Chapter 352 Blessing of Avalon, King of the Wild Hunt: Are you better at eating soft food than me? (7K)
Teresa opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.
Yeats could clearly see the traces of tears remaining on her face.
Noticing the concerned eyes of everyone, Teresa showed a smile with deep sorrow and said softly:
"Your Excellency, Duke, please rest for the night at the Lion Palace. Tomorrow morning, you and I will meet with your father again."
The Lionheart King mentioned that he would personally lead Yeats and Theresa to the most mysterious holy place in the entire Golden Lion Kingdom, [Avalon].
Yeats was worried that the Lionheart's current physical condition would no longer be able to continue the long journey.
Or maybe, the way to [Avalon] will be related to the means of teleportation.
Yeats nodded gently and said: "Your Highness, please rest early."
Teresa's eyes were slightly red, she was wearing a pearl crown and a snow-white dress. She still had an elegant smile on her face and nodded:
"The same goes for His Excellency the Duke. By the way, my father likes the poems you wrote very much."
"He also said..."
Teresa's voice trembled slightly, remembering King Lionheart's request that the last two lines of the poem be engraved on his tombstone, she stopped writing, shook her head slightly and said:
"Excuse me, I need to be alone for a while. Knight Colin, Your Excellency the Duke, please go back first."
Yeats expressed his understanding and was led by the maid to the room in the Lion Palace.
The interior decoration is luxurious and full of musky scent.
Outside the window, the sun is setting.
At dusk, the golden afterglow falls.
Yeats felt heavy, shook his head, and began to meditate with his eyes closed.
No matter what, the end of one era means the arrival of another.
All I can do is to continuously improve myself and launch an attack on the realm above the master in the coming era of the Holy Realm...
When the meditation ended, it was already dawn.
Yeats opened his deep eyes, exhaled slowly, stood up, washed up, and prepared to go to see the Lionheart King.
When entering the palace, the blond princess in a white dress stood next to the Lionheart King, with her hands folded in front of her body, and greeted:
"Your Excellency, Your Excellency the Duke."
"Your Highness, please be safe."
"Here you come, Yeats."
The old man with white hair wore a slightly loose golden royal robe, with a dry arm exposed from the sleeves.
The Lion-Hearted King stood in front of the floor-length mirror and asked the maid to adjust his collar. From the mirror he caught a glimpse of Yeats who walked in through the door and called softly.
Yeats was shocked.
The Lionheart King who was still in bed last night was so angry that he was standing in front of the mirror today and was even in high spirits!
Turning his head and noticing Teresa's sad look, Yeats suddenly realized that this might be the Lionheart King using some irreversible secret method, which gave him a comeback.
But... this may be the last brilliance released by the candlelight.
Yeats sighed deeply in his heart and bowed his head in greeting:
"See Your Majesty."
The tall and handsome young knight was reflected in the eyes of the Lionheart King. A look of satisfaction and favor flashed on his face, and then he calmly ordered:
"Teresa, get my sword."
"Yes, Father."
Teresa took off the scabbard hanging on the wall with both hands.
The gold scabbard inlaid with precious stones exudes a unique royal aura.
Theresa's eyes moved slightly, and she obviously knew the meaning of the sword. She solemnly handed the sword into the palm of the Lionheart King.
The Sword in the Stone, one of the three greatest treasures of the Golden Lion Kingdom, is the symbol of the king.
At the moment when the hilt of the sword was removed from his waist, the twilight old man seemed to once again show his former kingly demeanor.
But it was only for a moment, and the fire in Lionheart King's eyes quickly dimmed, turning into an old man's nostalgia for the prosperous years.
His dry palms, the hilt of the sword that he gently rubbed, showed reluctance, nostalgia, and emotion, and the glimmer of light in his eyes flickered.
Finally, Lionheart gave the sword back to Teresa.
"You come and take it."
The Lionheart King's words are concise and to the point.
"Yeats, Theresa, come with me!"
