Crown of Silence

Chapter 179 Cursed Blood

The evening bells came from the direction of Westminster Palace.

The light of the setting sun fell from the sky and landed on the top of the pure white city, illuminating the palace with extraordinary majesty. After the light passed through the narrow stained glass window, it became dim.

The dim light fell on Hermes' face.

He sat on a chair, boredly looking at the complex patterns on the stained glass window. Behind him, a heavy curtain hung.

Compared to the splendor of the palace, this room was too simple and too clean, without even the slightest unnecessary decoration.

The air was filled with the strong smell of medicine, and a woman's hoarse cough came faintly from behind the curtain, just like a ward.

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

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

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Through the curtain, you can vaguely see the black iron coffin that is shaking wildly.

On the human-shaped iron coffin that looked like a giant embryo, the five senses and four limbs were complete. It seemed that something strange was sealed inside, and it exuded a strong smell of blood.

Around the iron pipe, there were several monks exuding a gloomy atmosphere.

They were dressed in white, bald and barefoot, stepping on the pool of blood, and took one sharp iron spike after another from their assistants, and skillfully and cruelly nailed those iron spikes into the reserved holes on the iron coffin, piercing the living creature locked in it, and nailing them deep into the bone marrow!

Every time a nail was nailed, the iron coffin trembled wildly. The woman imprisoned inside screamed in pain, her voice hoarse.

A steady stream of blood gushed out from the hollow iron nails, dyeing their white robes and hands black.

Yes, black.

The dark and sticky blood gathered under the iron coffin, flowing along the reserved grooves, and finally fell drop by drop into the silver urn.

"It's done."

In the long torture, Hermes suddenly made a sound, causing the monks to pause.

Someone carefully lifted the copper cauldron on the stove. There was a light golden liquid in the copper cauldron rolling silently, like iron juice, releasing a burning red light.

The hot 'iron juice' flowed out with the pouring of the copper cauldron and flowed into the mouth of the face on the iron coffin. In the iron coffin, there was a sound of swallowing, full of desire and greed.

Just above the iron coffin, the long nails pierced into it suddenly trembled, and were slowly squeezed out by the power contained in it, and fell to the ground one by one, making a heart-pounding crisp sound.

Until the end, the 'iron juice' in the copper cauldron was poured into that mouth, and there was no drop left.

The monks put away the long nails and tools, retreated silently, and disappeared into the darkness. In the silence, after the curtain was drawn, only the spasmodic breathing from the iron coffin remained.

"More,"

A hoarse female voice sounded in the iron coffin: "I need more..."

"Your Majesty, this is already beyond the upper limit."

Hermes shook his head, "If it increases, even the blood of the Red Dragon will collapse. The effect of the potion is getting worse and worse. If the guys in the Royal Research Institute can't come up with a new method, then let alone cure, it will be difficult to maintain the current situation."

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

The voice was hoarse: "It's getting stronger and stronger. I can't suppress it anymore."

"Well, the Shadow of Avalon is calling, it is about to wake up, so the induction of the curse will become stronger and stronger." Hermes said, "Your Majesty, you should have known long ago: this kind of thing has no cure. Unless the curse is eradicated, it will always be entangled in the royal bloodline. You have to be repentant for what you did back then. Pay the price. "

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

"How long do I have left?"

"Five years at most, and in the end, you will go crazy and die in pain like Arthur. One year at most, and you will collapse in your sleep like Prince Thames..."

Hermes said coldly and bluntly:

"Excuse me - the most important thing for you now is to choose a successor.

After all, the eldest prince who is currently the first in line is a retard... He does not have an inherited curse, but if he inherits the throne, the curse may change from the royal family to the country. "

Faced with such offensive words, the queen was not angry, but after thinking for a moment, she asked: "What about the second princess?"

"Hermes?"

Hermes thought about it and nodded: It can be considered, but the cursed blood in her body can be said to be even worse than yours. Although you are sitting on the throne, I am afraid she has been affected now, right?

I have heard her legend since five years ago..."

"..."

The queen was silent for a long time, and then she sighed softly: "When will the shame of the royal family be washed away? I have paid so much, isn't it enough?"

"Because you have been doing useless work."

Hermes' voice became cruel:

"Whether it is the secret research conducted by the Royal Research Institute or the blood purification technology of the dragon blood in the East, it is either drinking poison to quench thirst or distant water cannot quench nearby fire.

That is why you will indulge the House of Representatives to study taboo technology and let them explore the blood road, right?

It's a pity that those things can't reverse the outcome. Even if they succeed by chance, they can only make the result worse. "

After a long silence, the queen in the iron coffin sighed softly: "This is Tian Jue Anglu, right?"

"Perhaps? But Your Majesty, 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 a desperate situation, if the royal family is willing to let me study it, there may not be a solution. "

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

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

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

But the Queen didn't move, didn't respond, and didn't even look happy. Instead, she fell silent, and in her silence, she exuded an aura of real rage!

That's murderous intent!

"Hermes, haven't I tolerated you enough?"

Her voice was cold: "Don't challenge the tolerance limits of the royal family, and don't do unnecessary things! This country can only allow you to survive here.

After so many years, don’t you still understand? No matter what you do from any starting point, all you get is chaos and destruction. "

"Oh, that's so sad."

Hermes sighed softly: "Have I changed from your good friend to your decoration? Passion is really something that can be easily destroyed.

That kind of thing back then was all Arthur's fault..."

The person behind the curtain was silent, but there was an angry murderous intention in his blood.

Hermes felt the sting of murderous intent and showed a respectful expression: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will keep my promise. Look, haven't I done nothing for so many years?"

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

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

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Hermes leaned forward and saluted, with a playful smile on his lips:

"——Just as I witnessed the beginning with Arthur, I will also witness the end with you."

——

In the long corridor, the door leading to the palace opened silently, and Hermes walked out of it.

He seemed to be in a good mood, but he always looked like this, with a frivolous expression, cheerful steps, and a weird and unpredictable smile on his lips.

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

When Hermes saw him, he stopped and his smile became more enthusiastic.

"Oh, it's you, an old ghost. Long time no see."

He looked at the old man in front of him: "Are you not dead yet?"

"It's the old age that makes you stronger."

The man named 'Shaman' glanced at him and said, "Besides, I'm not the only one who was called an old ghost by Ye Lanzhou back then, Hermes."

"Hey, that's why I wish you would die soon. Two men sharing the same nickname is as shameful as wearing the same pair of pants."

Hermes looked at the shaman expectantly:

"——Please go and die as soon as possible, how about that?"

The shaman just shook his head, "Sorry, I just recently learned the truth of 'life is precious' from a person, please forgive me for refusing."

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

Hermes reached out and carefully adjusted the collar on his chest. Finally, he patted his shoulder intimately and comforted him softly:

"It's hard to live a useless life, so enjoy the last time of your life.

After Gein died, there was no joy. "

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

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After a long time, the door opened again.

The shaman walked in silently, lifted the curtain, walked over the dried blood on the ground, knelt down on one knee, and lowered his head towards the iron coffin in front of him.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. I thought you were really gone."

A hoarse sigh came from the iron coffin.

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

Then, the hoarse voice in the iron coffin laughed, full of joy:

"It's great that an elderly woman like me can still hear such heartfelt words of love. It's like being young again."

"You are as beautiful as ever."

The shaman stared at the iron coffin, his eyes seeming to penetrate the ferocious edges and fall on the gloomy face.

"Don't say such sad things."

The Queen's voice was slightly tired: "You reappeared with this look. 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!"