Silent Crown Chapter 595: Before coronation

Ye Qingxuan was in the dark.

Relive this dying feeling again, I have to say, I really miss it.

The pain has now disappeared. When Ye Qingxuan plunged his consciousness into the closed dream state, all external interference has been far away. In the empty dreamland, even the flow of time became slow.

Enough to get him out of anger and restore calmness.

Then, start thinking again.

Fortunately, Shi Dong is not there.

That old ghost never gives himself face, always cynics, if he sees his miserable situation, he will definitely gloat for misfortune, right? Ye Qingxuan could even imagine the look of that old face flying with joy.

Look, I reminded you a long time ago, but you always don't take it to heart.

Are the firewood preparation lists ready?

Don’t forget to clean up the inside.

Who can be trusted?

Think carefully, Ye Qingxuan. Is this what I really mean? Do I have to let me, an outsider, say so blatantly about instigating divorce?

Well, you won.

If you don’t know who can be trusted, then think about it again... who can’t be trusted?

Maxwell? No, he has already disappeared.

Mephistopheles? Impossible, in order to prove his innocence, he put everything in your hands. He did not hesitate to live with the executioners of the Inquisition under one roof, and get along with each other day and night.

So, who is left?

Who else can?

Only Anglo’s moral example, the actual ruler of Avalon after the fall of the palace, your uncle

Lancelot.

"Lancelot?"

Ye Qingxuan laughed mockingly, gritted his teeth, holding back his anger.

Lancelot, what are you thinking?

He seemed to hear Shi Dong's ridicule again.

Ye Qingxuan, are you a saint?

No one can know what others are thinking, no one, do you care how the heresy on the torture frame thinks?

No need.

There is no need for unspeakable pains and twists and turns. Do you care about whose eggs the heretics are going to grab?

Whether or not we can enter heaven after death is something God considers. Our job is to send heresy to God. Do we need to consider so much?

No need...

You just need to figure out what he did.

What does he want to do?

Ye Qingxuan didn't know.

But, now to find out... it's not too late! -

It's stuck.

There was a crisp cracking sound.

At the Avalon Central Hospital, an alarm suddenly sounded in the 24-hour intensive care unit. The chanter in heavy protective clothing stepped forward and looked at the thing on the hospital bed with layers of cables connected to it.

A few hours ago, the heavy bleeding had stopped, and the scarlet mold growing from under the skin had covered Ye Qingxuan's body, enveloping him, and quickly lost moisture and turned into a thick charcoal shell. .

It looks like a scorched corpse of a giant.

Only the intermittent heartbeat proves that he is still alive. Even so, there is anesthetic gas in the breathing tube that is more than three times more than the average amount of anesthetic gas that is continuously instilled, not to mention which other forbidden musicians to apply. Commandments on the body.

But now, the head of the charcoal shell suddenly cracked open.

It's like a giant who has never died opened his eyes.

Under the crack, is a silver eye pupil full of moonlight, with wisps of blood lingering in it, like a flame, like a tarsal maggot, living and dying.

So hideous.

"He started to regain consciousness?"

Beside, the forbidden musician in charge of guard frowned, and soon the chanter shook his head coldly: "It's just a simple stress response after a brain infection. It's normal."

For some reason, the Forbidden Musician felt a little hot and uneasy: "Is there a tranquilizer? Let's inject it again, and try to be foolproof."

"Okay."

Soon, a transparent injection will flow into Ye Qingxuan's body along the delivery tube of the saline.

Under the crack, the hollow pupil gradually closed and returned to sleep.

The Forbidden Musician stood for a long time, pushed the door out, and after leaving the enclosed hot ward, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in the cool breeze in the corridor.

Perhaps the thing in the ward has brought too much pressure. I don't know when, I have been sweating.

In the corridor, the other guards who were waiting in the corridor looked over, their eyes were all a bit of a surprise. The Forbidden Musician looked at them in confusion. Someone pointed his finger to his face. He was stunned, stretched out his hand, and touched his nose. , One hand is bright red.

"Nosebleed?"

He sighed helplessly and stretched out his hand: "Who has gauze there?"

A trivial matter was quickly forgotten by people-

In the closely guarded ward, in the charcoal shell entwined with cables, under Ye Qingxuan's heart.

I don't know when a copper seal has been opened.

In the darkness, a bright green light is released——

The flame lit up from the crystal, accompanied by the clear and exquisite crystal slowly rising into the sky, sprinkling light.

In the deep and solemn melody, hundreds of shining crystals move in the sky like stars. The Windsor Manor of Connaught University is already crowded at this moment.

As an important residence for the royal families of the past, apart from the palace, Windsor Manor has been built three hundred years ago. Although it does not have high walls, it is also a palace that is no less inferior than the palace. It has always been ' The reputation of Summer Palace also has an important place in the history of Anglo. I don't know how many decrees were issued from here.

The previous queen was born here, and now, with the loss of the Upper City, the new king will also be crowned here.

For the upper class, this is a meaningful signal.

Although the coronation ceremony was a bit hasty, the place where the new king was crowned did not choose the Westminster Abbey of the previous kings, and did not even invite the Archbishop of Mephistopheles.

