Chapter 409: The mystery of the Headless Horseman’s life experience, the weapon of rage, hunting the Hydra (6K)
"In short, that holy cloth is very important to my family."
The silver-haired swordswoman wore an eyepatch, placed her hands on her knees, sat upright, and said softly:
"I hope you can redeem it for me...I'm very grateful."
The living room fell into silence, and the swinging sound of the clock could be heard clearly. The shocking facts brought by Corinna made Yeats involuntarily hold his breath and think seriously.
——Suppose Duke Hudson really summoned Kelya with the help of Joan of Arc's Holy Cloth.
So are Kelya and Joan of Arc the same person?
This is like a "Ship of Theseus" question.
Theseus was an ancient Greek hero who once led a group of heroes on a cross-sea expedition to the city-state of Troy. The paddle boat he rode on was later kept as a souvenir by the Athenians.
An ancient Greek philosopher in later generations asked a question:
If the wood in Theseus's ship was gradually replaced until all the wood was no longer the original wood, would the ship still be the same ship?
The holy relic of Joan of Arc may contain the will left by the saint. Later, Duke Hudson used this holy relic to summon necromancy, which allowed the summoned Headless Horseman to possess some of the abilities of the saint. , such as a spell that can absorb light elements.
Yeats speculated that the headless horseman Kelia may have the will of Joan of Arc in her body.
However, this does not mean that she is equal to Joan of Arc.
It seems that the younger generation has received the inheritance from their predecessors and embarked on a different path...
In the quiet living room, the silver-haired swordswoman Galina noticed the change in Yeats's breathing rate and said doubtfully:
"What are you hesitating about? Is the ransom not enough?"
"No, it's just..." Yeats hesitated, not knowing whether he should tell Galina his guess.
After all, this was the second time the two met, and trust between them had not been established yet. Telling Galina the mystery of Kelya's life experience rashly could easily cause conflicts.
The other party is the descendant of Joan's comrade-in-arms! Yeats thought to himself, if he saw an undead knight possessing the will of Joan of Arc, he might become furious and take his anger out on me!
"How much do you want? I can go back to the manor and get it for you now."
Galina said seriously: "Don't worry, I am very rich, and I earned it all through duels."
This silver-haired swordswoman wearing a black eye patch seems to be very unsophisticated and doesn't care about money. Maybe money is really just a number to her. As long as she can fulfill her ancestor's last wish, no matter how much she pays, it's worth it!
"What a great opportunity, Yeats! Take this opportunity to hit her and make her a ransom ten times over!" Mammon meowed excitedly.
Looking at the sincere tone of Golina, Yeats sighed softly and decided not to hide it from others, saying:
"As far as I know, the holy cloth has been used by Duke Hudson in necromancy and used as a sacrifice to summon the undead."
"Undead?" There was a slight fluctuation in Galina's tone, "Seriously?"
Yeats said: "It's just speculation...but the possibility is very high."
If a necromancer wants to summon the undead to serve him, he needs magic circles, sacrifices and rituals. The higher the level of the sacrifice, the more powerful the undead summoned.
Based on Golina's words, Yeats had already deduced the cause and effect in his mind.
——Joan of Arc’s Holy Cloth is definitely a holy relic-level offering, but the power of light contained in the relic conflicts with the necromantic magic, resulting in the summoned undead knight having only a low-level level, which makes Duke Hudson He was greatly disappointed and neglected to monitor the undead knight.
Later, the undead knight fled, leaving clues behind.
Earl Thomas took advantage of Duke Hudson's "study of necromancy" to launch an attack on Wake Harbor, becoming a major overlord in the northern province.
He accidentally contracted the undead knight Kelya, and later defeated Thomas, and gradually became qualified to fight for the country and visit Roland...
Galina frowned and whispered:
"So, that relic... it's very likely that it won't come back, right?"
"It's a pity." Yeats took out the bag of gems that Galina had thrown to him before, and opened the rope tied to the bag. The mouth of the bag revealed the brilliant brilliance of gems. "You can take this bag back first."
bass.
Galina stood up. Although she was wearing a black eye patch, Yeats seemed to be able to feel that she was looking at him seriously and said:
"Although you didn't help with anything, I still thank you..."
"Such straightforward words," Yeats complained.
Galina said calmly: "I will use my own method to find the whereabouts of Joan of Arc's relics... and say goodbye."
After saying that, she turned around and left in stride, her actions full of determination.
Yeats was stunned for a moment and said in surprise: "Aren't you going to take this bag of gems back with you?"
"If you keep it, treat it like me and hire you to help us find the relics together as a reward." Galina said.
The guy who talks to himself... Yeats said helplessly: "I didn't say I would promise you!"
Galina said: "I will never take back what I give. This is my rule."
Yeats was speechless and choked.
