I am the only one who practices magic: I practice magic in the city

Chapter 556 Moving to Westminster Abbey

Norfolk County, in the eastern part of the Anglo-American region.

As dawn broke, a thick fog began to rise slowly from the peat wetlands of Fickenham, silently spreading across the meadows and woodlands.

At the end of the lawn, a horizontally spreading red brick mansion can be vaguely seen, occupying the entire edge of the hill, like a hibernating beast sinking into the mist, hidden behind the withered winter oak forest.

The mansion's exterior walls are constructed of Scottish sandstone and Winchester red brick, with slightly hard limestone trim. Several snowy owls perch quietly on the bronze animal heads atop the pointed towers, occasionally letting out a cawing sound that is extremely unpleasant.

About 700 or 800 meters away, there was a much smaller, grayish-brown building.

This dilapidated, gray longhouse looks more like an abandoned colonial administrative building annex, utterly devoid of any aesthetic appeal.

Only a few gas lamps were lit on the exterior walls—yes, not electric lights, but gas lamps reserved specifically to maintain the royal atmosphere.

A painful roar came from the west wing of the longhouse.

"roar~"

On a narrow single bed, William clutched the sheets in agony. The room was very cold and dark, with no fireplace burning, yet the sheets were completely soaked with William's sweat.

William, who is 1.9 meters tall, was curled up on the single bed with his body tense. His slightly open eyes flickered with pain and confusion as he stared unfocused at the portrait of George V on the wall.

This is a very small bedroom, only seven or eight square meters. Next to it is a messy bathroom. The strangest thing is that the bathtub in the bathroom is covered by a wooden board, on which there is a candlestick and two small stools.

"Hehe, hehe~" William chuckled nervously as he lay on the single bed.

York Cottage. I never imagined I'd be locked up here one day.

York Cottage is located within Sandringham Estate, which encompasses an area of ​​eighty square kilometers and is the Queen's private property.

Besides the grand main house we just saw and this rather modest York cottage, William's main residence for the past two years—Ammer Hall—is also located within Sandringham Estate, about three or four kilometers away.

York Cottage was not a secluded palace, but a residence given by Edward VII to his son George V.

George V was the grandfather of his grandmother, Queen Elizabeth.

George V's father, Edward VII, was very similar to his father, Charles. Both had strong mothers, both served as heirs to the throne for over sixty years, and both were playboys before marriage, having fifty-five mistresses outside the marriage, including numerous actresses and technicians, as well as Churchill's mother.

Yes, that's Churchill.

In addition, one of his lovers was an ancestor of the current Queen Camilla.

George V, much like himself, was expected to achieve great things from a young age, and his speech, behavior, and love life perfectly matched the public's expectations of a king.

George V spent his entire life here, and no one could have imagined that the residence of this last vestige of the Great Anglo-Saxon Empire would be so unremarkable, even somewhat... ugly.

It's not just ugly, it's bizarre.

That bathtub covered with a wooden plank was the dining table for King George V and his wife, Queen Mary.

Open the lid and you have a bathtub for soaking in; close the lid and you have a dining table.

I wonder if King George V was Japanese in his previous life.

No wonder Edward VIII, son of George V, hated the house so much that it became the management office of Sandringham House.

Is this fate?

William made a strange "clucking" sound from his throat.

When he was a child, he came to York Cottage and had no idea why the renowned King York V would choose to live there.

And why is her personality so eccentric?

Looking at the portrait of George V on the wall, he seemed to suddenly understand this ancestor from several generations ago.

Kate's own residence, Anmer Hall, is also located within Sandringham Estate, where she and her two children live.

Is the Queen deliberately emptying York Cottage and not allowing herself to live in it a warning to me?
"Hehehehehehe~ cough cough cough..."

William couldn't help but laugh, and he coughed as he laughed.

The doorbell rang, and the sound of a key turning came from outside. Then the door opened, and an elderly man in his sixties with gray hair, wearing a tailcoat, appeared, carrying a tray covered with a silver cover. Next to the cover was a copy of the day's Times Morning Post.

The old man's hands, clad in white gloves, barely trembled as he placed the tray on the coffee table. He then nodded slightly to William before backing away from the cramped little bedroom.

"Come back! You fucking come back here!"

William jumped out of bed, his eyes bloodshot.

