A milky-white mist drifted through the grove, the moonlight shattering into silver dust between the branches. In the distance, a cluster of Gothic tombstones was barely visible in the dark. An owl beat its wings as it flew past, shaking loose a few dead leaves that happened to land on Erin de Merovingian's curled metal knees.
The atmosphere was a bit grim and terrifying, but neither of them was easily frightened.
When Erin de Merovingian saw the crown in Li Xiang's palm, her spirits instantly lifted. It was the Merovingian Iris Gold Crown she had dreamed of. However, when she tried to lift her metallized wrist to take it, her elbow joint emitted a grating "CLICK."
She gave a bitter smile. She had forgotten that her hands had turned to metal, a transformation that had already spread to her elbows.
"Could you help me put it on, Honorable Mr. Armored Warrior?" Erin de Merovingian tilted back her long neck, her cobalt-blue eyes glistening.