Zhuan Ya chuckled and said: "This is the first time I see you looking so deflated, Yeats!"
The bard's words only work on humans who can listen to them. However, the other person's thoughts were not in the same rhythm as Yeats's throughout.
Yeats had no choice but to follow her words and continued:
"You asked me to help you find Jeanne d'Arc's relics. Can you give me some clues? If I guess correctly, you already have some relevant information?"
Galina remained silent and sat down again, her posture still upright. She quietly picked up the black tea on the table and took a sip.
"...It's cold."
Yeats waved his hand and signaled the dialing robot to make a new pot of hot tea for the guests. The automatic puppet came over with a "didi beep beep", then slowly walked away and stood quietly in the corner.
In the wafting aroma of tea and white mist, Galina sipped the black tea and exhaled happily. She immediately put down the tea cup, placed her hands on her knees, sat upright and said:
"I do have a clue."
"What?" Yeats pricked up his ears.
"I once defeated a descendant of an executioner in a duel. According to what he said, the saint was beheaded and her head was missing, but her head still has amazing magical powers."
"At that time, King Roland would dream about the tragic situation of the Saint in his sleep. He was panicked every night and ordered the Saint's head to be thrown into the bottomless pit in an attempt to eliminate the Saint's power with the help of the seal in the bottomless pit. Impact.”
Galina concluded: "That is to say, I suspect that the head of the Saint may be hidden in the bottomless pit."
Another bottomless pit!
Yeats was suddenly shocked.
The Nightmare Abaddon, whom Nephthys Kamala asked me to kill, is hiding in the bottomless pit!
Yeats remained calm, leaning on the sofa, rubbing the ring on his knuckles, and said slowly:
"So, you want me to go to the bottomless pit to investigate?"
Galina shook her head: "It's very dangerous there, and it's under the supervision of the Roland royal family."
"Anyone who wants to approach the bottomless pit needs permission from His Majesty King Roland... I tried several times, but failed to obtain permission."
"I want to win the duel tournament because the champion can get close to His Majesty and is qualified to make requests to His Majesty." Galina paused and said:
"According to my observation, His Majesty King Roland seems to appreciate you very much... If you can get permission from him to approach the bottomless pit, it will be a great help to me."
Yeats was lost in thought.
By killing Abaddon in the [Bottomless Pit], you can obtain the [Slate of Light] promised by Nephthys and obtain the Oath of Light spell, one of the three major inheritances of the God of Light.
The lost head of the headless horseman Kelya is most likely in the bottomless pit!
also.
The nightmare that haunts King Louis of Roland.
The "Arrogance Ritual" "Morning Star" gem stolen by the leader of the Thieves Guild, "Ms. Black Rose".
The passage between Hell and the Material Plane guarded by Nightmare Abaddon...
The clues are gradually coming together!
A deep light flashed deep in Yeats's eyes.
Bottomless pit, this is where all the arrows converge!
"I promise you that I will try to get permission from King Roland to investigate the Bottomless Pit." Yeats nodded slightly, "At that time, I will also cooperate with you and go to the Bottomless Pit to investigate."
Galina was stunned for a moment and said: "Why do you still want to help me investigate?"
Yeats coughed dryly and said in his heart that this was to help Kelya find her head.
But on the surface, a high-sounding excuse is needed.
"After all, I took your money." Yeats said righteously, "You can do as much as you want, this is exactly the creed of my Duke Honeysuckle!"
"But, you are the Sixth Ring Master. Please help me explore the bottomless pit. The money I give should not be enough..."
Galina's cheeks were slightly red with embarrassment. She stood up, fumbled around for a moment, took out her storage ring and storage bag, put them together on the coffee table, lowered her head and said:
"This is all my savings, and I will treat it as payment to you in advance - if it is not enough, you wait for me here, and I will go home to get it!"
Yeats was stunned, looking at the storage items on the coffee table, and then at Galina, with an unbelievable look on his face.
It's a miracle that this girl has grown so old and hasn't been defrauded of all her money!
Mammon exclaimed: "I have to make an announcement to my followers quickly! Roland people are stupid and rich, so come quickly!"
"Is it enough...?" Galina asked again.
Yeats hurriedly leaned over, took a pile of storage items on the coffee table into his arms, nodded repeatedly and said:
"Enough, enough! I have to ask you to go back and get it again. How embarrassing!"
Zhuan Ya said: "I think you are very embarrassed!"
Galina breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on her cold face, and she nodded:
"Then, please feel free to contact me if you have any questions. I will go back and prepare for the next round of competition!"
The two exchanged addresses and summons methods.
Yeats watched Galina leave and immediately summoned the Headless Horseman.
A cold atmosphere spread in the living room.
The Headless Horseman stood quietly, and there seemed to be confusion and loss in the silent atmosphere.
