Chapter 608 "Puppet Mask Secret Scripture"

Isabel stared at the darkness, and those stories floated in her heart, passing by like bubbles and phantoms.

Her consciousness became dull in the illusion, just like dreaming, unable to accurately control her thoughts.

"... Is there really a correct answer to this question?"

Such doubts emerged in her mind.

But obviously, this sentence is not an answer.

So after hesitating for a long time, Isabel still answered cautiously: "Who is the puppet face?"

"Heh."

The low laugh came: "Not good or bad.

"You have understanding, but not crazy enough; you have insight, but too sober. You are not suitable to inherit all of me. "

Just as Isabel gave the answer, a human figure appeared in the darkness.

-That was the charming and enchanting snake queen in the original story!

She was holding countless thin threads in her hands, and these countless thin threads were connected to the drooping masks.

From the very beginning, all the stories about her in the "future" were under her control.

As the thin threads in the hands of the snake queen continued to merge, the dark picture around her shrank again.

The dark and mysterious space turned into an altar in the yellow sand.

It turned out that everything around was an illusion.

Isabel suddenly realized.

There were densely packed snake people standing silently around, and each of them wore a mask on his face.

Only the one standing in front of Isabel The snake queen in front of her had no mask on her face.

——No, that's not right!

Isabel was suddenly startled.

The snake queen suddenly smiled charmingly and suddenly reached out to her own face.

The queen took off the pure white faceless mask.

Under the mask, there was another Isabel.

No snake tail, no white robe, no golden crown, and no red eye shadow.

It was another "Isabel" wearing the same clothes and having the same face as Isabel!

The only difference from herself was that the "Isabel" was wearing bright lipstick.

Her smile was still charming and full of confidence.

...What about me?

"If you were me..."

Isabel in the illusion subconsciously had doubts: "Then who am I? "

"Isabel" on the other side chuckled and put the mask on Isabel's face.

Her nails moved on Isabel's face, and the sharp nails scratched the skin, moving from Isabel's forehead to the base of her left ear. It was as if she wanted to peel off her face directly along the outline of the mask.

She whispered: "I am you...

"--You are me."

And Isabel looked down suddenly, and saw only a thick snake tail.

At that moment, Isabel felt an indescribable fear in her heart, and she suddenly took a breath and woke up suddenly.

Isabel was sweating profusely.

She raised her head suddenly and found that she was still sitting at the desk. She did not become the queen of snakes, and she had never left Avalon.

--But in her hand, the pure white faceless mask was still lying quietly. One side of the mask was stained with fresh blood, and there was also a short arc mark on the left side of Isabel's cheek that was shallowly cut by the knife.

Under Isabel's gaze, the blood-stained mask gradually began to twist and deform, and finally turned into the appearance of Isabel with her eyebrows lowered.

"Is this... a puppet mask?"

Isabel murmured in a low voice.

She imitated the appearance of the snake queen in the illusion and gently loosened the mask.

The mask fell by itself.

As it fell, an illusory thin line suddenly emerged. Connected it with Isabel's right middle finger.

At that moment, Isabel felt that she had a mysterious connection with the mask.

She looked at the corner of the study, and the two Pope's guards who looked over with some curiosity, and suddenly an idea came to her mind.

Isabel smiled and stretched out her hand to one of them and called: "Ke'er, come here."

"What do you want, Your Majesty?"

A short-haired elf girl who looked about the same age as Isabel came over.

"Try on this mask."

Isabel looked at her expectantly.

…

After Mycroft Hermes knocked on the door and got his permission, he hurried into the Queen's study with his briefcase and sat down in front of the Queen.

This carefree, fat man who looked like a fat seal seemed a little anxious at the moment.

He rubbed his scalp, which had begun to lose hair, and complained: "You should do something, Your Majesty - I think you still have to look at these documents in person, I'm not sure."

As he said that, he put his entire briefcase on the table and pushed it over.

Isabel, who was sitting opposite the desk, took the briefcase and raised her head at the same time: "Where is the thing I asked you to help me get?"

"The minister's gift is also in it - it's an elf harp."

When Mycroft spoke, Isabel had already taken out the silver-white harp.

"So beautiful!"

She couldn't help but exclaimed.

