Chapter 259 The Key of Avalon, the Demise of the Mist Goddess
The sky in Lundu is always hazy, and the sudden heavy rain yesterday caused smoke and clouds to envelope the whole city.
However, an order from the royal family seemed to clear up, causing an uproar among the nobles.
"By the king's order, Yeats Brondi is made earl?"
Lannister Manor, Duke Lannister is sitting at one end of the long dining table enjoying breakfast.
He inspected the parchment letter sent by the courier, frowned slightly, and a strange look flashed in his majestic eyes, saying:
"It seems that your Majesty values this Yeats very much...June, he will become You are a strong competitor, don’t underestimate the enemy.”
June sat at the other end of the long dining table and sighed softly in his heart after hearing this.
‘Father, you obviously don’t know that Yeats already has the strength to kill the five-ring hero. There is no way I can be his opponent! ’
June forked a piece of fried egg and put it into his mouth, a little absent-mindedly. There were many things that were not convenient to reveal to his father.
'Fortunately, he and I are friends... I just hope that His Majesty can help him and not let him face the threat of the Blood Spider Lord alone! '
Duke Lannister's attention was on the letter, and he did not notice anything strange about his daughter. He looked thoughtful and said:
"From now on, everything north of the Great Wall The territory of Morningfrost Ridge...such an earl is already qualified for Lannister to make friends with him, Jun, Jun?"
"Huh? What's wrong, father?"
"Go to Silver Birch Manor and bring my handwritten letter and a box of jewelry, saying it is a congratulatory gift from the Lannister family to the new earl." Duke. Rubbing the gem ring on his finger, he said calmly, "Lannister wants to achieve great things, and all allies that can be won cannot be missed."
"Yes!" June agreed happily.
Silver Birch Manor.
Early in the morning, there was an endless stream of messengers coming to the manor to visit and congratulate them.
Yeats was not only the poet chosen by the goddess of art and youth, but also an earl conferred by the king himself. He occupied an important position in the northern province and had a bright future.
Befriend him and become the consensus of the nobles in Lundu City!
The front hall of the manor became quite lively. Forkas was responsible for entertaining envoys from various major families. He distinguished the family crests of the visitors and recognized that many nobles had laughed at the young master.
As time passed, these people either sent envoys to send congratulatory gifts, or visited them in person, with a hint of flattery and flattery in their smiles.
Fokas stood in the crowded front hall, inspecting everyone, and said:
"The young master has to prepare for the duel event of the competitive competition. I cannot greet you in person. I hope you will forgive me."< br>
“Haha, it should be.”
"I wish Earl Yeats good results in the athletic competition!"
"The chosen poet is also good at swordsmanship, just like the great God of Light. I think young Yeats seems to have been favored by the God of Light. ! ” one dwarf boasted.
Someone in the crowd suddenly laughed.
The dwarf cast a questioning look at the sneer, his face slightly sullen.
That man was the envoy of the fanatic Duke Alba, and he said calmly:
"The God of light is just a false god. The Lord said that only when there is light can the world have light! In my opinion, Earl Yeats should be baptized early and convert to the Holy See. This is the blessing of the Golden Lion Kingdom - Farewell!"
After that, the messenger turned and left, leaving the hall in silence, with everyone looking at each other.
Focas saw it in his eyes and knew that religious conflicts were very fierce in all parts of the continent. Even the Duke of Brondi was deeply affected by it and even lost his hereditary title of duke.
The Brondi family also suffered a huge blow and almost collapsed.
Fortunately, in Yeats, Furkas saw the hope of revitalizing Brondi!
"My lord has ordered someone to prepare a banquet for you in the side hall." said Phokas. "Dear guests, please take a seat and express your feelings to the count."
The tense atmosphere was relieved.
The hall was filled with laughter and laughter again.
The envoys praised Yeats again and again.
“Thank you, Lord Count!”
"Your Majesty, the Earl, is so generous!"
"There are always some noisy people who try to ruin the Earl's mood, but Earl Yeats is a generous man and possesses the virtues of a knight! Gentlemen, please——"
"Please."
In the living room.
Yeats personally made June Lannister a cup of black tea.
June crossed her slender legs, took a sip of black tea, and said with a smile:
"You are now an earl. Even my father values you very much. He has always set his sights above his head.< br>
“You still have the opportunity to enter the cabinet of the Golden Lion Kingdom and become an important minister of His Majesty, which is beyond the reach of small nobles such as barons and knights! "
"I met with His Majesty yesterday and talked with him about the Blood Spider Lord, and got a lot of important information. And the reason why he bestowed me with the title was to reward me for beheading the Vampire Marquis. "Yeats frowned and said:
"Besides, I have seen with my own eyes... His Majesty the King's physical condition is not ideal. ”
Hearing this, June's face darkened and she said worriedly:
"If something happens to His Majesty at this juncture, there will be no one to preside over state affairs, there will be blood clans around him from outside, and the identity of the internal successor will be unclear. In fact, "It's worrying."