"Let me out! Nothing happened between me and that woman! It's all just reporters making things up!"

"Bacchus! I, in my capacity as the Duke of Cambridge, command you to stop!"

"Bacchus! Please, let me out, I can't take it anymore..."

No matter how hard William pleaded, he could only hear the steady footsteps of the royal butler, Bacchus, fading into the distance after the gate was locked.

"Heh heh heh..." William's face flushed a strange red, his eyes vacant, and he muttered to himself, "Let me out, I... I don't want to... How could I possibly be with that kind of woman..."

"Kim Kardashian... that bitch, I'm going to fuck you to death!"

William's face was contorted with rage, his eyes gleaming with a hunger-filled light, like those of a wild beast that hadn't eaten for three days.

Everything has turned green.

"Inexhaustible desire" does not have the ability to distort the will of others; it only has the ability to make the subject addicted to something that is not "addictive" in the first place, and the addiction is so strong that it is uncontrollable.

Just like drug addicts who know that contraband is bad, and who may be in great pain, and know that they will be finished if they continue like this, but they simply cannot stop touching it.

William's relationship with Kim Kardashian is a good example.

He didn't love Kim Kardashian, knew she wasn't a good person, and knew that she would ruin his life. He shouldn't have had any interaction with her at all.

He knew it was the wrong choice, but the word "know" was meaningless in this context.

He simply couldn't control himself.

Just thinking about her face, her voice, or even a hint of her gaudy perfume makes certain areas of my brain feel like they've been injected with illegal drugs.

A red light flashed on the septum, and the amygdala throbbed wildly.
He needed to get close to her, touch her, possess her in order to temporarily suppress this explosive desire.

Otherwise, this longing is like a leaky wire, crackling and burning everything in the brain.

Even if you "get" it, it's only a temporary relief.

One day later, the desire resurfaces; three days later, the intensity of the desire will return to its peak.

From that moment on, it will continue to burn at this intensity.

This is the terrible effect of "inexhaustive desire".

Whether it's physiological or psychological dependence, it far surpasses any drug, nicotine, or amine; it can turn anything into the most addictive substance in the world.

This spell, strictly speaking, does not conform to arcane ethics. This is one of the reasons why, after Fang Yu cast the Inexhaustible Desire on William, apart from William being classified as a "commoner," Fang Yu's camp deviated so drastically.

William was completely baffled; he had never experienced anything like this in his more than thirty years of life.

If it weren't for the endless desire he felt upon first seeing Kardashian...

At that moment, he felt like he understood why so many women were crazy about Kim Kardashian. Well, you're wrong.

Those were just pure love.

Pure Love Big Drum.

William leaned against the door, slumped on the floor, his body contorted and trembling, each second feeling like an eternity.

Just then, in a daze, William seemed to hear a clattering sound coming from outside the door.

William helped himself to his feet, and as soon as he stood up, he saw the door to the cramped bedroom open, and a figure that had been burning in his mind appeared in front of him.

Kim Kardashian!

William, whose reason had been consumed by desire for more than five days, could no longer think of anything the moment he saw Kim Kardashian. He let out a deep growl and pounced on Kim Kardashian like a hungry wolf, pinning her to the ground.

"What are you doing? William, calm down..." Kim Kardashian's twisting and turning did nothing to stop William's madness.

This was also the first time Kim Kardashian had ever seen someone so eager. She giggled and cooperated, but her heart was filled with awe and fear of the unknown, along with a hint of a strong sense of superiority.

The most noble person in the world, in front of him,

So this is the ultimate power in the world?

……

"How did you get in?" William, finally satisfied, stared blankly at the old chandelier on the ceiling.

"That's how we walked in."

Kim Kardashian took out a new set of innerwear and camisole from her large Goyal tote bag, the original set of which was now scattered on the floor in shreds.

“You’re lying!” William turned his head sharply, his eyes filled with anger, desire, greed… and a hint of fear and shock as he looked at Kim Kardashian.

"No one can enter here without permission! And you have no way of knowing where I am!"

After recovering from his addiction, William regained his high IQ and immediately realized something was wrong.

Sandringham covers an area of ​​over 80 square kilometers, larger than the entire Manhattan area, equivalent to two East Sides of New York and New York. It is entirely the Queen's private property, with only one King's Avenue leading to it.

