The man, wrapped in the shroud, did not respond to all his movements and words.

He just staggered forward, and in the eyes of everyone, step by step walked towards the front of the hall, the throne where Prince Própez was.

Mixed emotions welled up in people's hearts, and no one knew why this man continued to play the role while wearing a mask, but everyone automatically stepped back and gave this man a straight path to the throne.

Prince Pleapes also had some doubts in his heart, but he didn't care at all, but said to the man in a loud voice:

"Yes, come forward, let me take a good look at your mask, it is a beautiful work of art, I can give you wine and jewels in exchange for it!"

The man didn't respond either, just walked towards him firmly.

As he drew closer, the man raised his head, and the prince could see his face, see the shroud on his body, and he sensed that something was wrong.

He saw the dark blue color and dull expression on the man's face, which was not a mask at all, but what he was.

Immediately after, on the man's left chest, a few red vines pulled out of the gap in the shroud.

They meandered out of the cracks and stretched out in the air like tentacles.

Then, a black bud topped the shroud, leaving it in the air.

The bud swayed, and the curled black petals began to bloom rapidly.

The black buds and red branches form a bewitching picture.

It was a black mandala.

Prince Plopez's eyes widened.

Before he could react, more and more branches and buds appeared on the man's body, and the shroud was pushed open, revealing the bruised skin underneath.

"It's the Flower of Black Death!"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

And with this exclamation, the crowd stirred.

Everyone scrambled to run away from the man, screaming and running towards the exit of the main hall.

In the crowd, there was a howl of pain, and the men and women who had just come into contact with the tall and thin man also began to have black mandalas on their bodies.

Then, those who came into contact with these men and women were also attacked by the flower of death.

The screams became louder and louder, and the guards outside the hall wanted to close the door to prevent these people from going out, but they couldn't stop so many people from pushing and shoving.

One by one, the black flowers spread to the corridors outside the basilica, to the entire castle, until they were covered with black "calamities" like the entire city of Capernaum outside.

Prince Plópez panicked the moment he saw the Flower of Death bloom and ran to the fresco behind the throne.

As the screams in the hall grew, he pushed the walls harder, only to see a crack in the middle of the mural with the four angels.

The fissure widened and widened, revealing a black hole in the back.

It turns out that the mural is two stone doors, and there is an unknown passage behind it.

This was Prince Plopez's last resort, and the craftsman who built the passage had already been killed by him, and no one knew about it except him.

Just as he pushed open the stone door to enter, a hand held him down on the shoulder.

It's the mummy.

The prince turned around and tried to push away the man who had brought the disaster, but the man held his shoulders with both hands.

The man opened his mouth to show his dark and rotten teeth, and yelled at the prince, and then the black mandala in his right eye swayed and fell.

The red branches around his eye sockets quickly withered, and the place of his eyeballs was only a lifeless hollow.

The hollow was confronted by the frightened prince, who had never seen such a horrible scene, and fell to the ground on the spot, fainting.

Before he fell unconscious, he saw the eyes of the four angels holding different gems on the stone door behind him, which had been pushed open halfway.

They all smiled, their eyes looking in this direction meaningfully.

He thought they were looking at him, but his last sanity before his mind stalled told him that he was wrong.

They were looking at the ripe Black Death Flower on the ground.

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Martin put down the round-bellied pen in his hand, blew on the still dry handwriting, and revisited the story.

Like the previous story of the "black cat", this story is also taken from the great writer in the previous life.

Martin has likewise been adapted to a certain extent.

After these days, he has come to a new perspective on the story of the plague, the killing of cats and the emergence of the plague, the contagion and mortality rate that is more terrible than the Black Death, the slow blooming of the flower of death... In his opinion, it is all about beauty.

When Martin learned that the Queen wanted to hear a hilarious story about balls and food, he immediately thought of it.

He could sense the type of story the queen wanted to hear, but when he began to write, he wanted to tell the story more than ever.

Stories of curiosity tend to be more intriguing.

Although Martin also doesn't know what the queen will think of the story.

After confirming that the handwriting was dry, Martin slipped the letter paper into the mailbox.

Then came a period of waiting.

In the process, he inspected the [actor's face] on his face and the black robe on his body, and found no signs of activation.