"You should have heard what she just said, Kelya." Yeats said seriously, "I will go to the bottomless pit to investigate and look for Joan of Arc's head... to see if it is the one you lost!"
Kelya's voice sounded a little bitter and depressed.
"I... don't understand... I have no previous memory..."
"If I am really made up of the will of that saint, and when I put on her head...will I still be me?"
Becoming someone you don't know is an unknown and terrifying thing even for the undead.
Yeats was silent for a moment and then said: "Look at me, Kelya." The Headless Horseman slowly raised his helmet and saw firm belief dancing in the silver-haired boy's eyes.
“It’s not your past that determines who you are, but who you want to be.”
"Your past may overlap with that of the Saint, but that doesn't mean you have to become her."
"I hope... you can be yourself, Kelya."
Yeats smiled slightly and said: "If when you find the head of the saint, the head is not what you expected, then don't wear it!"
The Headless Horseman was in a daze for a long time, then nodded slightly.
Gululu——
The helmet fell on the ground, Yeats helped her pick it up, put it on her neck, nodded and said:
"Anyway, continue to hone your spear skills, Kelya...your power will be a great help to me!"
Banglang——
The sound of armor shaking was heard.
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The cold green flame burned in the room, but it seemed to have a kind and gentle feel.
The Headless Horseman knelt down on one knee.
"My Lord, I obey your will!"
*
Paris Gaia, Moulin Rouge.
The metropolis is full of music and music every night, and the Moulin Rouge is a gentle town and a gold-selling cave that has attracted countless dignitaries to sink.
In the unpredictable lighting, the lingering hookah and expensive perfume made Hastings snort when he stepped into this place.
On the third floor of the Moulin Rouge, on the luxurious carpeted corridor filled with art works and oil paintings, two high-end dancers in elegant clothes saw a murderous man in black armor walking towards them. They retreated to both sides of the corridor, not even daring to show off. respite.
Hastings walked straight past the dancer, his voice hoarse and low:
"The man in red robe who just came...Which box is he in?"
The dancer swallowed nervously and stretched out her fingers tremblingly: "Corridor...corner...first room..."
Bang!
Hastings kicked open the mahogany door.
In the smoke of cigars, several beautiful Yisu fox girls leaned against the bare chest of a long-haired man. His bishop's red robe was torn to pieces, and there were still lip marks on his face. They glanced at Heiss Tingsi waved his hand and said: "You all, please step back."
The dancers retreated silently.
Cardinal Cesare Borgia, son of the Pope, said calmly:
"What's the matter? Can't we use the communication technique to contact you?"
"Yeats Berlandi defeated the Chosen One of Anubis and shocked the Kingdom of Horus. A large number of believers were in an uproar and their beliefs were uneasy, but you are here to indulge in wine and sex."
Hastings said coldly: "I wonder what your father would think when he sees you like this."
Cesare put down his legs on the coffee table, his eyes were so cold that they were about to freeze, he hunched his back and whispered:
"Do you have to talk about my father?"
"As the son of the Pope, it is your mission to save the world and spread faith." Hastings said indifferently.
Cesare sneered, waved his hand lazily, and said: "I already know about Yeats. He can't be touched under the eyes of King Roland. We have to start with other methods."
“There is no need to look elsewhere.”
Hastings' voice has a clanging, metallic quality.
"In the arena, defeating him with dignity is the most powerful method!"
Cesare's eyes were meaningful as he looked at Hastings:
"Do you really think you can defeat him 100%?"
He stood up, walked around Hastings, and sneered:
"I will use the power of the Plague Knight to go to the Grand Duchy of Lucia to destroy the Moon God Ceremony with Famura."
"But what's the result? I found Yeats Brondi halfway, not only did I not take advantage of the chaos to kill him, but I made him the Moonlight God's Choice!"
"I don't understand why even the Goddess of the Mist would help Yeats!" Cesare's cold face twisted slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "He has so many blessings from the gods! Famura and I can't do it, what do you think? Can you do it yourself? ”
The questioning voice was sharp and harsh, the ice cubes in the ice bucket scattered the biting cold air, and the shiny iron bucket reflected the tall and tall black armored knight.
"Fighting is the only thing I'm good at."
Hastings said solemnly: "If I say that I can't beat him, I will deny myself."
Cesare was stunned, a powerful and terrifying will pressing down on his shoulders like a mountain.
That majestic belief allowed Cesare to vaguely see the figure of the red pope for a moment. He smiled bitterly and said:
"It turns out that you can also open the realm...Hastings, you are indeed a true warrior!"
"It doesn't matter, I can't beat you, nor can I convince you." Cesare sat dejectedly on the sofa, with a sarcastic and self-deprecating arc at the corner of his mouth, and said, "I am already terminally ill, and the plague is eating away at my internal organs; As for Famula, she saw that Yeats could actually use the fire of judgment, and now she is doubting life in the solitary room.”
