"It must be you who helps me."
Aiwass nodded, "I can't create water... The water of the Benevolent Lords demands the burning of the lives of slaves to be continuously summoned. Theoretically, the lives of four hundred people can be exchanged for a year's water supply for thirty-two thousand people, roughly an annual loss of 1.25%."
"That doesn't sound like much, even lower than the mortality rate of Avalon."
Sherlock looked at Aiwass, "Aren't you going to 'dedicate' them? Isn't that what you Contributors love to do?"
"Because there's no need, Sherlock. Isn't there you?"
Aiwass said with a smile, "Compared to them, you're my acquaintance, my good friend. I think dedicating you would make more sense!"
"... I see," Sherlock's lips slightly upturned, an elusive azure radiance flickering in his eyes, "No wonder you gave me this magic wand... Be honest, did you plan this scene before entering Parthia?"
