Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1302

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 neck

“Okay.”

the cabin and

he looked at the Invisible Servant that normally couldn’t

this process, his expression was stiff and

Bernadette responded using the Invisible Servant to make her hoarse voice echo

he looked rather thin. He carried his axe and walked behind the

careful along the

controlled the Invisible Servant and made it follow

another, Bernadette suddenly made the Invisible Servant ask, “Uncle Edwards, what were

as he maintained the same

“His Majesty.”

pricked up

Servant, she continued asking without any emotion, “Uncle William and

but he kept his back towards the Invisible Servant and the

“No.”

slowed down as though he was thinking of

know what they

slightly as though she could see some changes

Amidst the dark-green, towering trees and

four or five minutes,

dense to sparse until there was nothing. Instead, the towering trees suddenly disappeared

that were almost black in color. From afar, it was almost

and Bernadette was mostly without

a pitch-black mausoleum stood there

signs of man-made constructions

didn’t look like the common pyramid. Instead, it looked more like a towering

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

symbols engraved on the mausoleum through the Eyes of Mystery Prying. She saw the heavy thirty-meter-tall

Code” that was created by her father, the

who was above the gray fog, was completely certain that this was the last mausoleum left behind by Emperor

he had seen in the Tudor ruins. It had

the primitive forest and passing through the invisible boundary,

and aimed his pale face and cold eyes at the Invisible Servant. He said without any change in his voice, “Don’t go

will interrupt

using the Eyes of Mystery Prying to

eyes that resembled the sea became extremely deep, like the surface of the sea before a

lost focus as her vision

River of Fate

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

necessary, because Bernadette had

her right hand the

as white as snow. Her lips turned as red as blood, and

ancient mirror

White of her fairytale magic. Bernadette had used it to enhance the success rate and accuracy

she “saw” a

majestic and solemn dark mausoleum visibly shook as the tall, heavy stone door

black arm stretched out from the

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