Abnormal crossing

Chapter 187 The Truth (Part 3)

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Joe Cowen's words made the atmosphere at the scene even more delicate.

Melendord exchanged a glance with Samantha without making a sound, and nodded slightly, as if they had reached some kind of consensus.

He then walked slowly forward, his boot crushing a shard of a paving stone, and looked at Joe Cowen, saying, "Villains die from talking too much. Governor Joe Cowen, I didn't expect you to still have the mind to joke at a time like this. How humorous."

"You don't actually think that with the resources you've accumulated in the Star Sea, you can stand up to me and Samantha, do you? — Our power is far more than just the Boska level."

This time.

Qiao Kewen finally frowned: "What do you mean by that?"

“Literally,” Samantha said, turning her cane as she walked to Melendorth’s side, her voice as hoarse as ever, “Your Excellency, it seems you really know nothing about our origins.”

Speaking of it.

Samantha paused, glanced at Melendorth, and then continued, "Just a friendly reminder, we come from outside the Labyrinth Zone, and our official title is 'Guardians'."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Kewen's already furrowed brows furrowed even more deeply.

Position?

These two words are rather subtle.

Generally speaking.

The term "position" is only used within official institutions or large, well-organized organizations. In any case, a small group of three to five people would never be associated with it.

In other words.

Behind Samantha, Melendord, and the director of the Royal Institute, there seems to be another, much larger shadow.
Another one is
"The Watchers?" Adele's gaze swept back and forth between Myron and Samantha, finally settling on the slowly turning cane. "What are you watching over?"

Samantha did not speak, but turned to look at Boko III, who stood on the high platform like a statue.

Adele's breath hitched for a moment.

In fact, the moment she heard the word "guardian," she had already guessed the possible answer.

After all, Boko III, or rather all the members of the royal family, have been behaving very strangely. Since the tremors began, they have been frozen in place, and no one has been able to move an inch.

But now that Samantha has officially acknowledged that the object of their "guardianship" is the Bosnian royal family, Adele's heart still skipped a beat.

"Why?" The third queen of Boska slumped weakly into her chair, looking utterly dejected as if she had been seriously ill. "Why is this happening? What did the Boska civilization do wrong?"

True.

Adele's marriage to Boko III was clearly politically motivated, and their relationship could hardly be described as love. Over the years, she lived alone in the palace and never participated in palace power struggles, maintaining only nodding acquaintances with most people.

But as the saying goes, humans are not plants or trees; how can they be without feelings?

Fifty years of living together have built up a certain depth even in the most casual acquaintances. Now, suddenly learning that the Boska royal family is actually under surveillance...
How could Adele possibly remain calm?
Then, Jokowen walked over to her, gently patted his sister's shoulder to comfort her, and then looked at Samantha and Melendorth, asking, "Then what's the reason? What value does a mere fourth-tier civilization like Boska have in being 'guarded'? And how did you manage to control them?"

“You have a lot of questions, Your Excellency,” said Melendorth, who, despite Jokowen’s barrage of questions, did not become an omniscient answerer. “To tell you the truth, with the technological level of the Khan, there is no point in being a curious child and wasting time. Although it sounds cruel, I’m sorry, but you’re not leaving this hall alive today.”

"Then why don't you just do it?" Qiao Kewen simply shrugged. "You're not doing anything, and you're not answering questions either. You're just sitting here."

Before Qiao Kewen could finish speaking...

boom! ! !
The ground shook violently again, and the cracks that had already appeared more than doubled in size during the tremors.

See this situation.

Melendord and Samantha exchanged a glance, their faces revealing a look of anticipation, or rather, greed.

Seeing this, Jokowen helped Adele up from her seat and gestured for her fellow Molders, Sheena and Cohen, to hide behind Milo and the others.

Another moment passed.

A platform slowly rose from the crack.

A mysterious figure dressed in a black cloak stood silently at the front of the platform. The figure was thin, and the hood of the cloak hung down, obscuring his face and revealing only the lower half of his pale chin. His identity was self-evident given his appearance at this juncture.

But at this moment.

What drew everyone's attention was not the "late-arriving" director of the Royal Power Research Institute, but rather a [object] floating in front of him.
Imprint.

This is a complex rhombus-shaped symbol emitting a dark purple light. Its edges are not regular straight lines, but are formed by countless fine runes twisting and intertwining. It is about one meter in size.

This mark is familiar to Jokowen, as it is the unique symbol of the Persian royal family—it can be seen on the forehead of every royal member with Persian blood. It was with this mark that Ophelia used to open Adele's door.

Yes, knocking open in a physical sense.
Of course.

Although the Persian royal family has many purple rhombus markings, only one is one meter in size and can exist independently of the outside.

That is.
The purple mark that Boko III fused with during his coronation is officially called the Crown Wedge.

Only monarchs who have merged with the Crown Wedge have earned the loyalty of all departments of the Persian Empire.

However, it differs from the coronation video.

At this moment, the light of this mark was no longer as constant as it had been at the coronation ceremony, but pulsed rhythmically like a heartbeat:
It sometimes contracts, condensing into a blinding purple light;

Sometimes it expands, transforming into a hazy halo that spreads outwards.
Each breath-like flicker leaves a brief afterimage in the air, as if the space itself is being scorched and cracked by its energy.

What's even weirder is.

Anyone who stares at it for more than a few seconds will have a certain illusion:
The runes were not etched on a flat surface, but spiraled outwards into the endless depths, as if leading to another world.
Note:
After discussing it with the experts, we decided to try conservative treatment for half a month with medication. If that doesn't work, surgery will be the only option.

I really don't want to have surgery. I've already had two surgeries in the past seven months, and I don't know if my body can handle another one. I also have many events to attend in the second half of the year.
(End of this chapter)