"That's not surprising."
The shaman said, "Avalon and its shadow are one on the outside and inside. The shadow is destroyed, which proves that the surface will also be damaged. This is not something to be surprised about, but it represents a disturbing sign."
Ye Qingxuan thought for a moment, raised his head and asked, "Do you know what they want to do?"
"Bell permission."
The shaman said: "They want to control the authority to ring the bells in the Great Barrier of Avalon. This is the practice of the Royal Band of Musicians. Hundreds of years ago, the Royal Band of Musicians was responsible for guarding the Elizabeth Tower and was responsible for ringing the bells at dawn and dusk every day. Sound. The Elizabeth Tower is the core of the Great Barrier of Avalon and is heavily guarded. The most important job of the Royal Orchestra is to maintain its safety and existence and prevent Angel from falling into the hands of natural disasters. Therefore, the Royal Orchestra was given With the 'bell ringing authority', that authority can be anything, a ring, a blank piece of paper, a sword, a hat, or even an eye..."
His tone was meaningful, "With authority, they can enter the gate of Elizabeth Tower, enter the core, and break the balance of Avalon's forbidden barrier, whether it is in the shadow or outside the shadow. Once the barrier is out of control, natural disasters will The power can truly enter the shadow of Avalon and enter... the palace in the shadow. At that time, it will be the worst result for you, me, and this country."
The shaman stared at the young man in front of him, his dim eyes seemed to have rekindled a flame from the embers, and he said with indescribable solemnity:
"—So, I have something to ask of you."
"you say."
"Delay their exploration speed and prevent them from entering the Elizabeth Tower." The shaman coughed violently, bone fragments and plasma shot out from the large hole in his chest, and his internal organs twitched in pain.
The entourage rushed in and wanted to change the instrument, but was pushed away by the shaman. He ordered, hesitated for a moment, and then left obediently.
In the silence, there were only the shaman and the boy.
Ye Qingxuan looked at the shaman, and the shaman looked at him: "You can do it, I know it."
The young man shook his head, "I am not enough by myself."
"The Butcher will assist you, and I have a group of secretly recruited musicians. Even if necessary... the Ripper will do the same."
"Ripper? Are you kidding me?"
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help laughing, and laughed angrily: "He almost killed me twice! One of them was just last night, in the Shadow of Avalon!"
"He... lost control."
"Okay, let's not forget what the Hundred-Eyed Man wants to do to assist the Council. But Angelou is definitely in danger, right?"
The shaman nodded.
So Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but show an absurd expression: "A Western country where the whole country is in jubilation not only has no awareness of its own crisis, but now it has to rely on an executioner, a madman murderer, and a man wearing a Do you think it’s funny that the oriental brat in a waistcoat comes to the rescue?”
The shaman was silent for a long time and sighed softly: "After all, your mother is..."
"She is, I'm not!"
Ye Qingxuan was furious.
He raised his voice and interrupted the shaman: "Because she was, she believed in her husband, her family and her country... Then everything she trusted betrayed her. Shaman, she is dead! If you still want to talk to me about something, don’t use her to admonish me, never!”
The shaman stopped talking, his expression was complicated, and he was just silent.
After a long time, Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes again with his eyes closed on the chair and let out a sigh of relief.
"Okay, I'm calmer now, we can continue talking."
He pondered for a moment and asked bluntly: "What exactly is in the palace of the Shadow of Avalon? Shaman, you need to tell me. What is going on in the Shadow of Avalon? What has the Anglo royal family tried to do for hundreds of years?" What is hidden? Where did the bones piled up under this city come from?”
"What's in the palace?"
The shaman showed a strange expression and looked at him with pity in his eyes: "The Shadow of Avalon is a reflection of King Arthur's time, so what do you think will be in the palace of the Shadow of Avalon?"
For a moment, Ye Qingxuan's hair stood on end.
What will happen in the palace? Do you even need to ask...
Why didn't I think of it
Why haven't I thought of this before
In the palace of the Shadow of Avalon, of course, there is King Arthur!
It's only been a few hundred years and King Arthur... is still alive? What the hell did he turn himself into...
…
"There are many secrets in this world, Ye Qingxuan, as many as the number of sands in the Ganges River that Tianzhu people say."
The shaman closed his eyes and whispered: "Some secrets are irrelevant, and some secrets must be buried in the darkness forever, until forever - any exploration of it will lead to disaster - your father also died because of this. Do you remember What does the musician's oath say? Keep the boundaries, Ye Qingxuan... stick to the boundaries."
Ye Qingxuan's shoulders shook and he looked up at him, his eyes stunned and complicated. After a long time, those complicated expressions gradually faded away, and the former tranquility and indifference returned.
He said coldly, "Shaman, I don't like how secretive you are."
"To be honest, I don't like it either."
The shaman sighed: "I absolutely hate this."
