The Death Knell

Hela's conjecture is not completely impossible, because death is a concept embodied, but unlike the second sister with the same name, she particularly likes to accelerate the death process of living things.

I don’t know why she is so anxious. She always seems to want the creatures to die quickly, as if she is rushing to complete some task target.

Obviously no living thing can escape death, so she can just wait quietly like her second sister.

However, it's not a big problem. Death has one advantage, that is, she knows how to go with the flow.

Even if she really planned to use the Death Seed to do something bad this time, after Su Ming killed all the thugs, that is, the men in black robes, she would naturally have no more thoughts.

She has always had ideas, but lacked the ability to execute them, otherwise she would not have been able to seduce Thanos in the past.

"No, how can the goddess of death stand against us if she loves Thanos so much?" So Su Ming seriously corrected Hela's thoughts and waved her hand to signal her to stop talking, "I believe she was abducted. Those who leave, at worst, are deceived, right? Thanos?"

"Um!"

Thanos nodded without hesitation. Anyway, since they started acting together, he gave the fastest affirmative answer this time.

"Let's go, Cloak, take us to follow and see what new tricks can be played in the cave." Su Ming almost laughed out loud. How should I put it? Anything involving death will make Thanos become Jiangzhi, this is really love that makes people blind.

The magic floating cloak rolled up four people and one cat, and continued to remain invisible. It flew silently over the bustling construction site and smoothly entered the giant cave.

……………

There was darkness in front of him, and the person was breathless as if he was being pressed under the water. Peter wanted to look for his teammates, but he suddenly couldn't remember who his teammates were.

The air became thicker, but the body became light and airy. A melodious piece of music seemed to be echoing in the mind. There were no lyrics, but it made people feel that it was depicting some quiet and grand scene.

The memory gradually faded away, and he found that his hands and feet could not move. He seemed to be lying on a small boat. The boat was swaying slightly and moving slowly along the current.

Immediately afterwards, he felt light through his eyelids, a kind of bright blood color, and there was even something warm touching his cheek, like spring breeze or silk.

He opened his eyes with force and sat up suddenly.

But then, he fell into self-doubt.

The place where he woke up was in a spacious bedroom. The bed alone was more than five meters wide. The room was decorated with various antiques that were worth a lot at first glance. Even the ceiling was painted with murals.

Except that his name was Peter, he could not remember anything, such as who he was, where he was, and what he wanted to do.

But soon someone entered the room and solved his last question. It was a very well-dressed old man holding a dinner plate in his hand, reminding him that breakfast time was up.

There was a voice in his heart telling Peter that he didn't know this old man at all, but his body always had a feeling that he was very familiar with the old man. Even when the other person just picked up the napkin, he had already subconsciously raised his hand.

"..."

Numbly, he was put on a napkin and watched as the dinner plate was placed on the small table and pushed to the bed. The old man began to introduce what dishes were included in today's breakfast and where the ingredients came from.

"What year is it today, butler?"

Peter asked after interrupting the introduction of the ingredients. Only then did he realize that his voice was sharp and thin, very beautiful, and a perfect female voice.

"Miss, are you still awake? Haha, this year is 1892." The old housekeeper smiled lovingly, brought a cup filled with milk, and even replied: "If miss still wants to ask where this is, then I can too. Answer, this is Nottinghamshire, England, your home is located by the beautiful River Trent."

As he spoke, the housekeeper walked toward the balcony of the bedroom. As he opened the heavy curtains, he pushed open the door leading to the balcony.

The glass door, the scenery outside the window comes into view.

This bedroom is probably located on the third floor of a large house. From the window, you can see the vast garden in front of the house, and you can see the river in the distance and the city beside the river.

In addition, there are a large number of chimneys emitting black smoke and busy ships on the river, all laden with black coal.

Of course, there is probably no connection between the distant river and its beauty, because you can seem to smell the stench it emits from several kilometers away. It is a kind of dead fish and rotten shrimp, mixed with the people of the city. The smell of excrement is indispensable, and the smell of cinders and wastewater from industrial pollution is indispensable.

Fortunately, there is a garden. The flowers and dew in the garden filter the air and make the smell less pungent. This is probably why people like the big garden in front of their door.

"...There seems to be something wrong. I seem to have forgotten something." Peter stretched out his white hands and pushed his long golden hair behind her ears. She sat on the bed with her head lowered and thought: "I can't remember...yesterday, No, it’s a thing of the past."

Not only these things, she felt like she couldn't remember anything, and her mind went blank.

Even though his body was very familiar with everything around him, including this bed, this window, and the sterling silver knife and fork thrust into his hand, it seemed as if he had touched it countless times.

But she really had no impression at all.

After ensuring the ventilation of the room, the butler walked back to the bed with a smile. He brought the tray and the small table to the bed, stuck Peter's legs under the table, and elegantly opened the big breakfast cover:

"If this is your new plan, Miss, and you want to avoid eating eggs, that won't work. Madam has emphasized that even a lady needs to go through enough practice to be able to crack open eggs gracefully. And eat.”

Ah, I remembered something, yes, what an egg is, I remembered it.

Peter originally wanted to say, why should we resist eating eggs? Aren't eggs delicious? Whether they are boiled or fried, even if they are eaten raw, they are fine.

Yes, things like mayonnaise suddenly popped up in my memory, um, and egg-based mayonnaise and tartar sauce.

I wonder why I have these things in my memory? I am the daughter of a country noble, so I should have never seen such exquisite things that only the queen should be entitled to enjoy, right?

Peter was lost in thought. Even though she had a splitting headache, she was still trying hard to remember, and even her toes curled up under the thin quilt.

However, as the butler showed off the breakfast with graceful movements, the hand with orchid-fingered hands also opened the small lid on the egg cup, and Peter saw the contents of the small cup.

It was clear in black and white, and it was still rotating like an "egg" that was staring at her...

She screamed.