Whether it's the headquarters of the Purification chanism, the Perpetual Motion Pump, or the Black Mountain Hospital, they all have a clear location as their base, but Lorenzo still has no clue about this part regarding the Cleaners. They are so mysterious, existing as a backup plan for the Purification chanism, and also in charge of the eerie Anti-.
It can be said that with the blessing of the Anti-'s power, they can completely make everyone forget their existence and carry out those extrely confidential tasks.
"I don't know, according to the rules, I can't know either, after all, one of their purposes is to oversee us," Arthur shook his head and said.
The arrival of the two did not attract much attention, as Lorenzo initially thought the Royal Family mbers would look at him, but most of them just stared at the bright do like the dead, without any reaction.
The muscles of their bodies were atrophied, clinging to the bones, their complexion pale like patients who had lost blood, and each pair of eyes carried despair, beneath which their souls were muddy.
Such mummies were countless, seemingly lying in wheelchairs for too long, like infants in swaddling clothes, curled up within steel.
Children were still innocently playing and running, not understanding why adults always scolded them, while the adults desperately gazed at the do, fully aware of their fate. They were human, yet forever imprisoned here by the King's Curse.
Lorenzo's heart suddenly cooled. Rather than saying this was the dwelling place of the Royal Family, it was more like their graveyard.
Everyone here was protected by the Anti-, forgotten by the world, and unable to leave because of the King's Curse. Perhaps from birth to death, they had never seen the outside world.
Their world was only this large, and the aning of their lives was simply to live, nothing more.
"Let's go, the Queen should be there."
Arthur pointed to the end of the grassy field, where there was also a large door, its destination unknown.
Lorenzo followed him forward, but his gaze lingered on the faces of these people, unable to look away.
"Who... are you?"
Suddenly, a voice stopped Lorenzo. It was a little girl wearing a white dress. She had been chasing and playing with others but stopped when she saw Lorenzo.
Her eyes were filled with curiosity, and an undisguised joy was on her face.
"Are you... from outside?"
The girl said as she walked toward Lorenzo. On this forgotten land, there were hardly any outsiders.
"What is the outside like?"
She asked excitedly, her eyes shining. At this mont, her playmates also ran over, looking curiously at the two outsiders, Lorenzo and Arthur.
Lorenzo looked at the girl's face, filled with a strange emotion inside.
He found it laughable; the so-called Victoria Royal Family at this mont seed like a joke.
Though part of the Royal Family of Ingwig, they appeared like living dead imprisoned, where power and glory were aningless to these people. They were even less free than prisoners, who at least had seen the beauty of the world.
A child stumbled and fell, breaking the silence. The girls exclaid, eyes filled with fear, and the boy slowly climbed up, only to find a scratch on his wrist. Though the injury wasn't serious, blood flowed continuously.
He cried out in terror.
The attendants skillfully picked up the dical kit and rushed over, tending to the child's wound on the spot, but the child's cries did not stop. Such cries seed to disturb others, and the living dead lowered their heads slightly, moving their gaze from the unreachable sky to this eternal cage, and then they all began to cry.
This strange transformation made Lorenzo feel a discomfort, and Arthur patted Lorenzo at this mont.
"Don't look, we have things to do."
Arthur had seen such a sight before, having felt the sa emotions as Lorenzo, but he could change nothing.
"Hmm..."
Lorenzo responded with difficulty, the boy's blood covering him, staining the pure white collar blood red.
These children were all mbers of the Royal Family, all tornted by the King's Curse. With age, these children would eventually beco living dead in wheelchairs.
"Let go of !"
A miserable howl echoed, and an old man struggled violently in his wheelchair. Years of confinent had completely atrophied his muscles, his limbs powerless, able only to writhe painfully, then fell from his wheelchair. He bit into a mouthful of grass, reaching out with thin hands, clawing at the ground, dragging his body towards the door.
All of this was in vain; he couldn't leave when young, and even less so when old.
Arthur sighed powerlessly, though Owes was dead, now Arthur sowhat understood the child's madness. Born in such despair, Owes finally escaped the cage, only to die outside. Such an end should have been his deepest desire.
Lorenzo couldn't bear to watch anymore; he withdrew his gaze, beca indifferent again, and walked with Arthur towards the end of the grass field.
The road ahead beca much simpler. Walking inside this mausoleum-like building, they took an elevator descending into darkness. Even Arthur was unsure of his location.
Despite being the head of the Purification chanism, though he had also been to the Royal Domain, he never knew there was such a vast underground building here. The Victoria Royal Family had bypassed themselves to create these, so who made them? The Cleaners beyond their control?
Arthur couldn't understand, and the descent lasted for nearly ten minutes. In the long silence, both felt the elevator would send them into the Abyss.
Fortunately, it eventually stopped, leading to an even darker corridor. Exiting the corridor, they t Queen Victoria.
It was a scene reminiscent of theatre, a beam of light pierced the infinite darkness, illuminating the queen in the dark. She sat at a long table, seemingly waiting for them for a long ti, while all other places remained a blurry darkness.
The distance was a bit far, Lorenzo and Arthur walked a long way to reach the long table. On their way, they didn't stray off, as Lorenzo used his Demon Hunter sight to realize this was a suspended bridge. Straying off would an falling into the darkness, and how deep it went, he couldn't see.
Staring intently, it seed they were in a massive underground void, vaguely perceiving so sharp edges, chanical structures, but more than that, Lorenzo couldn't see.
At the sa ti, Lorenzo sensed a bizarre sensation, recalling his recent peeping — if he didn't carefully think, Lorenzo struggled to rember the scene... Even though it happened just now, he quickly forgot it.
"Is this place protected by an Anti-?"
Lorenzo and Arthur sat down along the edge of the long table.
"Yes, this can be considered the core of secrecy, so naturally it has various protections," the queen nodded, affirming Lorenzo's words.
"Mr. Hols, your will is astoundingly strong. In fact, if it were soone else, like Arthur, he might not even notice, while those without ntal Specialization, with just a slight ntal influence, would completely forget all they saw once outside," the queen said.
Hearing the queen's words, Arthur realized that mysterious power. He had to admit, in this respect, there was a surprising difference between him and Lorenzo.
"Then let's skip the small talk and discuss the main topic."
Lorenzo did not continue discussing the Anti-. He straightened his posture, eyes sharp.
"Now you can state your reasons, Your Majesty."
"Yes, I understand, but let think where to start... Actually, I was thinking about this before you ca, but perhaps affected by the Anti- here, my thoughts are a ss," the queen candidly said.
"Then let speak whatever cos to mind first..."
The voice echoed, reverberating distantly. The space here was far larger than Lorenzo imagined, with hidden darkness concealing unknown things.
"Let's start with... who I am," the queen coughed, beginning her tale.
"Then, do you know of the 'Nation-Builder'?"
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