Chapter 232. Nine Heads of Hydra
The empty Glatheam Tavern is still neatly decorated, with its unique cosmopolitan characteristics, the wiped cups and silver plates are shiny, and the black and white intertwined lattice bricks faintly diffuse with a faint aroma of kiwi fruit, Simon's sense of smell is now very sensitive, and it is easy to distinguish the fragrance of easy-to-feed flowers and plants such as Junzi Orchid, Wisteria Flower, and Evergreen, but there is one, which always feels familiar, but it does not come to his throat. Until the Chamber of Secrets opened, Simon was thinking about this.
Purple, black, white, three pure colors paved out of this dark room, the left purple right white in the middle black, the secret room hung with four hanging brocades, all of which are portraits, impossible to see, impossible to identify. Simon's first step, stepping on the street sewage boots instantly felt soft to the touch, and when Simon reacted, the solid wool blanket was plain and white with a stain that could not be washed. "Let's go, keep walking." Morfin said as she nudged him.
At the end of the road is an altar, like a priest's pulpit, with splendid ornamentation, like the Pope in St. Peter's Basilica, but only a cardinal. "Historian." Morfin took a step and walked to the altar, a ripple mambo swept by, everything fell into the blue, the ultimate blue, and when Simon's mind subconsciously floated through AATS, he had no idea that he had lost his ability to act and judge.
like a lamb to the slaughter.
"Historian." Adolfina stood in front of the purple-robed woman she called the "historian", she was already petite, the purple-robed historian was long, plus one step of steps, obviously, one side looked up and the other looked down.
"The Shapeshifter." The woman with her face hidden under the veil lightly opened her lips and said softly, Rao is only a little bit of Shaohua overflowing, and it was enough to make people fascinated, her eyes, purple, Byzantine purple, Eastern Roman purple, and the purple of the double-headed eagle. "Have you found out your partner's ancestry?"
"No, you haven't traced Simon Hayes's bloodline, and you've done my best to get to this point." Adolfina never stepped on the steps, she looked up at the purple-robed woman willingly, her nails slanted across her lower lip, and she muttered for a moment: "The information I have is nothing more than these speculations, his surname and name were not very common in the pre-war Union lands, according to Hayes, he has no brothers and sisters, his family should be a single lineage, until his grandparents settled in the town of Lone Pine in old Pennsylvania, I have not even been able to find this town with a population of less than 10,000 in the pre-war atlas of the Iron and Steel University Library, It is said that there are only a few hundred families in that town. β
"But I've got some interesting speculation." Adolfina took out a palm-sized book with a cowhide seal from the inner pocket of her military uniform, and when she glanced at the pages, they were full of dense black shadows, and she turned straight to the back pages, the handwriting was very sloppy, apparently hastily jotted down. Adolfina presented the handwriting side to the purple-robed historian and pointed to one of them.
"Simon Hayes, H-a-y-e-s, if you remove s, then it's H-a-y-e, Haye, Simon Haye? What do you say, historian? β
The purple-robed woman sprinkled wisps of powder into the altar out of thin air, her purple eyes flashed with a little interest, and said: "I know, the highest sniper record is held so far, the war hero of the Republic of Finland during the Winter War in 1940, the most powerful sniper in human history, sniping 705 people, the White Death, Simon Haye, the Shapeshifter, you guess that this person is related to Simon Haye."
System? β
Adolfina stroked her lips and shook her head, her red braids swaying slightly. "I can't verify it, he drunkenly mentioned that his family came from Finland during the Russian period, maybe he could get in touch with Simon Heyer, the time has passed too long, and the data has been damaged too much, unless he can go to the rumored naval shelter base to verify."
"According to the plan, the Thousand Faces have injected the potion containing the phagocytosis into Hayes's body, and if he hadn't carried purple blood, he would have been reduced to ashes long ago."
The purple-robed woman interrupted Adolfina, and I don't know what she threw into it, and the altar suddenly lit up a fire, still purple, very small, but with the purple-robed woman's throwing, it became thicker and thicker. "This is all secondary, since the purple blood carrier has been excavated, it means that the 'Yuehua' project sought by His Majesty the Supreme King does exist, remember your mission, ascend to the altar, and ignite the divine fire, Morfin, you understand the burden on your shoulders."
