Crown of Silence

Chapter 581 Thames

On the warm water surface, thick water vapor floated, slowly rising, dancing on the porcelain-decorated ceiling, condensing into water droplets, and finally falling into the pool.

Tick-tock.

The sound was soft.

Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes and raised his hands to rub his face.

In the warm bath, the stiff body in the sea breeze also warmed up, drowsiness emerged, and a strong sense of sleep emerged.

He propped up his body, stepped out of the bath, and pulled off the bath towel to dry himself.

Outside the door, the voice of the servant sounded.

"Master, dinner is ready."

"I know."

Ye Qingxuan changed his clothes and pushed the door out.

The servant at the door bowed his head respectfully: "The master is waiting for you in the restaurant."

"Yes."

Ye Qingxuan sniffed the incense lingering in the air and felt his nose itchy.

As a founding father, the Lancelot family has many industries in Avalon. Even in the once most prosperous Midtown, there is a mansion with a wide courtyard and garden, which isolates the noise and is quiet in the hustle and bustle. It is much better than the remote haunted house of the Lola family.

In the past, when the previous head of the family, Ye Qingxuan's grandfather, was alive, Ye Qingxuan often came here and still remembered many decorations and furnishings here. Grandfather was also planning to transfer this place to his name on his birthday, but unfortunately, what happened later always caught people off guard...

It was more than ten years later when I came back here again.

Everything has changed.

While things have changed, he still can't help feeling repulsive in his heart.

Without letting the servant lead the way, he walked through the corridor and stairs and walked towards the restaurant.

Due to the convenient transportation, Lancelot's banquets are often held here. In hundreds of years of repairs and continuous additions, every corner here has been made perfect with all efforts.

There are many precious collections, even a seemingly inconspicuous tapestry on the wall is a gift from a duke, or a rare treasure that was once sold at a sky-high price at an auction.

"It's really a big family."

He glanced at the huge oil painting hanging on the wall of the restaurant, and couldn't help sighing softly.

To his surprise, Lancelot was the only one in the restaurant, and his daughter Christine did not come back.

Compared with other nobles who often have dozens of biological sons and daughters and countless illegitimate children, the lineage of the Lancelot family, which inherits two round table armors at the same time, can be said to be thin.

It can be said that there has been a single inheritance for generations, and there have been several times when it was almost cut off.

Because of this, the bloodline is so precious that even illegitimate children will never be left outside.

The wife of the head of the previous generation actually gave birth to a son and a daughter, which was an unexpected surprise. And the Lancelot of this generation has only one daughter, and his wife died early and was plagued by old illnesses.

If Ye Qingxuan is not counted, the Lancelot family is probably only a father and a daughter.

Purely in terms of inheritance, it has reached the most dangerous edge.

After Ye Qingxuan sat down, the servant brought dinner. It was simple in style and not large in quantity, but delicate enough to fill the appetite.

Lancelot did not speak, and Ye Qingxuan did not take the initiative to speak.

The silent dinner ended soon.

The servant removed the plate and brought black tea.

In the slightly dim soft light, Lancelot took another cup of hot water and took a few pills, and his face looked much better.

Across the curling water vapor rising from the teacup, Lancelot pondered for a moment and made a sound.

"I know you are confused about what has happened in the past few days, why Avalon, which has been preparing for this war for a hundred years, has fallen to this point...

I have no intention of hiding this from you.

After all, you have returned here to save this country, and you should know all this."

He stared at Ye Qingxuan, and his expression became bitter and complicated when he saw his eyes: "The time started half a month ago, from the night when Leviathan was about to enter the recovery stage...

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Half a month ago

The dark sky was pouring down with heavy rain.

The cold rain fell endlessly from the sky, covering the lonely city on the sea, and pressing the weak lights in the city to sway and extinguish.

On the top floor of Avalon, the palace faced the dead sea in the distance.

At the highest point of the throne hall, on the heavy throne, through the open door and the heavy rain, the sight can pass through the wide square and the distant distance, and fall straight to the sea.

"It's raining. "

The sleepy emperor on the throne woke up from a long sleep. When he raised his eyes, he saw the black clouds and thunder and lightning on the sea. Then, a trace of relief appeared in his green eyes.

"Finally, is it here?"

"Yes."

Under the throne, Lancelot nodded. He supported himself with a cane and had no expression on his face. In the heavy rain outside the door, he just stared at the round platform placed in the center of the hall.

On the round platform, there is a square prism, like a work of art made by the best glass craftsmen. The core comparable to steel looks clear and transparent, and through it, you can see the raindrops that broke on the square.

But just above the transparent prism, it is now covered with strands of blood vessels.

As if it were alive, the blood vessels were pulsating, just like a living thing breathing.

The thin blood vessels branching out from several main branches were waving in the air, like the roots of a tree, waving in the light singing.

"The king and his accomplices kidnapped the queen and imprisoned her in a dream...