In the Lion Palace, there is a beautiful stone pavilion with an octagonal dome, surrounded by cypress trees. The sun quietly sets, and stars rise in the purple night. The starlight reflects on the pavilion. This white stone building actually emits a soft halo, as if it is made of white jade.
Royal Star Observation Tower.
The Golden Lion Kingdom has been an important place for court scholars and astrologers to study magic and astrology.
There is a protective barrier around the Star Observation Tower, and precious books from past dynasties are stored in the pavilion.
Yeats had the magical weapon [Tower of Night], and he could realize that the Royal Star Observation Tower in front of him was similar to the Tower of Night. They were both essentially a [Mage Tower].
Since it is a mage tower, there must be a transcendent person who presides over the mage tower.
Yeats thought to himself that he still underestimated the centuries-old heritage of the Golden Lion Kingdom. It seemed that in addition to the Liyang Fighting Lion, the astrologer in this star observation tower and pavilion could also be regarded as a six-ring combat power!
"I didn't mention it to you before because the necessary time hasn't come yet, but now, Teresa, you need to know the secrets in this star observation tower..."
The Lionheart King stared at the pavilion shrouded in starlight and slowly said:
"Harper has served for two generations of Golden Lion Kings. He usually lives in this star observation tower. He is a master who is good at protective magic and has profound knowledge."
"In the future, if the Golden Lion Kingdom needs difficult to solve difficulties, you can also seek help from Harper..."
Lionheart King paused and said:
"But it's better not to, because Harper's loyalty is not to an individual, but to the royal family... Do you understand?"
Teresa's blue eyes like sea water shimmered with determination, and she nodded:
"Understood, Father."
The Sixth Ring Mage in the Star Observation Tower nominally works for the Golden Lion Kingdom, but in fact it makes no difference to him who will be the king.
If you seek Harper's help, you may be at the mercy of others. From Theresa's point of view, you can only use him as a trump card and cannot rely on Harper.
As for who is really worth relying on... Teresa subconsciously glanced at the silver-haired knight beside her and thought to herself:
"Duke Honeysuckle...the noble and dazzling Sun Knight like Gawain...is trustworthy!"
Yeats's eyes moved slightly.
The team that Lionheart left to Teresa is by no means weak.
The Sun Fighting Lion, a beast that protects the country, should have recognized Theresa long ago.
Colin and I both have six-ring combat power, and the court mage Harper and the admiral Nelson are both six-ring masters. Although they are old, they are still capable of fighting.
What Theresa needs to do is to inherit the political legacy left by King Lionheart, balance the conflicts between different faiths, nobles and civilians in the country, and grow into a unique queen as soon as possible.
What Teresa did in the original plot was to promote mercantilism and cede some of the interests that originally belonged to the nobility to merchants, thereby driving the economic development of the entire Golden Lion Kingdom.
As long as the economy can thrive, most of the contradictions can be covered up.
And precisely because of mercantilism, new shipping routes were opened, the navy was developed, and trade was promoted... The era of great navigation was bound to come.
"The era of knights will eventually end, ushering in the era of giant ships and cannons."
Yeats secretly thought: "I also have to find a way to get a sailing battleship equipped with naval guns and equipped with rune arrays, just like the Poseidon Temple's [Walkbreaker]... As long as there are enough magic crystals, the sailing battleship can catch up with the Sixth Ring Master ”
"Actually, you can consider Death's [Nail Ship]."
Daisy's vision appeared again. She put her hand on her chin and introduced with a smile:
"Nagelfa, the big ship that travels in the underworld, is made entirely of nails. It is the main artifact that can rival the Ark. It is more powerful than any vehicle in the world!"
"So, where can I find it?" Zuo Ya asked.
"Hey! As long as you go to the underworld and hug the lap of the goddess of death, there is a great possibility..."
Before Daisy finished speaking, Yeats cast his illusion spell on himself and directly blocked Daisy's interference.
At the end of Plymouth Night, during the more than three months when Yeats went to the Shadow Realm to practice, Daisy's vision has been following him.
Yeats also asked when her illusion would dissipate.
