Silent Crown Chapter 572: The Thames

On the warm water surface, thick water vapor floats, slowly rises, dances on the dome decorated with porcelain tiles, condenses into water droplets, and finally falls into the pool.

Tick.

The voice is soft.

Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed his face.

In the warm bath, the body stiffened in the sea breeze also warmed up, drowsiness and deep sleepiness emerged.

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

Outside the door, the voice of the servant sounded.

"Master, dinner is ready."

"I see."

Ye Qingxuan changed his clothes and opened the door.

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

"En."

Ye Qingxuan sniffed the lingering incense in the air, feeling a little itchy in his nose.

As the founding fathers of the country, the Lancelot family has many properties in Avalon. Even in the most prosperous Midtown area, there is also a large mansion in the golden lot, as well as wide courtyards and gardens. The noise, keep quiet. The remote ghost house in Birola's house is so good that I don't know where to go.

In the past, Ye Qingxuan often came here when the last generation of the Patriarch, Ye Qingxuan's grandfather was alive, and I still remember the many decorations and furnishings here. My grandfather also planned to transfer this place to his name on his birthday, but unfortunately, what happened afterwards is always unprepared...

Back here again, more than ten years later.

Everything has become different.

While things are wrong, he still can't help feeling of rejection in his heart.

Without letting the servant lead the way, he walked through the corridors and stairs to the dining room.

Due to the convenient transportation, the banquet of Lancelot's family is often held here. After hundreds of years of repairs and constant additions, every corner here has been dedicated to perfection.

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

"It really is a big family."

He glanced at the huge oil painting hanging on the wall of the dining room, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Unexpectedly, Lancelot was the only one in the restaurant, and his daughter Christine did not return.

Compared with other nobles who often had dozens of biological sons and daughters and countless illegitimate children, the lineage of the Lancelot family, who inherited two round-table armors at the same time, was thin.

It can be said that the single pass of the past generations, several times even almost cut off.

Because of this, blood is so cherished, even if it is an illegitimate child, it will never be left out.

It was an accident that the wife of the previous generation of the housekeeper gave birth to a son and a daughter. The Lancelot of this generation has only one daughter, and his wife died young and suffers from old illnesses.

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

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

After Ye Qingxuan took his seat, the servant served dinner. The simple style is not large, but it is exquisite enough to fill your appetite.

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

The silent dinner is over soon.

The servant took down the plate and served black tea.

In the slightly dim light, Lancelot was holding another cup of hot water, and after taking a few pills, his face became much better.

Lancelot groaned for a moment and made a sound after the steam rising from the teacup.

"I know you are very puzzled about what has happened these days, why Avalon, who 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 came back here to save this country, you should know all this. "

He stared at Ye Qingxuan and looked at his eyes, his expression became bitter and complicated: "Time has to start half a month ago, from the night Leviathan is about to enter the recovery phase...

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Half a month ago

On the dark sky, the heavy rain is like note.

The cold rain fell endlessly from the sky, covering the isolated city on the sea, and suppressing the weak lights in the city.

On the top floor of Avalon, the palace faces the dead ocean in the distance.

At the highest point of the throne hall, on the heavy throne, separated from the open door and heavy rain, the line of sight can sweep across the wide square and the distant distance, and fall straight on the sea.

"It's raining."

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

"Finally, is it here?"

"Exactly."

Under the throne, Lancelot nodded, his face expressionless on his cane. In the heavy rain outside the door, just staring at the round platform placed in the center of the hall.

On the round table, is a square prism, like a work of art created by the best glassmakers. The core that is comparable to steel looks clear and transparent. Through it, you can see the raindrops broken on the square. .

It's just above the transparent prism, but now it's covered by threads of blood vessels.

It's like coming to life, the blood vessels are pulsating, like a living thing breathing.

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

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

We have the power, where should we wander? Hoo, tens of thousands of hands, raise the sail! Pull, thief and beggar, we will have eternal life..."

Singing came from among the prisms.

That's broken flesh and blood.

