Ye Qingxuan was in the dark.
Reliving this feeling of dying again, I have to say, I miss it quite a bit.
The pain has disappeared now. When Ye Qingxuan put his consciousness into a closed dream, all external interference has been far away. In the empty dream, even the flow of time slowed down.
It was enough to shake him off his anger and regain his composure.
Then, start thinking again.
Fortunately Stone wasn't here.
That old ghost never gave him face and was always sarcastic. If he saw his miserable condition, he would surely gloat about his misfortune, right? Ye Qingxuan could even imagine the beaming look on that old face.
See, I've warned you before, but you never take it to heart.
Is the list of firewood ready
Don’t forget to clean out the interior.
Who can be trusted
Think about it carefully, Ye Qingxuan. Is this what I really mean? Do you have to let me, an outsider, speak so openly to sow discord
alright, you win.
If you don’t know who you can trust, then think again...who can’t be trusted
Maxwell? No, he has already disappeared.
Mephistopheles? Impossible, in order to prove his innocence, he put everything in your hands. He did not hesitate to live under the same roof with the executioners of the Inquisition, getting along day and night.
So, who is left
Who else could it be
There is only the moral example of Angel, the actual ruler of Avalon after the fall of the palace, and your uncle.
—Lancelot.
"Lancelot?"
Ye Qingxuan laughed to himself, gritted his teeth, and held back his anger.
Lancelot, what are you thinking about
He seemed to hear Shi Dong's laughter again.
Ye Qingxuan, are you a saint
No one can know what other people are thinking. No one. Do you care what the heretics think on the stake
unnecessary.
There is no need for unspeakable hardships or tortuous mental journeys here. Do you care whose eggs the pagans are going to steal
Whether you can go to heaven after death is something God considers. Our job is just to bring heretics before God. Do we need to consider so much
unnecessary…
You just have to figure out what he did.
What does he want to do
Ye Qingxuan didn't know.
But it's not too late to find out...
…
Snap.
A clear cracking sound sounded.
In the 24-hour intensive care unit of Avalon Central Hospital, an alarm suddenly sounded. The chanting musician wearing heavy protective clothing stepped forward and looked at the thing in the patient's body that was connected to layers of cables.
As early as a few hours ago, the bleeding had stopped. The blood-colored mold growing from under the skin had covered Ye Qingxuan's body, shrouding him completely, quickly losing moisture and turning into a thick carbonized shell.
It looked like the charred corpse of a giant.
Only the intermittent heartbeat proves that he is still alive. Even so, there is an anesthetic gas that is three times more than the normal amount in the breathing tube to keep instilling it, no matter what other forbidden musicians impose on that body. A commandment.
But now, a crack suddenly opened in the head of the carbonized shell.
It was like a giant who had never died opened his eyes.
Under the crack, there is a silver eye full of moonlight, with strands of blood lingering in it, like flames, like maggots on the tarsus, growing and dying.
So ferocious.
"Is he starting to regain consciousness?"
Next to him, the forbidden musician who was in charge of guarding frowned. Soon, the chanting musician shook his head coldly: "It's just a simple stress reaction after a brain infection. It's a normal phenomenon."
For some reason, the forbidden musician felt a little hot and uneasy: "Is there a sedative? Let's inject it again, and try to be foolproof."
"All right."
Soon, a transparent injection flowed into Ye Qingxuan's body along the physiological saline delivery tube.
Under the crack, the empty pupil gradually closed and returned to sleep.
The Forbidden Musician stood there for a long time before pushing the door open. After leaving the closed and hot ward, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in the cool breeze in the corridor.
Perhaps the thing in the ward brought too much pressure, and I was sweating profusely at some point.
In the corridor, the other watchers who were waiting in full formation looked over and their eyes were startled. The forbidden musician looked at them in confusion. Someone pointed at his face. He was stunned. He reached out and touched his nose. His hand was bright red. .
"A nosebleed?"
He sighed helplessly and stretched out his hand: "Does anyone have gauze there?"
A small thing, quickly forgotten.
…
In the tightly guarded ward, in the charcoal shell wrapped with cables, under Ye Qingxuan's heart.
A copper seal was opened at some point.
In the darkness, a glistening green light is released.
…
…
The flame lit up from the crystal, and along with the clear and delicate crystal, it slowly rose into the sky, scattering a ray of light.
In the low and solemn melody, hundreds of shining crystals are like stars, running in the sky. The huge Windsor Manor was already crowded with people.
As an important residence of the royal family in the past dynasties besides the royal palace, Windsor Manor has been built for three hundred years. Although it does not have high walls, it is still a palace that is not inferior to the royal palace and has always been a "summer palace" It also plays an important role in the history of Angru. I don’t know how many government orders were issued from here.
The previous queen was born here, and now, with the fall of the upper city, the new king will be crowned here.
For upper-class people, this is a meaningful signal.
Although the coronation ceremony was somewhat rushed, the place where the new king was crowned was not Westminster Abbey, where previous kings had been, and Archbishop Mephistopheles was not even invited.
The religious orders that represented orthodoxy and theocracy were left aside. This made many nobles close to the Order smell something bad. They tactfully tested the opinions of others on the seats, exchanged news, and then hesitated in their hearts whether it was still too late to turn the wheel.
