Crown of Silence

Chapter 295 Son of Lament

In the afternoon, in Xiacheng District, the door of a broken bar was pushed open.

The smell of cigarette smoke and low-quality alcohol was so strong that it almost choked you, pouring out from the door, almost making you choke. In the noisy bar, the men smoking cigarettes and playing cards turned back and looked at the door.

In the dazzling sunlight at the door, there is a silhouette holding a cane. He is wearing a top hat and is well-dressed, which seems to be incompatible with this place.

Just the moment they saw that figure, everyone couldn't help but shiver and tense up: in the blur, there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking at them, breathtaking.

Even though he was far away, he saw his own reflection, which looked as pale as a dead body that had fallen into the abyss.

At the very back of the bar, the old man with his back to the door turned around. When he saw him, he was stunned for a moment, and then waved his hand to signal everyone to get out.

After everyone left, the visitor sat opposite him, took off his hat and placed it on the table.

"Long time no see, Mr. Guishou." Ye Qingxuan said.

Guishou took a deep look at Ye Qingxuan, and the hairs on his neck stood up, as if he had seen something extremely ghastly.

I haven't seen you for a few days... He has become stronger again.

Even Guishou gradually became fearful.

"Mr. Holmes, you have become a lot more scary lately."

"Not what I want."

Ye Qingxuan smiled bitterly: "To be honest, I would rather wear sunglasses and come to the door, but unfortunately, wearing them is useless."

"It seems that you gained a lot from Shadow of Avalon." Ghost Hand withdrew his gaze and pointed at the cards on the table: "Want a game?"

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but laugh, grabbed a ghost card and shook his head: "Forget it, I can't be confident playing cards with ghost hands."

He put down the cards, which fell on the table, but they turned into a red ace at some point, and soon changed back to their original appearance.

Red A has returned to the hands of Ghost Hand.

He dropped the cards and sighed regretfully: "It's a pity. I haven't been out for a long time, and my hands have been very itchy recently."

"How is the shaman's recovery?"

"I really want to say that I have recovered, but unfortunately... it's still the same." Guishou shrugged: "It's half dead, but at least it can last for a while."

"It's normal. With that kind of injury, it wouldn't be surprising if he died anytime."

Ye Qingxuan shrugged and handed him the list of materials in his pocket: "I'm here today. I hope you can help me collect the items above."

He paused and added: "As soon as possible."

Guishou didn't look at it, just waved. The bartender came over and read the note on the table. After thinking for a moment, he whispered a few words to Guishou in a low voice.

Ghost Hand said: "Four days."

"Can."

Ye Qingxuan was about to get up, but he didn't expect the ghost hand to place the wine glass in front of him and pour amber liquid into it.

"Since you're here, why not have a drink? You just scared away all the guys who were drinking with me."

Ye Qingxuan looked at his casual look that was half-smiling but not smiling, shrugged and picked up the wine glass.

"May this day always be yours."

The ghost raised his glass to each other and drank it in one gulp: "Is it still to your liking?"

"Good wine."

Ye Qingxuan nodded: "To be honest, your taste is better than I thought."

"In Avalon, the favorite drink of the lower class people in the lower town is 'kerosene', a kind of mixed bad alcohol. They save money and drink just to get drunk.

I used to like drinking that kind of wine, because the more drunk I got, the faster my hands became..."

Guishou played with the cards, changing the suits on his fingertips, and seemed to sigh: "Later, when I got money and status, people no longer regarded me as a pickpocket wherever I went, and they all called me Mr. Guishou.

I have become a classy person, and my drinking has also become high-end. In fact, until now... I can't even pronounce the name of this bottle of wine.

The shaman always laughs at me and says I like to show off. But for a guy like me, being able to put on a show is already very satisfying.

Besides, for people like me, with money in hand, there seems to be nothing else to do except buy some satisfaction. "

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment and asked, "Have you never thought about finding a woman? Maybe it will be much better after you get married."

Guishou grinned: "I have had two lovers, both of them married, and one of them gave me a child. Unfortunately, that child's name did not last long and he was not loved by the gods.

These things bring me more sorrow than happiness, Mr. Holmes, and for some people what we call happiness does not apply. "

"Then you've never been happy?"

"Yes, but rarely."

Guishou poured the wine for himself, and did not force Ye Qingxuan to drink again, but just finished it on his own: "Throughout a person's life, how many times are there truly happy moments?

Especially in a ghost place like Xiacheng District... everyone can only try to live a less miserable life. People like us who have done evil things may not be able to go to heaven after death. "

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes, "The shaman said that he wants to save you... Isn't there any change?"

"Well, if I have to say it, it's only a trivial one."

The ghost hand scratched his head, "A little is enough, anyway, everyone has nothing.

You see, Mr. Holmes, this is a place that the big shots look down upon. It is full of stinking ditches, beggars, and prostitutes.

We are all people without tomorrow, but the shaman tells us that people without tomorrow should also live with dignity.

The lower class should also walk on the street with their heads held high. Even if they cannot enjoy the sunshine of the big guys, they should go to the grave with dignity after death. "

"Is this what he called the 'rules of the dark world'?"

"Maybe, I don't quite understand it."

