Silent Crown Chapter 171: The blood of the curse

The bell in the evening came from the direction of the Palace of Westminster. (Baidu search for the fastest and most stable update of the literature network)

The light of the setting sun spilled from the sky and fell on the top of the pure white city, shining the palace with exceptional majesty. After the light passed through the long and narrow colored window, it became dim.

The dim light fell on Hermes' face.

He sat in a chair, looking boredly at the complicated pattern on the colored window, behind him, a heavy curtain hung down.

Compared with the splendor of the imperial palace, this room is too simple and too clean, even without any unnecessary decorations.

There was a strong smell of medicine floating in the air, and a woman's hoarse cough sounded faintly behind the curtain, like a hospital room.

It's a pity, this is not a ward, this is the queen's palace.

At this moment, a scream of pain suddenly sounded from behind the curtain.

Across the curtain, the dark iron coffin that trembles madly can be vaguely seen.

On the human-shaped iron coffin that looked like a giant embryo, the official face and limbs were full. It seemed that something strange was sealed inside, emitting a strong smell of blood.

Around the iron pipe, there are a few monks exuding a gloomy atmosphere.

They wore white clothes, bald and barefoot, stepped in a pool of blood, received one after another sharp iron thorns from their assistants, and skillfully and cruelly nailed those iron thorns into the iron coffin. In the hollow of, penetrated the living thing locked in it, nailed into the depth of the bone marrow!

Every nail is driven down, and the iron coffin trembles wildly. The woman imprisoned inside was screaming in pain, her voice hoarse.

A steady stream of blood emerged from the hollow iron nails, dyeing their white robe and hands black.

Yes, it's pitch black.

The dark, viscous blood gathered under the iron coffin, winding along the reserved groove, and finally fell into the silver urn drop by drop.

"Sure."

In the long torture. Hermes suddenly uttered a sound, causing the monks to stop their movements.

Someone carefully picked up the copper cauldron on the stove, and there was a pale golden liquid tumbling silently in the copper cauldron, releasing a burning red light like iron juice.

The scorching ‘iron juice’ flowed out as the copper cauldron was poured and flowed into the iron coffin. In the mouth of that face. In the iron coffin, there was the sound of swallowing, full of greed and greed.

Just above the iron coffin, the spikes pierced into it trembled suddenly, slowly squeezed out by the power contained in it, and landed on the ground one by one, making a heart-palpitating crisp sound.

Until the end, all the ‘iron juice’ in the copper kettle was poured out of that mouth, and there was no more drop left.

The monks put away the spikes and tools. Backed silently and disappeared into the darkness. In the silence, only the convulsive breath from the iron coffin remained behind the curtain.

"More come,"

In the iron coffin, a hoarse female voice sounded: "I need more..."

"Your Majesty, this is already a measurement that exceeds the upper limit."

Hermes shook his head, "If you increase it, even the blood of the red dragon will collapse. The effect of the potion is getting worse and worse. If the guys at the Royal Academy can't come up with a new method, then Let alone cure. Even the status quo is difficult to maintain."

"...Because the curse has become stronger."

The voice is hoarse: "It's getting stronger and stronger, I can't help it anymore."

"Well, the shadow of Avalon is calling, and it is about to wake up, so the curse will become stronger and stronger." Hermes said, "Your Majesty. You should have known it a long time ago: there is no medicine for this kind of thing. It can be cured. Unless the curse is eradicated, it will always be entangled in the blood of the royal family. You have to pay for what you did in the past."

In the iron coffin, there was a long silence, the hoarse voice asked softly:

"How much time do I have?"

"Long for years. In the end, I will die like Arthur as crazy in pain. For a short year, I will fall into sleep like the Prince of Thames..."

Hermes said coldly and bluntly:

"Excuse me-your most important thing is to choose an heir.

After all, the eldest prince who is currently ranked No. 1 is mentally retarded... He does not inherit the curse, but if he inherits the throne, the cursed person will probably become this country from the royal family. "

Faced with such offensive words, the queen was not angry, but after thinking for a moment, she asked, "Where are the two emperors?"

"His Royal Highness Mary?"

Hermes thought for a while and nodded: You can think about it, but the blood of the curse on her can be said to be worse than you. Although you are sitting on the throne, I am afraid she has been affected by now, right?

Since years ago, I have heard her legend..."

"..."

The queen was silent, and sighed softly after a long time: "When will the shame of the royal dynasties be washed away? I have paid so much, is it not enough?"

"Because you have been doing useless work."

