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.”

somewhat stiff

“Okay.”

towards the cabin and took

there,” Edwards said as he looked at the Invisible Servant that

his expression was stiff and

the periphery of the forest, Bernadette responded using the Invisible Servant to make her

1.9 meters tall, and he looked rather thin. He carried his axe and

along

immediately controlled the Invisible Servant and made

Servant ask, “Uncle Edwards, what were you worshiping in the

didn’t turn his head as he maintained the

“His Majesty.”

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

she continued asking without any emotion, “Uncle William and the others

he kept his back towards the Invisible Servant and the

“No.”

though he was thinking of

don’t know what they

eyes narrowed slightly as though she could see some changes

more questions as she made the Invisible Servant silently follow Edwards. Amidst the dark-green, towering trees and the black, sharp shrubs, they headed for the island’s mountain

minutes,

from dense to sparse until there was

of meters tall. It was covered by dark-green trees that were almost black

Edward and Bernadette was mostly without vegetation—half

the middle of the mountain, a pitch-black mausoleum stood

portion of it had signs of man-made constructions

the common pyramid. Instead, it looked more like a towering mountain. It wasn’t exactly

or perhaps Edwards had cleaned the area, its surface was void

the Eyes of Mystery Prying. She saw the heavy thirty-meter-tall stone door

“Civil Code” that was created by

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

had seen in the Tudor ruins. It had the majesticness

out of the primitive forest and passing through the invisible boundary, they arrived near the mausoleum.

body and aimed his pale face and cold eyes at the Invisible Servant.

will interrupt the

before using

the sea became extremely deep, like the surface of the sea before

lost focus as her vision

secrets of the River of Fate and making

mottled table and increased the probability of her success. He then prepared himself to resist the corruption of the

wasn’t necessary, because Bernadette had a

right hand the next

white as snow. Her lips turned as

illusory, ancient mirror

her fairytale magic. Bernadette had used it to

“saw” a

and solemn dark mausoleum visibly shook as

huge black arm stretched out

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