172 It’s Only Moonligh (2/2)
The light shone onto the long sword and pierced into the darkness underground. This was the resonance with Avalon's enchantment directly from the heart of the Westminster Palace—the strength from god attracted by the Elizabeth Tower. Any power that came from outside the enchantment would be forced away, regardless of whether it was a natural catastrophe or Satan!
The moment the light fell onto the blade, the sword roared like a dragon. The roar resounded in the moonlight, awakening everyone in the underground palace with the Royal Musician's emblem from their stupor. The dazed men finally regained their sanity.
Drenched in sweat, they gaped at each other. No one knew what had just happened. They could only remember that they were sleeping in peace and could have slept for eternity.
Soon, the search began once again. This time, there was no more struggle. The demons were still dreaming and were killed one at a time. The power in the blood ritual was completely eradicated. It would never be an obstacle again.
Finally, they broke through the door of the final laboratory to search for the culprit, but the room was empty. The prepared Royal Musicians exchanged glances awkwardly, not knowing what had happened. Holmes, the Professor, and the illusionary music…had all disappeared.
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The pure white moon hung in the sky, radiating with cool light and illuminating the world. The abnormal strength had vanished, but it was still so beautiful and dazzling.
”If this is the case, its power will be isolated outside the enchantment. A phenomenon from resonating with the Originator won't last for long. It'll dissipate in a short while. There's no need to worry,” the Round Table Knight said as she sheathed her sword, but Jerome was still worried.
”Knight Galahad, thank you for your aid.” He saluted the knight.
”It is my duty.” The knight known as Galahad returned the salute. ”Even if I didn't act, you wouldn't be afraid, right?”
Jerome shook his head with a bitter smile. He did not know how to start. Looking up at the heart-stopping beautiful moon, he asked quietly, ”Do you know what this strange moonlight is?”
”Moonlight?” Galahad was silent for a while, as if she had sighed. ”It's just moonlight.”
It was moonlight from the past.
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”The moon above the ocean, long time no see.” In the cemetery, the Shaman gazed up at the sky. He did not fear the demonic power at all. ”Ye Lanzhou's symphony of predestination…After a decade, it's still so impressive.”
”Is this really only the overture?” Ghosthand gazed blankly at the moon. He felt as if his soul would assimilate with the moonlight, and quickly tore his gaze away.
”Yes, it's only the overture. He had used this to break through the Distortion level and possess the Scepter of the School of Mind. He had this unmatched instrument and shook the world with his charm. If not for his sensitive status, he could've placed amongst the saints.”
The Shaman lowered his eyes and gazed at the dirt under his feet. Seeing the moonlight shine onto the dirt, his eyes grew melancholy.
”Sadly, he trusted the wrong person…”
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Under the same moon, some were melancholic while others cheered in excitement.
”As expected of the moon above the ocean! You didn't let me down!” In the clock shop, Hermes gazed at the moon contently. His expression was spirited as he watched the drama without caring for the consequences. ”And so, months of riots can finally end with a beautiful period tonight. Congratulations!”
Hermes was so happy he wanted to celebrate with a bottle of champagne—no, he really did open a bottle. The fragrant smell of wine burst into the air. It must have been a name brand. But unfortunately, Bai Xi was not into it. She looked at Hermes with doubtful eyes.
”Is everything really over?” she asked.
”Of course.” Hermes nodded. ”The Shaman won, the parliament lost, and the Blood Path's sign is shattered. Even the 'moon above the ocean' was brought out. Are there still any problems left unsolved?”
”Yeah, there is.” Bai Xi gazed at him and asked coldly, ”Who was the one that said he has the key to the Blood Path and got everyone on his trail?”
”Of course it's me!” Hermes pointed at himself and praised himself matter-of-factly. ”Think about it. Other than me, the Trader who never lies, who else in Avalon could make everyone believe that the Shaman came back for the Blood Path and that the key was on that kid?”
And so the coldness in Bai Xi's eyes intensified. ”You want to kill him?”
”No, of course not! Bai Xi, you've wronged me. Why do you always think of me as the bad guy? How can you be like this to your teacher?” Hermes shook his head sadly and pretended to sigh, but there was no sadness in his eyes. Instead, he propped a foot on the counter and downed half his bottle of champagne. Wine trickled from the corner of his mouth and stained his collar, but he did not care.
Wiping his mouth, he continued, ”To be honest, I think of highly of that kid! After all, I was friends with his dad. I've watched him grow up all these years. Even if he was thousands of miles away in Luther, I was still caring for him…
”Don't think that I'm always so crazy. I just wish he could wake up one day and break through the Barrier of Knowledge, perform his symphony of predestination, raise his soul, become a saint, defeat Bach and become the best musician in the world!
”But he's slow and never improves. It was making me impatient, so I had to give him some pressure.” Hermes shrugged, his face innocent. ”Look, everyone has to be forced. Look how powerful he is now. He's almost Avalon's new legend!”
Bai Xi gazed at him blankly. Disgust was in her face. ”You just do this for fun, right?”
”Aha, I can't believe I'm like that in your mind. It makes me so sad. I'm the Trader, the one who never lies.” Hermes burst into laughter. He tossed his head back and finished the champagne in one shot. However, he did not say the second half of his sentence: After all, hasn't the key to the Blood Path always been in his hands?