We have the power, where should we wander? Yo ho, thousands of hands, hoist the sails! Pull, thieves and beggars, we will gain eternal life..."

The singing came from the prism.

That was broken flesh and blood.

When the broken flesh and blood was sealed, it was only as small as a little finger, but now, it has corroded the steel, grown and strengthened in the seal, and turned into a blurred face.

A few months ago, that face was just a bloody mess, vaguely resembling a woman.

But now, that face has grown up, with complete facial features, slightly closed eyes, and raised corners of the mouth, as if sleeping in a sweet dream.

When the lips opened and closed slightly, a hallucinatory song was sung.

The song is alive, like a soul, penetrating layers of walls and rainstorms, echoing between the sea and the sky, calling for the demons from afar to come.

That face was so delicate, with a neutral beauty between men and women, seemingly gentle, strong, angry, and smiling.

Every time you observe from a different angle, the results are completely different.

The only thing that is the same is that it is full of inhuman demonic nature.

In the gentle chanting, the queen stood up from the throne, walked in, stared at the face in the crystal for a long time, and whispered softly: "It must be lonely after so many years, Prince Thames."

No one responded.

So Elizabeth reached out and wanted to pick up the crystal prism.

"Your Majesty." Lancelot stepped forward, looked at her, and shook his head: "No."

Elizabeth smiled, and her palm touched the prism, so gently, as if she wanted to touch that face.

Countless fine blood vessels like fluff stretched out instantly, like greedy tree roots, entangled in her hands, wanting to take root and sprout. But the red dragon might gushed out from the slender body. It was obviously a power of the same origin, but it was violent as if it wanted to destroy everything in the world.

Just staring at it, it felt stinging.

Just touching it, it would be destroyed.

The blood vessels evaporated in an instant, cut off, and shrank back into the crystal. The face twitched and the eyelids trembled, as if it was about to wake up from a nightmare.

"I really envy you. After so many years, you haven't aged at all. You are as beautiful as before."

Elizabeth held up the prism and looked at the face. Her eyes became complicated and sad: "It must be very painful? Suffering for us, for so many years, clinging to the world, and unable to die..."

Still no one responded.

Lancelot knelt on one knee and pleaded again: "Your Majesty, Leviathan will wake up, and we don't have much time."

"Let me see him again."

Elizabeth held the prism in her arms and looked at the sleeping face: This is my uncle, Lancelot.

This is the sacrifice made by the previous emperor, the sixteenth person sacrificed for this sinful blood... the unique Prince of Thames.

Do you know? He is my father's youngest brother. When I was born, he was only three years older than me. He died when he was thirteen, but he spent the seven years before that with me.

I even remember the tone of his voice when he was alive, soft and gentle, like a girl... He once held me and took care of me, like my brother.

His dragon blood is far better than any other tribesman, so he became a sacrifice and died in my father's hands.

- Now I am the emperor, and it is my turn to be responsible for killing him. "

Lancelot remained silent.

This is a royal shame, and a secret that Anglo cannot allow anyone to know.

Decades ago, Leviathan should have awakened for the sixth time, but it was Prince Thames's sacrifice that delayed this day until today. The descendants of dragon blood were made into sacrifices, and then cruelly burned to ashes...

The wreckage that could not be burned by the raging fire was sealed in iron, and the ashes were scattered into the rushing turbid water and returned to the sea.

In order to save this country, this is the only way, and it must be done.

For a long, long time, Elizabeth closed her eyes.

In the silence, the queen who had suffered from the curse for many years seemed to have suddenly regained her calm. It was the will forged by enduring the tormenting pain.

"Sometimes, I will thank this monster for its blood."

Elizabeth raised her eyes and stared at the rainstorm and the dark ocean outside the throne room: "After all, many people are dead, and I am still alive, right? "

Lancelot was speechless.

"Don't worry, Lancelot, I'm not that fragile. At least, I am the emperor of this country. In this war that should not have started, there have been too many sacrifices, and I will not tolerate my people to continue to die. "

Elizabeth's eyes drooped, no longer weak, no longer sighing, as if she had turned into steel: "Now, how bad is it?"

"Everything is as expected, and the losses are within the acceptable range."

Lancelot reported back: "We have re-established contact with the provinces in the fog, and most of the citizens have begun to take refuge at the first time. Except for a few shelters that have been breached, the rest can continue to hold on.

According to the plan, the Second Royal Fleet has set off to provide support to various places. The Third Royal Fleet is deployed in the inland sea and is ready at any time.

The First Royal Fleet has been unsealed by the Zero Stein Chamber and can be awakened at any time as long as you order it.

It’s just that the Black River this time is more troublesome than in previous years. The total number of them brewing is about 30, and the observers report that it is still increasing. The great demons living in various seas have also been awakened, and the evil children in the sea have begun to reproduce again.

Based on the growth rate of the wreckage of His Excellency the Prince, we speculate that the first seal will be torn tonight, and Leviathan will enter the real recovery stage with this as the core..."