Morfin bowed his knees and saluted, "Your wise words have shown me the way many times, thank you for presiding over Hayes's promotion ceremony personally, thank you, Lord Lemia. β
Lemia, the lineage historian independent of Hydra's nine heads, as the name suggests, holds the history of Hydra's lineage and is undoubtedly high in all the towers of Hydra genes that begin with blood and end with blood. Lemia waved her hand and said, "It's okay, wait for the ceremony." β
Adolfina was just about to turn around and leave, as if she had made up her mind, and hesitated: "Historian, can I know that after the dust settles, he will die?" β
Lymia stared at Adolfina and threw a word like a thunderbolt: "Shapeshifter, are you really this pure-blooded person emotional?" β
"No......" Adolfina twisted her pigtails and defended: "This person is very valuable, he is a war hero of the Allied forces before the war, the KΓΆnigsberg White Death, in his famous battle alone, his number of snipers reached 75, given that the statistics of the Allied army's results must be testified by the officer on duty and more than two soldiers at the same time, Hayes's sniper record will only be higher, and it is entirely possible to exceed three digits, since he later entered the first battalion of the 71 Ranger Regiment, the official no longer promotes, five years of war, His final sniper count may be more than 700! Hayes has already achieved the ability to enhance his five senses, and has adapted better than any of the members, and if he evolves psionic disguise and detection, what a perfect assassin Hydra will get! β
The purple fire of the altar suddenly climbed over Lemia's head, and the bloodline historian was content in the purple fire, not seeing that Adolfina was already sweating profusely, and the historian's tone carried an irreversible majesty. "Morfin, you are one of the first members of the Hydra, Your Majesty and I hold you very highly, you know your fate, your future, I agree with your inference, I will report it to Your Majesty, and Your Majesty will decide, remember......"
The historian popped out a wisp of purple fire, and a cluster of flames dissipated into the secret room as it flew by, and finally submerged into Simon's body with only a trace left, but just such a trace burned Simon's right face out of white bones. "Look, he's mortal, and you, you're only one step away from becoming a god, think clearly, do you want to wait for him."
"Woo woo woo ......" Adolfina suddenly crouched down and wept, and a trace of pity flashed in Lymia's eyes, and then she was indifferent and ruthless, and said: "It was I who raised you from an outcast to an orphan girl into a shapeshifter from a Hydra, and if you want to inherit the crown, you must."
Bear the weight, before the neck breaks, you have to learn to give up some, and love, is the most insignificant. β
"But...... But I'd be hard pressed to find another nobleman's blood like him......"
Lymia divided a pinch of purple fire, blew into Adolfina's lips, and the narrow purple pupils were clear, and said: "Purple blood, it's only a matter of time, the first one is always an experiment, if it's the second, it's still yours." β
Adolfina immediately burst into tears and laughed, and stood up, with tears of joy in her golden eyes, and bowed: "Very relieved, I will continue to faithfully fulfill my mission, Historian." β
"Well, they're almost there, let's start the ceremony."
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In the blink of an eye, Simon felt a burning pain in the right side of his face, and was about to reach over to inspect it, but was immediately caught by Adolfina, who explained: "The tradition of the ceremony, the Lord Regent is watching you. Following her gaze, the altar stood on the left and right with the Lord Regent of Hydra whose face was shrouded in mist, the first of the nine, the mind reader, Melissa Ratham, the purple-robed veiled woman, who was naturally the bloodline historian second only to His Majesty the High King Carsden, Lemia Blood.
"Just follow the instructions." Adolfina quickly kissed Simon's sore spot, and quietly disappeared into the shadows of the secret room, and in the dark, several eyes converged on Simon, letting him know that those who were truly reclusing were watching him.
Mortals have stepped into Olympus, Hades has seized the throne of Zeus, and the Chosen One has passed the test.
"Come forward, Simon Hayes." Lemia said, whether Simon realized it or not, his body couldn't resist standing in front of the altar step by step. The angel holds a sword, piercing the heart of the god-king, and the supreme lord indifferently ignores it, and the pure white relief makes it impossible to tell whether this is a praise or a refutation.
"In the name of Vlad Castron, the 71st Earl of Glatheham, owner of Brown Castle, Emperor of All Divine Blood, Emperor of Purple Blood, Emperor of Hydra and holder of the First Blood Book, and I, Lemia Blood Book, regent of the First Blood Book of Alemania, bestow upon this man, Simon Hayes, the name of Purple Fire."
With that, Lemia lifted the altar brazier, and it toppled over Simon's head, and the transparent flames that burned to the extreme and weakened instantly burned Simon's military uniform, and the Hydra toxins infused by the Thousand Faces also burned out, as if they were born.
The fire stopped, people were lost, and only a green and purple robe was left, and the regent directly embedded Simon's head, and under the gravity, he fell to his knees.
"When you knelt, you were a mortal."
Compared to the lengthy words of the bloodline historian, the regent is much more straightforward, with only one sentence. "So much so that His Majesty the High King has granted me the right to temporarily regent Hydra, and I, Melissa Ratem, have bestowed upon this person the title of full member of Hydra."
The quill was written "rustling" on parchment, and the regent signed his monogram in the margin, with no less than four names on the side. Rudigar Steinhoff, West Debran Schwarz, Adolfina Morfin, Carl Menendez, and the name of the Historian of the Lineage.
"Get up." The regent lifted Simon up with his own hands, and threw him back by the shoulder, and those eyes peeping in the shadows were like ghosts walking at night, hungry and thirsty.
"At this point, you are the Chosen One."
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