Chapter 449: Are you coming back for real?

Chapter 449: Are You Really Back?

February 13th, Sunday, clear.

Little Sherlock, dressed to the nines, with his little satchel hanging from his shoulder, headed for the Temple of Silver and Tin early in the morning.

It was not at all what Sherlock had expected at the beginning.

Instead of resisting the smaller Sherlock, his parents were extremely affectionate and treated him differently than they would have treated him as an adult – even though they both knew that it was the same person, the shell of a person was still a big influence.

It had been living at home all this time. After all, while Sherlock’s soul was a mature and reliable adult, his appearance and body were ultimately just children.

It was also unlikely that his parents would let today’s young Sherlock go out and live on his own again by himself – while the adult version of Sherlock might only be malnourished if he spoiled his body a little, a child’s eating and sleeping was undoubtedly much more important.

So Sherlock, after protesting to no avail, was housed in the Hermes estate. In this posture, he obviously couldn’t take on many big cases, and could only do some research and write some papers at home. Therefore, he seldom went out.

Now he is still the first time to come to the Temple of Silver and Tin …… Of course, the main reason is also partly because he doesn t quite dare to see Isabel.

When he didn’t recognize Lulu as Isabel, his foul mouth had put Lulu under a lot of pressure for a while. Now that Isabel was the Queen of Avalon, Sherlock more or less felt a little weak.

Although he knew that Isabel certainly would not care about this kind of thing, but Sherlock himself is a sensitive character who would care about these things. If not, he wouldn’t have just moved out of his home back then.

But today, how could it be that he had to come here –

to settle the score with Ivars!

Although very few children would come here, and even fewer could easily enter the Avalon Palace, Sherlock was undoubtedly an exception.

He was, after all, a third energy level Mage and Lawgiver, and the threat level was still quite high. It wouldn’t be good if there was a misunderstanding.

Therefore, even though little Sherlock had never come to the Temple of Silver and Tin, Aiwas had long ago informed the Queen’s close guards who had been transferred from the Church Kingdom of Sherlock’s true identity, so as to avoid any accidental injuries.

Those Queen’s guards who were transferred from the Sect State have long known that this child is in fact the Sherlock Hermes who has been missing for two months.

This Sherlock is not much of a problem – he wanted to keep his identity secret because he had a conflict with his family.

Now the misunderstanding is solved, each other to obtain understanding …… Sherlock will also directly restore the real name.

After the young Sherlock expressed that he wanted to see Ivars, he was picked up by the queen’s close guards who arrived. The elf girl with light golden long hair, who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, touched Sherlock’s head lovingly, and then pulled his small hand to lead him in.

Ivars was not in his bedroom, nor was he in the study. Instead, he was in the park behind the Temple of Silver and Tin.

After Sherlock was led over, he first greeted the griffin minister politely, who was sprawled in the backyard doorway.

It was three meters tall when it was lying on the ground, with a wingspan of over ten meters.

This old griffin whose lifespan was basically equal to the history of Avalon, even when Ligeia came, she had to pay homage to it. Now it was lying on the square of pure white jade stone, tucking in its claws and squinting its eyes, comfortably basking in today’s extraordinarily warm sun.

Hearing Sherlock’s respectful greeting, the old griffin opened his eyes to see the young Sherlock, and a humanized and fond smile appeared on that bird’s face.

“It’s been a long time, little Sherlock. You seem …… a little younger than last time.”

The griffin minister replied mildly, “Come to play with Aiwas? Come on in.”

In the griffin’s perception, humans were like cats that were loved by the griffins. Whether they were old, ugly or fat, they were all cute to look at.

But no matter what they looked like, kittens were definitely the cutest. Because of this, the griffon was also a bit closer to children. But also the same, the griffon will be more or less a bit face blind, can’t tell the specific age and appearance of the human.

Although Sherlock had changed from twenty-five to twenty-six years old to a teenager, in the eyes of the griffin minister, it didn’t feel too much different.

Sherlock once again bowed respectfully to the griffin minister before quickly walking inside.

Only to see that in the early spring garden, Isabel was sitting on top of the gazebo with a drawing board in front of her. And Ivars was riding a pure white stallion, slowly riding in the open space.

Seeing little Sherlock from afar, a mischievous smile appeared on Ivars face.

With a clip of his horse’s belly, he charged towards little Sherlock with vigor!
Sherlock didn’t avoid it, but just stared at Ivars with dead eyes. And true to his word, Ivars brought his horse to a halt when he was very close to Sherlock.

“That’s a lot of guts.”

Ivars said with a smile, “Trust me so much?”

“Ha.”

Sherlock just sneered, “You bump it. You’ll have to be the one to help me heal if you bump up anyway.”

He glanced at the white horse under Ivars and guessed what he was doing, “Practicing riding?”

Aiwas was training riding skills in advance nowadays, just in preparation for going abroad.

After all, when Aiwas left the country, he wouldn’t have such a convenient and spiritual griffin to travel on his behalf.

Griffins would take the initiative to take care of humans, just like humans hugging cats and dogs crossing the street. So even if Aiwas wasn’t good at riding, the griffin wouldn’t let him fall off accidentally – unless the human was really fidgeting around a lot.