She said, anyway, you have been promoted to the sixth ring, and you will not leave until the promotion ceremony of the sixth ring magician is over!
The content of the promotion ceremony of the Sixth Ring Trickster is to become the Chosen of the Moonlight God again while being the Chosen of the Dark Night God.
This is actually consistent with Yeats's plan.
But God knows what kind of trouble Daisy will make, she can only try to find ways to deal with it.
It is worth mentioning that the blessing obtained by the five-ring trickster is called [Domination Technique], which is an upgraded version of the 'Suggestion Technique'.
The domination technique can control the body and mind of the dominated target, and it is a powerful illusion.
However, the positioning of illusions has always been awkward. To fight against enemies who are stronger than oneself, illusions can easily be broken by strong willpower. To defeat enemies who are weaker than oneself, illusions cannot be used at all.
Fortunately, the power of the Illusionist lies not only in illusions, but also in his ability to slip through doors, pick locks, and plot sneak attacks. He is a combination of an Illusionist and an Assassin.
Yeats remembered that in the original work, once promoted to the Sixth Ring Trickster, there was a hope of receiving a powerful blessing called [Spell-Stealing Hand] from the Prince of Shadows.
The hand of stealing spells can steal spells cast by others. If you master the spell yourself, you can also steal the other party's experience and knowledge of the spell.
After stealing the opponent's spell, he turned around and asked Snow Owl to use [Magic Blessing·Spell Seal] to seal the opponent's spellcasting ability. Yeats could not imagine how inappropriate he would be when facing the mage.
However, it is Daisy who is in charge of the magician's way now, and Yeats is not sure whether he can still get the [Blessed Hand of Stealing Magic].
"In short, find an opportunity to go to the Moonlight Sect and complete the promotion ceremony of the Sixth Ring Trickster..." Yeats thought to himself.
soon.
Yeats followed the Lionheart King and met the Master of Six Rings, Harper, who guarded the Royal Star Observation Tower.
Harper is an old mage who is over seventy years old. He is thin and tall, like an ancient tree that has weathered the weather. He has long silver hair like a waterfall, a neatly trimmed white beard, wearing a dark blue robe, holding an oak staff, and wearing a pointed hat. He is solemn and silent, nodding towards the Lionheart King.
Harper exudes a transcendent, free and easy temperament, but he also carries the authority of a great mage. Yeats couldn't help but take a second look at such a sweeper-like figure.
"Sir Harper," King Lionheart said, "I am here to lead them to Avalon."
Harper's ancient tree-like face was touched, and he let out an imperceptible sigh. His eyes fell on Theresa. He didn't say anything, just leaned on the staff, turned around and said:
"Come with me."
The candlelight flickers in the Star Observation Tower, and the dome is a huge octagonal glass window. Starlight shines in through the dome, like a magnificent star map.
There were copper astrological instruments and ancient parchment scrolls placed in the room. Yeats glanced at the desk. There were triangle rulers, compasses and other tools on the drawings, and complex numbers were written on the paper.
The scientific principles of this world are different from those of the previous life, but there are still mages who persist in studying the true meaning of science.
Yeats paused for a moment and quickly followed the Lionheart King, spiraling up the spiral stone steps with him to a study on the top floor.
The study room is quiet, with ancient bookshelves embedded in the walls, displaying yellowed manuscripts and thick books. Harper seemingly casually pulled out a book, the bookshelf opened to both sides, and an ancient secret room appeared in front of everyone.
Yeats was surprised, and immediately thought to himself, it seems that he guessed correctly, the way to get to Avalon is to use the teleportation array!
There are three stone doors in front of the secret room.
There is a groove in the center of the stone door where the runes are drawn.
The Lionheart King put the Great Seal and the Black Prince's Ruby into the grooves one after another, came to the last stone door, took the Sword in the Stone from Theresa's hand, and inserted the Sword in the Stone and the scabbard into the groove.
