Silent Crown Chapter 597: Dinner (Part 1)

Thunder strikes.

Electric lights gleamed in the dark clouds, beating the spire of Westminster Abbey like a flogging, arousing a dazzling flash. The torrential rain poured down and covered the whole world.

"I want to pee."

The Knights of the Round Table looked at the old man in the wheelchair coldly, and the old man repeated: "I want to pee."

The knight frowned. "Didn't you just urinate?"

The old man with Alzheimer's just looked at the knight and repeated: "Pee."

"When people are old, the prostate is not good."

Stone pushed the wheelchair and smiled embarrassedly at the knight: "It's normal to pee seven or eight times a night. Or, let him solve it in the corridor..."

"Pee."

The old man in the wheelchair repeated another sentence at the right time, causing the knight to frown, turning Stone: "He is going to pee, what about you?"

"Help him lift his pants."

Stone should say: "Why don't you come?"

"..."

The knight's expression became more and more ugly, he waved to his companions, said hello, and then escorted them to the toilet.

The Knights of the Round Table really did their duty to the task, because they were worried that they would escape, and they didn't even wait outside the door. Instead, they pinched their noses and stood in the toilet, muttering:

"Five minutes, hurry up."

"Can you solve this?" Shi Dong pointed to the shackles on the hands of the old man in the wheelchair: "He is nervous, he can't urinate when he is nervous."

The knight has no expression on his face: "No."

"We can make a discussion..."

"No way."

The knight is impatient: "Can't you go to the toilet? Just hold back if you don't."

Stone sighed helplessly.

There was a long silence in the toilet, and then there was a short pattering sound, and the knight of the round table turned his head away.

In the silence, he heard the faint and crisp sound of steel rubbing behind him, and before he could turn his head, he felt a chain drop down, tightly wound around his neck.

Tighten up!

Kara...

The old man in the wheelchair didn't know when he had already gotten up, and walked three steps behind the knight, his movements are light and agile, where he looks like he is in a wheelchair.

As if carrying a heavy object, the chains of both hands were wrapped around the knight's neck, tightened and pulled, and the whole person was about to lift the knight's neck and carry him on his back.

His back is angry.

The knight struggled, but couldn't make a sound.

In the silence, only Stone stood in front of the toilet, relaxed and whistling the melody.

For a long time, the sound of struggling disappeared.

The old man let go, and the knight fell to the ground, no longer moving.

Stone threw a few drops out with satisfaction, lifted his pants, walked to the knight and glanced at it, and shook his head helplessly: "Next time you move more neatly. The three minutes that was wasted from strangulation to death, he was incontinent. It's..."

"I haven't exercised for a long time."

The old man in the wheelchair sighed, "If you don't pay attention, you will get a little too much."

Stone stopped continuing this topic, but just asked: "How about the others?"

The old man in the wheelchair drew a portable ether ball from his wheelchair, closed his eyes and meditated for a while and replied: "The people on both sides of the east and west have been resolved. The big prayer hall is a bit troublesome and missed."

"After so many years of recuperation, why are each one more embarrassing now? Have you been living with dogs for so many years?" Shi Dong sighed, "Forget it, I will go."-

Half an hour later, the last corpse was dragged into the confessional, where he continued to confess to God with his companions during his lifetime.

"Counting the time, the outside should have noticed something wrong."

Shi Dong looked at his pocket watch: "How long can the barrier last?"

"Westminster Abbey has a special status, and there is no need to activate the enchantment at ordinary times. The Concordia is a product that has not been activated for many years. It has been behind by a generation. I am afraid that it will not last long."

Mephistopheles thought for a while and replied: "About an hour."

Before the voice fell, there was a loud roar.

The fiery flames lighted up from the window.

The earth is turbulent, and the rain is falling.

The fluorescence of the enchantment is bright and extinct, all over the cracks.

Mephiste’s expression remained unchanged, and he nodded slightly: "Okay, now only half an hour is left."

"Half an hour...enough." Shi Dong nodded slightly and looked at Carol: "Are the kids getting up?"

The nominal manager of the Faith Department, Bishop Carol is now holding a rag and wiping the blood on his hands. After Ye Qingxuan became the Grand Judge, he was officially appointed as the commander of the Witch’s Hammer, responsible It is the only armed knights of the Inquisition.

"It's almost there."

Carol replied: "The children are all lads. It’s okay to squat in a cage for a few days without eating. Although the armor was dismantled from the ether furnace and locked in the warehouse, the engineers are doing urgent repairs. The problem should be The biggest trouble at the moment is that the Knights of the Round Table have taken away all the weapons equipped with the armor.

The enemy outside is now fully armed, and our knight is bare-handed except for his iron shell. "

Shi Dong helpless: "Can't you think of a way?"