When the broken piece of flesh was sealed, it was only as small as a tail finger, but now, it has eroded the steel, growing and growing in the seal, turning it into a vague face.

A few months ago, that face was only flesh and blood, vaguely resembling a woman.

But now, that face has grown, with full features, eyes closed slightly, and the corners of his mouth cocked, as if sleeping in a sweet dream.

When his lips closed slightly, he sang an illusion-like song.

The singing voice is alive, like a soul, penetrating through layers of walls and heavy rain, echoing between the sea and the sky, calling the monsters from afar to come.

That face is so delicate, with a neutral beauty between men and women. It seems soft, strong, angry, and smiling.

Observing from every other angle, the results are very different.

The only thing that is the same, is full of inhuman magic.

In that soft singing, the queen got up from the throne, walked in, stared at the face in the crystal, and whispered softly: "It must have been so lonely for so many years? Prince Thames."

No one responded.

So Elizabeth stretched out her hand, trying to lift the crystal prism.

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

Elizabeth smiled, and touched the prism with her palm, so softly, as if she was about to touch that face.

Countless hairy blood vessels stretched out in an instant, like greedy tree roots, entangled in her hands, wanting to take root and sprout. But the crimson dragon spewed out from that slender body. It was obviously a power of the same origin, but it was violent as if it were about to destroy everything in the world.

Just staring, it hurts.

Just touch it and it will be destroyed.

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

"I really envy you. After so many years, I haven't grown old at all. It's as beautiful as ever."

Elizabeth held up the prism and looked at the face, her eyes became complicated and sad: "It must be very painful? We have suffered for so many years, nostalgic for the world, and death can not..."

No one responded yet.

Lancelot knelt on one knee and once again pleaded: "Your Majesty, Leviathan will wake up. We have run out of 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 who died because of the blood of this sin... the unique Prince of Thames.

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

I even remember the tone of his voice, soft voice, like a girl... He once hugged me and took care of me, just like my brother.

His dragon blood is far better than any tribe, so he became a sacrifice and died in the hands of my father.

——Now that I am the emperor, it is my turn to kill him. "

Lancelot was silent.

This is a shame to the royal family, and a secret that Angelu cannot let anyone know.

As early as decades ago, Leviathan should have awakened for the sixth time. It was the sacrifice of the Prince of Thames that delayed this day to today. The descendants of dragon blood were made into sacrifices, and they were brutally burned to ashes...

Seal the inexhaustible remains of the fire in iron, scatter the ashes into the turbid water, and return to the sea.

In order to save this country, this can only be done, and it must be so.

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

In the silence, the empress who has been suffering from curses for many years suddenly regains her peace. It is the will forged by enduring the suffering.

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

Elizabeth raised her eyes and stared at the heavy rain outside the Throne Hall and the dark ocean: "After all, many people are dead, I am still alive, am I?"

Lancelot was speechless.

"Relax, Lancelot, I am not that vulnerable yet. At least, I am the emperor of this country. In this war that should not have started, there have been too many sacrifices. I will not Tolerating my people continue to die."

Elizabeth's eyes are drooping~IndoMTL.com~ no longer weak, no longer feeling, as if turned into steel: "Now, how bad are things now?"

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

Lancelot replied: "We have contacted the provinces in the mist again, and most of the people have begun to take refuge immediately. Except for some shelters that have been breached, we can continue to persist in other places.

According to the plan, the Second Royal Fleet has been deployed to various places to provide support. The 3rd Royal Fleet is defending the Inland Sea and is ready at any time.

The First Royal Fleet has been unblocked from the Stein Room Zero, and can be awakened at any time as long as you order.

Only this time, Heihe is more troublesome than previous years. The total number in the pipeline is about 30. Observers report that it is still increasing. The big demons living in various sea areas were also awakened, and the evildoers in the sea began to multiply again.

According to the growth rate of the wreckage of your prince, we speculate that probably tonight, the first seal will be torn, and Leviathan will use this as the core to enter the real recovery phase..." (to be continued.)