When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1189: 496: Merlin's Summoning Ritual

Chapter 1189: Chapter 496: rlin’s Summoning Ritual

After obtaining the fragnt of the Red-Handled Sword, Aiwass began preparing the ritual to summon rlin.

In fact, there wasn’t a ritual like this. But when Aiwass had previously t rlin, rlin had given him an invocation to summon himself, which was akin to exchanging phone numbers.

Although Aiwass was not a Great Sorcerer, his skill in rituals was far from ordinary.

With this invocation serving as the core of the ritual, Aiwass could directly construct a ceremony to summon rlin:

The key intelligence was that rlin was a “Knight,” a “Half-Demon,” and also a “Mage.”

Because of this, the key numbers for summoning rlin were Wisdom as four, Strength/Authority as seven, and Transcendence as eight. Combined with the information that rlin liked mysterious, beautiful things and traveling, he enjoyed gourt food, beautiful won, and fine wine, and that “rlin” ant “Pri Minister” in so places, the materials for constructing the ritual were thus determined.

Aiwass prepared flowers with four, seven, and eight petals, mixing them together and planting them in fresh soil. He also repaired the white staff Hers, then still Chamberlain, had broken when Isabel ascended the throne. Beside it, he placed a statue of Sister Sasha that Aiwass had previously used.

As the ti reached four in the morning, Aiwass began the summoning ritual.

He added sapphire powder, which deepened resonance with the Path of Wisdom, into a transparent wine and sprinkled it over the statue of Sister Sasha. He sprinkled the remaining bit on the staff.

Facing the direction of the rising sun, he chanted softly, “Respond to !

“Apostle of the Great Sage, Wise One of the Round Table!

“Unbound traveler, the sage who admonishes kings in dreams, loved by and in love with all the world—”

Aiwass chanted, planting the staff into the ground.

As the ritual progressed, the once withered flowers revived and lifted their heads.

The wine separated from the staff and the statue of Sister Sasha, the transparent liquid mixed with the sapphire turning into a deep blue tide like the sea.

The little bit of wine expanded to dozens of tis its volu, and the seawater, surging from who knows where, ford a circle around the flowers, yet did not scatter them or flood the soil. Instead, it gathered into a ring, gradually rising into the form of a tornado.

“In the na of I, Aiwass Moriarty, Son of Candle Master, forr Eternal Pope, I summon you—co at once!”

“…Yes, yes, I’m coming.”

A sowhat helpless and lazy voice sounded, “There’s no need to use such a big title to call … If I’m busy and don’t co, the Great Sage will scold again…”

The whirlpool of water seed to co alive, splitting and dissipating. But they did not vanish into thin air; instead, they transford into several bouncing little rabbits, looking around and startled away by the man who appeared in the center, speeding up their hopping departure.

And rlin appeared among the flowers.

He seed to be a young man in his early twenties, not much different in age from Aiwass, smiling wryly.

He had disheveled short black hair, a round monocle over his left eye. In his right hand, he held a magic wand, with a short sword hanging from his right waist. He wore a deep blue robe, with long sleeves that completely hid his left hand in darkness.

He looked like a scholar with little worldly experience, but his deep gaze gave off an elusive sense of darkness. His wry smile seed as though he genuinely had trouble, yet his expression appeared inexplicably frivolous—like the perfunctory smile of a handso guy who shows up late for a date, touching his nose with a chuckle.

“I say… Forr Pope. Next ti just use your own na to call , okay? If it’s not urgent, I’ll definitely co when I hear you, it’s just a matter of when.”

rlin complained, “Even if I didn’t imdiately respond to the summons—for our relationship, I’d definitely transmit over as soon as I had ti.”

Once the ritual is established, the invoked would have a feeling.

Even if rlin didn’t respond to the summons, he could directly transmit over afterward… Just like seeing a missed call and calling back to ask what’s going on.

“I don’t feel our relationship is that close, Mr. rlin.”

Aiwass retorted, “That’s why summoning you through the ritual is most reliable.”

—Otherwise, who knows when rlin would respond?

Even the Great Sage had trouble pinning down rlin—this emissary who road the world at will, as his invocation said, was an ‘Unbound traveler.’ He could easily be carefree enough to ‘read and not reply.’

Looking at the current rlin, Aiwass sighed.

That “young rlin” seen in the previous ascension ritual was so cute, so sincere… how did he turn into such a slick scoundrel now?