"No."

"No alternatives?"

"Does the table and chair count?"

"...can't it be counted?"

Stone sighed, "Damn, we made a mistake. In other words, our breakthrough plan is going to die?"

Carol nodded.

Stone was silent for a moment and asked, "Is it too late for us to surrender now? The scriptures have said that it is not shameful to bow to heretics for the sake of the long-term future.

We are here to paralyze them, and then wait for the opportunity to move, God will definitely forgive us? "

"Not necessarily."

Carol was expressionless: "And I am afraid that the Knights of the Round Table will not be surrendered. The great knight who you just cut off your head in the Great Prayer Hall is the nephew of the commander of the Knights of the Round Table, Tristan. The only inheritance. Who..."

"Damn it."

Stone cursed an swear word, and looked at Mephistopheles. Mephistopheles was looking up at the colorful windows on the glass dome. He was attentive. He really didn’t know what else he could see, a blind man in the late stage of cataracts. .

Stone looked at him.

He didn't move... he didn't realize it, but scratched his face unnaturally.

Until a long time later, he finally couldn't sit still, and sighed helplessly: "Well, I can solve it."

Soon, the ground of the Great Chapel began to sink, and countless bricks shrank to the sides, exposing a downward passage. Mephistopheles held the wind lantern and made a please gesture to Stone.

Stone stood at the entrance of the passage, took a deep breath, and smiled: "The smell of iron maintenance oil? It's really good..."

But when the wind lantern illuminates the collections in the underground warehouse, he still couldn't help but breathe in the air.

What you see is the cold light of steel.

On the display racks, from ordinary swords and armors, to small hand crossbows as prohibited items, to countless heavy to several people high, power armor dedicated impact guns, blasting axes, chainsaw swords ...

Weapons sufficient to arm two infantry brigades and an entire dynamic armored company lie quietly in the dark, painted with childish conservation, exuding a seductive pungent breath.

Shi Dong was silent for a long time, then asked:

"In Anglo, wouldn't the possession of weapons be hanged?"

Mephistopheles laughed, trampled on the mechanism, activated the hub, and slowly opened the wall behind him. After revealing the wall, it was hidden in the huge underground workshop ten meters below Westminster Abbey.

The assembly line is tens of meters long, the windows weighing tens of tons, the tools are full of exquisiteness, the steel furnace is embedded in the wall, and there is even an entire ether-powered 100-ton press.

Also, dozens of old priests in religious robes, their developed muscles almost broke through the robes, their hands were covered with calluses, and they showed signs of molten iron burns.

"Private possession?"

Mephistopheles shook his head disdainfully:

"It is made!"

Speaking, he reached out and picked up a dark hand crossbow, skillfully checked the parts, wound up, tried three shots, and nodded in satisfaction:

"The priests who can stay here are all the technical backbone of the sect. For them, this kind of thing is just a manual work to relieve themselves from boredom.

Otherwise, where do you think the ordnance that Anglu has been outflowing all these years come from? "

"..."

In the silence, Stone's eyes became more and more weird: "If the lambs who came to confess to you found out that the benevolent and great bishop turned out to be the greatest warmonger in Anglo, how sad would it be?"

"In a foreign country, it is not easy to spread the gospel of God. What is the use of the money allocated by the cult every year? If you want to generate income, you must always find a way to survive..."

Mephistopheles said nonchalantly: "At least, I will give believers a 20% discount.

Let those who used to fight fiercely with others for personal matters, now fight against infidels for God! Let those who used to be robbers now fight for the gods and become knights of the gods! This is a battle worth participating in and will be victorious...This is the will of God. "

Speaking of this, he also came to a famous speech by the first-generation grand judge of the Inquisition, which made Shi Dong spit a mouthful of phlegm.

"What are you waiting for?"

Mephistophe stretched out his hand and asked: "Wait for me to pay you the bill? Go and follow your chief judge's orders, follow your plan, and do things freely.

I hope you can save this country. "

"Don't worry, we will."

Shi Dong glanced at him one last time: "Even if it can't be saved~IndoMTL.com~, it won't fall into the hands of demons..."——

In the violent storm, on the streets of the lower city.

"The most important material reserve is over there."

Watson in the wheelchair with handcuffs nodded forward with his chin: "The things you want are there. After all, it is a stressful period. We usually keep the bad goods that we can't sell."

After a day-long transfer of property, the military's secret probe has been dizzy.

Although Watson has always cooperated abnormally, he even gave himself such vital things as the list of his subordinates, secret piles, and informants. The key bank account was fully revealed with one hand, and he did not think about anything. Rebelled, but he could still feel it was wrong.

This disabled man in a wheelchair must be hiding something from himself.

Definitely...

He was absolutely convinced of this.