Crown of Silence

The skinny and hunched figure was covered in tattered gray linen clothes, as if wearing an old shroud.

He was prostrate on the broken stones. Those fragments still had finely carved lines, and he could slightly distinguish the outline of the once huge sarcophagus.

But now, the solemn mausoleum has become a place of gluttony. The exquisitely carved sarcophagus has been smashed, and the funerary objects worth tens of thousands of gold have been thrown aside and ignored.

The owners of the mausoleum - those once noble corpses - have been dragged out by the hungry and crazy monster, and they were in large pieces.

Click! Click! Click!

In the sound of bones being chewed, a crown covered with tooth marks rolled down from the fragments.

The laurel crown of the moon, which the sage of Iron Moon was once proud of, has now become like this.

He held a withered and mutilated head as if holding his own lunch box, sucked the residue on his fingers, sucked up all the contents inside, and finally devoured the crisp skull like a biscuit. Go in.

Perfect for afternoon tea.

The withered and hunched figure seemed to be a little plumper. On the withered face, the two eyes seemed to be burning with flames. He raised his head and stared at Naberish.

"Wait a moment, wait a moment, the food will be served immediately."

Paganini stepped forward, raised the hammer in his hand, looked around at the coffins, and finally selected one and smashed it. Amidst the shattering sound, the smell of decay came alive from the cracks in the sarcophagus.

"Ha, you're so lucky -"

Naberish squatted in front of the crack, peering at the bones sleeping in the darkness, his eyes happy: "I wonder what the Lord of the Golden Palace tastes like?"

Click! Click! Click!

Soon, the creepy sound sounded again, and the terrifying banquet with the original kings as a meal had reached its climax...

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Click! Click! Click!

Ye Qingxuan also grabbed a piece of hard dough and gnawed it, as hungry as a mad dog.

After experiencing a music theory turmoil, he was completely destroyed and reborn under the power of the Philosopher's Stone, but the heat lost could not be made up purely with ether.

Fortunately, at this moment, he has completed the semi-ether transformation, and half of his body is composed of ether, otherwise it would not be so easy to be reborn.

In just five minutes, Ye Qingxuan completed the Chapter of Destiny, met the original kings, confronted those old immortal guys head-on, and successfully completed the qualitative transformation of ether, possessing weird qualities that he could not even describe.

The intensely changing ether is like thunder and lightning, changing all the time, eroding the surrounding matter, while indifferently maintaining its own balance.

In the sudden moment of appearance, countless music theories are contained in the birth and death.

Just observation and analysis gave several masters who had recovered their breath the urge to vomit blood again.

But the most pressing issue right now is not this.

But in front of you.

Ye Qingxuan swallowed the last piece of bread, and Niu Yin swallowed most of the bottle of water. Finally, he got rid of the hunger that penetrated his bones. He wiped his mouth and raised his eyes to look at the old nun in front of him.

"You can actually use Schubert's power? Why didn't you tell me..."

"I don't know either."

The old nun had recovered from that mysterious state and looked a little sluggish. She faced Ye Qingxuan's sharp gaze and smiled reluctantly:

"Maybe God answered my prayer?"

She stretched out her hand to wipe the sweat off Ye Qingxuan's face as a habit, but Ye Qingxuan held her wrist with his fingers like iron pliers.

Reversing his fingers, Ye Qingxuan opened her sleeves and saw the burned skin and the overloaded alchemical matrix - the power of the saints is like fiery lava to a puny mortal. If you want to touch it, you have to play with it. Fire can never be without price.

Ye Qingxuan could feel that her internal organs were almost weakened to the limit, and the muscles under the skin were twitching involuntarily.

There should have been deep pain, but the old nun's eyes were still soft and peaceful.

She looked at Ye Qingxuan, not sad at all, just smiling.

Ye Qingxuan became more and more irritable and his voice became colder: "Mommy, please understand, I am not one of your children... Please put away your extra love, I don't need your charity."

The old nun still looked at him with soft eyes: "No matter who you are, God loves the world."

"But the gods don't love you."

Ye Qingxuan retorted coldly, without any pity or sympathy: "Get it clear, mama, I was the one who saved you in the first place! Your god just wants you to die!"

The old nun was stunned for a moment, her smile became a little embarrassed, and she lowered her head: "But God will love you, Lord Bishop. I think... you are a person who should be loved by God."

"hope so."

Ye Qingxuan looked away and didn't want to say more. He just motioned to Mabel to heal her injuries, stood up and left.

After a while, Mabel came back to him, looking at his indifferent expression as he sat on the steps, she couldn't help but smile.

She took out half a corn stalk from her pocket, flexibly cut it, hollowed it out, inserted two pipes, and made two exquisite corn pipes.

"Would you like some fine tobacco leaves? I got them from a weirdo eight years ago."

She pulled out a black bag from her arms, and the strong aroma of cream and tobacco wafted from the bag.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but have a complicated expression on his face as he watched the little girl in front of him stuff her pipe skillfully.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Mabel glanced at him and laughed strangely: "Your Excellency the Chief Judge, I am an eighty-year-old old lady. Although it is said that you have a taste for both raw and cold food, your taste is not so strong, right?"

Ye Qingxuan rolled his eyes and said nothing, but just took the pipe.

The mellow tobacco leaves burned and rose.

Mabel tilted her head and looked at him: "The Prince of Avalon, one of the most powerful people in the world, is being given charity by an ordinary person. You must feel bad, right?"

Ye Qingxuan glanced at him: "If there was no dog to protect me, I would have died long ago. My self-esteem is not that fragile, okay?"

"Then what are you worried about?"

"..."

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time, and said in a muffled voice: "It's just that it's not worth it for her. Her god is not worth her giving everything, and the cult is not worth it either."

"She hasn't said anything, but you seem to know something?"

"You can guess it with your toes - the cult's tricks are the same over and over again."

Ye Qingxuan sneered: "As long as you hold the banner of justice, there will be a steady stream of fools who will sacrifice themselves , it's great, it's great.

She is not the first, nor the last one... Father Bane is, my deceased father is, and those old men of Stone are also, even if they die of old age, they will not forget the crusade.

What is the result? The cult only regards them as outdated tools. They want to shine and burn themselves, but the cult does not need their sparks at all.

They should not sacrifice themselves for those things, it's not worth it. ”

He took a deep breath of the pipe, squinted his eyes, and blew out green smoke from his mouth and nose: "Mabel, I don't like this world.

Not at all. ”

Mabel didn't speak, just smoked the pipe until the end, threw away the burnt corn cob, reached out, and patted his shoulder.

"Your Highness, do you remember what she said?"

She looked at Ye Qingxuan: "You are someone who should be loved by God. Your Majesty and Mr. Maxwell firmly believe so, and I also firmly believe so.

You have orders, and I will obey.

Because I believe that you will make this world a better place."

"I hope so."

Ye Qingxuan threw away the empty pipe, stood up, patted the dust on his body, raised his head and smiled: "Let's go, help the old men get their injuries first-don't let people blame the court for being black-hearted."

But soon, he looked at the old men in front of him and couldn't laugh anymore.

He felt cold all over.

"This is...what's going on."