In the afternoon, in the lower part of the city, the door of the broken bar was pushed open.

The smell of smoke and low-quality alcohol, which was so thick that it almost choked people, poured out of the door, almost choking people. In the hustle and bustle of the bar, the men who were smoking cigarettes and playing cards looked back at the door.

In the glare of the sunlight at the doorway, there was a silhouette with a cane, wearing a top hat and well-dressed, as if it didn't match this place at all.

It's just that the moment they saw that figure, everyone couldn't help but shudder, and their whole bodies tensed: in that blur, there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking at themselves, which was breathtaking.

From a long distance, he saw his own reflection, which was pale like a dead body falling into the abyss.

At the innermost part of the bar, the old man with his back to the door turned around, and when he saw him, he was stunned for a moment, and then waved his hand and motioned for everyone to go out.

When everyone had left, the visitor sat down across from him, took off his top hat, and placed it on the table. "Long time no see, Mr. Ghost Hand. Ye Qingxuan said.

The ghost hand glanced at Ye Qingxuan deeply, and the fluff on his neck stood up, as if he had seen something extremely eerie.

I haven't seen ...... for a few days He's getting stronger again.

Even the ghost hand is gradually becoming jealous.

"Mr. Holmes, you've become a lot more intimidating lately. ”

"Not what I wanted. ”

Ye Qingxuan smiled bitterly: "To be honest, I'd rather wear sunglasses to the door, but unfortunately, it's useless to wear them." “

"Looks like you've gained a lot from Shadow of Avalon. The ghost hand retracted his gaze and pointed to the cards on the table: "A game?"

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help laughing, grabbed a ghost card casually, and shook his head: "Forget it, playing cards with ghost hands, I can't be confident." ”

He put down the cards. The card fell on the table, but it had turned into a red ace at some point, and soon it changed back to its original form.

Red A has returned to the hands of the ghost hand.

He dropped the cards and sighed regretfully: "It's a pity, I haven't made a thousand for a long time, and my hands have been itching a lot lately." ”

"How's the shaman recovering?"

"I'd love to say healed. Pity...... It's still the same. The ghost hand shrugged: "Half-dead, but it can last for a while." ”

"It's normal, that kind of injury, it's not strange when you die. ”

Ye Qingxuan shrugged his shoulders and handed him the material sheet in his pocket: "Come here today, I hope you can help me get together the above things." ”

He paused and added, "As soon as possible." ”

The ghost hand didn't look at it, but just beckoned, and the bartender came over and looked at the note on the table. After a moment of contemplation, he whispered a few words to the ghost hand.

The ghost hand said, "Four days." ”

"Yes. ”

Ye Qingxuan was about to get up, but he didn't expect the ghost hand to put the wine glass in front of him, and the amber wine was poured into it.

"Since you're here, why don't you have a drink? You just scared the guys away from my drink. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked at his idle appearance as if he was smiling, shrugged his shoulders, and picked up his wine glass.

"May it be a lot today. ”

The ghost raised his glass in salute and drank it all in one gulp: "Is it still appetizing?"

"Good wine. ”

Ye Qingxuan nodded: "To be honest, your taste is better than I thought." ”

"In Avalon. The most popular drink for the lower class in the lower city is 'kerosene', a blended liquor. Save money. Drink just to get drunk.

I used to like to drink like that, because the more drunk I get, the faster my hands ......"

The ghost hand played with the cards, changing the suit at his fingertips, and seemed to sigh: "Later, I had money and status." Everywhere I go, no one thinks I'm a pickpocket, they call me Mr. Ghost Hand.

I became a high-class person, and I don't know when I drank alcohol and became high-end, but in fact, I am still ...... I can't even name the bottle.

The shaman always laughed at me, saying that I liked to pretend. But guys like me. Being able to pretend to be able to pretend is already very satisfying.

Besides, people like me, with money in hand, don't seem to have much to go except to buy some satisfaction. ”

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment and asked, "Haven't you thought about finding a woman?" Maybe it will be much better after getting married." ”

"I had two lovers, both of whom were married, and one of them gave me a child, but unfortunately the child was not famous for long and was not loved by the gods.

These things bring me far more sorrow than joy, Mr. Holmes, and for some people, what ordinary people call happiness does not apply. ”

"Then you haven't been happy?"

"There were, but rarely. ”

The ghost hand poured wine for himself, and did not force Ye Qingxuan to drink it again, but drank it by himself: "Count the lives of people, how many times are you really happy?"

Especially in a hellish place like Downtown...... Everyone can only try to live a little less painfully. People like us, who have done evil things, I am afraid that after death, they will not be able to go to the paradise of heaven. ”

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes, "The shaman said that he wants to save you...... Hasn't there been any change?"

"Well, if I have to say anything, it's only a trivial point. ”

Ghost Hand scratched his head, "One point is enough, anyway, everyone has nothing."

You see, Mr. Holmes, this is a place where the big men disdain, and there are stinky gutters, beggars, and prostitutes everywhere.

We all have no tomorrow, but shamans tell us that people who don't have tomorrow should live with dignity.

The inferior should also walk on the street with their heads held high, and even if they can't bask in the sunshine of the big people, they should go to the grave with their backbone after death. ”

"This is what he calls the 'rules of the dark world'?"

