The Shepherds Are Dense – Chapter 1149

Chapter 1146
A lickspittle for a day, a lickspittle for life
—The Ring Heavenly Envoy dared to do it.
This was also why the Envoy of Mist immediately initiated both racial and professional openings after taking office.
Because she knew that the Ring Heavenly Envoy would kick out those self-absorbed Heavenly Envoys who were just idling, she immediately used half of her power to construct “Mist Demon” and “Mist Walker” to stabilize her divine status.
“Aren’t you… a werewolf from the Shadow Heavenly Envoy system?”
Eivass frowned and asked.
He remembered clearly that this Yeats was Viviane’s lapdog.
Back then, Merlin’s ex-girlfriend, Lady of the Lake Viviane, created the werewolf Yeats with a lycanthropic curse, giving him the power to take revenge. This also earned him Yeats’ admiration.
Later, Viviane, in order to escape the Ouroboros Ring Ritual, reincarnated into the Material Realm under the name of a Disciple before her ascension to Heavenly Envoy, and was adopted by Madam Maya, Bishop Mathers’ sister, who was Eivass’s teacher of prayer.
After that, Yeats, like a big dog, ran all the way from Iris Flower to Avalon, and then circled around Viviane… Of course, Eivass also knew that Viviane did not love Yeats at all. She only loved herself, like most Extraordinary who followed the Path of Love.
Viviane’s past pursuit of Merlin, which was almost insane, was merely to complete the ritual… After completing the ritual, she immediately turned her back and murdered Merlin.
She was a pure seeker of the Path of Love.
Every love of Viviane was wholehearted and sincere. Once she fell in love with someone, she would ardently dedicate everything to him, and after obtaining the other person’s complete love, she would kill him to eliminate her distracting thoughts and prevent her heart from being disturbed in the future. This would allow her to wholeheartedly love another person.
Like a ruthless leveling machine. If there were professional players in dating simulation games, this would probably be their level.
Could such a person… mess things up?
How did the big dog, Yeats, switch his affections to someone else? Or did Viviane also turn her back on him?
That shouldn’t be the case… Viviane had lost all her power now. With the Fifth Tier werewolf Yeats protecting her closely, she shouldn’t have actively given up. At least she should have been wary of him turning from love to hate, and shouldn’t have turned her back on him face to face.
However, that was hard to say…
Viviane’s attitude towards Yeats was not very good, and it even seemed less like raising a dog and more like trying to shake off a piece of sticky candy.
“I remember you were guarding Viviane,” Eivass asked curiously, “How did you leave her?”
“—I proposed to my master three times.”
Yeats said with some sadness: “But she rejected me.”
“…Uh, wait? Huh?”
Eivass’s brain short-circuited for a moment.
He asked uncertainly, “Proposed? You should know… Viviane Mathers is only eight years old now.”
“An engagement, sir. It was just an engagement.”
Yeats said seriously: “With my master’s beauty and charm, she will undoubtedly be pursued. And she said she doesn’t plan to return to the heavens anytime soon… which means she might stay in the Material Realm for a long time. During this process, she will inevitably be pursued.
“My master has a personality that craves love, like a moth frantically craving fire, even if that fire will destroy her. Perhaps one of these pursuits will make her feel romantic. Therefore, she would privately pledge herself to someone in her youth. That unnecessary love would undoubtedly hinder her progress in ascending again… Therefore, I said, if you are willing, you can get engaged to me, so that there will be an excuse to drive away unwanted suitors.”
Yeats sighed like a poet, lowered his head, and said in a low voice: “But she refused.”
—Of course she refused, brother.
Your crime, in Avalon, would probably get you five years on the stationary bike.
“She also reprimanded me,” Yeats added sadly.
Serves you right.
Eivass thought to himself.
“So Viviane threw you out?”
Eivass confirmed: “Or did you guys… ‘break up’?”
Actually, when Eivass said the word “break up,” he felt very guilty—because Yeats and Viviane had never been together. Perhaps they had only been good in Yeats’ imagination.
Perhaps it was because Viviane, when she was a Disciple, had rewarded Yeats with her body. This had caused too much shock to Yeats, a rare pure virgin from Iris Flower, that he directly assumed in his heart that they were a couple.
But brother, you can’t do this.
According to Eivass’s information, the men… and women Viviane had been with numbered in the hundreds if not thousands.
However, Yeats was indeed one of the more special ones.
At least he didn’t die.
For Viviane, who was like a female mantis that ate her husband after mating, not killing Yeats… this was already a powerful hint for Yeats.
But there was another possibility.
…Is there a possibility that Viviane never fell in love with you at all?
Eivass stopped himself from saying more.
“My master told me to return to Iris Flower and await orders, to do some things that needed to be done.”
Yeats answered calmly but seriously: “I don’t know what things needed to be done. My family is all dead, killed by the Eagle Eye; and I was pursued by the Child of the Moon, and I was homeless in Iris Flower.
