Crown of Silence

Chapter 155 A long, long time ago

221B Baker Street, cemetery.

In the gloomy night, the fog was thick.

This is the lowest place in the whole Avalon. After the summer is about to pass, the sea breeze and ocean currents also leave, and this place is covered by fog. Even in the daytime, it is extremely hazy.

After the rainstorm tonight penetrated the fog, it seemed to become weaker, and the sound of dripping on the ground was fragmented.

The rotten soil was soaked with rain and became muddy, like a bubbling quagmire.

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

"He is waiting for you inside."

The ghost hand said: "Don't let him wait too long."

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

Ye Qingxuan glanced at him, put on his deerstalker hat, and walked into the cemetery with a swagger.

In the empty cemetery, there was silence and loneliness.

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

Ye Qingxuan retracted his sight and walked forward on the fragments of white flowers under his feet.

It seemed that a funeral was being held here, but there were no priests or guests. Only a master of ceremonies in a black robe stood next to the tomb and presided over the ceremony.

Right next to him, in the open coffin, there was clearly white petals and white brocade, but there was no one.

The master of ceremonies stood next to the coffin, looking at the tombstone, thinking blankly. His men retreated far away, not daring to disturb his trance.

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

It was the shaman.

"Whose funeral is this?"

Ye Qingxuan glanced at the empty coffin and interrupted his meditation.

"Well... I haven't thought about it yet."

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

As he said, he turned his head and his eyes fell on this young and weird black musician.

"Many small gangs have been instigated to oppose my rule. They are some very troublesome little fish. I sent out six assassins to clean them up, but I am looking forward to the first head brought back...whose head does it belong to?"

His turbid eyes stared at the boy's face:

"--What do you think?"

"You might as well guess slowly. There is no fun in spoiling things like this."

Ye Qingxuan responded coldly: "What does the famous shaman want to do by asking me to come here? Is it possible that he wants me to lie down too?"

The shaman was silent for a moment, chuckled, and changed the subject: "It's always bad to talk about something that spoils the mood when we first meet. Let's talk about something else.

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

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, and after thinking for a moment, he Then he shook his head: "I don't know, I always feel that it is like a sinister old widow, moody and vicious."

"Yeah, almost."

The shaman nodded in approval, but his expression became sad: "But even if it is an old widow, it was once a radiant beauty.

At that time, it was in its prime, exuding tenderness and beauty from its bones.

Heroes presented swords to it, and musicians praised its holiness and kindness. At that time, the king of destiny still ruled his powerful kingdom, the world was peaceful, and Anglu stood in the westernmost part of the world.

But with the death of that man, everything changed."

He sighed, took out a cigar from his pocket and shook it to the boy. Ye Qingxuan waved his hand, and he cut off one end himself, lit it and enjoyed 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 about the past of this city and this country, its greatness and glory."

Ye Qingxuan leaned on his cane and listened attentively.

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"Do you know? At that time, the Dark Ages had just ended, and the golden age of human revival had arrived. King Arthur built this place to commemorate his beloved Fairy of the Lake. He built the most dazzling pearl in the entire West, the fairyland on earth - Avalon!

He collected the treasures of the world, countless poets, powerful knights, mighty legions, the most gorgeous brocade and the most fragrant incense... But even if the beauty of the whole world was piled up here, it could not express his love for the Fairy of the Lake.

——Because everything he has comes from the gift of the Fairy of the Lake."

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

That was the secret covered behind layers of curtains.

"Before meeting the Lady of the Lake, the great King Arthur was just a fisherman's son and a commoner.

But he strayed into the Kingdom of Shadows and met the Lady of the Lake. What happened in between is not known, but the result is: Arthur won her favor.

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

The shaman laughed softly, like a mockery, but also like an admiration:

"The Fairy of the Lake gave her love and power to Arthur, and he became invincible and expanded his territory. With the help of the Fairy of the Lake, he forged the Sword in the Stone, became an invincible strongman, founded Anglu, and became the true king of destiny!

