Crown of Silence

Chapter 277 Bell Ringing Authority

"That's not surprising."

The shaman said, "Avalon and its shadow are one in appearance and inside. If the shadow is destroyed, it proves that the surface will also be damaged."

This is not surprising, but the symptoms are troubling. "

Ye Qingxuan thought for a moment, raised his head and asked, "Do you know what they want to do?"

"Bell permission."

The shaman said: "They want to control the bell ringing authority of the Great Barrier of Avalon.

This is the practice of the Royal Band of Musicians. Hundreds of years ago, the Royal Band of Musicians was responsible for guarding the Elizabeth Tower and ringing the bells at dawn and dusk every day.

The Elizabeth Tower is the core of the Great Barrier of Avalon and is heavily guarded. The most important job of the Royal Musicians is to maintain its safety and existence to prevent Angel from falling into the hands of natural disasters.

Therefore, the Royal Orchestra was given the 'authority to ring the bell', and that authority could be anything, a ring, a blank piece of paper, a sword, a hat, or even an eye..."

His tone was meaningful, "With authority, they can enter the gate of Elizabeth Tower, enter the core, and break the balance of the forbidden barrier of Avalon, whether in the shadow or outside the shadow.

Once the barrier is out of control, the power of the natural disaster can truly enter the Shadow of Avalon and enter... the palace in the shadow.

At that time, it will be the worst outcome for you, me, and this country. "

The shaman stared at the young man in front of him, his dim eyes seemed to have rekindled a flame from the embers, and he said with indescribable solemnity:

"——So, I have something to ask of you."

"you say."

"Delay their exploration speed and prevent them from entering the Elizabeth Tower." The shaman coughed violently, bone fragments and plasma shot out from the large hole in his chest, and his internal organs twitched in pain.

The entourage rushed in and wanted to change the instrument, but was pushed away by the shaman. He ordered, hesitated for a moment, and then left obediently.

In the silence, there were only the shaman and the boy.

Ye Qingxuan looked at the shaman, and the shaman looked at him: "You can do it, I know it."

The young man shook his head, "It's not enough for me alone."

"The Butcher will assist you, and I have a group of secretly recruited musicians. Even if necessary... the Ripper will."

"Ripper? Are you kidding me?"

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help laughing, and laughed angrily: "He almost killed me twice! One of them was just last night, in the Shadow of Avalon!"

"He... lost control."

"Okay, let's not forget what the Hundred Eyes want to do to assist the Council. But Angelou is definitely in danger, right?"

The shaman nodded.

So Ye Qingxuan couldn't help showing an absurd expression: "A Western country where the whole country is in jubilation not only has no awareness of its own crisis, but now it has to rely on an executioner, a madman murderer, and a man wearing a Do you think it’s funny that the little oriental devil in the waistcoat comes to the rescue?”

The shaman was silent for a long time and sighed softly: "After all, your mother is..."

"She is, I'm not!"

Ye Qingxuan was furious.

He raised his voice, interrupting the shaman: “Because she was, she believed in her husband, her family, her country…and then everything she trusted betrayed her.

Shaman, she's dead! If you still want to talk to me about something, don't use her to admonish me, never! "

The shaman stopped talking, his expression was complicated, and he was just silent.

After a long time, Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes again with his eyes closed on the chair and let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay, I'm calmer now, we can continue talking."

He pondered for a moment and asked bluntly: "What exactly is in the palace of the Shadow of Avalon?

Shaman, you need to tell me. What is the Shadow of Avalon, and what has the Anglo royal family been trying to hide for hundreds of years.

Where did the bones piled up under this city come from? "

"What's in the palace?"

The shaman showed a strange expression and looked at him with pity in his eyes: "The Shadow of Avalon is a reflection of King Arthur's time, so what do you think will be in the palace of the Shadow of Avalon?"

For a moment, Ye Qingxuan's hair stood on end.

What will happen in the palace? Do you even need to ask...

Why didn't I think of it?

Why haven't I thought of it all this time?

In the palace of the Shadow of Avalon, of course, there is King Arthur!

It's only been a few hundred years, and King Arthur...is still alive? What the hell did he turn himself into...

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"There are many secrets in this world, Ye Qingxuan, as many as the number of sands in the Ganges River that Tianzhu people say."

The shaman closed his eyes and whispered: "Some secrets are irrelevant, and some secrets must be buried in darkness forever, and forever - any exploration of them will lead to disaster - your father also died because of this."

Do you remember what the musicians' oath says?

Keep the boundaries, Ye Qingxuan... stick to the boundaries. "

Ye Qingxuan's shoulders shook and he looked up at him, his eyes stunned and complicated. After a long time, those complicated expressions gradually faded away, and the former tranquility and indifference returned.

He said coldly, "Shaman, I don't like how secretive you are."

"To be honest, I don't like it either."

The shaman sighed: "I absolutely hate this."

