Chapter 178
Moreover, in subsequent dynasties, there were many administrators from foreign countries—for example, the Miss Xue brought a Son of Heaven edict from the Emperor of Cathay!
The attention of the gods, the royal power of the kings... this is what made Blanckug stand out from the world.
In this situation, while Arthur could not stay in Blanckug all the time, she did retain a certain "unrefusable visitor status".
Morgan could hardly believe that just as Hebe was falling into his grasp and he was preparing to enjoy a perfect, blissful evening, the door of the Silent Bookstore was knocked on.
When I opened the door, lo and behold, Arthur was standing there, looking as if he'd lost both his parents...
Just thinking about it made Morgan's fists harden, and he wished he could immediately ignore the Celestial Flint Ban and launch an unparalleled campaign to send Arthur back to London.
Just as she was thinking this, the Fallen Empress caught a glimpse of Arthur coming out of the reading room, carrying two books in his arms, and preparing to walk up the escalator.
"Arthur, what are you holding in your hand?" the Fallen Empress shouted. "And what are you doing up there!"
The king made no attempt to conceal his intentions, taking out the two booklets and waving them at the Fallen Empress.
The latter could see clearly that it was what Hebe was currently researching: the treatment for Toyokawa Shoko's condition... in other words, the medical records and prescriptions.
"Merlin must have anticipated that I would see these things when she placed them here... Ha, trying to read the emperor's mind, when has she never done this before?"
"Since Blanckug is in Cornwall, it remains my territory; the administrator of the Silent Bookstore is also my subject... Now that I have seen it, there is no reason for me to abandon it."
Arthur stood on the spiral staircase, looking down at Morgan, a faint smile playing on her lips as she spoke.
The king felt he had guessed the wise man's intention.
Arthur didn't have any special feelings for Toyokawa Shoko, whom he had never met. But from Hebe's notes, he learned that she seemed to have suffered some rather peculiar injury.
This kind of injury can kill the target in a mysterious sense, and it can also gradually cause the target's body to deteriorate in a practical sense.
In his notes, Hebe confessed that he had used secret techniques and rituals to prevent Toyokawa Shoko from being "immediately killed".
However, due to the changing times, the mystique of the Celestial Flint has declined, while all the laws of reality have been strengthened.
If Hebe's methods were applied to the First History, they could bring an army back to life instantly; if applied to the Third History, they would be enough to resurrect those who have only been dead for a few days.
But in this day and age, it can only serve these purposes.
In her notes, Hebe deduced that perhaps a combination of mystical and realistic methods would be needed to help Toyokawa Shoko recover.
Moreover, both of these treatment methods require a sufficiently high level of expertise.
Hebe did not say the source of Toyokawa Shoko's injuries, but Arthur could imagine that this must be the price of recklessly altering history.
At the end of her notes, Hebe left a solution that could "have the best of both worlds".
That is "The Healer Fisher King".
Just as a monarch usually grants a general amnesty upon ascending the throne, a dysfunctional ruler who is revitalized will naturally exert a massive influence that covers the entire world.
As the ruler of many realms including protection, life, rebirth, and healing, the Fisher King's return to power will undoubtedly bring many positive implications!
When Arthur saw the end of the notebook, she almost couldn't help but applaud in admiration.
—As expected of Merlin, he even used this step!
Yes, when her plan succeeds, not only Toyokawa Shoko, but the whole world will benefit from it, and billions of people will be grateful for her contributions.
But what's the price? Where does she place herself this time?!
Thinking of this, the smile on the queen's face faded, and a hint of anger appeared between her brows.
Where is Merlin's bedroom?
"... This is none of your business," the Fallen Empress replied, her anger barely contained.
"I don't intend to ask you a second time, Your Royal Sister." Arthur turned around. "I have plenty of time; I can search slowly."
The king took a step, only to find that there seemed to be a faint shadow flowing in front of him.
A faint but malevolent voice seemed to echo in his ears: Let's explore the area ahead later.
Before Arthur could react, heavy footsteps suddenly came from outside the pure white hall. The newcomer was a young girl who seemed to be carrying something heavy.
The king turned around with great interest. He could walk freely into the pure white hall, so he figured the person in question must be the librarian named Toyokawa Shoko.
Toyokawa Shoko stood at the entrance of the lobby, momentarily stunned.
She only recognized one and a half people in the living room.
Morgan goes without saying.
Mordred was sitting awkwardly on the sofa. Although Toyokawa Shoko hadn't said many words to her, they had at least greeted each other and become acquainted a few times.
But who is this woman dressed as a man, exuding royal majesty and standing on the spiral staircase?
Toyokawa Shoko was certain that she had never met the other person before, yet the other person gave her a feeling of being incredibly familiar.
Wait, isn't she holding two more books in her hand?
Toyokawa Shoko subconsciously took a step forward, but felt a heavy and stubborn pull from her side.
The administrator turned his head and saw the pale-skinned girl beside him slowly straightening up. Deep within her dark golden eyes, a kind of firelight, like a surging tide, was brewing.
In that instant, Toyokawa Shoko realized that the other party must be a high-ranking Ascended Being, at least at the Twilight level!
Splash, splash!
In the pure white hall, the sound of ocean waves could be heard from somewhere.
This is not a false illusion.
Toyokawa Shoko looked down and found that the blue-green lake water had covered the entire floor of the Silent Bookstore, rippling but clearly not wetting a single book.
Thump.
