Crown of Silence

Chapter 604 Dinner (Part 1)

Thunder roared.

Lightning flashed in the dark clouds, whipping the spire of Westminster Abbey like a whip, causing dazzling flashes. Torrential rain poured down, covering the entire world.

"I need to pee."

The Knight of the Round Table looked at the old man in the wheelchair coldly, and the old man repeated: "I need to pee."

The Knight frowned, "Didn't you pee just now?"

The old man, who already had Alzheimer's disease, just looked at the Knight and repeated again: "Pee."

"When people get old, their prostate is not good."

Shi Dong pushed the wheelchair and smiled at the Knight embarrassedly: "It's normal to pee seven or eight times a night. Otherwise, let him solve it in the corridor..."

"Pee."

The old man in the wheelchair repeated the sentence at the right time, which made the Knight frown and glanced at Shi Dong: "He needs to pee, what about you?"

"Help him pull up his pants."

Shi Dong said as a matter of course: "How about you come?"

"..."

The Knight's expression became more and more ugly, and he waved to his companions, said hello, and then escorted them to the toilet.

The Knight of the Round Table was indeed conscientious in his mission. Because he was worried that they would escape, he did not even wait outside the door, but stood in the toilet with his nose pinched, and said in a muffled voice:

"Five minutes, hurry up."

"Can you remove this?" Shi Dong pointed to the shackles on the old man in the wheelchair: "He is quite nervous, and he can't urinate when he is nervous."

The Knight had a blank expression: "No."

"We can discuss it..."

"No."

The Knight was impatient: "Are you going to the toilet? If not, just hold it."

Shi Dong sighed helplessly.

There was a long silence in the toilet, and then there was a short sound of dripping, and the Knight of the Round Table turned his head away.

In the silence, he heard the faint and crisp sound of steel rubbing behind him. He didn't have time to look back, and felt a chain falling over his head, tightly wrapped around his neck.

Tighten!

Ka La...

The old man in the wheelchair had stood up at some point, and walked behind the knight in three steps. His movements were light and agile, and he didn't look like he was sitting in a wheelchair at all.

Just like carrying a heavy object, the chains on both hands were wrapped around the knight's neck, tightening and pulling, as if the whole person was holding the knight's neck and carrying him on his back.

Facing anger.

The knight struggled hard, but could not make a sound.

In the silence, only Shi Dong stood in front of the toilet, his whole body relaxed, whistling a melody.

After a long time, the sound of struggle disappeared.

The old man let go, and the knight fell to the ground and never moved again.

Shi Dong shook out a few drops with satisfaction, pulled up his pants, walked to the side of the knight and glanced at him, shaking his head helplessly: "Be quicker next time. He was incontinent because of the three minutes he wasted from strangling to death..."

"I haven't exercised for a long time."

The wheelchair old man sighed, "If you don't pay attention, you will go too far."

Shi Dong didn't continue the topic, just asked: "How are the others?"

The wheelchair old man took out a portable ether ball from his wheelchair, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, then replied: "The people on the east and west wings have been dealt with, and there is a little trouble in the big prayer hall. We lost our hands."

"After so many years of recuperation, why are they more embarrassing than each other now? Have they been living dogs for so many years?" Shi Dong sighed, "Forget it, I'll go."

-

Half an hour later, the last corpse was dragged into the confessional and continued to confess to God with its former companions.

"Calculate the time, the outside world should have noticed something wrong."

Shi Dong looked at his pocket watch: "How long can the barrier last?"

"Westminster Abbey has a special status, and it doesn't need to be activated at ordinary times. The Harmony Instrument has not been activated for many years. It is already a generation behind. I'm afraid it won't last long."

Mephisto thought for a while and replied: "About an hour."

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud bang.

The blazing fire lit up from outside the window.

The earth was shaking, and the rain was rolling back.

The glow of the barrier flickered, and cracks were everywhere.

Mephisto's expression did not change, and he nodded slightly: "Okay, now there is only half an hour left."

"Half an hour...enough." Shi Dong nodded slightly and looked at Carol: "Are the children up?"

Bishop Carol, the nominal manager of the Ministry of Doctrine, is now wiping the blood off his hands with a rag-after Ye Qingxuan became the Grand Inquisitor, he was officially appointed as the commander of the Hammer of Witches, responsible for the only armed knights of the Inquisition.

"Almost."

Carol replied: "The children are all young men. It's no big deal to stay in cages for a few days and not eat. Although the armor has been removed from the ether furnace and locked in the warehouse, the engineers are urgently repairing it, so it shouldn't be a big problem. The biggest trouble at the moment is that the Knights of the Round Table have taken away all the weapons equipped with the armor.

The enemies outside are now fully armed, and our knights are unarmed except for their iron shells."

Shi Dong was helpless: "Can't we think of a way?"

"No."

