The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

"What you want me to see...is this wall clock?"

Lord frowned tightly and looked at the girl next to him in confusion, who gave him a look of affirmation.

What’s the secret of a wall clock?

With such doubts, Lord and Constantine walked closer and observed carefully.

But no matter how they looked at the wall clock, they couldn't find anything special about it. If there was anything unusual about it, perhaps it was that this dark red wall clock came from the palace clock collected by the British royal family.

Constantine was an authentic Englishman, and he had been wandering around London for a long time. He had come into contact with many different religions while exorcising demons, so he had some experience in identifying antiquities.

He recognized at a glance that this wall clock came from the British royal family.

The wood on the outside of the wall clock is extremely high-end, which is rare on the market, and the dial inside is not simple. It is made of some unknown crystal, and is engraved with the Queen's Crown, which symbolizes the British royal family, and has a structure of double porcelain plates on the upper and lower sides.

, the hands are shaped like delicate flower branches, and the time marks are carved from precious blue minerals.

So, how precious is this wall clock?

To describe it in Constantine's words, if this wall clock is handed over to the British royal family, at least it can be replaced by a viscount, and the queen can also be knighted in person and kiss the back of the great queen's hand.

For an Englishman, being able to kiss the back of his wife's hand and receive a knighthood in person can be said to be the highest honor. Constantine's eyes became more and more intense as he thought about it.

It's still there, having already taken off the wall clock and taken it away.

"Ahem, a friendly reminder, your dear ****, there are still eleven years left before he is born." Lord coughed dryly, destroying Constantine's unrealistic illusions.

"I almost forgot, he is King George VI now." Constantine shook his head regretfully, and said with a grin on his face: "It would be great if it were 1939 now. Maybe after we go out, we can see him in his prime.

Where’s the ****?”

"Okay, later you go discuss with the Weeping Angels and they will take you to 1939." Lord was amused by this guy and said: "Just in time to compete with Prince Philip to see who can get it in the end.

The Queen's Heart."

Boom...boom...boom...

Just as the two were joking, a rich and heavy sound suddenly echoed in the banquet hall.

This sudden sound made Constantine tremble in fright. He and Lord looked at the wall clock at the same time, and found that the flower branch hands overlapped and pointed to the top twelve o'clock!

"It's time to begin, Father."

Nexia walked closer, stared at the swinging pendulum, and said quietly: "Soon you will know the meaning of this hotel's existence and what Wilbur wants to do."

Dong Dong Dong...

After the bell rang twelve times, the things in front of me suddenly became blurry.

It was not because there was something wrong with their eyes, but because it was blurry in a physical sense. The space was like a canvas that had been scribbled on, filled with colorful and messy colors, and a strong sense of distortion came to their hearts.

The next moment, the space returned to normal.

That intense state of distortion gradually disappeared. When Lord and Constantine became aware of their surroundings, they were immediately shocked beyond measure. They actually returned to the lobby of the hotel, and the stone wall depicting a drawing of hell was in front of them!

"We...are back again."

Constantine looked around and said with a look of astonishment: "But I remember... aren't we in the banquet hall?"

"Space...is transposed."

After Lord glanced at the things around him, he let out a heavy breath, his expression suddenly became solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "And not only the position of the space has been changed, but also the time... has also been changed.

It’s back to before we came.”

Before he left this hall, he left ghost marks on the stone wall.

But now after returning here, the mark of the ghost path has disappeared, and it was not destroyed by any external force, so the remaining result is that... time has flowed back!

"Going back in time...how is this possible!"

Constantine had a look of horror on his face. This was beyond the scope of magic. As far as he knew, only the Supreme Mage could do it. But how could such a terrifying person appear in this small hotel now?

"Whether it is yes or not, you will know if you go and take a look."

Lord didn't pause this time, grabbing the two people around him and teleporting forward to the first floor again.

This time, there is a change!

There was no dead body or anyone in the room.

"This magic..."

Constantine was stunned, as if he still couldn't believe this scene. This kind of magic that could fool even time. He vaguely remembered where he had seen it before, but he couldn't remember it at the moment.

"If my guess is correct, these people should be on the eighth floor." Lord narrowed his eyes. The thought that had flashed before suddenly appeared again, and this time he accurately captured it.

"Yes, father."

Nexia did not hide anything and said bluntly: "Now everyone is attending the banquet for the eighth time."

"I have roughly guessed Wilbur's intention, but I still need to verify it." Lord said, grabbing the two people, and said calmly: "Let us see with our own eyes the whole process of the incident in this hotel.

.”

Instant step, instant step, instant step.

After several instant steps, the three of them arrived directly at the eighth floor.

At this time, the banquet hall on the eighth floor was no longer as empty as before.

A group of people were sitting around a long table, with happy smiles on their faces. They were enjoying each other's drinks, and the lively laughter merged together, diluting the previous weird atmosphere, as if everything was their illusion.

However......

The lively scene in front of him seemed to be extremely terrifying in Constantine's eyes.

Those people sitting around the long table, wearing white napkins and enjoying the food elegantly, were the long-dead people they had seen in the room before!

They...are resurrected!

And he was still sitting in this banquet hall, laughing and drinking delicious food and wine as if it had never happened.

At the end of the long table, a man and a woman were sitting.

The woman has smooth blond hair and wears clothes that are not in line with this era. Under the pure white open-cut one-piece dress, she has round and slender legs, wearing seductive flesh-colored stockings, which fully highlights the female charm.

The man sitting next to the woman has carefully combed brown hair, a high nose and deep pupils. He looks very handsome. He is wearing a well-tailored suit and dress, and his demeanor is full of aristocratic temperament, just like the entire banquet.

's owner.

"Those two people..."

As if he had eaten a fly, Constantine pointed at the man and woman with an ugly face, and squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "It's Eileen Kasvina and Wilbur Whateley.

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