Silent Crown Chapter 148: A long time ago

221B Baker Street, Cemetery. (Baidu search network update is the fastest and most stable)

In the gloomy night, there is a heavy fog.

This is the lowest place in Avalon. After the summer was about to pass, the sea breeze and ocean currents also left, and the place was covered by mist. Even in the daytime, it is extremely hazy.

After tonight's heavy rain penetrated the fog, it seemed to become weak, and the sound of the sound falling on the ground was fine.

The mulch is soaked with rainwater, it becomes muddy, like a bubbling quagmire.

The carriage stopped at the door of the cemetery, and the ghost hand opened the door for him:

"He is waiting for you inside."

Ghost said: "Don't let him wait too long."

"The road is just that, how long do you think I will walk?"

Ye Qingxuan glanced at him, put on his deerstalker hat, and swaggered into the cemetery.

In the empty cemetery, there is no sound, and the figure is lonely.

Those indistinct shadows occupied the surrounding high points and entrances, blocking the cemetery.

Ye Qingxuan retracted his gaze and walked forward with the fragments of white flowers under his feet.

It looks like a funeral is being held here, but there are no priests and guests, only a master of ceremonies in black long clothes standing next to the tomb, presiding over the sacrifice.

Beside him, in the open coffin, clearly covered with white petals and white brocade, but there was no one.

The emcee was standing next to the coffin, looking at the tombstone, thinking dazedly. All his subordinates retreated far away, not daring to disturb him in a trance.

But he doesn't look mysterious or scary, just an ordinary old man.

It is the shaman.

"Whose funeral is this?"

Ye Qingxuan glanced at the empty coffin and interrupted his contemplation aloud.

"Um...I haven't figured it out yet."

The shaman shook his head slowly: "The funeral is a serious matter, and the identity of the protagonist is always the biggest mystery."

Speaking, he turned his head and his eyes fell on the young and weird black musician.

"A lot of small gangs were agitated to oppose my rule. They are some very troublesome little trash fish. I sent out six assassins to clean them, but I am looking forward to it. The head that was brought back first... …Who belongs to?"

He stared at the boy's face with muddy eyes:

"——What do you think?"

"Why don't you guess slowly, it's no fun to spoil this kind of thing."

Ye Qingxuan responded indifferently: "The famous shaman came here for me, what does he want to do? Is it possible to let me lie in too?"

The shaman was silent for a moment. He laughed softly, and changed the subject: "When we first meet, it’s always bad to talk about some horrible things. Let’s talk about something else.

Mr. Holmes, you. What do you think of this city? "

Ye Qingxuan froze for a moment, then shook his head after thinking for a moment: "I don't know, I always feel that it looks like an old man with a guilty bird, moody and vicious."

"Well, almost."

The shaman nodded approvingly, but his expression became sullen: "Even if it is an old woman, it used to be a radiant beauty.

At that time, it was young, with tenderness and beauty exuding from its bones.

The hero presented it with a sword, and the musicians praised its holiness and love. At that time, the King of Destiny still ruled his powerful kingdom. As the world rises, Anglu stands tall in the westernmost part of the world.

But with that person's death, everything changed. "

He sighed, took out a cigar from his pocket and shook it to the teenager. Ye Qingxuan waved his hand, he cut off one of it himself, and enjoyed it after lighting it.

In the rising smoke, his eyes became blurred: "Mr. Holmes, let's talk about the past of this city.

I want to tell you the past of this city and this country. It and his greatness and brilliance. "

Ye Qingxuan stood on the cane and listened respectfully.

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"Did you know? At that time, the dark age had just ended. The golden age of human rejuvenation came. King Arthur built this place to commemorate his beloved fairy in the lake. The brightest pearl in the entire West, a fairyland on earth was built. ——Avalon!

He collected the treasures in the world, countless poets, mighty knights, mighty legions, the most gorgeous brocades, and the most fragrant incense...but even the beauty of the whole world. Pile up here, they can't express his love for the fairies in the lake.

——Because everything he has comes from the gift of the fairy in the lake. "

In the darkness, he tells the history hidden behind history, the past buried in the past.

That is the secret behind the curtains.

"Before meeting the fairy in the lake, the great King Arthur was just a fisherman's son, a commoner.

But he and the fairy in the lake met by mistake in the land of shadows. What happened in the middle is not to be pointed out, but the result is: Arthur got her favor.

That is the most praiseworthy thing in the whole world, one of the so-called ‘love’. "

The shaman chuckled softly, like a mockery or admiration:

"The fairy in the lake gave his love and strength to Arthur, and he was invincible and expanded. With the help of the fairy in the lake, he forged a sword in the stone and became an invincible strong in the world. He created Anglu and became the true king of destiny!

