Chapitre 575: The Iron of Decay

In the Westminster Abbey, beside the clock tower, in the office, one could hear the sound of gears rotating not far away. It was the crisp sound of the giant second hand of the clock ticking forward.

The fire in the fireplace glowed. Ye Qingxuan sat on the sofa and examined the copper seal in his hand.

"Ye Qingxuan, keep this in mind, don't trust anyone in Avalon." Maxwell's voice still lingered in his mind. "Including me."

"Including you?" Ye Qingxuan murmured softly and rubbed his forehead to ease his headache.

I don't get it. What the heck is Maxwell doing? What on earth has happened? He pondered for a long time, but couldn't make heads or tails of it, so he shifted his attention back to the sealed copper case in his hand.