Yeats glanced at June and said, "I have something to say, I don't know whether I should tell you..."
June glanced at it. He said dissatisfied: "Aren't we friends from life to death? Why are we hesitating to say anything?"
Yeats said: "Well, I want to say that if something happens to the Lionheart King, your father is expected to board the You should be happy about the throne.”
June glared at Yeats: "Am I happy about the civil strife in the Golden Lion? A noble should be noble, glorious, and patriotic! Between power and honor, I will always stand on the side of honor!"
< br>Yeats was stunned. He never thought that Duke Lannister, an ambitious man, could raise a daughter like June. The reason why June took risks to help was inseparable from her good upbringing.
"You are right, try the ham I made and don't be angry."
Yeats cut a piece of air-dried ham himself and put it on June's dinner plate.
“How can you have afternoon tea with ham?”
June muttered, still tasting it in small sips, and her eyes immediately lit up.
"It's so delicious! Yeats, did you make it yourself?"
Yeats smiled and nodded.
"The taste... is very subtle. It doesn't look like pork. Could it be venison?" June chewed with doubtful eyes.
“It’s the leg meat of a dead vulture.” Yeats said.
June was stunned.
Yeats said with a smile: "The principles of rot and fermentation are exactly the same, and ham is a classic fermented food, so I made the dead vulture into ham, which has a unique flavor."
June His face turned blue, turning from green to white, and he almost felt sick. He slowly put down the plate and gritted his teeth and said:
"Yeats Berlandi! I will kill you!"
Seeing Zhu There was a faint fighting spirit burning in En's body, and Yeats shouted loudly.
"Wait a minute! Don't you think there are any changes in your tree of life?"
June was stunned for a moment, closed his eyes and examined the soul realm, and asked curiously: "What changes?"
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"Your resistance to the power of the disease has increased. This is the effect of this [air-dried dead eagle ham]." Yeats said calmly, "As the top gourmet chef in the mainland, in this aspect, , I have quite the right to speak!"
June looked suspicious. Although she could not confirm it, she subconsciously felt that Yeats's words were quite credible.
"So, I still have to thank you?" June sneered.
Yeats waved his hand: "Brothers, you're welcome!"
June's eyes were complicated.
Although Count Yeats is extremely intelligent and has the ability to kill powerful enemies by leaping through the ranks...but he seems to have a soft spot for 'cooking food with Warcraft'!
June sighed and said: "My father asked me to come here to give you a gift. We will meet you at the competition another day. Although I am not as good as you, I will try my best. "
Yeats nodded slowly and said:
"Speaking of which, the Lionheart King will announce the crown prince candidate in these days."
"Really? He has already made up his mind? Who do you think the crown prince will be?" June asked in surprise.
The successor to the royal family in the Middle Ages was not necessarily the king's heir. In many cases, he might be inherited by a distant relative, depending on the complex inheritance laws.
But the Lionheart's crown prince will definitely be the princess. Yeats read the script and said frankly:
"It will be his eldest daughter, Renee."
"She?" June frowned, "Don't you know? Renee's biological mother committed adultery, so Renee's origin is controversial, and she has been deprived of inheritance rights by law. Even if the king declares her as the crown prince, the Duke They will never agree!"
"That was before. Now the vampires have penetrated into the six major duke families. As long as the Lionheart King uproots the vampires, there will be a hole in the power of the dukes. The power and reputation of the King of Hearts will be unprecedentedly high," Yeats said:
"Before he dies, he can completely use the prestige gained from getting rid of the vampires to force the amendment of the inheritance law and let Renee. Become the crown prince again!"
June hissed: "Revise the inheritance law? Oh my god, why didn't I think of this!"
Yeats became more and more popular in her eyes. His expression was unpredictable, as if everything was under his control, even His Majesty the King, who was unpredictable, was within his expectations!
Yeats pondered: "In short, in your Majesty's eyes, it is a good thing that the vampires are causing trouble. This gives him an opportunity to strengthen the king's power."
Ju En's eyes flashed and said: "I understand what you mean. , getting rid of the Blood Spider is the top priority, and now we understand that His Majesty is on the same side as us... So, what should we do now? "
" Wait," Yeats said concisely.