The glorious nobles who founded the country swept away the dullness of the past and felt proud. Many of them already occupy key positions in the new king's cabinet list.
It's time to eat...
The key positions of finance, land resources, construction and diplomacy have been divided. The meat of the new cabinet and even the Privy Council has been put into the bowl. As for the remaining soup, it depends on the skills of other participants. The families who are not willing to go hungry within five years have already started to fight for each other in private, but they still have to be gentle and polite on the surface, and do not lose their manners and greet each other warmly when they meet each other.
However, the private communication soon stopped. In the solemn hall, everyone stood quietly in their positions, suppressing the thoughts in their hearts that could not be exposed to the sun, waiting for the ceremony. The real master has arrived.
As the people outside the summer palace cheered, solemn coronation carols sounded.
In the night sky, in the deepest part of the darkness, a dark bell rang appropriately, as if it was a gift for this ceremony.
The bell echoes between heaven and earth.
…
…
In Westminster Abbey, even the fire in the bleak room has been extinguished.
The black tea has gone cold.
The old people were wrapped in blankets and sitting on chairs, looking sleepily at the chessboard on the table, urging each other to continue playing this bad game.
Until in the distance, a mighty roar came.
Stone yawned and looked up at the window: "What is that sound?"
"Bells."
Mephisto replied, "The bell of redemption."
"oh."
Shi Dong nodded casually: "That's really rare."
"Yeah, it's really rare."
The chess game continues.
Soon, Mephisto was checkmate.
Shi Dong lowered his eyes, rubbed the black queen in his hand, and said no more.
Mephistopheles didn't speak either.
In the silence, the sonorous sounds of armored knights advancing in the corridor outside the door could be heard, as well as the faint whispers of the guards outside the door. Imprisoned in the church in disguise, they have now lost their freedom. Even going to the toilet has to be done within five minutes.
"Sure enough, it still doesn't work."
Shi Dong sighed softly.
Mephistopheles frowned: "You've been sighing like this since just now, what are you thinking about?"
Stone smiled self-deprecatingly, shook his head, and put the chess piece back into the box, "I'm wondering, now that almost all the top leaders of Angru are there, if they were all killed at the coronation ceremony, would this country still be there? The rescue…”
Dead silence.
Mephistopheles was silent, his eyes covered with white shadows narrowed. The teacup in his hand also rippled slightly.
"Are you serious?"
"What else? Are you kidding me?"
Shi Dong shook his head coldly: "Don't you all like to use yourself to save others when you are preaching? I just tried to think about what I would do if I planned to do something. It seems that you don't like alarmism. Ah. However, such a hasty coronation ceremony would be a pity if we did not rush to open the slaughterhouse in time."
He chuckled.
gloat.
…
…
In the palace room behind the Emerald Hall, Mary sat alone in front of the mirror, looking at the gorgeous girl in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. She was draped in finely woven gowns and jewelry, and her long hair, tied back, shone like gold.
Just like the queen she once was.
She is no stranger to dressing up like this. Every year at various ceremonies, she has to replace her brother and accompany her mother to attend. But after her mother was gone, she suddenly began to panic.
Become a king.
Lord Angelo.
This unrealistic thing is already close at hand.
Although the threat of Leviathan has not yet been resolved, so many people have already happily participated in this feast, and everyone deliberately left what happened in the Shadow of Avalon behind.
She could feel the malice flowing in the dragon's blood in her body, and the other self in the dragon's blood was growing abnormally, complying with the call from the darkness, and almost swallowing herself up...
"Don't be afraid, sister."
The girl in the mirror suddenly spoke with a sweet smile: "Becoming a queen is something worthy of celebration. Why are you so sad? You will no longer have to hide your true nature! Without you having to speak, those fools will be eager to help you. Give everything... No need to worry about the filth anymore, we can wash it all away with blood... "
Mary was silent and clenched her fists.
"Shut up."
collapse!
The dragon's power disappeared in a flash.
A gap suddenly opened in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, running up and down, cutting the girl in the mirror into two halves.
The broken girl screamed, sang softly, touched the crack in her body, held up the bright red blood, and brought it to Mary's lips.
"Sip, Your Majesty."
She whispered softly in Mary's ear: "From now on, you will be the monster on the throne, the bloody queen..."
The sweet smell lingered on the tip of her nose, causing Mary's eyes to turn red, trembling, and making a hoarse voice:
"—I said, go away!"
The illusion dissipated.
It's like it never happened.
Mary was left standing alone in the empty room, looking at her fragmented self in the mirror.
Not daring to look at that pale face, she covered her face and shed tears silently: "Mom, help me... I already... don't know what to do... "
No one responded.
Only on the wall, the portrait of the former queen lowered her eyes, spreading helpless pity.
…
I don’t know how long it took, but in the dead silence, there was a low knock on the door.
"Your Highness, the coronation ceremony is about to begin."
Outside the door, a strange courtesy officer held a copper plate and said politely: "Your medicine is ready. You will definitely feel better after drinking it."
In the exquisite wine glass on the copper plate, the amber-like orange-yellow color exudes a sweet taste.
Like blood.