Chapter 1302 The Scene in the Prophecy

Bernadette fell silent for two seconds before replying through the Invisible Servant:

“Uncle Edwards, why are you here?”

She used the way she addressed him when she was young to reduce the chances of an accident.

Her voice reverberated in the surrounding air with the Invisible Servant as a conduit. It was dry, dull, and completely different from normal.

Edwards’s face was pale. It was as if he had just crawled out of the grave without any warmth.

“I don’t know either.

“When I woke up, I discovered that I had returned to this island.

“This might be my destiny. A destiny of guarding His Majesty.”

He paused with every word he said, but he didn’t give the impression that he was out of breath. It seemed like he hadn’t spoken for a long time, so much so that his throat was “rusty.” He wasn’t used to speaking.

Without waiting for Bernadette’s further inquiries, the knight, who was famous across the continent more than a hundred years ago, added with a flat tone, “His Majesty’s mausoleum is nearby.

“I’ve been guarding this place, waiting for ‘Him’ to revive.

“But after so many years, the mausoleum has never changed.

“There haven’t been any signs of a resurrection.”

Bernadette made the invisible servant look around and said, “This log cabin is where you live?”

Edwards’s exposed skin was slightly shriveled. It matched the aging spots he originally had. His voice was low and hoarse as he answered, “That’s right.

“I used the surrounding trees to make materials to build this cabin.”

Bernadette’s Invisible Servant looked in the direction where she had come from.

“Uncle William and the others aren’t with you?”

Edwards’s cold, wooden eyes moved.

“They have long been corrupted and are dead.

“Although they’ve come back to life, they’re more like monsters. They aren’t their former selves.

“Your Highness, you must be wary of them and avoid them.

“Do not trust anyone but Benjamin and me.”

Bernadette fell silent for a while before asking through the Invisible Servant:

“Where’s my father’s mausoleum? I want to take a look.”

stiff

“Okay.”

the cabin and took out a rusted

you there,” Edwards said as he looked at the Invisible Servant that normally couldn’t be

expression was stiff and

the Invisible Servant to make her hoarse voice echo in

axe and walked behind the log cabin before saying in a

careful along the

and made it follow the

suddenly made the Invisible Servant ask, “Uncle Edwards, what were you worshiping in the empty space from

his head as he maintained

“His Majesty.”

the Invisible Servant, Bernadette immediately pricked up her brows. She took nearly

the Invisible Servant, she continued asking without any

kept his back towards the Invisible Servant and

“No.”

though he

don’t know what they

could

made the Invisible Servant silently follow Edwards. Amidst the dark-green, towering trees and

five minutes, the trees up ahead

was nothing.

a mountain that was hundreds of meters tall. It was covered by dark-green trees that

Bernadette was mostly without vegetation—half of the mountain had been

of the mountain, a pitch-black mausoleum stood there with a majestic

signs of man-made constructions and polishing. It truly expounded on what

looked more like a towering mountain. It wasn’t exactly symmetrical,

surroundings, or perhaps Edwards had cleaned the area, its surface was void of weeds, nor was it covered with vines commonly

and symbols engraved on the mausoleum through the Eyes of Mystery Prying.

as either the “Civil Code” that was

it, Klein, who was above the gray fog, was completely certain that this was the last mausoleum left

Tudor ruins. It had the majesticness and “distortion” traits

out of the primitive forest and passing through

the Invisible Servant.

interrupt the

for two seconds before using

blue eyes that resembled the sea became extremely deep,

clearly lost focus

the secrets of the River of Fate and making a prophecy for what would happen

the probability of her success. He then prepared himself to resist the corruption of

Bernadette had a Grade 0

raised her right

as snow. Her lips turned as red as blood, and her hair was as black as

mirror appeared in

Bernadette had used

“saw”

mausoleum visibly shook as the tall, heavy stone

arm stretched out

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