"Wait? Waiting for what?" June was puzzled.
“The Marquis of the fifth ring is already the limit of our resistance. The Blood Spider of the sixth ring is definitely not something you and I can compete with. But now, the right and left arms of the Blood Spider have been removed by us. As long as Shi Zhong As long as the sword is still in the hands of His Majesty the King, the Blood Spider's plan to steal the country will not succeed. On the contrary, the risk of his own exposure will increase day by day. "
Yeats analyzed: "Seeing that the situation is urgent, the Blood Spider Lord will probably take action himself to ensure that nothing is missed, but this is exactly the opportunity to win by surprise. When Your Majesty uses the sword in the stone as bait to lure the Blood Spider Lord to the bait, I will go straight to Sappho Go to the Manor and find the evidence!" "Okay!" Jun's blood boiled and he started to investigate, "If we can really eradicate the Blood Spider, Yeats, I swear, you will be Lannister's best friend for life, as long as you are here. , the Lannister family will never go to war with Brondy!"
This is a powerful declaration from one of the two major contenders for the throne, the Lannister family, and its successor! .
Yeats nodded slowly and said with a smile:
"We are not just waiting, the duel meeting is about to begin. His Majesty will definitely make arrangements for this duel meeting, so we will Let’s take part together... I look forward to the duel with you.”
Look at Yeats's outstretched right hand.
June was stunned for a moment, then held it in his hands, with a blush on his cheeks, and said loudly:
"It's a competition, are you afraid of it?"
*
Night.
There was a dead silence on Suffolk Manor.
Underground in the wine cellar, on both sides of the long and narrow passage, the torches on the stone walls suddenly lit up.
The firelight illuminated a figure.
He wore a cold iron mask, cast a deep gaze, and carried an unconscious woman on his shoulders.
If Perun were here, he would definitely shudder and lose his voice in fear, pointing his finger at this figure to testify.
It was this figure that was exactly the same as the figure he saw taking hostages that night!
At the end of the passage, there is a secret room. The iron door of the secret room is opened, and a strong smell of blood wafts out from inside, and there are creepy torture instruments.
The instruments of torture in the Middle Ages were mind-numbing. Human beings treated their own kind with unimaginable cruelty, such as sawing, breaking wheels, and nailing chairs. Among the many torture instruments, there is an exquisite iron cabinet.
The face of a beautiful woman is carved on the iron cabinet. The woman's face is exactly like the Duchess. The man in the iron mask gently touches the iron coffin, as gently as a lover's caress.
Zhiqua——
The iron coffin was opened to both sides, and the inside was densely packed with iron nails.
The man in the iron mask put the unconscious girl into the coffin. The hinges made a dull sound, the coffin closed, and the blood flowed down the pipe connecting the coffin into the kettle.
The man in the iron mask picked up the kettle and disappeared. After a few breaths, he was holding a tray and came to an exquisite wooden door.
Dong-dong.
"Come in." A lazy voice sounded.
The man in the iron mask opened the door, knelt on one knee, raised a tray with both hands, and placed exquisite glassware and scarlet liquid like red wine on the tray. He said respectfully:
"My lord, your meal is ready." Wine."
"Put it there."
Behind the screen, the beautiful figure is fascinating. She holds a slender piece of tobacco between her fingertips and takes a deep breath. Exhale the hazy smoke.
The man in the iron mask did not dare to raise his head and whispered: "Sir, you seem to be troubled."
"I underestimated a person."
The voice was full of exhaustion, but with fatal temptation, as if coming from the nasal cavity.
“Who is it?”
“The new earl of the Golden Lion Kingdom.”
“Yeats Brondi?” The Iron Masked Man was startled. I was thinking, "Did he kill Drasta and then be made an earl?"
The figure chuckled twice and then spoke slowly.
"Yeats, he is very suitable to my heart. I really want to keep him by my side."
The voice behind the screen is lazy.
"But he is too smart, and the fewer smart humans there are, the better."
The man in the iron mask was stunned for a moment, with a hint of jealousy in his voice.
"I don't understand, how could he kill Drasta? There must be something wrong behind this!"
"This is where I was negligent."
Behind the screen The figure calmly said:
“However, the Black Prince Ruby has restored some power to the [Blood King Spear].
“The Sword in the Stone opens the [Avalon] plane. I must get the key.
"This time, I will take action personally to ensure that nothing goes wrong!"
*
Northern Province, Edinburgh Cathedral.
The Gothic church points directly to the sky, magnificent and magnificent.
The sun shines through the stained glass window and shines on Archbishop Torbin who is praying with his eyes closed on the altar.
