Silent Crown Chapter 276: Son of Lamentation

In the afternoon, in Xiacheng District, the door of the broken bar was opened.

The strong smell of smoke and poor-quality alcohol came out of the door, almost choking. In the noisy bar, the men who were smoking cigarettes and playing cards turned their heads and looked to the door.

In the glaring sunlight at the door, there is a silhouette of a cane. He wears a top hat and is well-dressed, which does not seem to match here.

Only the moment they saw the figure, everyone couldn't help shivering, and their bodies were tight: in that blur, there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking at them, which was breathtaking.

A long distance away, I saw my own reflection, which looked pale as a dead body falling into the abyss.

In the innermost part of the bar, the old man with his back to the door turned his head, and when he saw him, he was taken aback, then waved his hand to signal everyone to go out.

When everyone left, the visitor sat opposite him, took off the top hat, and placed it on the table.

"Long time no see, Mr. Guishou." Ye Qingxuan said.

Ghost took a deep look at Ye Qingxuan, and the hairs on his neck stood up, as if he had seen something extremely gloomy.

I haven't seen him in a few days...He's getting stronger again.

Even the ghosts are gradually becoming jealous.

"Mr. Holmes, you have become scary recently."

"It's not what I wanted."

Ye Qingxuan smiled bitterly: "To be honest, I would rather wear sunglasses to come home, but unfortunately, it's useless to wear them."

"It seems that you have gained a lot from the Shadow of Avalon." The ghost hand retracted his gaze and pointed to the cards on the table: "A game?"

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but smile, grabbed a ghost card and shook his head: "Forget it, playing cards with ghost hand, I can't be confident."

He put down the cards. The card fell on the table, but it has become a red aces for some time, and it quickly changed back to its original appearance.

Red a has returned to the hands of Guishou.

He dropped the card. Sigh with regret: "It's a pity, it's been a long time. I have been itchy hands recently; I am from the past."

"How is the shaman's recovery?"

"I really want to say that I have recovered, but unfortunately... it's still the same." The ghost hand shrugged: "Half dead, but somehow it can last a while."

"It's normal. With that kind of injury, it's not weird when you die."

Ye Qingxuan shrugged and handed him the bill of materials in his pocket: "Come here today, I hope you can help me gather the things above."

He paused and added: "As soon as possible."

The ghost hand didn't look at it. Just beckoning, the bartender came over to read the note on the table, and whispered to the ghost hand after a moment of contemplation.

Ghost said: "Four days."

"Yes."

Ye Qingxuan was about to get up, but he didn't expect the ghost hand to put the wine glass in front of him, and pour the amber liquor into it.

"Now that I'm here, why don't you have a drink? You just scared away the guys who drank with me."

Ye Qingxuan shrugged his shoulders as he looked at him casually smiling and holding up his wine glass.

"I wish there is always today."

The ghost hands raised their glasses to respect each other, and drank them happily: "Does it still suit your appetite?"

"Good wine."

Ye Qingxuan nodded: "To be honest, your taste is better than I thought."

"In Avalon. The lower-class people in the lower city like to drink kerosene, a bad blend of alcohol. Save money, and drink just to get drunk.

I used to like to drink that kind of wine. Because the more drunk, the faster my hands..."

Ghost playing cards, changing suits at his fingertips, seemed to sigh with emotion: "Later, I had money and status, and no one would regard me as a pickpocket wherever I went, and they called me Mr. Ghost.

I became a classy person, and I didn't know when I got upscale even when I drank. In fact, up to now... I can't even call the name of this bottle of wine.

The shaman always laughs at me. Said I like to pretend. But a guy like me can pretend. Already very satisfied.

Furthermore, people like me. With money in hand, there seems to be nothing else to go except to buy some satisfaction. "

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment and asked: "Have you ever thought of finding a woman? Maybe it will be much better after you get married."

Ghost grin: "I have had two lovers, they are both married, and one of them gave me a child, but that child is not long-lasting and is not loved by the gods.

These things bring me more sadness than happiness, Mr. Holmes, for some people, the happiness of ordinary people does not apply. "

"Then have you never been happy?"

"Yes, but very few."

The ghost hand poured wine for himself, and did not force Ye Qingxuan to drink it again, but just finished drinking it on his own: "How many times are people's lives when they are really happy?

Especially in ghost places like Xiacheng...Everyone can only work hard to make it less painful. People like us who have done evil things may not be able to go to heaven after death. "

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes, "The shaman said, he wants to save you... Isn't there any change?"

"Well, what I have to say is only trivial."

The ghost hand scratched his head, "A little is enough, anyway, everyone has nothing to read; the sweetheart of the cool president.

Look, Mr. Holmes, this is a place that big people disdain, there are stinky gutters, beggars, and prostitutes everywhere.

Everyone is a person without a tomorrow, but the shaman tells us that people without a tomorrow should live with dignity.

Inferior people should also walk on the street with their heads high, even if they can't bathe in the sunshine of the big people, they should go into the tomb with their backbone after death. "

"This is what he called the ‘rules of the dark world’?"

"Perhaps, I don't understand it very well."

Ghost said bluntly, seeing Ye Qingxuan startled by mistake, he couldn't help but smile: "However, I have always been honored to be able to participate.