With a dull sound, the last stone door opened, and the room was empty. Starlight was shining on the dome, and rune patterns were drawn on the ground, emitting the arcane glow of the teleportation circle.
Teleportation spells are a field that only sixth-ring masters are qualified to have access to. The top teleportation arrays can even span thousands of kilometers, but they require the use of huge materials and energy.
The magic circle in front of me is obviously driven by starlight, and the six-ring master Harper serves as the maintainer of the teleportation magic circle.
"Don't be afraid."
The Lionheart King held the hands of Yeats and Theresa with his left and right hands respectively.
Immediately, the old man nodded gently towards Harper and said:
"Let's get started."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Harper held the staff in his hand, closed his eyes and recited the incantation.
The lines on the magic circle suddenly became dazzling, and the magic power filling the creative field became surging.
Yeats once crossed the gate of the plane, and now, the feeling is very similar to that of that time.
A flood of white light enveloped the whole body, and when he came back to his senses, an apple forest filled with the fragrance of birds and flowers appeared in front of him.
At the end of the apple grove, there is a lake as clear as a mirror, shimmering in the sunlight. Yeats took a deep breath.
In the realm of creation, the magic power becomes so thin that even the magic net cannot cover it. There is only a realm-like power covering all directions.
"[Avalon], its essence is a concrete field."
The Lion-Hearted King placed his hands on the hilt of his sword, his golden royal robes fluttering in the breeze, staring at the lake in the distance, and said slowly:
"In this field, no matter how serious the injury is, you can still recover as before."
Hearing this, Teresa's eyes ignited with hope: "Father, you..."
The Lionheart King shook his head slightly and said:
"This ability, in the final analysis, has an upper limit. I no longer need the lake water of Avalon."
"The reason why I brought you here is because Avalon's blessing will be of great help to your future improvement..."
"Come on." Lionheart looked at Teresa with a smile, and then at Yeats, "come with me to see the [Fairy of the Lake]."
The Fairy of the Lake, a fairy with magical powers, is the most noble of fairies.
In the legend of Zhongting Continent, the fairy in the lake once gave the sword in the lake to Emperor Lorraine, and also gave it a magical scabbard. According to legend, the value of the scabbard is ten times that of the Sword in the Lake. Those who own the scabbard can escape unscathed no matter how seriously injured they are.
The Lake Fairy located in the center of Avalon Lake has experienced thousands of years, and its strength is likely to be above the sixth ring!
With a trace of curiosity, Yeats, Theresa and Lionheart came to the front of the lake.
"The Lake Fairy of Avalon, Vivian born in the water..."
The Lionheart King pulled out the broken sword 'Sword in the Stone' that symbolized the Golden Lion Throne, stood firm in front of the lake, offered his prayers, and whispered:
"I led my descendants and the knights who guarded her to visit this place."
"I hope you can bless them and protect the Golden Lion Kingdom with everlasting glory..."
The surface of the lake is like a mirror, quiet and waveless.
As the Lionheart King prayed, ripples appeared in the center of the lake, water splashed lightly, and a figure dressed in gauze slowly rose from the lake.
Yeats was stunned for a moment, and was amazed by the figure of the fairy in the lake.
The figure in the lake is graceful, like a water lily blooming in the water, with long silver-white hair floating like water waves, carrying a wet mist, her eyes are clear, and water droplets drip down her snow-white skin.
In the field, creatures with intelligence are often born.
Vivian, the fairy in the lake, is the guardian spirit of the domain ‘Avalon’.
With a pair of smart eyes, staring at the figure of the old king, Vivian, the fairy in the lake, spoke softly, her voice as misty as mist.
"The golden lion kings of the past have had three opportunities to obtain the divine power of Avalon."
"You have already used it twice, Richard Plantagenet. Are you sure you want to use this last opportunity to bless these two people?"
The old man's eyes were firm, he nodded and said: "OK."
"Wait a minute, Father." Theresa persuaded with a trembling voice, "You can use this last chance to recover, but why..."
The Lionheart King shook his head slightly and said:
"It's no use, Teresa, the waters of Avalon are no longer helpful to me."
