Crown of Silence

Chapter 602 Before the coronation

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 the closed dream, all external interference has been far away. In the empty dream, even the flow of time has slowed down.

It is enough for him to get rid of his anger and regain his calm.

Then, start thinking again.

Fortunately, Shi Dong is not here.

That old ghost never gives himself face, always sneers and ridicules. If he sees his miserable situation, he will definitely gloat over it, right? Ye Qingxuan can even imagine the old face with a smile on his face.

See, I reminded you a long time ago, but you always don't take it to heart.

Is the list of firewood ready?

Don't forget to purge the inside.

Who can be trusted?

Think about it carefully, Ye Qingxuan. Is this what I really mean? Do you have to let me, an outsider, say the words of discord so bluntly?

Well, you win.

If you don't know who to trust, then think again... who can't be trusted?

Maxwell? No, he has already disappeared.

Mephisto? Impossible, in order to prove his innocence, he entrusted everything to you. He lived under the same roof with the executioners of the Inquisition, day and night.

So, who is left?

Who else can there be?

Only Anglo's moral role model, the actual ruler of Avalon after the fall of the palace, your uncle

- Lancelot.

"Lancelot?"

Ye Qingxuan laughed at himself, gritted his teeth, and held back his anger.

Lancelot, what are you thinking?

He seemed to hear Shi Dong's laughter again.

Ye Qingxuan, are you a saint?

No one can know what others are thinking, no one, do you care about what the heretics on the stake think?

No need.

There is no need for any unspeakable hardship or tortuous mental journey here. Do you care whose eggs the pagans are going to steal?

Whether you can enter heaven after death is a matter for God to consider. Our job is just to send the heretics to God. Do we need to consider so much?

No need...

You just need to figure out what he did.

What does he want to do?

Ye Qingxuan doesn't know.

But it's not too late to find out now...! -

Kapa.

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

In the 24-hour intensive care unit of Avalon Central Hospital, an alarm suddenly sounded. The hymnist in heavy protective clothing came forward and looked at the thing on the bed that was connected to layers of cables.

As early as a few hours ago, the heavy bleeding had stopped. The blood-colored mold growing from under the skin had covered Ye Qingxuan's body, enveloping 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 proved that he was still alive. Even so, the breathing tube was continuously infused with anesthetic gas three times more than that of an ordinary person, not to mention the other forbidden musicians who imposed a series of rules on that body.

But now, a crack suddenly appeared on the head of the carbonized shell.

It was like a giant who had never died opened his eyes.

Under the crack was a silver eye filled with moonlight, with strands of blood lingering in it, like a flame, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, born and died at the same time.

So hideous.

"He is beginning to regain consciousness?"

Beside him, the forbidden musician in charge of guarding frowned, and soon, the hymn musician shook his head coldly: "It's just a simple stress response after a brain infection, it's a normal phenomenon."

For some reason, the forbidden musician felt a little hot and uneasy: "Do you have a sedative? Inject it again, and try to be foolproof."

"Okay."

Soon, a transparent injection flowed into Ye Qingxuan's body along the saline delivery tube.

Under the crack, the empty pupil gradually closed and returned to sleep.

The forbidden musician stood for a long time, pushed the door and left the closed hot ward. After leaving, 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 don't know when, I was sweating profusely.

In the corridor, the other guards who were on high alert looked over, their eyes were stunned for a moment, the forbidden musician looked at them in confusion, someone pointed at his face, he was stunned for a moment, reached out, touched his nose, one hand was bright red.

"Nosebleed?"

He sighed helplessly, and reached out: "Does anyone have gauze?"

A small matter was quickly forgotten.

-

In the closely guarded ward, in the charcoal shell wrapped with cables, under Ye Qingxuan's heart.

A copper seal had been opened at some point.

In the darkness, a bright green light was released.

——

The flame lit up from the crystal, and with the clear and delicate crystal slowly rising into the sky, a piece of light was sprinkled.

In the low and solemn melody, hundreds of shining crystals were like stars, running in the sky. The huge Windsor Manor was now crowded with people.