The Norfolk Police Department, the Royal Special Defence Force, the Royal Guard, and MI5 have established a six-layer security system here.

It's currently Christmas season, and the Queen and the Royal Family visit Sandringham every year at this time. On Christmas Day, they walk to St. Mary Magdalene Church to attend a service and give a speech. This is one of the Queen's most regular public appearances of the year, and the security level is undoubtedly higher than usual.

Since her accession to the throne, the Queen has never missed a Christmas service at Sandringham.

However, the Queen has been unwell recently, suffering from a lingering cold that has not yet subsided, and she has not yet decided whether to attend this year's Christmas services.

If the Queen does not attend, then her father, Charles, will officiate and deliver the speech in her place.

But no matter what, Sandringham is not someone that a big, brainless woman like Kim Kardashian could sneak in without anyone noticing!
A woman who wins the spotlight with a drum and sex tapes probably doesn't even know how to turn off Apple's location services, so how could she possibly break through the royal family's six layers of security and appear at York Cottage!?

Moreover, I have no way to contact anyone, so how did she know I was here?

"What exactly did you do to me? What was your purpose?"

William's facial muscles twitched as he glared resentfully at Kim Kardashian, who had only half-dressed, revealing her slender waist and ample bosom.

"What's my purpose?" Kim Kardashian's thick lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

"Have you forgotten? You were the one who texted me crying, you were the one who left a voice message late at night saying 'I want to smell my perfume.' Do you know that my husband Kanye already knows? You ruined my family, and now you want to blame me?"

William was taken aback when he heard Kim Kardashian's words.

In his view, Kim Kardashian was vulgar, of low birth, and of questionable character, but on previous occasions, she had always treated him with utmost respect.

This was perfectly reasonable for William.

But now, this vulgar woman actually dares to talk back to me!?
William's facial muscles twitched, and his anger flared up instantly.

"Don't put on airs like a prince in front of me. Why didn't you ask me what my purpose was when you were beating me up? I came to visit you out of kindness, and you're questioning me about how I got here?"

"What right do you have to question me? What else do you have besides your royal status? Oh, right, it might not be long before the only thing you can be proud of disappears."

Kim Kardashian curled her lips into a smirk and gave William a disdainful look, but her eyes gleamed with excitement.

"And the only one who can help you is me."

Upon hearing Kim Kardashian's sarcasm, William's eyes turned bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead and neck throbbed.

"I kill you!"

William roared and lunged at her, gripping Kim Kardashian's neck tightly with both hands, his face contorted with bulging veins: "You filthy woman! You ruined me! You ruined me!"

"My life, my reputation, everything I have... you've ruined it all!"

William's neck and above were all red, and a clear snot dripped down his nasal columella and onto Kim Kardashian's face.

Kim Kardashian was being choked by William and could hardly breathe, so she couldn't help but show a look of fear. Just then, the necklace around her neck flickered slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Kim Kardashian felt a refreshing energy flowing through her body, and her previously hazy consciousness cleared up again.

“Kill…kill…me, and your suffering…will never…be relieved…”

Kim Kardashian managed to utter a sentence with difficulty.

William's movements froze instantly.

Yes, if I kill her, what will I do afterward?
Now he was starting to feel that soul-deep longing again. Killing her would undoubtedly cause a lot of trouble. Even if the royal family resolved everything, what about him? Would he live in pain forever?

"Only I can help you, William."

Kim Kardashian breathed heavily, wrapped her arms around William's neck, and whispered in his ear.

"No matter what, you cannot give up your right to the throne. Once you inherit the throne, everything will no longer be a problem."

The madness on William's face gradually faded, and he dejectedly covered his face.

"how should I do?"

Kim Kardashian smiled slightly, about to speak, when she heard a group of hurried footsteps outside the door.

William's eyes scanned the entire room frantically, his last glance landing on the bathroom.

"Quick, get in! Under the bathtub lid!"

Kim Kardashian stopped talking, quickly pulled open the shower curtain, lifted the wooden lid, and hid inside.

William had just closed the bathroom door when he heard the sound of a key turning outside.

Outside the door, a copper bell rang softly twice before falling silent again.

Bacchus pushed open the door and entered, his face pale, his voice suppressed and urgent—

"Your Highness... London Bridge... has collapsed. His Majesty King Charles requests that you immediately move to Westminster Abbey."

(End of this chapter)