That was his time. The Knights of the Round Table galloped above the sky, the demons evaded the edge of the King of Knights, and even the natural disasters were driven out one by one. The western borders of the human world are unprecedentedly safe and healthy.

The flowers are brocade, and the fire is cooking oil.

It's really a beautiful time, brilliant, great, worthy of praise with all good words, just like a fairy tale in a fairy tale. "

"Later, everything changed."

The shaman paused, and his voice became hoarse: "Arthur is crazy. He was swallowed by an overly powerful force and went into madness.

However, at that time, no one knew that the man sitting on the emperor's throne had become a lunatic.

As he got older, he hated his younger son more and more, and felt that this kid was stealing his own life.

He drowned his eldest son in the boiling oil, but after waking up, he felt guilt and sadness. He cried for three days and couldn't be sad by himself.

He suspected that his wife was unfaithful to him, and ordered his subordinates to strip her clothes naked, walk on the street violently, accepting everyone's insults.

That street still has its original shape, but some people have forgotten why it is called "Queens Road".

In order to make his supreme authority no one can threaten, he executed most of the round table warriors who were loyal to him. His relatives scraped off those rights and made it to the sky in one step. Becoming a human being, this is the glory of the empire.

In order to make himself the king of kings, he couldn't even allow the existence of the holy city, and he was very aggressive. To save power for the destruction of the holy city.

Until the end, the fairy in the lake was also ignorant of his madness. The huge Avalon, the city of glory became a ghost. "

The shaman’s voice is hoarse and weird, exuding substantial darkness and madness:

"At that time, the entire city was covered by his distorted projection in the etheric realm. A strange space of the shadow of Avalon was formed.

In that world, the gallows was erected like a forest, the guillotine became a fountain, and the blood stretched from the execution ground to the outside of the city gate, turning into a path of blood.

Until the end, the mad king Arthur rebelled against his relatives and destroyed himself in his own swelling power. Only the blood of the curse is left, passed on from generation to generation.

This is the past and present of this city. She was once beautiful and brilliant. but now. Has become a gloomy, fickle, dying mad woman, glaring muddy eyes, cursing the living with bitter eyes.

For a long time, the external poisons you have seen, the real disasters and cancers, have their root causes, but the shadows hidden behind the city.

The evil fruit that was planted hundreds of years ago has flowed endlessly..."

He sighed in a low voice and squeezed out the cigar in his hand. The muddy eyes were filled with feelings.

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time, and asked softly:

"You told me this, do you want me to give up my blood?"

The shaman shook his head, "No. I'm just thinking about this city. If I want you to give up the blood, I will say it straight."

Ye Qingxuan glanced at him and exclaimed: "I didn't expect the shaman to be a person who is worried about the country and the people."

"Everyone wants to make their living environment better. Don't you do the same?"

The shaman said lightly: "Even if it's bad luck, you have a long life. But you have always worked hard, haven't you?"

Ye Qingxuan was silent, but the shaman laughed.

"I think you have guessed something vaguely? Mr. Holmes, or...should I call another name?"

"I thought about this possibility before, but now I am finally determined."

Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes and looked at the shaman in front of him, or the "old ghost" in his father's mouth: "I just didn't expect that the friend in my father's mouth turned out to be the emperor of darkness."

"Neither did I think that the son of the evil demon hunter Yueyin would be called the black musician."

The shaman patted him on the shoulder, sighing: "Since you returned to Avalon, I have kept my men watching you.

Unexpectedly, it brought you such trouble. When I heard about your melody, I knew it was you who came back. You did better than I thought. "

"Compared to this, I want to know...what exactly did my father do that made me fall to this level."

"I don't know."

The shaman spread his hands, "When he was running off the road, I was still hiding in the southern islands to avoid the limelight. I was overwhelmed. When I reacted, I realized that he had disappeared and you and your mother had been expelled. Out of Avalon. Unexpectedly, even the famous Lan..."

"Don't say that name."

Ye Qingxuan interrupted him: "If we want to continue talking, don't say that name."

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The shaman was stunned~IndoMTL.com~ He stared at the boy's face, as if he noticed the indifference and anger behind the gloomy eyes, and then slowly shrugged:

"Okay, let's not talk."

He sighed. He originally wanted to say that for so many years, there are actually people who care about mud and want you to go back... But this kid will probably not go back again.

After being betrayed once, who would trust the so-called family?

He was expecting to see Ye Qingxuan, saying something about the past between me and your father, and that my uncle actually remembered you for so many years, so that he could soothe his sad heart.

However, this is of no use to eggs.

It seems that there will never be any use for eggs.

He sighed, took a deep sip of the cigar, and sighed out the remaining smoke of the past: Ye Lanzhou, a peerless musician known as Fengya Wushuang and Yueyue Xingyin, has a son who looks like iron.

When he is dead, will he be pleased or sad? (To be continued.)