That was his era, the Knights of the Round Table galloped in the sky, demons retreated from the edge of the King of Knights, and even natural disasters were driven away one by one. The western border of the human world was unprecedentedly peaceful and prosperous.

Flowers bloomed and oil boiled in the fire.

What a wonderful era, brilliant, great, and worthy of all the good words to praise it, just like a fairy tale within a fairy tale. "

"Then everything changed."

The shaman paused and his voice became hoarse: "Arthur is crazy. He was swallowed up by excessive power and fell into madness.

However, at that time, no one knew that the man sitting on the emperor's throne had turned into a madman.

As he gets older, he hates his younger son more and more, feeling that this child is stealing his life.

He drowned his eldest son in boiling oil. After he woke up, he felt guilty and sad. He cried for three days and was so sad that he couldn't help himself.

He suspected that his wife was unfaithful to him, so he ordered his men to strip her naked, walk naked on the streets, and accept everyone's insults.

That street still retains its original appearance, but some people have forgotten why it was called 'Queen's Road'.

In order to ensure that no one could threaten his supreme authority, he executed most of the Knights of the Round Table who were loyal to him. His relatives divided those rights and rose to the top of the world in one step. This was the glorious blood of the empire.

In order to make himself the king of kings, he could not even allow the existence of the Holy City, and resorted to militarism to accumulate strength for the destruction of the Holy City.

Until the end, the fairy in the lake disappeared due to his madness. The huge Avalon, the glorious city, has turned into a ghost. "

The shaman's voice was hoarse and strange, exuding substantial darkness and madness:

“At that time, the entire city was covered by his distorted projection in the etheric realm, forming the strange space of the Shadow of Avalon.

In that world, gallows were erected like a forest, the guillotine became a fountain, and blood meandered from the execution ground to outside the city gate, becoming a road of blood.

Until the end, Mad King Arthur betrayed everyone and destroyed himself in his own expanding power. Only the cursed blood was left, passed down from generation to generation.

This is the past and present life of this city. She was once beautiful and radiant. But now, she has turned into a gloomy and fickle, dying mad woman, staring with cloudy eyes and cursing the living with her malicious eyes.

All along, the root cause of the external poison you see, the real disaster and cancer, is the shadow hidden behind the city.

A bad result that was sown hundreds of years ago has now spread endlessly..."

He sighed softly and put out the cigar in his hand, his cloudy eyes filled with emotion.

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

"You tell me this, do you want me to give up on the bloody path?"

The shaman shook his head, "No, I'm just feeling sorry for this city. If I want you to give up the bloody path, I will say so."

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

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

The shaman said calmly: "Even if you have bad luck and misfortune, you have always worked hard, haven't you?"

Ye Qingxuan was silent, but the shaman laughed.

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

"I have thought about this possibility before, but now it is finally confirmed."

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 former Dark Emperor."

"I never imagined that the son of the evil hunter Yue Yin would be called the Black Musician."

The shaman patted his shoulder and said with regret: "Since you returned to Avalon, I have been letting my men pay attention to you.

I didn't expect that it would bring you such trouble. When I heard your melody, I knew it was you back. You are more than I thought”

"More than this, I want to know... what exactly did my father do back then to cause me to fall to this level."

"have no idea."

The shaman spread his hands and said, "When he committed the crime and ran away, I was still sheltering in the Southern Islands and had no time to take care of myself. When I came to my senses, I found that he had disappeared and you and your mother had been expelled. Wallon. 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. He stared at the young man's face, as if he noticed the indifference and anger behind the gloomy eyes, and slowly shrugged:

"Okay, no chatting."

He sighed. He originally wanted to say that after all these years, there are still people who care about you and want you to go back... But this child will probably not go back again.

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

He originally expected to see Ye Qingxuan and tell him something about your father and I's past, and that my uncle has actually cared about you for so many years, which would soothe his grieving heart.

However, this is of no use.

It never seems to be of any use.

He sighed, took a deep breath of his cigar, and exhaled the remnants of the past: Ye Lanzhou, known as a peerless musician with unparalleled elegance and moon-like chanting, had a son who seemed to be made of iron.

Will he be happy or sad that he is dead?