As an important residence of the royal family besides the palace, Windsor Manor has been built for three hundred years. Although it does not have high walls, it is no less beautiful than the palace. It has always been known as the "Summer Palace" and has an important position in the history of Anglu. I don't know how many political orders were issued from here.

The previous queen was born here, and now, with the fall of the upper city, the new king will also be crowned here.

For the upper class, this is a meaningful signal.

Although the coronation ceremony was a bit hasty, the new king did not choose the Westminster Abbey of the kings of all generations for the coronation, and even Archbishop Mephistopheles was not invited.

The church representing orthodoxy and theocracy was left aside. This made many nobles close to the church smell something wrong. They tactfully tested the opinions of others at their seats, exchanged news, and then hesitated in their hearts whether it was too late to change the rudder now.

The nobles of the founding glory swept away the dullness of the past and raised their heads. Many of them have already occupied 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 in the bowl. As for the remaining soup, it depends on the skills of other participants. The families who are unwilling to starve for five years have been fighting for it privately, but on the surface they still have to be gentle and polite, and greet each other warmly when they meet.

However, 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 real master of the ceremony to arrive.

With the cheers of the people outside the Summer Palace, the solemn coronation hymn sounded.

In the deepest darkness of the night sky, the dark bell sounded appropriately, as if it was a gift for this ceremony.

The bell echoed between heaven and earth.

——

In the desolate room of Westminster Abbey, even the fire has gone out.

The black tea has gone cold.

The old men wrapped themselves in blankets, sat on chairs, and looked at the chessboard on the table with sleepy eyes, urging each other to continue playing this bad game.

Until a huge roar came from afar.

Stone yawned and looked up at the window: "What's that sound?"

"The bell."

Mephisto replied, "The bell of salvation."

"Oh."

Stone nodded casually: "That's really rare."

"Yes, it's really rare."

The game continued.

Soon, Mephisto was killed.

Stone lowered his eyes, stroking the black queen in his hand, and stopped talking.

Mephisto did not speak either.

In the silence, the clanging sound 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, they have lost their freedom. Even going to the toilet requires five minutes.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work."

Stone sighed softly.

Mephisto frowned: "You have been sighing like this since just now. What are you thinking about?"

Stone laughed at himself, shook his head, and put the chess piece back into the box. "I was thinking, almost all the senior officials of Anglo are there now. If they are killed at the coronation ceremony, will this country be saved..."

Deathly silence.

Mephisto was silent, his pupils covered with white film shrank. The teacup in his hand also swayed slightly.

"Are you serious?"

"What else? Are you kidding?"

Shi Dong shook his head coldly: "Don't you all like to judge others by your own standards when you preach? I just tried to think about what I would do if I were to do something. It seems that you don't like to exaggerate.

However, such a hasty coronation ceremony would be a pity if it wasn't for the time to open the slaughterhouse."

He laughed softly.

Schadenfreude.

——

In the palace behind the Emerald Hall, Mary sat alone in front of the mirror, looking at the gorgeous girl in the floor-length mirror. She was wearing a finely woven dress and jewelry, and her long hair tied behind her head was as bright as gold.

Just like the queen she used to be.

She was not unfamiliar with this kind of dress. Every year, she had to replace her brother and accompany her mother to various ceremonies. But after her mother was gone, she suddenly began to panic.

Become a king.

Dominate Anglu.

This unreal thing is already in sight.

Obviously, the threat of Leviathan has not been resolved, but so many people have already happily thrown themselves into this feast, and everyone deliberately puts what happened in the Shadow of Avalon behind their minds.

She can feel the malice flowing in the dragon blood in her body, and the other self in the dragon blood is growing abnormally, following the call from the darkness, and almost swallowing herself...

"Don't be afraid, sister."

The girl in the mirror suddenly spoke with a sweet smile: "Becoming a queen is such a worthy thing to celebrate, why are you frowning? You will no longer need to hide your true nature! You don't need to speak, those fools will be eager to offer everything for you... No need to worry about those filth, we can wash it all away with blood..."

Mary was silent and clenched her fists.

"Shut up."

Bang!

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 shattered 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 was the portrait of the former queen with lowered eyes, spreading helpless pity.

-

I don’t know how much time passed, 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 liquid exudes a sweet taste.

Like blood.