"I am moved by our long-awaited reunion, merciful Minister Moriarty."
A magnetic, deep voice slowly echoed from the depths of the Dawn City Palace: "May the gods bless you for your compassion, brilliance, sanctity, and all your ceremonies and kindnesses."
Just hearing this voice, one would only construct the image of a mature, elegant, and composed gentleman in their mind.
He might be wearing a suit, or a clerical robe, or perhaps a classical noble's robe. He should have neatly groomed hair and beard, with gentle and calm eyes. The words that slowly flowed from his throat were like a deep bell tolling from the depths of a temple, bringing about tranquility and joy.
However, this was not the reality.
Before Aiwass, bowing in salute, was an extremely ugly goblin.