"Fortunately, I still have you, Hastings."
Cesare said coldly: "But if you lose the duel, then... you can only ask my father... for help... I don't want him to see me in such a mess, so... you To win.”
"You don't need to say it." Hastings said solemnly.
"It's a pity that you and he are not in the same group. I'm afraid we won't hit him before the finals. Your opponent in the next round will most likely be Atas."
"Who is that."
"You haven't heard of his name?" Cesare was surprised, "Leader of the [King City Gladiator Slave Revolt]! It was rumored in the imperial capital that he was the leader of that gang of slaves!"
"The leader of the rebel army?" Hastings said, "Sounds like a good opponent."
"After the slave army was suppressed, he fled to Roland alone, hoping to get the protection of King Roland - only King Roland's personality charm in this world can convince this man."
Cesare chuckled and said: "In short, King Roland used a gentle way to let him participate in the duel meeting, and deliberately put him and you in a group... How to resolve the conflict depends on the outcome of the duel between you two."
Playing with the glass in his hand, the amber liquid shimmered, Cesare continued:
"I will contact the [Thieves Guild] and let them steal Atas's weapons. In this way, you can win 100%."
"No need!" Hastings said slightly annoyed.
Cesare sighed: "I know you have your own pride, but Atas... his weapon is extraordinary. It is a pair of gloves, but it contains the power of the [Raging Demon God]. It is called [ The Demonic Artifact of "Fist of Fury"
"It was with the help of this Fist of Fury that Atas successfully led a large-scale uprising... The rage of the gladiators was like endless fire, burning in the imperial capital for seven days and seven nights..."
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Cesare took a breath and said: "In short, I don't want any accidents to happen. I cooperate with the Thieves Guild for the sake of entrustment!"
"Don't you understand?"
Hastings crossed his arms and spoke carefully.
"I don't need it."
"Whether it's the rebel army or the demon's ritual weapon, nothing matters. If I come, it means victory!" Hastings said.
The majestic temperament made Cesare look at him sideways, and Cesare sighed:
"Okay, then it will be as you say... By the way, the matter of releasing Abaddon..."
Hastings had left the box.
Cesare rubbed his eyebrows and murmured to himself:
"In the arena, it's an open and aboveboard battle to determine the winner? It's really stupid and boring..."
*
Roland Kingdom, Fontainebleau Palace.
In the elegant study room, behind the exquisite desk sat a blond figure wearing royal robes. Louis put his hand on his eyebrows, raised his eyes from the book, looked at the silver-haired figure standing in front of him, and said:
"How's the injury?"
"Back to King Luolan, he has recovered." Yeats said.
Lewis smiled slightly, nodded and said:
"I feel relieved to see you are okay."
Yeats coughed lightly, remembering Galina's request, and slowly said:
"To be honest, I am here to see His Majesty King Roland because I have something to ask for."
King Roland was noncommittal and pointedly asked: "Is it Yeats and Brondi's request, or is it the request of the Duke of Honeysuckle?"
The Lionheart King is a bold and unrestrained old lion, but the Sun King is a sophisticated little fox. Yeats coughed lightly and said:
"Actually, it was Nephthys who contacted me privately and asked me to investigate the [Bottomless Pit]..."
King Roland's eyes remained unchanged, he flipped through the books in his hands and said calmly: "Go on."
Yeats thought for a moment, then simply told the Sun King about Nephthys' request to kill Abaddon and her promise to give him the Slate of Light.
The Bright Slate can only be used by those with the divine nature of light, and there is no need to worry that the Sun King will care about it.
"So, I ask you to give me the right to investigate the bottomless pit, and promise that I can bring extra helpers." Yeats said, "If we can get rid of the nightmare, I believe it will be the best of both worlds for the Kingdom of Roland."
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After all, this is King Roland's territory. If you want to act in this land, the privileges he promised are very important.
Louis stared at Yeats for a long time, showing a smile.
"Then let's have a test first."
"What?"
"One thing that bothers me recently is that my subjects reported that they witnessed [Hydra] breaking through the seal and ravaging Roland's land."
Lewis frowned slightly and said: "Hydra's head has been cut off and regenerated. It is extremely hateful and has power close to the holy realm. It is quite difficult to deal with. I need to take action personally... Just in time, you are here."
Yeats was slightly startled, and saw Louis looking at him expectantly.
"Let's compete to see who can chop off more Hydra heads!"
Louis smiled and said: "If you beat me, I will promise you!"
Yeats was in a mixed mood.
The co-authored quest lines are all connected together, right?
The goddess of hunting asked me to kill Hydra, the goddess of hunting. Isn't this fulfilled?
(End of chapter)