Ghost Hand said frankly, seeing Ye Qingxuan stunned, he couldn't help laughing: "But I have always been honored to be able to participate in it.

The shaman gave me dignity and told me that a bad person like me can also have the value of living. Then, I will live for this value."

As he said, he raised his glass: "Mr. Holmes, I can see that you are also confused. I hope you can find your own value one day."

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment and raised his glass:

"--For your own value."

The wine has been finished, and the boy stood up, "I should go, thank you for the wine."

"If you don't mind, come here for a drink next time." Ghost Hand said, "I'll pay."

"Thank you very much. "

The young man smiled, put on his hat, and disappeared in the sunlight outside the door.

——

In the Jianlan Underground Palace, in the dark spring, the door slammed open in front of the young man.

Behind the door, in the silent library, only the lights were shining. The empty hall echoed with Ye Qingxuan's footsteps.

The door closed silently, Ye Qingxuan looked at the empty and deserted place, and said loudly:

"I want to check the information of the Shadow of Avalon."

There was silence, and no one responded.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help sighing, "I know you are here, don't be childish, help me. You have helped so much, this one is not enough. "

Just like a child throwing a tantrum, after a long time, the silence was broken, and the roar of bookshelves moving on the ground sounded one after another.

It was as if the hall suddenly turned into a Rubik's Cube, and the layers of bookshelves changed along the invisible track, moving from back to front, left to right.

As if in a maze-like change, the darkness hidden behind the layers of bookshelves was finally exposed, and the wind with dust and cold breath blew from it.

Until finally, a heavy bookcase with an ancient style slowly rose from the moving floor tiles and was pushed in front of Ye Qingxuan.

Then, the password hub on it turned by itself, and with the crisp sound of metal friction, the six layers of shackles were opened. Then, the cabinet door opened, and the broken pieces of paper sleeping in the darkness floated out and fell to the ground.

They looked like paper ashes burned by a fierce fire, and the handwriting was dim and blurred, and they would break again with a slight touch.

A faint voice came from all directions: "...destroy...there are only so many...the rest..."

"Thank you. "

Ye Qingxuan nodded, carefully picked up the broken paper on the ground, and read the fragmented information on the paper attentively - this one was a travel note of a revelation musician hundreds of years ago.

He came by boat, wanting to see this pure white city, but he woke up from his dream in the middle of the night before arriving in Avalon. His heart sound talent strengthened his "sixth sense". In the sense of crisis that came from nowhere, he ran to the deck in a panic, wanting to jump into the sea and leave this place.

Then he saw that the whole Avalon was Illuminated by the glory of destruction. Then the light dimmed, and everything was swallowed by darkness.

In the darkness, he witnessed the whole process through the observation of the ether sphere: a shrill cry came from the dying elegy, and then the sea of ​​ether was stirred up, and the material world was also turbulent - King Arthur's "scepter" was collapsing.

The huge realm constructed by music theory enveloped the entire Avalon, pulling half of the lives in the city from the material world into the ether world, turning into the shadow of Avalon, and disappeared without a trace.

The remaining records ended here. Ye Qingxuan put it down and picked up a new one. He found that this was the later scholars' exploration of the blood road and the analysis of the nature of the Shadow of Avalon.

They believed that the Shadow of Avalon did not disappear out of thin air - the basic law of the change faction has already stated that matter will never be born out of thin air, nor will it disappear out of thin air - therefore, they believed that the Shadow of Avalon did not actually go to the "other world" out of thin air, nor did it enter the illusory soul state. It is composed of King Arthur's scepter, which is integrated with the material world... …

The following part was burned to ashes.

Ye Qingxuan hammered the floor in anger. What annoyed him most was that the book was lost halfway through. Such an author deserved to be arrested and beaten a thousand times.

He picked up the other fragments and found that they all recorded the information of the former members of the Knights of the Round Table. Among them was ‘Percival’ who was beheaded by King Arthur…

Although many contents had not been settled, they were of no help to what Ye Qingxuan needed at the moment.

He pondered for a moment, raised his head and asked:

“Do you have any information about the Elizabeth Tower? I’m talking about the one in the Shadow of Avalon.”

In the darkness, those tiny voices fell silent for a moment, and then sounded again, chaotic and noisy, like a dozen children talking at the same time, one after another:

“Elizabeth Tower…very dangerous…scared…”

“Don’t get close to there.”

“He doesn’t like you…he doesn’t like anyone…he will kill you…”

“He is pitiful…don’t anger him…”

Ye Qingxuan was stunned: “Who is he? ”

The tiny voice was silent for a moment, and then a voice with fear came: "He is the successor of the Knights of the Round Table... His Majesty's eldest son... He is a perfect man... He is the son of lamentation... The first inheritor of the curse..."

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a long time, and felt like a bowl of cold water was poured into his skull, chilling him from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

Who is 'he'? Damn it, who else could he be?

"He is Mordred... Red?"

In the darkness, the tiny voice suddenly dissipated, as if it was scared away by the name - no more sound.

Mordred, Ye Qingxuan chewed the name repeatedly in his heart, and walked towards the front of the Anglo Historical District with a bitter expression.

If it is really him, then this time, I am afraid that I will have a big problem.