A figure walked into the church.
When the Duke of Alba saw Torbin, he was like a lost lamb seeing the way home. There was a glimmer in his eyes, and he stepped forward quickly and said:
"Father Torbin, I am here to You repented."
Torbin looked dignified, with a friendly smile that could even be used as a propaganda poster for the priest, and said in a broad voice:
"Then, please. Come with me to the confessional.”
The tension on the Duke of Alba's face relaxed, his eyes were moved, and he followed Torbin to the confessional.
“What do you want to confess to the Lord?”
“I suppressed a group of ignorant mobs, my hands are stained with the blood of the ignorant, and I come here to confess to God.”
“Everyone makes mistakes. As long as you sincerely repent, God will forgive your mistakes.”
“I am sincere.”
"That depends on how sincere you are. You know, indulgences are a way to reform." Torbin said gently:
"Money is Mammon's way of seducing people, but some people I can bear this sin for you.”
In short, repentance is very simple, just spend money to buy indulgences!
"Of course!" the Duke of Alba said piously, "I will order someone to take care of it soon. In my humble opinion, this church also needs to be renovated."
Torbin nodded with a smile. .
Torbin didn't know whether the gods would forgive him for his mistakes, but the Goddess of the Mist had already forgiven him.
The money used by Duke Alba to atone his sins will be used by Torbin, the Archbishop of the Mist Sect, to strengthen the Mist Sect.
Deception and abduction also cost money. No matter how unorganized and undisciplined the Mist Sect is, daily operations may cost a lot of gold coins. For this reason, Torbin disguised himself as the Holy Light Archbishop and relied on the merits of indulgences to help Mist. The denomination has contributed a lot!
The Duke of Alba left with great gratitude.
Torbin looked at his back, looked up at the sky, and suddenly remembered the recent rumors.
Yeats Brondie had become an earl, and his prestige in the northern provinces was rising.
As for the identity of Count Yeats, Torbin had already received an oracle from the Goddess of the Mist when he prayed: he is also a member of the Mist Sect, and he is the Goddess of the Mist's choice!
At first, Torbin was still suspicious whether the goddess of the mist was deceiving him as a believer again.
The Goddess of Mist has a history in this regard -
She even deceived her own followers!
A Mist believer turned out to be a high-ranking earl in the kingdom, which really shocked Torbin.
As expected of the Chosen God of the Mist, even His Majesty the King cannot see through his identity as a follower of the Mist!
Because he was also a believer in the Mist, and had experienced the excellence of the Mist Chosen at the festival, Thorbin had a special respect for Yeats, and secretly ordered many people to take care of the glass business in Morning Frost Ridge.
A large amount of glass is used to build a church, and almost all of these materials are purchased from Chenshuang Ridge!
Follow the habit of prayer.
Torbin went to the sanctuary where the sacrificial vessels were stored and lit special candles.
The sanctuary was suddenly filled with white mist, which remained at ankle height.
Immediately, Torbin knelt down, immersed his body in the mist, and prayed to the empty altar where the cross was originally placed.
"In the name of Kirigakure, one must both give and take, both arouse hope and crush hope. Even when it is impossible to tell lies, one cannot tell the truth..."
According to the past, these fogs would rise up and cover the entire room. In the fog, the whispers of the Mist Goddess would sometimes be heard.
However, the mist suddenly dissipated.
Torbin froze in place, with an expression of extreme fear on his face.
He was shocked to find that the blessing of the mist in his body was fading.
As if the goddess of the mist has lost her life, the divinity of the mist in the soul realm is quickly dying!
Torbin looked shocked and confused, and murmured:
"The Goddess of the Mist...she fell?!"
Torbin looked moved, suppressed his panic, and took a deep breath.
After the Goddess of Mist was promoted to medium divine power, she has rarely performed miracles on the mainland.
And now, even the remaining mist divinity on the continent is disappearing, as if the mist goddess has really died!
Torbin paced back and forth in the room, worried.
If the Goddess of Mist really falls, the consequences will be disastrous!
The power of illusion will be annexed by the goddess of magic, and even the Mist Sect will lose its foundation and disappear!
The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. He suddenly stopped and clapped his hands and said:
"I have to go to Lundu - Count Yeats, he is the Goddess of Mist's choice. "
"I have to meet him and tell him the news of the death of the Mist Goddess and see how he will react!"
Thorbin pondered for a moment, and actually looked forward to it. He thought it was quite interesting, and said softly:
"Well... the expression of the Lord Chosen will definitely become quite exciting!"
( End of chapter)