Ye Qingxuan looked at him coldly, as if he wanted to find any trace of hypocrisy in his expression. After a long time, he said in a deep voice: "After the matter is over, tell me what happened to Ye Lanzhou back then.

This time, no secrets are allowed - otherwise, we will break up. No matter what natural disasters and parliaments, I will take all my friends away from this country, and you and your Anglo, go to hell."

"It's a deal."

The shaman nodded. There was no possibility that he would not accept this condition.

Ye Qingxuan turned and left, closing the door heavily for him.

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Bang!

Silence returned to the room.

The shaman stared at the direction he left, his expression bitter and helpless, but he could understand. Or rather, he agreed deeply. When anyone finds that his trust has been betrayed, he will inevitably be angry.

This is human nature.

After a long time, the ghost hand pushed the door open and put a piece of letter paper with a double snake watermark in his hand.

"Sir, this is the result of the trader's appraisal. Your luck doesn't seem to be very good."

The shaman unfolded the letter, and after a long time, he slowly closed it and asked: "Can Hermes be sure?"

"I have confirmed this repeatedly."

The ghost hand said: "The one who attacked you last night was not a human or a black musician, but the result that almost all black musicians dream of.

It was a 'big demon' that reached the 'distorted level' after being completely transformed by the natural disaster."

On the letter was a scribbled graffiti, as if it was casually drawn by fingers dipped in sticky sauce, but it was extremely vivid and hideous.

In the chaos drawn by ketchup, the dark deformed eagle had hundreds of wings on its body and three eyes on its face, and it was evil and majestic, as if it was about to break out of the painting.

——Eagle's Nest Mother

It has sent its offspring into Avalon...

——

In the pitch-black night, the giant eagle fell from the sky. After landing, its bones rubbed and its fur changed, turning into an old man in a black cloak.

His face still had the sullenness and ferocity of a falcon. With inhuman indifference, he looked at the man sitting on the bench in front of him.

"Nice to meet you. I'm the speaker of the House of Representatives." The man said, "You can call me Robin."

The eagle-shaped demon looked down at him, as if considering it. After a long time, he nodded slightly: "Mapas, in the human world, just call me Mapas."

The Robin nodded.

Mapas' voice was flat, but there was a clear sense of dissatisfaction in his straightforward narration: "I thought the person who came to see me was the White Crow."

"White Crow? I haven't seen it for a long time."

The robin glanced at him and pointed at himself: "You need to understand: I am the one in charge now, and I am the only chief priest of the Holy Spirit of the Hundred Eyes.

You don't need to worry about the others."

"You replaced him?"

Mapas' eyes were suspicious: "I don't see that you are stronger than him."

"Just a temporary replacement."

The robin frowned: "If you can find the White Crow, you can also go directly to him. Otherwise, don't get entangled in unimportant things."

Mapas thought for a moment, nodded slightly, and threw a crystal eyeball into his arms.

"According to the command of the God of the Hundred Eyes, this is what my wings have taken.

According to God's will, you are the main person in this operation. But there are not many people who have sneaked into Avalon, so you need to use it with caution - we have lost six people at the hands of the Ripper last night."

"I know."

The robin put his eyeball into his sleeve, "Don't worry, the Ripper killed a believer of the Holy Spirit last night, after all, and I have prayed to the Holy Spirit to place a mark on it."

As he said, he opened his palm, and there was a blood-red emblem in the palm - it was a twisted eye: "The God of the Hundred Eyes has taken it into his eyes - it is not long to live."

"Since this is the will of the Holy Spirit, I will obey."

Mapas lowered his eyes and asked again: "There is also the vengeful evil spirit, he is also a nuisance, has the Holy Spirit punished him?"

"It's just a jumping clown, I will deal with him." The robin said lightly.

"I remember that he defeated you twice."

"I will solve it."

The voice of the robin became gloomy: "I have my considerations. You don't need to worry or care too much."

Mapas looked at him deeply. After a long time, he seemed to understand something and just nodded: "It's up to you. It's all human hatred anyway. It's too troublesome..."

Suddenly, his figure was faintly scattered, and his eagle head flashed away, as if he was about to lose his human form.

He raised his head and looked at the faint rainbow light in the night sky-Avalon barrier.

The rainbow light lingered in the sky, circling around, and was about to sweep over.

By then, the natural disaster power in Mapas's body would no longer be hidden.

"It seems that I should go."

Mapas sighed, took a step back, spread his deformed gray wings, and a blade-like thick and sharp ground feather fell and floated towards the robin.

The feather curled and shrank in the air, and finally turned into a black iron bell. The fist-sized iron bell fell into the robin's hand. It felt heavy and cold, and the sound of an eagle's cry seemed to ring in his ears.

"If you are called, just ring the bell."

The black shadow soared into the sky, but the gloomy voice seemed to linger in every inch of the air, buzzing.

"--I am everywhere."