A heavy, muffled sound came from not far away.
Toyokawa Shoko turned her head and saw that the tavern owner was already kneeling on the ground, unable to bear the burden, and was forced to lower his head.
She looked up in astonishment and found that the stained glass windows around her were becoming brighter and brighter, and the light shining through them was becoming more and more intense, like the flames spewing from the muzzle of a gun or the terrible explosion when a heavy cannon hits its target; the edges and corners of everything in the pure white hall were becoming sharper and straighter, like a smooth road or a sharp sword blade.
She was no longer the ignorant person she once was, and could easily discern that this was an intention belonging to the Blade Principle.
Toyokawa Shoko couldn't help but cast her gaze toward the distinguished figure standing atop the spiral staircase.
The other person was standing sideways, the light shining through the window lattice draped over her like a cloak, or perhaps a magnificent royal robe.
Toyokawa Shoko was startled and terrified.
She finally remembered where this sense of familiarity came from.
The highest denomination gold pound coins and banknotes bear the profile of Albion's greatest monarch.
He is the Eternal King, Arthur.
—Arthur Pendragon!
The legendary king and his Fallen Empress are right before me!
In the legends of Albion, they represent the positive and negative aspects of the country, while the great sage Merlin is the clear boundary between them.
In other words, when they fight together against an enemy, it means that the enemy will be confronting Albion —one of the world's leading nations.
Who would be the one capable of rivaling a supreme nation and holding their own?
Call--
There was no movement observed.
Thick fog suddenly rose from the ground.
That was the clear lake water that covered the entire floor of the library, evaporating at an extremely fast speed!
Arthur's royal robes, which were entirely formed of light, began to pulsate violently, as if they were about to transform from light into fire, and from the fire, sharp points like the tip of a spear were gradually emerging.
In Toyokawa Shoko's mind, only one name remained.
Joan of Arc.
But this is not Gaul. Blanckug is, after all, located in Cornwall and belongs to Albion!
Arthur stepped lightly up the spiral staircase.
The flames that were about to rise on the surface of the royal robe became bright and sharp again, and the tip of the spear became long and straight, not like a spear, but more like the outline of a sword.
Arthur calmly reached out, as if about to draw the Sword in the Stone from his side.
The mist rising from the ground did not dissipate, but instead condensed and swirled in the air, forming dark and dense black clouds.
A faint flash of lightning streaked through the clouds, followed by a shower of translucent, bluish-green raindrops.
This time, Joan of Arc of Arc was no longer dry; her hair and the hem of her clothes were wet.
Toyokawa Shoko could even notice that the moment Joan of Arc's skin came into contact with the bluish-green rain, it gradually turned a faint blue, as if it too were about to turn into rainwater and flow into the "lake" at her feet. The same was true of her ash-like clothes, and even the hem of her clothes had begun to drip with rain.
The Fallen Empress's chilling voice drifted through the rain. "It seems that all those repeated punishments have ultimately destroyed your achievements..."
Morgan didn't know how Joan of Arc had managed to survive excommunication.
However, the opponent's position is gradually breaking down, and in the struggle of imagery, it can no longer gain the upper hand.
So in an instant, Morgan revised his plans for Joan of Arc of Arc.
Arthur happened to be there at that moment, and there was no better opportunity to take him down.
Morgan knew that Hebe valued Joan of Arc, but that did not mean she would hold back. On the contrary, it was precisely for this reason that Morgan was determined to achieve her goal in one fell swoop.
"Stop it, all of you!"
Amidst the turmoil of conflicting images, although for some reason Toyokawa Shoko remained unaffected, an even heavier burden fell upon her.
Her face flushed red, she took out the gold ring from her chest, and forced a sound from her throat, trying to stop this silent war.
But it didn't work.
Despair rose in Toyokawa Shoko's heart, and intense regret was spreading rapidly.
And that invisible power seemed to be diminishing, and the three high-level images began to gradually affect her body.
Just as her will was about to give way, a chilling and silent cold suddenly erupted from around her.
No, calling it an outbreak isn't quite accurate; it's more like a "fall."
Fall from somewhere much higher and farther away.
"Child, you did a great job."
In the instant before he was about to lose consciousness, Toyokawa Shoko saw a woman with skin like ebony, hair as white as snow, and eyes as bright as gold, calmly looking at him.
She spoke to herself in an extremely ancient language, but Toyokawa Shoko could understand her.
Everything inside the Silent Bookstore was covered with a thin, pale frost.
An atmosphere of profound silence was permeating and spreading within it.
The blue-green lake water on the ground was no longer flowing, like a frozen surface in winter.
The light shining through the glass window was no longer intense and brilliant, but rather became weak and feeble, like the pale light falling on the bedside of a dying person.
Arthur turned around. Her royal robes were still smooth and radiant, but the reflection of the Sword in the Stone had become extremely slow.
The surface of everything reflected the image of a woman with skin like ebony, hair as white as snow, and eyes as bright as gold.
— [Elegy], the guardian of Abydos, the supreme pharaoh of the Egyptian Dynasty.
Nitocris.
Joan of Arc of Arc's hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes were covered in snow. She didn't care.
Her eyebrows drooped, her head hung slightly, and her face showed a bewildered sorrow.
It looked just like a dog abandoned in the wilderness.
She maintained this expression from the moment she entered.
A voice echoed and roared endlessly in her ears.
Ismara.
"She's here."
253 My human tunnel boring machine!