"But for you and Yeats, this last blessing can provide valuable help."
The Lionheart King reached out and stroked Theresa's head, his eyes flashing with a gleam of turbidity and love, and said softly:
"Let me... help you one last time."
Teresa's shoulders hunched, and she leaned into the arms of the Lionheart King, tears filling her eyes.
Yeats was a little moved, and immediately looked at the noble and mysterious Lake Fairy, and happened to meet her calm eyes.
"Knight, please come forward."
The fairy in the lake has a soft voice: "Let me use the water of Avalon's lake to baptize you and bless you."
"Go quickly, Yeats, the water in Avalon is no worse than the Fountain of Minerva!"
Daisy urged: "And the first baptism, the effect is the most significant. Even if you are a six-ring master, it can enhance your vitality!"
[Avalon] This realm's effectiveness is related to healing, healing, and life.
Skacher, the Queen of the Shadow Realm, once mentioned that because Yeats was forcibly promoted to the sixth level with the help of the divinity of the dark night, he still had some physical weaknesses.
Receiving Avalon's blessing will be of great help in using combat skills in the future.
Yeats glanced at the Lion-Hearted King inquiringly, and saw him slowly nodding, taking a deep breath, and came to the Fairy of the Lake.
Under the instruction of the Fairy of the Lake, Yeats knelt down on one knee and performed the knight's salute. Then he saw Vivian picking up a handful of Avalon's lake water, dipping a small amount with her fingertips, and swaying it on her forehead and shoulders.
A strange divinity came to Yeats from the realm of creation.
Yeats obviously felt that his chivalry had been improved, and his physique and blood had also been enhanced!
"By the way, isn't the water in Avalon the bathing water of the fairy in the lake?"
The strange sound of the tooth drill sounded: "This also works? Then do you want to try Daisy's next time?"
Daisy smiled and said: "I don't mind."
Yeats: "..."
Drill your teeth and sooner or later you will be turned into a squirrel mandarin fish! What a squirrel!
"Go, Theresa." The Lionheart King gently stroked Theresa's head and said gently, "To become a king, you must have the power to be a king."
Teresa nodded firmly and walked to the fairy in the lake.
The Lady of the Lake also blessed Teresa.
The potency is the same as the blessing exerted on Yeats.
But Teresa's level is lower. Encouraged by this blessing, she made a qualitative leap and stepped into the three-environment world!
Yeats suddenly felt envious.
In order to advance to the third ring, I went through a lot of hardships.
As a queen of the royal family, Teresa was promoted overnight.
But the stronger Theresa is, the more in line with her long-term interests. Yeats quickly adjusted his mentality and said secretly:
"Actually, I am not qualified to receive this blessing. In the original plot, only Theresa received Avalon's blessing and achieved tremendous growth overnight."
"The blessing I received was actually due to Teresa's opportunity..."
Yeats had always repaid his kindness, and his desire to help Teresa ascend the throne became even stronger.
"I have placed my blessing upon them."
The fairy in the lake said calmly: "Now, leave Avalon... When the new king is crowned and comes to visit holding the sword in the stone, I will come as promised."
The mist on the lake surface dispersed, and in the haze, the figure of the fairy Vivian in the lake disappeared, leaving only the bubbles in the center of the lake.
"Yeats, how do you feel?" Lionheart asked Yeats.
"You can obviously feel the physical enhancement." Yeats said with a smile, "The power of combat skills will be greatly improved!"
A smile of relief appeared on the vicissitudes of the Lionheart King's face.
Everyone left the lakeside and walked towards the lush apple forest. Lionheart King said slowly:
"Actually... there is one thing... I didn't mention it to you before. In fact, this matter requires your participation..."
"Your Majesty, please speak. I will never refuse." Yeats said.
"The Kingdom of Roland and the Holy See have recently organized a knights conference, only for knights with six rings."
There was deep worry in Lionheart's brow.