The shaman gave me dignity, telling me that a wicked person like me can also be worth living. Then, I live for this value. "

Speaking, he raised his wine glass: "Mr. Holmes, you can see that you are also very confused. I hope you can find your own worth one day."

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment and raised his glass:

"——For my own value."

The wine has been drunk, and the boy got up. "I should go now, thank you for your wine."

"If you don't hate it, come here for a drink next time." Guishou said. "I pay the bill."

"Thank you so much, then."

The teenager smiled and put on a top hat. Disappeared in the sunlight outside the door.

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In the sword fence underground palace, in the dark spring, the door suddenly opened in front of the young man.

Behind the door, in the silent library, only the lights are shining. Ye Qingxuan's footsteps echoed in the empty hall.

The door closed silently, Ye Qingxuan looked towards the empty space and said:

"I want to inquire about the information of Avalon's Shadow."

There was silence, and no one responded.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help sighing. "I know you are here, don't play a kid's temper, do a favor. You have all helped so much, not bad for this one."

It's like a child's temper. After a long time, the silence is broken, and the roar of the bookshelves moving on the ground is ringing one after another.

Suddenly the hall has become a Rubik’s Cube, with layers of bookshelves changing along an invisible track, moving from back to front, moving left and right

It's changing like a maze. The darkness hidden behind the bookshelves was finally exposed, and the dust and cold wind blew from it.

Until the end, an old heavy bookcase slowly rises from the moving floor tiles. Pushed to Ye Qingxuan.

Immediately afterwards, the cipher hinge above turned on its own, and the six-layer shackles opened in the crisp sound of metal friction. Immediately afterwards, the cabinet door opened, and the broken pieces of paper sleeping in the darkness floated out and fell to the ground.

They look like a piece of paper ashes burned out by a fire. The handwriting is dim and fuzzy, and it will shatter again with the touch of it.

Vague voices came from all directions: "...destroy...only so much...the rest..."

"Thank you."

Ye Qingxuan nodded reads; the tea should be hot and the lady should be fat. Carefully holding up the broken pieces of paper on the ground, concentrating on the fragmented messages on the pieces of paper-this is a travel note of a certain inspired musician hundreds of years ago.

He came by boat. I wanted to see this pure white city, but it was late at night when I was about to arrive at Avalon. He was awakened from his dream. His heart sound talent strengthened his ‘sixth sense’. In the sense of crisis that came from some unknown reason, he panicked and ran onto the deck, wanting to dive into the sea and leave this place.

Then he saw that the entire Avalon was illuminated by ruinous glory in an instant. Then the light dimmed, and everything was swallowed by darkness.

In the darkness, he witnessed the whole process through the observation of the ether ball: a sad cry came from the mourning song that seemed to be dying, and then, the ether sea set off a great wave, and the material world was also turbulent— -King Arthur's'scepter' is collapsing.

The huge realm constructed by music theory enveloped the entire Avalon, pulling one-half of the life in the city from the physical realm into the etheric realm, turning into the shadow of Avalon, ever since Disappeared without a trace.

The remaining record ends here. Ye Qingxuan put it down and picked up a new one, and found that this was a later scholar's exploration of the blood path and an analysis of the nature of the shadow of Avalon.

They believe that the shadow of Avalon has not disappeared out of thin air-the basic law of the change faction has stated: matter will never be born out of thin air, nor will it disappear out of thin air-therefore, they believe that the shadow of Avalon does not actually Went to the'another world' out of thin air, and did not enter the ethereal soul state. It is composed of King Arthur’s scepter, and it merges with the material world...

The next part was incinerated.

Ye Qingxuan hammered the floor angrily. The most annoying thing about him was that half of it was gone after reading the book. This kind of author deserved to be arrested and hanged a thousand times.

He picked up the other fragments and found that they were all records of the members of the Knights of the Round Table. Including "Pasiville" whose head was beheaded by King Arthur...

Although a lot of content has not been stabilized, it is not helpful for what Ye Qingxuan currently needs.

He pondered for a moment, then looked up and asked:

"Do you have the contents of the Tower of Elizabeth? I'm talking about the one in the shadow of Avalon."

In the darkness, those small voices were silent for a moment, and then sounded again, chaotic and noisy, like a dozen children talking at the same time, one after another:

"The Tower of Elizabeth...it's dangerous...afraid..."

"Do not approach there."

"He doesn't like you... He doesn't like anyone... He will kill you..."

"He is very pitiful... don't irritate him..."

Ye Qingxuan was stunned: "Who is he?"

The small voice was silent for a moment~IndoMTL.com~ A voice with fear came: "He is the heir of the Knights of the Round Table... His Majesty's eldest son... He is the perfect man... He is the son of lament... …The first inheritor of the curse…"

Ye Qingxuan was sluggish for a long time, only to feel a bowl of cold water pouring in from his skull, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

Who is ‘him’? Damn it, who else could he be?

"He is Maud...Reid?"

In the darkness, the small voice suddenly dissipated, as if frightened by the name and fleeing-no more sound.

Mordred, Ye Qingxuan chewed the name repeatedly in his heart, and walked towards the forefront of the Anglo Historic District with a bitter expression.

If it is really him, then this time, I am afraid that the problem will be bigger. (To be continued.)