The evening bells rang from the direction of the Palace of Westminster.

The rays of the setting sun shone from the sky and fell on the top of the pure white city, illuminating the palace with extraordinary majesty. The light dimmed as it passed through the narrow stained windows.

A dim light fell on Hermes's face.

He sat in his chair, bored looking at the intricate patterns on the stained windows, and behind him, a heavy curtain hung down.

Compared to the splendor of the palace, this room is too simple and too clean, and there is not even the slightest need for decoration.

There was a thick smell of potion floating in the air, and a woman's hoarse cough could be faintly heard behind the curtain, like a hospital room.

It's a pity that this is not a ward, this is the queen's bedroom.

At this moment, a scream of pain suddenly sounded from behind the curtain-

Through the curtain, the pitch-black iron coffin that trembled wildly could be faintly seen.

On the humanoid iron coffin like a giant embryo, the facial features and limbs were full. It seemed to be sealed with something weird, emitting a thick smell of blood.

Around the iron pipes, there were several monks who exuded a gloomy aura.

Dressed in white, bareheaded and barefoot, and trampling in pools of blood, they took from their assistants one sharp iron spike after another, and skillfully and cruelly drove them into the hollow reserved in the iron coffin, penetrating the living creatures locked in it, and nailing them deep into the marrow!

Every nail was hammered down, and the iron coffin trembled wildly. The woman imprisoned inside was screaming in pain and her voice was hoarse.

A steady stream of blood poured out of the hollow nails, staining their white robes and hands pitch black.

That's right, pitch black.

Pitch-black, viscous blood pooled beneath the iron coffin, meandering down the reserved grooves, and the last drop fell into the silver urn.

"That's it. ”

In the long ordeal. Hermes suddenly made a sound, causing the monks to move.

Someone carefully lifted the copper kettle on the stove, and the pale golden liquid in the copper kettle was tumbling silently, like iron juice, releasing a burning red light.

The scorching 'iron juice' flowed out as the copper kettle was poured and flowed into the iron coffin. In the mouth of that face. In the iron coffin, there was a sound of swallowing, full of ** and greed.

Just above the iron coffin, the spikes pierced into it suddenly trembled, and were slowly squeezed out by the power contained in them, falling to the ground one by one, making a crisp sound that made people palpitate.

Until the end, all the 'iron juice' in the copper kettle was poured out of that mouth, and there was not a drop left.

The monks put away their spikes and tools. Silently retreated, disappearing into the darkness. In the silence, only the spasmodic breathing from the iron coffin was left behind the curtain.

"More more,"

In the iron coffin, a hoarse female voice sounded: "I need more ......"

"Your Majesty, this is already a measure that exceeds the upper limit. ”

Hermes shook his head, "If you add more, even the bloodline of the Red Dragon will collapse." The potion is getting worse and worse. If those guys at the Royal Academy can't come up with a new solution, then let alone a cure. Even the status quo is hard to maintain. ”

“...... Because the curse has become stronger. ”

The voice was hoarse: "It's getting stronger and stronger, I can't hold it anymore." ”

"Well, the Shadow of Avalon is calling, and it's about to awaken, so the curse will be more and more induced. Hermes said, "Your Majesty." You should have known that there is no cure for this kind of thing. Unless the curse is eradicated, it will forever be entangled in the blood of the royal family, and you will have to pay for what you did back then. ”

In the iron coffin, there was silence for a long time, and the hoarse voice asked softly:

"How much time do I have?"

"Five years at length. In the end, he will die of madness like Arthur in agony. For a year, like the Prince of Thames, he collapsed in his sleep......"

Hermes said coldly and bluntly:

"With all due respect, your most important thing at the moment is to choose an heir.

After all, the eldest prince who is currently in first place in the line is mentally retarded...... It is true that he did not inherit the curse, but if he inherited the throne, the cursed person would probably change from the royal family to this country. ”

In the face of such offensive words, the queen was not angry, but after thinking for a moment, she asked, "What about the second princess?"

"Her Highness Mary?"

Hermes thought for a moment and nodded: "Yes, you can think about it, but the cursed blood on her body can be said to be better than yours. Although it is you who sits on the throne, I'm afraid she has been affected now, right?

I've heard her legend since five years ago......"

“......”

The empress was silent for a long time, and then sighed softly: "When will the shame of the royal dynasties be washed away?

"Because you've been doing useless work. ”

Hermes's voice became cruel:

"Whether it's the research carried out by the Royal Research Institute in secret, or the bloodline purification technology of the blood of the dragon veins in the East, it is either drinking doves to quench thirst, or the water is far away and cannot quench the fire.

