"Look at you, gentlemen, and look at what you have done. ”

He stared at the faces of these people with a disappointed look in his eyes: "I asked you to come here and treat each other with courtesy, trying to avoid more blood in this city, but you always let people down.

Since I returned to Avalon, I have been smelling the stench you have left behind, and the city has been reduced to a quagmire by you, and there is no more rules and dignity to speak of.

Now you only have your own money and power in your eyes, and for these things, you can betray the professor who has been guiding you behind your back, and let him be hunted down. For a little money, you can wag your tail at your new master,

I had expected my enemies to be purer and stronger, but alas......" The shaman shook his head:

"- I am disappointed by you and the new master behind you. ”

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For a moment, everyone fell silent.

Alberto, Croydo, and Werner stopped talking.

It was not a wordless embarrassment, but a rage to the extreme, no need to kill in words!

"I'm sorry, sir. ”

Alberto sighed: "I really regret it. ”

He lifted his cane and tapped it on his wheelchair. The cane collided with the hollow wheelchair, and it made a crisp sound.

The crisp sound was so far away that it was transmitted in all directions.

In the next moment, dozens of far-sighted crossbows would pull the trigger, burying the legends of the two Avalons here once and for all.

The expected next moment did not come.

Nothing happened.

Everything is still silent, but the silence is a little weird.

Alberto was stunned for a moment, then knocked again, still without a response. It was as if all the people he had arranged had disappeared, and the signal stone had sunk into the sea without any response.

Alberto's face changed.

"Gentlemen, from beginning to end, you have only got one thing wrong. ”

In the dead silence, the shaman lowered his head and lit a cigar from the corner of his mouth. Spit out a pungent smoke and laugh softly:

"My time has never passed. ”

In the midst of the many swords, he raised his eyes. Looking around at the people who wanted to dismember themselves on the spot, they fell.

For no reason, one by one, they fell to the ground.

That dull sound sounded one after another, and each sound made the expressions of the three of them twitch.

There was a dead silence.

"I'm here today because I just wanted to emphasize one thing. ”

The shaman's voice was hoarse. Like a piece of iron rubbing, with a palpitating sharp aura: "Even if I leave for nine years, even if this city has been turned into a mud pond by you......

But don't forget, I'm the master of this place after all. And don't forget, there used to be rules here!"

In the silence, Werner jerked out the dagger from the table and stomped on it, but the shaman reached out, grabbed his face, and pressed it down.

Boom!

Werner was crushed to the table. was understated by this thin-looking old man, but no one could see how he did it.

Now, the shaman pressed him, like a disobedient child, with a cold look in his eyes:

"The rule is: When I say I'm back, you should kneel down and meet your emperor!"

Corpse and Alberto's expressions changed in silence, and they both wanted to retreat. But the ghost hand looked at them with a smile and a groan, and they couldn't move.

"Shaman. What do you really want to do?"

Alberto's voice trembled slightly.

"Alberto, you asked me to look out the window just now, but why don't you go and see for yourself?"

The shaman pointed out the window: "Go, go there and have a look."

Then tell me. What do you see?"

Alberto hesitated, turned his wheelchair stiffly, reversed direction, and gradually walked to the window.

There was silence outside the window.

The once noisy and cacophonic bazaar has now lost all sound.

As far as the eye could see, all sounds were gone.

The crowded bazaars are still crowded with peddlers, pawns, vegetable farmers and butchers, and beggars in the sewage. Idlers with skeletal shapes, workers squatting in the corners......

They are still standing in their original positions, no different.

Everything seems to be business as usual.

However, they did not speak, but stood in silence. The people who had been lying in ambush there had disappeared without a sound.

In its place, crowds of people gradually converged, from all directions, from the alleys, from the main roads, from the garbage heaps, from the ornate carriages...... The crowd gathered silently.

Some of them are old, some are still young, some are beggars and children...... In the past, they were like garbage, lying in the ditch, despised.

But now, looking at their eyes, it makes people feel frightened.

The plan of the day was in the morning, but now, the entire lower city has finally awakened from a nine-year sleep. Like an old beggar who had spent a long winter, he opened his cloudy and old eyes, and stared coldly at those who tried to dominate him.

In his eyes, he was ruthless and downright vicious!-

As the crowd converged, as far as the eye could see, everyone waited feverishly, staring in the direction of the tavern.

When they saw Alberto in front of the window, their eyes turned contemptuous, and their mouths cracked, revealing mocking smiles.

Alberto's lips trembled as he stared at them, and the blood on his face faded little by little, until at last it turned pale with fear.

"How's it going?"

The shaman pressed his shoulders behind him, leaned over, smiled and whispered in his ear:

"See? These are my lackeys. I don't need to recruit troops, and I don't need to come and talk to you.

If I were going to war with you, I would be at war with you.

When I say I give you a chance, I give you a chance. ”

He patted Alberto's face and shook his head: "It's a pity that you didn't catch it." ”

So saying, he passed Alberto and stood at the window, inspecting his troops, his eyes full of pride.