Hermes' voice became cruel:

"Whether it is the secret research conducted by the Royal Academy, or the blood purification technology of the blood of the dragon veins in the East, it is not drinking a dove to quench thirst, or the distant water cannot quench the near fire.

Because of this, you will indulge the House to study taboo technology and let them explore the blood path, right?

Unfortunately, those things can't reverse the outcome. Even if they succeed by luck, they can only make the result worse. "

After a long period of silence, the queen in the iron coffin sighed slightly: "This is Tianjue Angelu, right?"

"Perhaps? But your majesty, but you have another choice."

Hermes raised his eyes and smiled meaningfully:

"——Why don’t you try to trust me? I am the greatest artist, alchemist, composer and musician in the world.

Although this curse is desperate, if the royal family is willing to let me study it, it may not be impossible. "

These words are like frivolous jokes, but everyone knows that traders never lie. If he says it can be solved, it will definitely be solved. If he says there is a way, then it will definitely be found.

He seems to be able to do everything in the world, as long as you pay the price...

If these words are heard by other desperate people, they will be ecstatic, like a ray of light in the dark, a ray of life in the dying.

But the queen didn't move, nor did she answer. He didn't even have a look of joy, but was silent, and the silence exuded an aura of real anger!

That's killing intent!

"Hermes, am I not tolerating you enough?"

Her voice is cold: "Don't provoke the tolerance of the royal family, and don't do unnecessary things! This country can allow you to survive here is already the limit.

It's been so many years, don't you understand? No matter what you do from any starting point. All you get is chaos and destruction. "

"Hey, it's really sad."

Hermes sighed softly: "Have I changed from your good friend to your decoration? Enthusiasm is really easy to destroy.

That kind of thing back then, how come Arthur was to blame..."

The people behind the curtain were silent, but there was an angry killing intent in their blood.

Hermes sensed the sting of the killing intent and showed a submissive expression: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will keep my promise. You see, I haven't done anything for so many years? "

"Very good. You don't need to do anything. Hermes, you are no longer needed here."

Her Majesty said coldly, "Don't you like to look on the most? You just need to sit there quietly."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Hermes leaned over to salute, with a playful smile at the corner of his mouth:

"——Just as I witnessed the beginning from Arthur, I also witnessed the end from your body."

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In the corridor, the door to the bedroom opened silently, and Hermes walked out of it.

He seems to be in a good mood. But he always looks like this, with a frivolous expression. The footsteps are cheerful, and the corners of his mouth still have a weird smile that makes people unpredictable.

Just behind the door, the old man stood against the wall, as if waiting for the queen's call.

Hermes stopped when he saw him, smiling more enthusiastically.

"Oh. It turned out to be you old ghost. I haven't seen you for a long time."

He looked at the old man in front of him: "Isn't he dead yet?"

"It is the old man who grows stronger."

The person named ‘Shaman’ glanced at him, "In addition, I was not the only person who was called an old ghost by Ye Lanzhou back then. Hermes."

"Hey, that's why I can't wait for you to die soon. Two men sharing the same nickname, it's really ashamed to wear a pair of pants."

Hermes looked at the shaman expectantly:

"——Please hurry up and die, how about it?"

The shaman just shook his head, "Sorry, I just learned the truth of ‘life is precious’ from a person recently, forgive me to refuse."

"It's okay, you won't be able to live long anyway."

Hermes stretched out his hand, carefully arranged the collar on his chest, and finally patted him on the shoulder intimately, comforting him softly:

"The life of waste products is not easy. Enjoy the last time in your life.

After Guy died, there was no more joy. "

The shaman was silent, and Hermes laughed, hummed a small tune, turned and left, disappearing at the end of the corridor.

After a long time, the door opened again.

The shaman walked in silently, lifted the curtain, approached with dry blood on the ground, knelt on one knee, and bowed his head toward the iron coffin in front of him.

"It's been a long time since I saw you. I thought you had really gone."

In the iron coffin, a hoarse sigh came.

The shaman shook his head: "Avalon is here, how can I leave? I will never leave you, Your Majesty."

So, the hoarse voice in the iron coffin laughed, full of relief:

"An elderly woman like me~IndoMTL.com~ can still hear such sincere love words. It's so good, it's like returning to the time when I was young."

"You are as beautiful as ever."

The shaman stared at the iron coffin, his gaze seemed to penetrate the hideous edges and corners, and fell on the bleak face.

"Don't say such sad words."

The queen's voice is a little tired: "You reappear with this face, do you have any good news to tell me?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The shaman whispered back:

"——From now on, the entire Avalon is under your control!" (To be continued...) WWW.GEILIWX.COM Happy reading every day