He had sensed that something was wrong with the mask, and now it was completely gone, leaving no trace.

"I have to cooperate with the Dark Alchemy Society as soon as possible and get the [Scholar's Breath] in that man's hand to fully grasp this gentleman's hat."

Martin sorted out what needed to be done, digesting the Virgin's Body, cooking food to absorb the power of gluttony and hunger, partnering with the Alchemy Society, finding more remnants of collapse, and going to the Shepherds' Club for training...

He suddenly had a little headache.

"Dah."

Another crisp delivery sound came.

Martin happily picked up the mailbox and opened the lid of the box and took out the old piece of letterhead.

It has been filled with some new flowers, this time without the publicity of the letter just now, the writer's mood is quite stable:

"It's a wild imagination."

"I suspect there must be a connection between the disappearance of cats and the sudden appearance of infectious diseases."

"And the blonde man wasn't necessarily a preacher, and his words and the arrival of the angels at the end made it a little confusing."

"It's a pity that there is no explanation of the appearance or origin of the angels in the story, otherwise you can try to guess which angels are these and their duties and plans."

"I have to say, Mr. Martin, this story of yours is just as good as the story of the previous black cat, and my curiosity about you is really growing."

"What kind of person can come up with this?"

"What this queen doesn't know is that there is an experience called crossing..."

"I didn't come up with this at all, I just did a little processing..."

Martin saw this and secretly complained, but what he heard and saw in his previous life can indeed help his current self, and there are too many things waiting for him to discover and practice.

What a failed traverser, I've only used the skills necessary for traversers twice until now, and I've also killed a lot of brain cells...

Martin continued to look down:

"But if it weren't for you, who would have replied to me???

The queen put three question marks behind this sentence in a row, expressing her doubts.

"I received your reply the day after I gave you the seven-pointed star array."

"In the letter, you said that you had successfully escaped, and thanked me for my help, but your tone changed slightly."

"Your rhetoric has become somewhat... It's frivolous, but chatting gives people a very comfortable feeling. ”

"When I asked you about the second story, you kept avoiding it, and your words in reply became more and more ignorant, and the tone was very similar to that of the scoundrels and scoundrels who like to drink and beat and scold described in the book."

"He even said something like that to me, and I wrote back to reprimand him."

...

"I see."

After reading it, Martin understood the reason for the matter, it must be that this mailbox [activated] after the two deceptions, this side did not let my letter be sent, and he talked to the queen over there.

Fortunately, it was just a rhetorical tease, and if it angered the mysterious queen, I don't know what the consequences would be.

"But what does it mean to say something like that... I'm so curious... All things aside, this mailbox is quite interesting after the activation..."

The activation of the mailbox should have been lifted by the time Martin got his hands on it, so it continued to vibrate and I was able to communicate with the queen normally.

There is still a small part of the reply letter, and Martin continues to read:

"As for the circle teleportation error, I don't have a clue right now."

"I haven't heard of the city of Kavides, I don't know which tribe or territory it belongs to."

"At the other end of the 'Worm Hole' I set up was the 'White Oak', which was one of my favorite taverns, located northeast of Atlantis."

"I waited there for a long time and drank three bottles of [Bucks Forest], but I still didn't see you."

"Hey! If I hadn't wanted to meet the writer who wrote the weird story of the Black Cat, I'd just have the guards go there and watch it, and then bring you here." ”

Martin had a familiar feeling when he saw the name "Atlantis", where he seemed to have heard it, but couldn't remember it.

"That seven-pointed star teleportation array is from an elder of the 'Secret Key' deck, she is a senior [Iris Believer], she shouldn't go wrong."

"She is no longer in the palace, and I can't contact her for the time being."

"But now that you've escaped safely, it doesn't matter, this story about the 'Flower of Black Death' is completely worthy of this teleportation array."

"Capernaum... Does it mean "City of Calamity", this name is very special. ”

"Frankly, I'm interested in you, Mr. Martin, only slightly less than I am interested in [Bucks Forest]."

Martin saw that the queen made an invitation to him at the end.

"No matter where you are now, I welcome you to Atlantis."

"Anyone with talent is welcome at [Lava Heart]."

Hearing this title, Martin's mind jumped, and he was sure that he had heard it.

And not so long ago.