"This Knights Conference is open to all kingdoms across the continent. It is a way to demonstrate national strength, and Lorraine's sword [Jiuvayus] will be the championship prize..."
"Teresa needs knights to attend this convention for her to strengthen her reputation and consolidate her position. She needs victory to inspire the nation and inspire people..."
"Colin and Nelson, they have the mark of my era and they do not belong to Teresa's team."
"And you, Yeats, are still young. You and Theresa will lead the next era. Your victory is her victory..."
"So, I ask you, as a knight, to compete for the prestige and glory at the Roland Knights Conference."
The old man's withered palms squeezed Yeats's hand tightly, and his eyes glowed with a turbid and firm light.
"This is not only for Theresa...but also...my request..."
Roland Knights Conference?
According to Lionheart King's description, this should be a grand duel event for the six-ringed masters from all over the continent, the continent's supreme.
As the organizer of this duel event, the Holy See has ulterior motives and there is no guarantee that there are no other conspiracies.
But...
Yeats looked at the hope flickering in the eyes of the waning old man, as if he was seeing the end of the era, and the tip of his nose felt sore.
"I promise you, Your Majesty."
Yeats held the Lionheart's hand, said solemnly and hoarsely:
"I will participate in this conference to win the crown and glory for Teresa and the Golden Lion Kingdom!"
Sentiment and relief flashed through the eyes of the late male lion, his wrinkles relaxed, a smile appeared, and he said repeatedly:
"Okay, okay, okay!"
At the end of the apple forest, the teleportation circle shimmered with light, and as everyone headed towards it, a sudden change occurred.
Above the domain, the situation changes, black mist rolls in, and thunder echoes!
"Teresa, come behind me."
Standing in front of the strong wind, the old man's eyes were piercing, and he tried his best to straighten his waist and hold the scabbard of the sword in his hand.
Boom!
Above the sky, a dark red gap opened.
From the crack, a figure wearing pitch black armor slowly appeared.
Yeats' eyelids twitched.
Isn’t this the adoptive father I haven’t seen for a long time?
The King of the Wild Hunt hunts in the wind with his cloak, riding a skeletal war horse with blue flames burning in the horse's eye sockets.
"King of the Wild Hunt?"
The Lionheart King looked up at the figure under the sky and said in disbelief:
"How could you break in here!"
The King of the Wild Hunt glanced sideways at the old man, his eyes filled with majesty, and said calmly:
"This was my domain."
There was a huge amount of information contained in one sentence, making Lionheart and Theresa stunned at the same time.
Zheng!
The King of the Wild Hunt raised the spear in his hand, and the black mist swallowed up the Lionheart King and Theresa, along with Yeats.
Yeats said in surprise:
"Why did you show up at this time, foster father?"
The King of the Wild Hunt's voice was slightly tired.
"I came here to meet you, but I haven't been able to find a suitable opportunity. It happens to be the entrance and exit of the Avalon field. I know it very well..."
"As for meeting you this time, I have something to ask of you..."
"Wait!"
The King of the Wild Hunt appeared in front of Yeats, riding a skeletal war horse, his voice rising, somewhat surprised.
"Have you been promoted to the sixth ring?"
Yeats summoned the magic gun Gayaberg, held it behind his back, and said calmly:
"Thanks to Mr. Skach's guidance, I was able to be successfully promoted."
"I see...wait...who? Skach? The Queen of Shadows?"
The King of the Wild Hunt said with surprise:
"How come her Gayaberg is still in your hands?"
Yeats said truthfully: "The teacher gave it to me as a gift from the teacher."
The King of the Wild Hunt was silent for a long time.
After not seeing each other for several months, he fell in love with the Queen of the Shadow Realm again in the blink of an eye?
How come this kid is more skilled than me!
I'm actually a little envious...
The King of the Wild Hunt coughed and said in a deep voice:
"I'll tell you the truth, there is something that only you can help me get back."
"What?"
"The Golden Sword, [Jiavayus]!"
Yeats was slightly startled.
The championship prize of the Roland Knights Conference seems to be this sword?
(End of chapter)