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.”

took a step towards the cabin and took out a rusted black

as he looked at the Invisible Servant that normally couldn’t be

this process, his expression

using the Invisible Servant to make her hoarse

carried his axe and walked behind the log cabin before saying in a

along the

the Invisible Servant and

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

didn’t turn his head as he

“His Majesty.”

two kilometers behind him and the Invisible Servant, Bernadette immediately pricked

she continued asking without any emotion, “Uncle

towards the Invisible Servant and the Eyes

“No.”

slowed down as though he was thinking

don’t know what

slightly as though she could see some changes

follow Edwards. Amidst the dark-green, towering trees and the black, sharp shrubs, they headed for the island’s

just four or five minutes,

sparse until there was nothing.

line was a mountain that was hundreds of meters tall. It was covered by dark-green trees that were almost black in color.

facing Edward and Bernadette was mostly without vegetation—half of

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

of it had signs of man-made constructions

it looked more like a towering mountain.

the mausoleum itself had influenced its surroundings, or perhaps Edwards had cleaned the area, its surface

Bernadette to see the various texts and symbols engraved on the mausoleum through the Eyes of Mystery Prying. She saw the

“Civil Code” that was created by her father, the new social trends that he had established, or even some design drafts

above the gray fog, was completely certain

the mausoleum he had seen in the Tudor ruins. It

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

eyes at the Invisible Servant. He said

interrupt the

using the Eyes of Mystery Prying to lock onto the

became extremely deep, like the surface of

lost focus as her

prying into the secrets of the River of Fate and

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

latter wasn’t necessary, because Bernadette had a

right hand

skin instantly turned as white as snow. Her lips turned as red as blood, and her hair

mirror

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

she “saw”

majestic and solemn dark mausoleum visibly shook as the tall,

huge black arm stretched out from the

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