The small silver-white harp was decorated with leaves and vines. And between the leaves and vines, there were two red flowers - as deep red as roses. And they are carved entirely from a single piece of gemstone.

It also has an amber gem the size of an eyeball set on it. Near the gem is a blue and white silk ribbon.

"Anastasia, I wish you well..."

Isabel read the Elvish language.

Originally, she would probably subconsciously ask, "Who is Anastasia?" But Aiwass had already told her his experience in his dream last night.

So Isabel just sighed: "The girl's wish has been fulfilled. After all, this is the place with the most griffons in the world..."

She looked at Mycroft and comforted him: "Don't worry, Lord Hermes. I have already finished reading the tantra book, and I will deal with the backlog of documents as soon as possible."

"You have to give them some color."

Mycroft was a little dissatisfied: "Not long after Minister Aiwass left Avalon, those guys became active one by one - now the battle in the Round Table Hall is getting more intense. Or do you plan to continue to maintain the relationship between you and Aiwass Minister Wentz’s political image?”

"I can't hide it for long."

Isabel said briskly: "Let's do this for now - everything will be clear when I officially succeed to the throne. Didn't I remember you said that only the knights thought we had conflicts, and the people were spreading rumors about us? Then You can ask the newspaper to increase their intensity. As for the quarrel... let them quarrel. They always have to find someone to quarrel with, and it is better to quarrel because of funny reasons than to quarrel over unresolved issues. "

"There is no problem among the people. I would rather say that the response is quite good. As you might expect, people still prefer words that are artistic and easy to understand, rather than focusing on describing complex political struggles involving many interests. A simple and bright romantic love story - the novel you wrote anonymously, based on you and Minister Aiwass as the protagonists, has been reviewed. Without knowing your identity, several editors have given it quite good reviews. reviews, so we are preparing to start printing.

"but……"

Mycroft said, taking out a handkerchief and wiping his sweat: "My personal advice: You'd better not drink too much in public."

"...what's wrong?"

Isabel was stunned for a moment: "I remember that my grandmother often drank with the people, and everyone liked it... Is my image not close enough to the people? Or do I look too young and not old enough to drink?"

"Oh, that's not the case. The main reason is that you have never had the habit of drinking before, and as soon as Minister Aiwass left, you started drinking every day."

Mycroft smiled bitterly and wiped his sweat again: "Now the folklore is that you had a quarrel with Minister Aiwass, so he left Avalon in anger and went to Star Antimony to find Miss Aleister; And you drink to drown your sorrows every day, and you even accidentally said something like, 'If you drink too much, you can see Aiwass'..."

Isabel's scalp felt numb for a while: "What and what are these..."

She thought about it for a long time with a tangled expression on her face, but she didn't think of how she should refute the rumors.

"...Forget it, it doesn't matter. Anyway, when Aiwass comes back, everything will be clear."

Isabel smacked her lips and gave up her random thoughts.

Compared with these things, it is better to pray a few more words to Aiwass - maybe the Silver Crown Dragon will hear it!

She raised her head and smiled at Mycroft: "By the way, do you see anything weird about me?"

"...Did you cast any illusions?"

Mycroft immediately guessed why Isabel asked.

But although he guessed Isabel's motive, he raised his head and looked at it carefully. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head: "It's hard to see, at least there is no obvious violation. Or, you can be more careful. ? Which part should be observed for the sense of disobedience? ”

"To put it more carefully..."

Isabel said, reaching out to touch her face.

Then, she took off her mask.

Under the mask is a short-haired elf girl nicknamed "Ke'er".

Her appearance, temperament, clothes, height, and hairstyle all changed at the same time.

Kerr waved generously to Mycroft and showed a cheerful smile that was completely different from Isabel's.

At this time, Isabel pushed open the closet door and jumped out of the study closet.

"...can you notice that she is not me?"

Isabel continued the previous sentence and asked.

Mycroft was stunned when he saw this.

Seeing the true astonishment on his face, the corners of Isabel's mouth raised slightly.

She smiled happily: "Then please run back later... and take this mask to the Candlestick Cathedral and deliver it to Aiwass.

"——Don't worry, I will handle these documents properly, please."

"...As you command, Your Majesty the Queen."

Mycroft stood up helplessly and saluted.

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