When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 936 Libra Crown
The mercury mirror imported by Fran reflected the wolf girl's cold face.

Sitting upright in the soft-backed chair, Shilov combed her hair absentmindedly.

She was still thinking about the conversation she had with Horne a few days ago.

She thought it would be her mother, Seraphim, but surprisingly it was not.

According to information from the Priory of the Balance, although Serfaye's status is not high, he is at least a fourth-generation vampire.

The sorceress in front of him was just a low-level vampire servant who was not much higher than Afu's level.

Although she was disappointed, she thought about it carefully and felt that it was reasonable.

Serfaye is such a proud vampire, would she be so humble as to work for Genegis, a mortal king with the second-stage breathing method?
Or is it the low-level and tasteless method used by Blood Knight and Xia Lure to poison?
“…According to the interrogation results, she was Serfaye’s maid, and she followed her all the way from the Flesh and Blood Court to the Empire.

The Blue Bee Dynasty is not as pious and honest as it seems. It has been having affairs with the royal court since the second generation of kings, and even continued to research the immortality wine that led to the downfall of the Goldsparrow Dynasty.

The Blood Knight should be the by-product of the Eternal Life Wine.

As for where Serfaye is going...if the alchemist is not lying, he should be back to the Flesh Court."

Thinking back to what Horn said at that time, Shilov looked at her expressionless face in the mirror and stopped combing her hair.

My mother went to the Flesh and Blood Court, and the clues to the Star-Forged Gears were interrupted again.

Then the only way out is probably the old dragon Cynthia under the city of Tiannv.

Although Cynthia swore that she would never hurt Shilov, how could Shilov go by herself?
She tried for three years but couldn't get out of the Mechanical Palace.

Every time I stood at the edge of the door, I could feel as if my legs were being cut open and severed.

But in fact, the Mechanical Palace did not use any means to prevent her from leaving. In Horn's words, the pain was physical.

But from her initial ambition, she has now completely stopped trying.

She can't get out.

Maybe there is nothing wrong with staying in the Mechanical Palace. There is just a bigger Mechanical Palace outside.

As for the Star-Forged Gears, with the Dreamless Witch's dream divination and differential machine, they will be developed sooner or later.

Yes, that's it.

Taking a deep breath, Shilov forced a fake smile at herself in the mirror.

At least she has overcome her obstacles and can make many expressions.

Looking at her fake smile in the mirror, Horn's figure suddenly flashed through her mind. Where is he now?
It is now 11 o'clock in the morning. According to the schedule, a brief introduction meeting will start at 9 o'clock.

At noon, I had lunch at the Mechanical Palace and met with Shilov. In the afternoon, I took the witches to visit the Holy Mechanical Palace.

Tomorrow is the official start date of the Miracle Sisters Conference.

The venue is the Holy See Building.

Shilov still couldn't attend.

The scene of Horn mingling with a bunch of witch sisters emerged in his mind. The tip of his tail that was originally raised softened, his ears drooped, and the fake smile on his face disappeared.

"Ugh--"

Although Shilov herself didn't see it, the helpless and lonely expression on her face at that moment was extremely anthropomorphic.

After sitting in front of the mirror for a long time, Shilov seemed to have thought of something.

She combed her hair in no time and picked up a box from the dressing table.

When he opened the wooden box, he found two pairs of artificial legs with a metallic luster inside.

This pair was designed by Leonardo and Shilov themselves and handcrafted by the dwarf Grandmaster Dunak.

The main body of the prosthetic leg is a dark gold mithril mixed with brass frame, and the surface is etched with intricate vine patterns.

Dozens of gear joints meshed together, and the precise internal gear sets visible to the naked eye were connected by devices made of golden wool, spider silk and leather.

A spiral clockwork device is embedded in the tibia, which drives the energy storage after being wound up. Theoretically, with Shilov's level of magic power, she can jump three to five meters high.

Looking at the prosthetic leg in the box, the wolf girl's tail swung happily again.

"Afu, come and help me."

After fastening the belt of her prosthetic leg, the wolf girl stood up with the help of Ah Fu's arm and walked around the room shakily.

After walking two or three laps, Shilov sat back in the wheelchair contentedly, although she was just walking and could not yet control her running and jumping.