“It was my master who adopted me when I was at my wit’s end, gave me strength, gave me love and warmth… allowing me the courage to live on, giving me the strength to take revenge. I don’t know what else I can do when I return to Iris Flower. Perhaps it’s to go and kill some of the Eagle Eye’s assassins.
“But when I returned, I found… that the era of the Child of the Moon had ended. And the Envoy of Mist personally appeared before me, promising me a new future—to obtain even greater power. Not just the power of a werewolf.
“…Thus, I abandoned the grace of blood that my master had bestowed upon me, and was no longer a pure-blooded werewolf. Instead, I obtained the power of a profession and became a Mist Walker.”
“Then are you… going to become a Mist Demon?” Eivass asked.
“……I will work hard.”
After a period of silence, Yeats replied: “I thought about it seriously for a long time… If I am just my master’s dog, I can do nothing but protect my master’s safety. Because I am just a dog. But if I also become a person, I might be able to do some things that I couldn’t do before…”
“Even you are going to become a Mist Demon…”
Eivass sighed.
Previously, Sherlock had investigated the Mist Demons. The result was that they were basically harmless.
Perhaps because of the corruption of the Envoy of Mist’s Path, these individuals, who were originally only conservatives among the Child of the Moon, and a very small number of kind Child of the Moon, had now changed drastically.
They had become noticeably gentler, with strong paternal and maternal instincts… Perhaps because they had lost their fertility after transforming into Mist Demons, they would sometimes proactively care for and raise other people’s children, such as orphans.
The reason for saying “basically” was that the reproduction method of Mist Demons was similar to that of the Child of the Moon, both through blood and ritual transformation.
However, it was not the “forced transformation after death” of the Child of the Moon, but “active transformation before death.” Extraordinary beings who followed the Path of Love and wished to become Mist Demons needed to drink a tea brewed with Mist Demon blood, make a “Mist Demon Oath” of kindness, and then be nailed into a coffin and sunk into the water… Finally, they would turn into a wisp of white mist, seeping out from the cracks of the coffin and suspending themselves on the lake surface, thus completing the transformation.
It was precisely because of this that Sherlock felt uneasy.
As a conservative Avalon resident, he could not easily accept this method of increasing population that was not through pregnancy. The main reason was that this ritual was too similar to that of the Child of the Moon… This meant that if the Mist Demons wished, they could significantly increase their population. Any Extraordinary on the Path of Love who belonged to the good alignment could be transformed into a Mist Demon.
Although the Mist Demons’ range of activity was limited to areas with heavy humidity, and their immortality was much weaker than that of the Child of the Moon… they could not even survive in the desert. But this was, in a sense, eternal life. Even if it was not a very free eternal life, it was still eternal life.
To put it bluntly, all one needed was a pond with running water at home, not to harm anyone, not to go out, and not to have sex, to live forever… This requirement, for most people, was actually much simpler than drinking human blood.
If there was no one to rule these Mist Demons, it was possible that extreme factions might develop among them.
In fact, it was inevitable.
Based on Sherlock’s understanding and knowledge of human society, he absolutely did not believe that the Mist Demons could maintain their current purity and kindness.
He had already been to the Church and deeply understood the principle that “good people and devotees are not necessarily normal people.” In a sense, extremely good people were more dangerous than extremely bad people.
This was why Eivass had come here, seeking Little Cain’s opinion.
—Now, Yeats’ existence further proved that Sherlock’s investigation results were correct.
Yeats, as an incredibly loyal werewolf, was willing to transform into a Mist Demon. This indicated that more Extraordinary on the Path of Love would probably have the impulse and goal to transform into Mist Demons to varying degrees… They had not done so now, perhaps only because they had “not heard of it” or “did not dare to act rashly.”
The assimilation ability of Mist Demons was, in a sense, even superior to that of the Child of the Moon.
Their benevolent stance led more onlookers with a neutral attitude to choose to join… and among them were not a few influential figures, nor a few powerhouses.
Although Mist Demons were only a newly born race now, it was likely that within a few years… Mist Demons would become an extremely powerful race in the Material Realm, and their discourse power might even compete with that of Elves. And if this race caused trouble…
“Miss Cain.”
Eivass looked at Cain and said softly: “I want to talk to you alone.”
“……No problem.”
Cain nodded cautiously. She probably guessed what Eivass wanted to tell her.
The current Cain was neither a pure Blood Heavenly Envoy nor a pure Moon Princess. She was gentler and more peaceful than the Blood Heavenly Envoy; she was not as irritable and arrogant… and at the same time, she was not as innocent as the Moon Princess.
She was considered a newly born individual, with a personality different from theirs.
She had now realized that she had to bear the responsibility of being born a king.
After all, the Mist Demons, or rather, the Child of the Moon race, were born because of Cain’s wilfulness back then. Sister Sasha had even ascended because of Cain’s birth, which led to the current Envoy of Mist and Mist Demons.
Now, it was time for her to solve these problems.
All the causalities in the Material Realm corresponded. The causes of the past were the consequences of today.