It felt akin to a good student in their freshman year, diligently attending various extracurricular activities, never missing a class, even attentively listening to aningless large forums, only to turn into the kind who skips required classes and always skips electives by their junior and senior years, responding to scolding with “say whatever you like, I’m not changing” indifference.

I’m not sure if it’s Arthur’s problem, Lancelot’s problem, or the Great Sage’s problem…

“Uh…”

rlin didn’t deny Aiwass’s words, instead, he squinted proudly: “Indeed that’s the case. You’re quite smart, Aiwass. Just a few etings with and you’ve grasped the irredeemable nature of this wretch.

“—by the way, is there sothing that suddenly summoned here? I have a date at the Iris Flower.”

“A date? With whom?” Aiwass showed so interest.

“A common shepherd girl, from a romantic encounter.”

rlin unabashedly revealed his agenda: “Compared to those witches, sorceresses, and fairies on the Path of Love, ordinary people with mixed desires are better. I’m probably a butterfly; heavy air will weigh down so I can’t fly.”

“…Alright.”

Aiwass shrugged, indifferent.

It’s mainly because he’s in a position to reciprocate—Vivian is currently taking care of Bishop Mathers’ sister, her nominal foster mother; while Morgan gave Aiwass a property in the Dream Realm. These Lake Fairies who don’t get along with rlin have deep relationships with Aiwass, so it’s really not appropriate for him to badmouth them along with rlin.

Thus Aiwass directly skipped past the topic and went straight to the point: “I hope you can help lift its seal.”

“Hm?”

Hearing this, rlin was initially puzzled—he’s not particularly skilled in de-cursing, so why is a seal specially summoning him to lift it?

But he quickly understood.

Sothing that requires him to lift…must be a seal he himself set up.

It’s precisely because rlin is not adept at sealing that his sealing skills are often quite crude and chaotic.

It’s like an extrely complex and overly redundant program, it spins people’s heads, and without comnts—designed to make it difficult for others to crack. Because at first glance, you can’t really see where the effective sentences are. It makes people who attempt to lift the seal wish to strangle him.

The “redundancy” he sets can only be seen through by those with Incubus blood. Others easily get caught in a loop.

Generally, the sealing skill set by ordinary people is like a delicate and tight anti-theft system. Most of the ti, it blocks intrusion by monitoring and alarm systems, locks that are too complex to open in a short ti, and a few trigger chanisms. But skilled phantom thieves can easily crack it.

rlin, on the other hand, directly threw a safe into a vast labyrinth, rging the labyrinth with a bustling market. The heavy flow of people twists and turns the labyrinth, leaving people unable to find the correct path, let alone approaching the real treasure.

rlin looked at the key Aiwass took out and imdiately recognized it: “I see… the Red-Handled Sword. Indeed, the power of this sword is strong.

“I guess… you’re planning to repair this cursed Holy Sword to fight against the Fallen Celestial Marshal?

“I must say upfront, this sword harbors the curse of the Eternal Self; only the most steadfast and pure-hearted can wield it. Among the entire Round Table, only Galahad can use it. Even Lancelot dared not use it. Another knight, Balin, went mad from its curse.

“If when using this sword there is any evil thought, whether to kill soone or commit an evil deed, that portion of desire will be permanently magnified, making one manic and obsessive.

“Do you think… you’re suitable?”

rlin’s words were not tactful.

His aning is clear—he has doubts that Aiwass has the heart to wield the Red-Handled Sword.

“Why does this sword have the curse of the Eternal Self?”

Aiwass retorted: “Or why would the Eternal Self curse a sword like this?”

“I’ve happened to study this question.”

rlin imdiately replied: “Because the power of this sword actually cos from its ‘red handle.’ And the ruby that constitutes the hilt is a crystallization of the Beast Master’s part. Perhaps it’s His bones, perhaps His eggshell, or maybe sothing else… but in any case, it retains the primal power of the First Source River.

“Strictly speaking, this is really not considered a curse. It’s simply because the power contains the ‘beast nature’ of the Beast’s Path, and only the purest ‘love’ can suppress it.

“Precisely because it’s not a curse, I think it can’t really be undone—which is why I smashed its blade into pieces, so it could not be a ‘sharp weapon,’ dulled its sharp claws; I also destroyed its scabbard, removing its protective fur and scales, forging a prison with amber and holy wood to confine it.

“—that’s why I wasn’t ‘sealing a Demon Sword’, but imprisoning a vicious Demon Beast.”

rlin said solemnly: “That’s why I warn you—it is by no ans a simple ‘Regicide Demon Sword’.