When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 639

Chapter 639: Chapter 47: The Illusory Form of the Kunpeng (Part 2) Chapter 639: Chapter 47: The Illusory Form of the Kunpeng (Part 2) “Ibn” in Parthian Ancient Country could be called “son of soone”, an obviously middle-preposition in a series of nas.

This na, apart from informing people that he’s a Parthian, actually has no distinguishing power at all.

To call him “Ibn” is essentially the sa as calling him by a nickna like “Parthian”.

According to Ibn himself, it was because the na he introduced himself with at Hand of the Scaleless was too long, so they didn’t rember it and just rembered “the middle na Ibn”.

Later, this beca Ibn’s new na in Avalon, and when Queen Sofia recruited him, she was aiming for “Ibn of the Hand of the Scaleless”.

And just like Ibn, Osborne was a third Energy Level Transcendent—a re Curse Ritual Magician, who hadn’t advanced to beco a Grand Wizard.

As a Curse Ritual Mage, his appearance here at this mont, showing such surprise and hesitation…

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The one playing “John Osborne” is, no doubt, Ibn Teacher who goes by the code na “Olive”!

…

Strange, why didn’t he use his own body?

Is it because Ibn is no longer in Avalon on this tiline?

Thinking this, Aiwass decided to test him out while hinting that he shouldn’t expose his own identity.

“Mr.

Osborne, you’re awake.”

Aiwass nodded slightly to him and said politely, “I’m sorry, did I wake you?

But we had to wake you anyway.

The people of Star Antimony seem to have breached in.

We must hurry to the Hall of Silver and Tin to perform the Ceremony of Avalon’s Shadow—Detective Hers will assist us.”

While speaking, Aiwass introduced Sherlock, “This is Avalon’s first and most reliable Ritualist, an elderly gentleman I am quite familiar with.

We have shared a teacher-student relationship…

He was just summoned back last night.

The ritual entrusted to us by Princess Isabel, we still rely on him to complete.”

Upon hearing this, “Osborne” imdiately understood Aiwass’s identity, as well as Sherlock’s, and the cause and consequences of the situation.

So the white-haired old man stroked his mane-like beard and nodded gravely, “I wouldn’t say I’m the first.

Compared to the esteed ‘Ibn’, I’m far behind.”

At this, Aiwass almost laughed out loud.

It took a great effort to keep a straight face.

Osborne ca down the stairs and from afar, he extended his hand toward Sherlock.

“Pleased to et you, Detective Hers.”

The old Ritualist, with a aningful tone, said, “I hope we can work well together—at least I am hoping to cooperate with you.”

He guessed who Sherlock was but also realized that the other party surely didn’t know Aiwass’s true identity.

Otherwise, if they were all Transcendents among themselves, there would be no need to speak so vaguely.

Transcendents can talk quietly about things apart from the ritual with each other, as long as it doesn’t affect the “NPCs” and the plot’s rationality, they won’t be punished.

“I feel the sa way.”

Hearing this, the Counselor also understood what the old Ritualist ant.

— He’s hinting at that he’s Olive!

Thank goodness “Olive” ca to find himself!

The Counselor instantly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the Ritualists from the Parthian Ancient Country were reliable.

If Olive was a Demon Scholar or Demon of Star Antimony, he probably would have already begun acting alone…

So the Counselor stepped forward, shook hands with the old Ritualist with a smile, and hinted, “I’ve been prepared to collaborate with you for a long ti…

even a bit eager.”

The implication was, my aversion Path doesn’t Transcend the Path.

“—Then add to the list as well.”

Just then, a slightly cold yet sufficiently steady voice ca through.

Aiwass looked in the direction the voice had co from and saw another person.

He suddenly found it hard to keep composed.

The person was dressed in a black suit, with neatly arranged hair, a solemn and staid expression, and was holding onto a weighty walking stick.

He descended gracefully, with light yet strong steps.

He bowed slightly to Aiwass, and spoke softly, “Thank you for taking care of my younger brother Sherlock, Archbishop Your Excellency.

And Mr.

Ritualist…

your safety will be protected by us.”

His voice was exceptionally soft and kind, exuding gentlemanly grace.

— But the problem was, this man should be nad “Mycroft Hers”.

Hearing this plump man’s words, which were unhurried yet polite and gentle, Aiwass could feel goosebumps all over his body.

…Help, help .

If Mycroft usually spoke like this, why would it be so disgusting…

— Really feels like exposing “Grape” Miss right now!

Aiwass hated that he was a Transcendent, lacking the ability to expose other Transcendents.

Feeling uncomfortable like him was “Olive” standing next to him.

Ibn was also acquainted with Mycroft, knowing what the plump man was typically like—essentially, very similar to Miss g’s carefree attitude, acting prominently in a three-step manner:

“None of my business,” “None of your business,” “If there’s no business, I’m leaving.”

Yet now this “Mycroft” looked as polite as a noble lady, gentle and well-mannered…

even his usually sowhat ssy oily hair was combed neatly.

As if suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder or neat-freak tendencies, he had made himself clean and tidy within extrely limited ti.