703 The Black Box of His Royal Highness the Prince (1/2)

Late at night, on one of the islands surrounding Avalon, namely Island No. 6, it was totally silent, and not even the chirping of birds could be heard. After martial law was declared, no more signs of any activity could be found here once night had fallen. Only the power armors of the patrol unit hummed in a low tone. In the darkness, sentries silently looked around. Dozens of detection enchantments enveloped the island, thoroughly monitoring everything.

The island, which was the largest around Avalon, had been given to Ye Qingxuan as his fief. Although it was very close to the capital of the country, he was allowed to station military troops capable of subverting Avalon within a few hours here.

Not to mention the headquarters of the Fifth Division, the Net of Aether Development Authority of Stein Chamber No. 6 led and established by Newton himself, as well as the order of the Chainsaw Fraternity, were both located here. Ye Qingxuan even stationed the largest military power under him, the Religious Court of Inquiry, here.

All this while, God knew how many people secretly spoke ill of Ye Qingxuan. They accused him of having a wolfish nature and harboring wild ambitions and lamented that the country was in peril.

For such a heinous crime that would have obviously resulted in the offender being sentenced to death by hanging on the Gate of Traitors, to everyone's surprise, Her Majesty the Empress only charged him a fine of six hundred pounds of black gold, and casually dropped the subject.

In light of Her Majesty delegating him more and more power as if she couldn't care less, it was no wonder that many regarded Ye Qingxuan as the shadow emperor of Anglo.

In fact, just like how Avalon was the core of Anglo, the island was Ye Qingxuan's most important asset. God knew how many checkpoints and look-out posts were there both within and outside the island, and how many covert underground buildings were dug in secret.

Even in the day, the island was shrouded in thick fog. No one knew what was going on or how many people were on the island. Even the transportation of resources such as construction materials and food into and out of the island was never seen, and no one could use the number of resources as a gauge.

The speculation about the island was even more diverse.

”It's a black box, with the cat of His Royal Highness hiding within.” Once, a drunk Tristan gave an odd smile when others beat about the bush trying to get an answer out of him. ”Before you see it, no one cares whether you live or die. But after you open the box, it would be determined by the cat of His Royal Highness.”

Since then, the term 'the black box of His Royal Highness the Prince' became popular among the upper society of Avalon and gained everyone's approval.

Everyone except for Old Phil.

Meanwhile, at the moment, in the black box in the middle of the night, Ye Qingxuan stood on top of a hill, gazing at the dark clouds above him, which were gradually drifting here from afar.

The night wind was cold, but it brought a faint heat along. Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath and sneezed, mucus dripping out of his nose. Flustered, he quickly wiped it off and coughed twice. ”A burning smell is coming from the south.”

The cloud from Asgard had drifted over, shrouding Avalon, just like a presage of war. In the short span of just one month, Asgard's action of burning its bridges in preparation for war had made the entire West somewhat chaotic.

Anglo, bearing the brunt, included.

”What time is it?” Ye Qingxuan rubbed his hands together and breathed out a puff of cold air.

Behind Ye Qingxuan, Lola's voice came from the empty space, ”Two o'clock in the morning.”

Ye Qingxuan nodded. ”Soon.” As he said so, a sound that resembled the rumble of an iron whale came from above him. As if some stars were ignited, the dark clouds were illuminated. Along with the rumbling whistle, horrible flares of light traveled through the clouds, moving downwards, stirring up a hurricane. The iron cloud of war was torn apart, revealing only a small part of the behemoth.

A metallic gleam was hanging high above the sky.

It was the Mountain of Nomadism.

Huge searchlights shone, illuminating Ye Qingxuan. As the hurricane swept, his hair fluttered, like flowing mercury. Under the instruction of the musicians and the lights on the ground, a huge gap opened up in the smooth ground, revealing the complex steel frame within and deep darkness.

In the depths of the darkness were specks of light, and one could vaguely see musicians running about near the huge landing platform. It was the actual reason why Mary fined him 600 pounds of black gold.

Anywhere within a thousand miles from Avalon was within the radiation range of the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth, it was impossible for Mary to not know what happened on the island. But she did not expect that right after she gave Ye Qingxuan the island, the *sshole hollowed the whole island out. If she did not fine him some money as a warning, the fella's reckless actions would sooner or later blow the whole island up into the sky.

The huge Mountain of Nomadism slowly sunk into the open ground. But at the exact moment, it touched the tracks on the ground, the armored knight on the deck leaped over the railing, soared across the distance of several meters, and landed in front of Ye Qingxuan.

The knight's armor still had bloodstains that hadn't been washed off completely on it and looked murderous and fierce. But as the heavy helmet was removed, the bald head and half of a metal skull beneath were revealed.

The clergy, who was so old that it made one wonder how had he not breathed his last, smiled at Ye Qingxuan. Presenting himself before the Grand Inquisitor, the old man went down on one knee.

”Welcome back, Shi Dong.” Ye Qingxuan reached out and helped the old man up from the ground, shaking his head, and sighed. ”You have become a lot older yet again.”

Shi Dong walked out of the opened suit of power armor and sat down on the wheelchair that had been pushed over quite some time ago. He heard Ye Qingxuan's voice and gave a laugh that sounded like broken bellows.

”One won't feel itchier when one already has plenty of lice. I'm already so old, why would I care about becoming even older?”