That's why you're going to indulge the House to research forbidden techniques and let them explore the Bloodway, right?

Unfortunately, those things can't turn the end around, and even if they succeed, they will only make the outcome worse. ”

After a long silence, the empress in the iron coffin sighed softly: "This is the Heavenly Absolute Anglu, right?"

"Perhaps, but Your Majesty, you have another choice. ”

Hermes raised his eyes and smiled meaningfully:

Why don't you try to trust me, I am the greatest artist, alchemist, composer and musician in the world.

Although this curse is a desperate situation, if the royal family is willing to let me study it, there may not be no way. ”

These words seem like frivolous jokes, but everyone knows that the trader never lies, he says that if he can solve it, he will definitely solve it, and if he says that there is a way, then he will definitely find a way.

He seems to be able to do everything in the world, as long as you pay the price......

If these words are heard by other people in a desperate situation, they will be overjoyed, like a ray of light in the darkness, a ray of life in the dying.

But the empress did not move, nor did she answer. There was not even a look of joy at all, but there was silence, and the silence exuded an aura of rage like substance!

That's killing intent!

"Hermes, haven't I tolerated you enough?"

Her voice was cold: "Don't challenge the limits of the royal family's tolerance, and don't do anything superfluous!

After all these years, don't you understand? No matter what you do from any point of view. All you get is chaos and destruction. ”

"Oh, that's sad. ”

Hermes sighed softly, "Have I gone from being your best friend to being your ornament?

Back then, Arthur was to blame for that kind of thing......"

The people behind the curtain were silent, but there was an angry killing intent wafting in their blood.

Hermes sensed the sting of the killing intent, and showed a deferential expression: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will keep my promise." You see, haven't I been doing nothing for so many years?"

"Good. You don't need to do anything either. Hermes, you are no longer needed here. ”

Her Majesty said coldly, "Don't you like to be a spectator the most, you just need to sit there quietly." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

Hermes leaned over and saluted, a playful smile on his lips:

Just as I began with Arthur's testimony, I will end your testimony. ”――

In the middle of the corridor, the door to the dormitory opened silently, and Hermes stepped out of it.

He seemed to be in a good mood. But he was always like this, with a flirtatious expression. The steps are cheerful, and there is a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

Just behind the door, the old man stood against the wall, as if waiting for the empress's summons.

When Hermes saw him, he stopped, and his smile grew more and more enthusiastic.

"Oops. It's you old ghost, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

He looked at the old man in front of him: "Aren't you dead yet?"

"It's when you're old. ”

The man named 'Shaman' glanced at him, "In addition, I am not the only one who was called an old ghost by Ye Lanzhou back then." Hermes. ”

"Hey, that's why I can't wait for you to die soon. Two men sharing a nickname is as shameful as wearing the same pair of pants. ”

Hermes looked at the shaman expectantly:

"--How about you hurry up and die?"

The shaman just shook his head, "I'm sorry, I just recently learned the truth of 'life is precious' from a person, and I forgive you for refusing. ”

"It's okay, you won't live long anyway. ”

Hermes stretched out his hand, carefully and carefully arranged the collar on his chest, and finally patted him on the shoulder intimately, and comforted him softly:

"It's hard to live a scrap life, so let's enjoy the last days of your life.

After Gain's death, there was no joy to speak of. ”

The shaman was silent, and Hermes laughed, hummed a tune and turned away, disappearing at the end of the hallway-

After a long time, the door opened again.

The shaman walked in silently, lifted the curtain, stepped on the ground and walked in with dried bloodstains, knelt on one knee, and bowed his head to the iron coffin in front of him.

"It's been a long time since I saw you, I thought you were really gone. ”

In the iron coffin, a hoarse sigh came.

The shaman shook his head: "Avalon is here, how can I leave? I will never leave you, Your Majesty." ”

So, the hoarse voice in the iron coffin laughed, full of relief:

"It's nice that an old woman like me can still hear such heartfelt love words, it's like going back to when I was younger. ”

"You're as beautiful as ever. ”

The shaman stared at the iron coffin, his gaze seeming to penetrate the hideous edges and corners and fall on the gloomy face.

"Don't say such sad things. ”

The empress's voice was faintly tired: "You reappear with this face, do you have any good news to tell me?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

The shaman replied softly:

"—From now on, the whole of Avalon is in your hands!" (To be continued......)