Ye Qingxuan looked at him coldly, as if trying to find any trace of hypocrisy in his expression. After a long time, he said in a deep voice: "After the matter is over, tell me what happened to Ye Lanzhou back then. This time, there is no chance of anything." Hide it—otherwise, we'll break up. No matter what natural disasters or councils, I'll take all my friends out of the country, and you and your Angelou, go to hell."
"It's a deal."
The shaman nodded. There was no possibility that he would not accept this condition.
Ye Qingxuan turned around and left, closing the door heavily for him.
…
Bang!
Silence returned to the room.
The shaman stared in the direction he left with a bitter and helpless expression, but he could understand it. In other words, I deeply agree. Anyone who finds their trust betrayed is bound to feel angry.
This is human nature.
After a long time, the ghost hand pushed open the door and put a piece of letterhead with a watermark of two snakes into his hand.
"Sir, this is the appraisal result of the trader. It seems that your luck is not very good."
The shaman unfolded the letter, and after a long time, he slowly closed it and asked, "Hermes, can he be sure?"
"I have confirmed this repeatedly."
Ghost Hand said: "The one who attacked you last night was not a human being or a black musician, but the result that almost all black musicians dream of. It was a 'big demon' that had reached the 'distortion level' after being completely transformed by natural disasters."
On top of that piece of letterhead was a scrawled graffiti, as if it had been drawn casually with fingers dipped in sticky sauce, but it was extremely expressive and ferocious.
In the chaos outlined by ketchup, a dark, deformed eagle with a hundred wings, three eyes on its face, and an evil power seemed to burst out of the painting.
—Eagle's Nest Mother.
It has sent its own descendants into Avalon...
…
…
In the dark night, the giant eagle fell from the sky. After landing, its bones rubbed and its fur changed, transforming into an old man wearing a black cloak.
The sinister and ferocious look of an eagle still remained on his face, and he looked at the man sitting on the bench in front of him with inhuman indifference.
"When we first met, I am the Speaker of the House of Representatives." The man said, "You can call me Robin."
The harpy stared down at him, as if considering it. After a long time, he nodded slightly: "Mapas, in the human world, just call me Mapas."
Robin nodded.
Mapas's voice had no fluctuations, but there was a clear dissatisfaction in his plain words: "I thought the person who came to see me was a white crow."
"White crow? I haven't seen it for a long time."
The robin glanced at him and pointed at himself: "You need to understand: I am in charge now, and I am the only one who is the chief priest of the Hundred-Eyed Holy God. You don't need to worry about the others."
"You replaced him?"
Mapas' eyes were suspicious: "I can't see that you are stronger than him."
"It's just temporary."
Robin frowned: "If you can find the white crow, you can also go to him directly. Otherwise, don't get entangled in unimportant matters."
Mapas thought for a moment, nodded slightly, and threw a crystal eyeball into his arms.
"In response to the order of the God of Hundred Eyes, this is what my wings took. According to God's will, you are the leader of this operation. But there are not many people sneaking into Avalon, so you need to use it with caution - we already Six men lost their lives at the hands of the Ripper."
"I know."
The robin put his eyes in his sleeves, "Don't worry, the Ripper killed last night was a believer of the Holy Spirit after all. I have prayed for the Holy Spirit to place a mark on it."
As he spoke, he opened his palm, and there was a crest as red as blood in his palm - it was a twisted eye: "The God of Hundred Eyes has taken it into his eyes - it is already dead."
"Since this is the will of the Holy Spirit, then I will obey it."
Mapas lowered his eyes and asked: "There is also the evil spirit of vengeance. He is also in the way. Is there any punishment from the Holy God?"
"It's just a clown, I'll just deal with him." Robin said calmly.
"I remember, he defeated you twice."
"I'll take care of it."
Robin's voice became gloomy: "I have my own considerations, you don't need to worry, and there is no need to pay attention."
Mapas looked at him deeply. After a long time, he seemed to understand something and just nodded: "It's up to you. It's all human hatred anyway. It's too troublesome..."
Suddenly, his figure became vaguely scattered, and his eagle head flashed away, as if he could no longer maintain his human form.
He raised his head and looked at the vague rainbow light in the night sky - the Avalon barrier.
That ray of rainbow light lingered in the sky, moving around, and was about to sweep over.
By then, Mapas's natural disaster power would no longer be able to hide it.
"It seems it's time for me to go."
Mapas sighed, took a step back, spread out his deformed gray wings, and a long, sharp ground feather as thick as a blade shook off and floated towards the robin.
The feather curled and shrank in the air, and finally turned into the shape of a black iron bell. The iron clock as big as a fist fell into the hands of the robin. The tentacles were heavy and cold, and the sound of an eagle sounded in his ears.
"If you are called, just ring the bell."
Black shadows rose into the sky, but that gloomy voice seemed to linger in every inch of the air, buzzing.
"—I am everywhere."