Chapter 1579: Chapter 271: Mahid Fran and Ismael
“…Hmm?”
At that moment, Aiwass suddenly heard something, and he frowned slightly.
He turned the card over in his palm and looked towards the door.
With Inanna completely sealed, the Dusk Power that had surged within Aiwass’s body finally receded once again.
The house, entirely locked down by the Dusk Power and appeared entirely amber-colored from the outside, was finally unveiled at this moment.
And as the unusual color faded away, the sounds from outside instantly poured in like a tsunami.
—It was the sound of intense arguing.
Many people gathered at the door, shouting loudly and cursing something. They seemed to have witnessed the unlocking of the house’s anomaly and thus became even more agitated.
Aiwass cast a somewhat puzzled glance at Prodeno: “Are they here to cause you trouble? Do you want to call your guards?”
This was, after all, Prodeno’s rented house, and Aiwass had only arrived here two days ago.
Previously, while Aiwass was conducting the ritual and preparing to hatch and seal the Amber Egg… to avoid suspicion and for confidentiality, Prodeno had packed his guards inside the house.
Prodeno clearly didn’t think he would normally offend anyone.
He scratched his head in confusion and suddenly realized a possibility: “Maybe… they are here for you? And they ignored instinctual warnings, forcefully attacking the house protected by the Barrier?”
The power of Amber, even if only residual, holds immense deterrence.
This deterrent is contrary to Dragon Power—ordinary mortals might not feel it, but any Transcendent will inevitably sense the abnormality. Moreover, the higher the Energy Level of the Transcendent, the more they can feel a prison-like divine threat from it.
Only by enduring this threat and, at a glance, seeing the house is within some sort of barrier, yet still forcibly touching it, would be countered and petrified by the Barrier Aiwass pre-set.
This is a very reasonable, even somewhat gentle defense method. Like how ritualists set curses to prevent interruption during rituals. If someone tries to approach at that time, the curse will suddenly attack them, causing them to lose the ability to interrupt the ritualist conducting the ritual.
In a way, this protective ritual is akin to a sign hanging on a public restroom: Occupied, currently in use.
Although a closed restroom door can’t really keep people safe inside… just like how these defensive static curses or temporary barriers can easily be broken by hostile ritualists.
If you truly wish to enter, a kick can break the door open, but considering that the person inside might use enchanted throwable attacks at any time, it at least deters a large group of idly meddling people. Unless there is a real life-and-death grudge, only then would someone try to sneak in at such a time and launch a surprise attack.
—Of course, this is the situation from a normal person’s perspective.
“In this wondrous land of Parthia, anything is possible.”
The old ritual master Ibn sat aside, sarcastically remarking, “You can’t rule out the possibility that some big shot somewhere… sees this crisis as a challenge to their status.
“After all, this is a land where merely seeking the dignity of being human is sentenced to extreme punishment. Those who have rented dignity by various means under the Benevolent Lords’ favor naturally refuse to lose it, even for a moment.”
“Someone has been petrified at the doorstep, young master.”
At this moment, Lily had already gone around outside.
A cold yet melodic voice emanated from Aiwass’s shadow: “Not just one or two. A total of six people have been petrified; one person is sitting on a boat, arguing with a woman riding an elephant. Judging by their attire, they both should be Benefactors.”
—Isn’t this just the opportunity to test the card?
Aiwass felt a stir in his heart and then stood up and walked over.
He stood at the doorway, while Lily materialized and quietly opened the door for him.
This place wasn’t like the Moriarty Estate, with iron gates and a garden for outsiders to enjoy. It was more akin to the small house Isabel gave him at school—just open the door, and he’d be directly standing at the street corner.
Hayna arrived a beat late but caught up. However, she didn’t appear outside but instead hid far behind Aiwass, observing his every move.
“Beautiful Mahid Fran! I warn you one last time, step aside from my presence!”
The male Benefactor was now exasperated.
Clearly, those petrified were his followers.
“You dare attack the residence of another Benefactor!”
The female Benefactor on the elephant fearlessly chose to support Aiwass, even willing to confront the other Benefactor.
And she was evidently furious: “I’ve already said—this is absolutely forbidden, brave Ismael!”
“Hmph! A bunch of waste!”
Ismael angrily scolded as if hating iron for not becoming steel, looking at those petrified followers, and then straight at the newly emerged Aiwass.
He paused for a moment and sneered, “Looks like our colleague from Avalon has finally finished praying. Is the evil dragon about to break through the seal?”
Yet, the female Benefactor Mahid Fran didn’t step up to support Aiwass; instead, she gave him a glance and went silent.
Aiwass vaguely sensed her subtle attitude—