He stretched out his hands as if to hug them, and the fanatical people cheered. The sound was like a tide, shaking the masonry under his feet and startling countless birds.

The tidal cheers echoed through the silence of the lower town, like the emperor returning to the city. It makes the whole city feel like it's in turmoil!

Turmoil under the will of one man!

In the midst of the deafening cheers, the shaman raised his right hand high and asked the cheering crowd:

"My sons, my knights, tell them. Who's your master, and who's the master here?"

"Shaman!"

Countless people roared in response, they raised their right hands, and fanatically shouted the name, echoing the man's voice:

"Shaman!! Shaman!! Shaman!!"

It is a will that does not need to be described in words, a consolation that can be expressed without any manifestation of power, an invisible crown and a supreme scepter.

The former Emperor of Darkness, the Shaman, is back!

In that unparalleled frenzy, the shaman turned and stared at the pale faces of the three men. Then he smiled, and was extremely kind and tolerant:

"Don't be afraid, I'm just taking my children to say hello to you today. I'm not going to do anything to you, but there's one thing I want you to remember.

When you get back, take it and tell your new master, and tell the 'robin' sir about it. ”

He held his head high, as if looking down on the council in the shadows, and his eyes were arrogant and cold, and he declared a warning:

"- The Shadow of Avalon is not something you can touch. Don't bring about your own destruction. ”

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Soon, it was all over.

Those who should have left have left, and the crowds that had gathered dissipated again at the shaman's command.

Silence returned to the tavern.

After the bar, the ghost hand skilfully and carefully wiped the glass. A cup of tequila was given to his owner.

"Sir, isn't it a good thing to start a war with the 'House' just after you come back?"

Ghosthand commented disrespectfully on his master's declaration of war: "After all, they are the great men of Anglo.

If they drive you away, I'm afraid I'll have to wait many more years...... The next time you'll come, you'll probably see my tombstone. ”

"Don't worry, even if it's like that. I'll take your tombstone with me, too. ”

The shaman shrugged: "Remember to make your tombstone lighter, I can't carry it too heavy." ”

"I'll instruct the craftsman to make the tombstone look like a tortoise shell, so that it will give you a little more cold arrows. ”

"I am comforted by your loyalty. ”

The shaman sighed, "I can't wait to carry the turtle shell into battle." ”

Ghost Hand drank his cup, rolled his eyes and showed him, and then asked:

"The tighter you press, the faster their quest for blood. What if they do find it and turn on Shadow of Avalon?"

"It's impossible, the Shadow of Avalon is King Arthur's legacy in this world. But the only thing that can open the way of blood is the will of King Arthur. ”

"But King Arthur is dead. ”

The shaman smiled: "Do you really think that there is nothing else in this world that can represent the will of King Arthur?"

The ghost hand was silent for a while, and after a long time, he asked softly:

"You mean that...... A sword in the stone?"

"Yes, that's right. ”

The shaman nodded, "That's the artifact forged by the Mad King Arthur with the imaginary enemy of the natural scourge of the gods, the sea demon Leviathan. The sword seals the souls of sinners and dragons, and they roar night and night, and they cannot rest in peace. ”

"Isn't it sealed by the royal family?"

"Not entirely wrong, but the most important part has been lost. ”

The shaman seemed to be drunk, and said something nonchalantly, unconcerned about what a horrible secret he had confided:

"You know, King Arthur was a psychopath. At the beginning, he was called the Virtuous King, but in the later stages, he was already called the 'Mad King Arthur'.

At that time, his will had already begun to crumble, and he was unable to harness his immense power.

As a result, the sword in the stone lost control,

The power to resist the scourge set off a riot, and nine-tenths of the power was controlled by Arthur's last will, but the most important scabbard broke through the air.

It is the most important part of the sword in the stone, although it is not very powerful, but it represents the scepter and will of King Arthur.

Since then, the royal family has lost the key to call the way of blood. Nor can the name of 'Arthur' be inherited. ”

The shaman threw his head up, drank a full glass of spirits, and burped heartily.

"For so many years, the royal family has entrusted the Order with the secret search for its traces. Eventually, the Order finally discovered it somewhere, and then secretly brought it back to the human world to seal it away.

However, due to the reappearance of the Shadow of Avalon, the scabbard was reopened and secretly sent to Avalon...... Unfortunately, the messenger had an accident on the way, and the scabbard disappeared without a trace. ”

The ghost looked at the shaman dumbfounded, unable to digest the complicated information from the past.

Seeing him stunned, the shaman burst out laughing.

"It's a suffocating story, isn't it?"

He poured himself a full glass and drank it all, leaving only whispers of regret.

"It's a pity, even if an ordinary person gets it, he can instantly inherit the holy name of 'Arthur' and the power of the sword in the stone.

When the time comes, it's not impossible to ascend to the sky and become the great King of Anglo, right?" )