But she has become more and more skilled. The next time she sees Horn, she will suddenly stand up and scare him.

Thinking of Horn's horrified expression, the wolf girl's tail swung faster.

As soon as Horn was mentioned, he arrived. The wolf girl just thought of Horn when there was a knock on the door: "Your Highness Shiloh, His Majesty has something urgent to discuss with you."

It is better to do it today than to wait for another day. Shilov quickly covered her thighs with a blanket and pushed the wheelchair out the door.

The garden in front of the Mechanical Palace was bright and sunny, decorated with colorful flags, and the long white tables snatched from the nobles were filled with cream cakes, black tea and coffee.

If nothing else, Holy Union has plenty of sugar and spice.

As for sweets, witches all love them.

When she came to the red banner with white letters that read "Welcome Miracle Sisters from all over the world to visit the Mechanical Palace", Shilov saw Horn waiting with his hands behind his back, and Senius and Novia who were accompanying him.

"Your Majesty, can't you handle so many witches by yourself?"

Hearing Shilov's joking words, Horn turned around, his frown relaxed, and he smiled: "Indeed, I have something to talk to you about."

"what's up?"

Horn took out a crown with intricate patterns carved on it and handed it to Shilov, saying, "This was taken off the head of Jinigis."

Senius on the side explained: "This is called the Libra Crown. It is a national treasure of the Kingdom of Leia. It can be traced back to the Seven Hills Kingdom period."

It turned out to be an ancient artifact related to the Kingdom of Seven Hills. Shilov pricked up her ears and immediately forgot about the task that scared Horn.

As soon as she held the crown, she felt her palm sink. This thin crown was much heavier than she had imagined.

She was just stroking the crown, but she felt inexplicably a little irritated.

Horn then said, “I also felt something was wrong with this crown when I held it in my hand, so I asked the wizards and alchemists to test it.

They were unable to destroy the crown, which seemed to be made of some alchemical material or something like white crystal steel.

I always felt something was wrong, so I sent it to you. Please help me figure out what's going on."

The wolf girl fiddled with the crown for a while, but shook her head: "I took it to the tower for testing this afternoon. I can't tell what it is just by looking at it... Is this the crown of the Sword Clan?"

"You actually knew that?" Senius opened his eyes wide.

Shilov felt that she was looked down upon: "Of course I know, I know everything about Al.

The seven crowns of the Seven Hills Kingdom were combined by the Kingdom of Pastoral Light of El to form a crown of the El Empire.

Later, the Aiel Empire collapsed, and the three crowns stacked together became the triple crown, which was given to the Pope.

Leia, Norn, and Faran each received one as their crown."

"Three plus three equals six, so what about the other one?" Novia couldn't help but ask when she saw everyone else nodding.

The wolf girl pointed to the west and said, "The Aiel Council preserved a crown as the empire, but it was taken away by the Flesh King's Court during the Hundred Years' War."

Novia followed Shilov's finger and looked towards the western sky.

Horn patted Shilov's shoulder and said, "Then I'll leave this matter to you."

"Okay, I'll give you a preliminary report before the evening at the latest."

"Okay, then I..."

While the two were talking, Novia suddenly interrupted them loudly: "What is that?"

Horn raised his head and looked to the west. He frowned. What was that black spot?
The next second, there was a whistling sound as if a cannonball broke through the air, and Horn's battlefield instincts, which he had trained over the years, immediately sounded the alarm.

"Dodge!"

Horn picked up the wolf girl from the wheelchair and rushed under the long table.

Horn's action was correct, because almost the moment he hid behind the long table, floor tiles and gravel flew everywhere.

The huge airflow and impact swept through, knocking the cakes and snacks on the table to the ground.

Amid the sharp sound of copper whistles, groups of royal guards and loyal Chekas poured in from various small and large doors, and the clockwork cannons on the turrets on the wall slowly turned.

The dust raised by the footsteps was trembling.

Shrouded in smoke and dust, a dark shadow gradually emerged.

A red one-piece sword, white glowing feathers, and a halo suspended above the head.

An Aire-style toga robe covered her marble-white body, revealing a face as exquisite as a sculpture.

The pointed ears were not the fake ears made of wood and leather by the Aiel people of the Empire.

"Angel?"

(End of this chapter)