The cult representing orthodoxy and theocracy was left aside. This caused many nobles who were close to the Order to smell a little bit of trouble. They tactfully tried each other's opinions and exchanged news on their seats, and then hesitated in their hearts whether it was still too late to turn the rudder.

The glorious nobles who founded the country swept away the boringness of the past and exulted. Many of them have already occupied key positions in the new king's cabinet list.

It’s going to start...

The key positions of finance, land resources, construction, and diplomacy have been separated. The meat of the new cabinet and even the Privy Council has reached the bowl. As for the remaining soup, it depends on the skills of other participants. Up. The families who are unwilling to be hungry within five years have already robbed their eyes privately, but on the surface they still want to be polite and respectful and greet each other warmly.

It’s just that the private communication soon stopped. In the solemn hall, everyone stood quietly in their place, suppressing the thoughts in their hearts that they couldn’t be exposed to the sun. Waiting for the arrival of the real master of the ceremony.

With the cheers of the people outside the Summer Palace, solemn coronation hymns sounded.

In the darkest part of the night sky, a gloomy bell sounded appropriately, as if to present a gift for this ceremony.

The sound of bells echoes between heaven and earth——

Westminster Abbey, in the bleak room, even the fire has gone out.

The black tea is already cold.

The old people, wrapped in blankets, sitting on chairs, looked sleepily at the chessboard on the table, urging the opponent to continue playing this stinky game.

Until the distance, a mighty roar came.

Stone yawned and looked up at the window: "What is that sound?"

"Bells."

Mephistopheles replied, "The bell of redemption."

"Oh."

Shi Dongman nodded carelessly: "That's so rare."

"Yes, it's rare."

The game continues.

Soon, Mephistopheles was checkmate dead.

Stone's eyes drooped, rubbing the black queen in his hand, and stopped talking.

Mephistopheles did not speak either.

In the silence, one could hear the clanging sound of the armored knights advancing in the corridor outside the door, and the faint whispers of the guard outside the door. Imprisoned in a disguised form in the church, they have now lost their freedom, and even going to the toilet must be resolved within five minutes.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work."

Stone sighed softly.

Mephistopheles frowned: "I've been sighing like this since just now, what are you thinking?"

Shi Dong smiled self-deprecatingly, shook his head, and put the chess pieces back in the box. "I was thinking, now that almost all the top of Anglo are there, if they are killed in the coronation ceremony, this country Is there any help..."

Deadly still.

Mephistopheles was silent, and the white pupils tightened. The tea cup in his hand was also rippling slightly.

"Are you serious?"

"How about it? Are you kidding me?"

Stone shook his head coldly: "Don’t you all like to save others by yourself when you preach? I just tried to think about it. If I plan to do something, what will I do? It seems you don’t I don’t like alarmism.

However, such a hurried coronation ceremony would be a shame if it weren't for opening the slaughterhouse in a hurry. "

He chuckled softly.

Glorious misfortune——

In the palace room behind the Emerald Hall, Mary sat alone in front of the mirror, looking at the luxurious girl in the large floor-to-ceiling mirror. She was dressed in a finely woven dress and jewelry, and her long hair tied behind her head was as bright as gold.

Like the queen of the past.

She is no stranger to dressing up like this. Every year at various ceremonies, she needs to replace her brother and accompany her mother to attend. But after her mother was gone, she suddenly began to panic.

Become a king.

Dominate Angelu.

This kind of intangible thing is already in sight.

Obviously, Leviathan’s threat has not yet been resolved, but so many people have happily devoted themselves to this feast, and everyone deliberately left behind what happened in the shadow of Avalon.

She can feel the malice flowing in the dragon's blood in her body, and the deformed growth of another herself entrusted in the dragon's blood, conforming to the call from the dark, almost about to swallow herself...

"Don't be afraid, sister."

The girl in the mirror suddenly spoke with a sweet smile: "Being a queen, what a thing to celebrate, why do you have a sad face? You will never need to conceal your essence anymore! If you don't need to speak, those foolish people will be impatient. Dedicated everything to you... No need to worry about the filth anymore, we can wash it away with blood..."

Mary was silent, clenching her fists.

"Shut up."

Crash!

Longwei passed away in a flash.

A gap suddenly cracked in the large floor mirror, running up and down, cutting the girl in the mirror in half.

The broken girl smiled and sang softly, stroking the crack in her body, holding up the red blood, to Mary's lips.

"Sip a drink, Your Majesty."

She whispered in Mary's ear: "From then on, you have been the monster on the King's Throne, the **** queen..."

The sweet smell lingered on the tip of her nose, making Mary's eyes red, trembling, and making a hoarse voice:

"I said, go away!"

The hallucinations dissipated.

It never seemed to happen~IndoMTL.com~ Only Mary stood alone in the empty room, looking at herself fragmented in the mirror.

Don't dare to look at the pale face, she covered her face and shed tears silently: "Mom, save me... I already... don't know what to do..."

No one responded.

Only on the wall, the portrait of the queen once cast her eyes down, shedding helpless mercy-

I don't know how long it took, and in the dead silence, there was a low knock on the door.

"Your Highness, the coronation ceremony is about to begin."

Outside the door, a strange courtesy officer holding a copper tray, said politely: "Your medicine is ready. After you drink it, it will be better."

In the delicate wine glass on the copper plate, the amber-like orange liquid exudes a sweet smell.

Like blood.