"No substitutes?"

"Do tables and chairs count?"

"... They can't count, right?"

Shi Dong sighed, "Damn, it's a mistake. Does that mean our plan to break out will fail?"

Carol nodded.

Shi Dong was silent for a moment and asked: "Is it too late for us to surrender now? The Holy Scriptures say that it is not shameful to temporarily bow to heresy for the sake of the long-term future.

We are doing this to paralyze them and then wait for an opportunity to act. God will definitely forgive us, right? "

"uncertain."

Carol's face was expressionless: "And I'm afraid the Knights of the Round Table will not surrender. The great knight you just beheaded in the big prayer hall is the nephew of the commander of the Knights of the Round Table, Tristan. The only successor... "

"Oh shit."

Stone cursed and looked at Mephisto. Mephisto was looking up at the colored window on the glass dome, concentrating on it. He really didn't know what he, a blind man with advanced cataracts, could see.

Stone looked at him.

He was motionless... astonished, and just scratched his face unnaturally.

It wasn't until a long time later that he finally couldn't sit still and sighed helplessly: "Okay, I can solve it."

Soon, the floor of the chapel began to sink, and countless bricks shrank to both sides, revealing the downward passage. Mephistopheles grabbed the wind lantern and made a gesture of invitation to Stone.

Shi Dong stood at the entrance of the passage, took a deep breath, and smiled: "The smell of iron maintenance oil? It's really good..."

But when the wind lantern illuminated the collections in the underground warehouse, he couldn't help but take a breath of air.

What is visible is the cold light of steel.

On the display racks, there are everything from ordinary swords and armor, to small hand crossbows as contraband, to countless power armor-specific impact guns, door-breaking axes, and chain saw swords that are heavy enough to be several people tall.

Weapons that could arm two infantry brigades and an entire company of dynamic armor lay quietly in the darkness, coated with the childishness of maintenance, exuding an alluring and pungent smell.

Shi Dong was silent for a long time, then turned around and asked:

"In Anglia, isn't it possible to hang for concealing ordnance?"

Mephistopheles smiled, stepped on the mechanism, activated the hub, and slowly opened the wall behind him, revealing a huge underground workshop hidden behind the wall ten meters below Westminster Abbey.

There are assembly lines that are tens of meters long, car windows that weigh dozens of tons, a dazzling array of tools, steel furnaces embedded in the walls, and even an entire ether-powered 100-ton stamping machine.

And there were dozens of old priests in robes, their well-developed muscles almost bursting the robes, their hands covered with calluses and bearing traces of molten iron burns.

"Private possession?"

Mephistopheles shook his head disdainfully:

"——It's made!"

As he spoke, he reached out and picked up a pitch-black hand crossbow, skillfully checked the parts, cocked it, fired three rounds, and nodded with satisfaction:

"The priests who can stay here are all the technical backbone of the order. To them, this kind of thing is just a manual job to relieve their boredom.

Otherwise, where do you think the ordnance that Anglo has exported over the years came from? "

"..."

In the silence, Stone's eyes became more and more strange: "How sad would it be if those lambs who came to confess to you found out that the kind and great bishop turned out to be the biggest warmonger in Anglia?"

"It is very difficult to spread the gospel of God in a foreign country. What's the use of relying on the little money allocated by the religious group every year? If you want to generate income, you have to find your own way..."

Mephistopheles said nonchalantly: "At least, I will give believers a 20% discount.

Let those who formerly fought fiercely with others over private matters now fight against the heathen for the sake of God! Let those who were robbers in the past fight for the gods now and become their knights! This is a battle worth fighting and one that will be won...it is God's will. "

Speaking of which, he also gave a famous speech by the first-generation Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition, which made Stone spit out a mouthful of phlegm.

"What are you waiting for?"

Mephistopheles spread his hands and asked: "Are you waiting for me to settle the bill for you? Go and follow the orders of your Grand Inquisitor, follow your plans, and do things freely.

I hope you can save this country. "

"Don't worry, we will."

Shi Dong glanced at him one last time: "Even if we can't save it, we won't let it fall into the hands of the demon..."

——

In the violent storm, on the streets of Lower City.

"That's the most important material reserve over there."

Watson, who was handcuffed in a wheelchair, tapped the front with his chin: "Everything you want is stored there. After all, this is a tense period. We usually put the junk that can't be sold there."

After a day-long transfer of property, the military's spy chief was already dizzy.

Although Watson has always been extremely cooperative and even handed over such crucial things as the list of subordinates, hidden stakes, and informants to him, and even handed over the key bank accounts with one hand, without thinking of any resistance, but He could still feel something was wrong.

This cripple in a wheelchair must be hiding something from him.

must……

He was absolutely certain of this.

I'm going to the hospital for a review tomorrow, so I don't have time to write anything, so I'll update both tonight.