Although the Church Kingdom also had transcendent creatures like the Heavenly Horse and the Unicorn, the Heavenly Horse was the mount of the Pope’s close guards, while the rarer Unicorn had to be a Cardinal to be qualified to ride, with the additional requirement of being a pure maiden.

There was no doubt that Ivars were not associated with cardinals, purity or maidens.

Even in Star Antimony, where alchemy technology was very advanced, horses were far from obsolete. Instead, in Avalon, the land of knights, most knights had never touched a horse at all. Which of course included Aiwas.

Aiwas didn’t deny it and just laughed, casually scooping up and placing Sherlock behind himself. Then it was a slow rush towards Isabel. According to Sherlock’s understanding of Ivars, the probability that he was riding so slowly was because he didn’t hold his waist, so he wanted to suddenly accelerate in the middle to scare himself.

And Sherlock didn’t bother to hold Ivars. He just casually turned the satchel around his waist to his body, and grabbed Ivars’ long white blonde hair tied into a ponytail with both hands.

It was a mutual kidnapping attitude.

–You can suddenly accelerate if you don’t mind the scalp pain.

“Tsk.”

Ivas smacked his lips, “Not very friendly little thing.”

“Heh.”

Sherlock sneered once more, “Call it what you want, I’ll change back in two more days anyway.”

“That’s kinda a shame.”

Ivars said from the bottom of his heart, “But it’s okay, sooner or later you’ll turn into an old thing too.”

“…… You have so much faith in me?”

It was Sherlock who froze.

His appearance was no longer affected by his real age after going down the path of the Mithraic Worshiper.

Even if he had risen to the sixth level of the “Father of Mithras”, he was only in his forties or fifties, a middle-aged man. If one wanted to call himself an “old man”, one would have to be at this level at the very least in order to barely scrape the bottom of the barrel.

When Ivars said that, it also meant that he thought he would sooner or later rise to the sixth energy level.

He could tell that there was no falsehood in Ivars’ words. But because of this, he instead felt a little embarrassed about his own airy and sulky attitude.

Just as Sherlock was thinking about it, Aiwas had already brought him to Isabel, carried him with one hand, and threw him down first, before lightly jumping off the horse himself.

“Not angry anymore?”

Aiwas asked with a smirk as he opened his mouth.

“You still have the nerve to say that!”

Sherlock glared at him, “Didn’t you say you were coming to see me yesterday? I waited for you all day at home, and you only called me almost at night to say you weren’t coming!”

On Thursday day, Sherlock came to the school to look for Ivars once. At that time Aiwass would be at 14 Ronin Street at noon for a break.

Because she was already familiar with Ivars, Lily didn’t wake Ivars up. Instead, she let Sherlock go straight into the bedroom to tap Aiwas awake.

Sherlock saw that Ivars seemed a bit sleep deprived and still napping, so he didn’t talk to Ivars directly. He then told Ivars to come to his house on Saturday to discuss the trip to the Church and other issues.

–After all, Sherlock was now considered Aiwas’s adjutant and secretary, and Aiwas’s itinerary was to be arranged by him. Of course, generally speaking, it must be the secretary who comes to Aiwass, but it is only because they are on better terms nowadays, and Sherlock wants to entertain Aiwass by the way; another part of the reason is that he doesn’t quite dare to contact Isabel.

Ivars lazily answered and proceeded to sleep through it. Sherlock acquiesced that he had heard him, and left after saying goodbye to Lily.

“Did you not even remember what I said the other day?”

Sherlock was a little irritated as he made excuses for Ivas, “Were you sleep-dazed and thought you were dreaming when you saw me?”

“…… Ah!”

At that, Isabel let out a surprised sound, “So you guys talked about it yesterday?”

She folded her hands and revealed an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry, Sherlock. I didn’t know that you guys had an appointment …… then I capriciously left Ivars by my side.”

“Surely you are the main priority, Your Majesty Isabel.”

Sherlock instantly softened and somewhat helplessly returned to Isabel, “There’s nothing on my side ……”

He then looked at Ivars, his aura rising back once again, “What I said in the beginning was indeed right, you fox charming and confusing the Lord’s vixen! You won’t let go when you’ve wrapped yourself around His Majesty!”

“Uhm ……”

Only this time, Aiwas was silent for a while and nodded, “Indeed, you are right.”

It was really wrapped up and didn’t let go.

After all, Isabel had been hugging Ivars at the time, and Ivars really didn’t feel much like pushing her away to go call Sherlock. Later, the sun was too warm and he directly fell asleep …… because Xiong Tianji harassed Aiwas every day in the middle of the night, he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep for a long, long time.

In the middle of it, Aiwas woke up for a while and realized that Isabel had also fallen asleep with her arms around him, so he simply closed his eyes again. By the time both of them were fully awake, it was already tea time.

Sherlock had a heart attack – what do you mean by that? Why don’t you retort this time?

Why don’t you retort instead?

You’re not really going to charm the Lord, are you?
You’re coming back for real, aren’t you?

(End of chapter)