Chapter 637 (1/2)

”Where's Mata?”

Margaret III received news that Mackay, Donne, Sean and others had been assassinated. Her first reaction was to ask the whereabouts of Martha XIII.

”His royal highness, he is going to visit your excellency Merlin.” A court official bowed respectfully to Margaret III.

”Merlin?” Margaret III took hold of heilinger's killing and said coldly, ”what's the matter with Merlin?”

”Mr. Merlin, it seems... To have been influenced by the crown.” The court official lowered his head, squinted, and looked carefully at the tips of Marguerite III's shoes.

Margaret III pressed her lips hard.

”The influence under the crown” is a curse. It is a curse that must be borne by those who have gained the power of hedra.

Just like herself

In the past decade or so, she has abandoned the government and devoted herself to being an ordinary cook in the old grandmother's tavern. Of course, some things happened 18 years ago, but it is also directly related to her being influenced by the ”crown”.

Under the crown, Hellinger, symbol of chaos and depravity, Lord of destruction and greed.

If you get his power, you must bear his confused thinking.

Especially... Hedra has nine heads, and you have only one.

”Poor Merlin, I hope he can hold on.” Marguerite III sighed: ”well, Mr. medega, please look after the house of claustrophobia. It seems that I can only do it myself.”

She turned her mouth and laughed coldly: ”Joe killed George... Whether he did it or not, but it's a beautiful thing. So, this is the Revenge of the ice sea Kingdom on us? ”

”They've killed a prince, so they're killing our royal family?” Margaret Sans shook her head as like as two peas. ”Oh, it's really my good sister. Her thoughts are exactly the same as mine.”

She waved her hand fiercely: ”don't let me catch them... Otherwise, the people who do it, I will take them to feed the snake...”

As it all happened, Mata XIII, led by Merlin's two sons, entered Merlin's bedroom.

In the bedroom, Merlin lay quietly on her bed without making any noise.

However, occasionally, a stream of snake shaped black air came out from his eyebrows, rushed more than ten feet high, and hit the ceiling of the room severely. Then, there was a ”hissing” whine.

It's chilly in the room. In the air, there is undercurrent surging, wave after wave washing everyone's body.

Confused consciousness, mixed will, strange and evil gibberish reverberate in the air.

Martha XIII's body shook.

Around him, Merlin's children and grandchildren only showed a trace of pain, and Mata XIII was particularly affected. His body seemed to be suppressed by a mountain. As he walked step by step to Merlin's bed, his steps fell on the carpet in the room, and the carpet under his feet was shattered, revealing deep footprints.

”Merlin, my old friend.” He reached for Meilin's dry, cold palm and said, ”finally, this day... You...”

Mata XIII roared and retreated.