"Perhaps, I don't really understand. ”

The ghost hand said bluntly, and when he saw Ye Qingxuan stunned, he couldn't help but laugh: "However, I have always been honored to be able to participate in it."

The shaman gave me dignity and taught me that wicked people like me can have value in living. Then, I live for this value. ”

As he spoke, he raised his glass: "Mr. Holmes, I can see that you are also very confused, and I hope that you will be able to find your own value one day." ”

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment and raised his glass:

For their own worth. ”

The wine was finished, and the boy got up. "I should go, thank you for the wine. ”

"If you don't like it, let's have a drink here next time. The ghost hand said, "I'll pay." ”

"Thank you so much. ”

The boy smiled, put on his top hat, and disappeared into the sunlight outside the door—

Sword Fence Underground Palace. In the midst of the dark spring, the door opened in front of the boy.

Behind the door, in the silent library, only the lights shine. The empty hall echoed with Ye Qingxuan's footsteps.

The door closed silently, Ye Qingxuan looked at the empty and uninhabited, and raised his voice and said:

"I'm looking for information about the Shadow of Avalon. ”

There was silence, no one responded.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh, "I know you're here, don't play with the child's temper." Do me a favor. You've all helped so much, not this one. ”

It was like a child throwing a tantrum, and after a long time, the silence was broken, and the roar of bookshelves moving on the ground rang out one after another.

It was as if all of a sudden the hall had become a Rubik's Cube, and the layers of bookshelves changed along the invisible tracks, from back to front, left and right

It's like a labyrinth. The darkness hidden behind the shelves finally revealed, and the wind blew through it with dust and a cold scent.

Until the end. An ancient heavy bookcase slowly rose from the moving floor tiles and pushed it in front of Ye Qingxuan.

Immediately after, the cipher hub above spun on its own, and with the crisp sound of metal grinding, the six layers of shackles opened. Immediately after, the cabinet door opened. Fragments of paper that had been sleeping in the darkness floated out and fell to the ground.

They looked like they had been reassembled from ashes that had been burned by the fire, and the handwriting was dull and blurry, shattering again at the slightest touch.

A faint voice came from all directions: "...... Destroyed...... There are only so many ...... The rest ......"

"Thank you. ”

Ye Qingxuan bowed his head and carefully picked up the broken piece of paper on the ground. Gaze at the fragmented message on a scrap of paper—a travelogue from a revelatory musician hundreds of years ago.

He had come by boat to see the white city, but he had woken up from his dream in the middle of the night when he was about to arrive in Avalon. His talent for heart sounds strengthened his 'sixth sense', and in the sense of crisis that came out of nowhere, he panicked and ran onto the deck, wanting to plunge into the sea and leave the place.

Then he saw that all of Avalon was illuminated in an instant with a devastated splendor. Then the light dimmed, and everything was engulfed in darkness.

In the darkness, he witnessed the whole process through the observation of the ether: a mournful cry was heard in the seemingly dying lamentation, followed by a great wave of the aetheric sea, and the physical world was in turmoil—King Arthur's 'scepter' was collapsing.

The vast realm constructed by music theory enveloped the whole of Avalon, pulling half of the life in the city from the material realm into the etheric realm, turning into the shadow of Avalon, and disappeared without a trace.

The remaining record ended here, Ye Qingxuan put it down and picked up a new one, and found that this was the later scholars' exploration of the blood path, as well as the analysis of the nature of Avalon's shadow.

They believe that the Shadow of Avalon did not disappear into thin air - as the basic laws of the faction of change have already stated: matter never comes into being or disappears out of thin air - and therefore they believe that the Shadow of Avalon did not actually go to the 'other world' out of thin air, nor did it enter an ethereal soul state. It is made of King Arthur's scepter, which merges with the physical realm......

The rest of the section was burned to the ground.

Ye Qingxuan hammered the floor angrily, what annoyed him the most was that he was gone halfway through reading the book, and this kind of author deserved to be arrested and beaten a thousand times.

He picked up the other fragments and found that they were all former members of the Knights of the Round Table. Among them is the 'Pacyville' who was beheaded by King Arthur......

Although a lot of content has not stopped, it is not helpful for what Ye Qingxuan needs at present.

He pondered for a moment, then looked up and asked:

"Do you have the contents of the Elizabeth Tower? I'm talking about the one in Shadow of Avalon. ”

In the darkness, those small voices were silent for a moment, and then they sounded again, confused and noisy, like a dozen children talking at the same time, one after another:

"Elizabeth Tower...... It's dangerous...... Scared ......"

"Don't go near there. ”

"He doesn't like you...... He doesn't like anyone...... He's going to kill you......"

"He's pitiful...... Don't provoke him......"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned: "Who is he?"

The small voice was silent for a moment, and a voice with fear came: "He is the heir of the Knights of the Round Table...... His Majesty's eldest son...... He was the perfect man...... He is the son of lamentation...... The First Inheritor of the Curse......"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a long time, only to feel that a bowl of cold water poured in from the skull, cold from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

Who is he? Hell, who else could he be?

"He's Maude...... Red?"

In the darkness, the shredded sound suddenly dissipated, as if frightened by the name and fled—no more.

Mordred, Ye Qingxuan chewed on the name repeatedly in his heart, and walked towards the Anglo Historical District at the front with a bitter expression.

If it is really him, then this time, I am afraid that he will have a big problem. (To be continued.) )