Be crowned king

The rain continued to fall on the wilderness, and the night was filled with a gloomy atmosphere. The long-neglected marble steps had many ravines, and the rainwater flowed down the ravines, converging into a small stream that made the 33 marble steps look like a waterfall. The strange shape of a lightning bolt flashed in the dark night, illuminating the originally dark land as brightly as day. It flickered on and off, and a tall tower stood in the wilderness under the vast sky, as dark as the night. At the top of the 33 steps is a bamboo basket. The basket is exquisite, with a border of gold thread, and the edges of the bamboo strips have been sanded down so they don't prickle the skin. It is not something that an ordinary poor family would own. The basket is covered with a silk cloth. The silk is made from mulberry silk and the craftsmanship is exquisite. The silk is embroidered with the Lorimath rose, which represents darkness. The dazzling flowers make it impossible to take your eyes off them. Raindrops fall on the silk, and the smooth surface of the silk is like a layer of oil, preventing the rainwater from penetrating. A faint laugh can be heard from beneath the silk, eerily like the sound of a demon. The surface of the black tower is damp, the paint peeling off to reveal the pale marble beneath. The tower looks like a cell for the damned, or a hellish prison for demons. The tower's Gothic door creaks open, and with the creaking sound, the paint on the door peels even faster. The peeling paint falls into the rain and dissolves into mud, which then flows into the rainwater. The door opened and the dim light from inside the tower illuminated the steps. The night watchman, dressed in a black cloak, walked up to the basket. The Nightwatchman took off his cloak, revealing his face, a hideous face that would be etched in the memory forever. The left eye glowed green, the hole in the right eye blended perfectly with the night, as if someone had scooped it out with a spoon. The pale face was furrowed with deep lines. The Nightwatchman stretched out his bony right hand and lifted the silk embroidered with the rose of Lorimar. A small, white body appeared before his eyes. The grimace on the night watchman's face revealed a strange smile. Kneeling on the wet steps, his trousers soaking in the rain, he leaned forward and stretched out his thin arms to pick up the baby from the basket. The baby had an innocent smile on his face, and he giggled loudly. He waved his white, delicate hands, trying to stroke the guard's face. Several more figures emerged from the tower. 'One...' 'Two...' 'Three... '... '... until the ninety-ninth stood on the top thirty-three steps, surrounding the baby. There was an elegant intellectual with glasses and an old-fashioned suit, a hunchbacked dwarf with a bad smell, and a wise old man with a long beard and a staff made of rotten wood. Their clothes and appearances didn't seem to go together, but for the moment they were really together. The old man in the magic hat stuttered as he looked at the newborn baby. Great Angell, thank you for giving us this pure life, as pure as the thirty-carat diamond on the Pope's laurel wreath. Angell was the greatest magician in the world. Legend has it that he fought the Red Dragon in the Andes, successfully defeating it and taking a scale from it. It is also said that he once dined with the sun god's mistress. No, this is the life of the greatest sorcerer, His Excellency Hela, cast in his blood. His body carries the curse of His Excellency Hela. Look at his eyes, they are as enchanting as the spring water of the Valley of Winter. The hunched dwarf slowly moved closer, reaching out to touch the baby's forehead. His dark fingers trembled from years of touching magical media. The elegant man with the glasses came over, kissed the baby's belly elegantly, then looked up and said in an elegant tone, 'I can smell it, his body is full of the smell of money, it's the smell of a banker, I know it all too well. The night watchman, who was holding the baby, pushed the elegant man away and glared viciously at his left eye, his face becoming even more hideous. 'Anubarak, if you can't keep your mouth shut, I'll turn you into a dog so you can just bark. The clever Anubarak shut up, took a gold coin from his pocket, threw it in the air and it landed in his hand as a human head. He showed a smug expression, as if everything he had said was true. 'Aigros, what is the background of this newborn baby? Everyone nearby asked the same question. The Nightwatchman, Aegros, held the baby in his arms, knelt down again, lifted the baby high into the air and shouted in an almost devotional manner, "He is the embodiment of darkness, purifying darkness with darkness. He is the messenger of lightning and thunder to our Caithar, the King of Judgement. Maleficent took off her magic hat, held it in her arms as if she had met a most distinguished guest, and bowed respectfully. In the name of Enger, Maleficent pays the King of Judgement her respects. The rest of the people paid their respects to the newborn baby, the King of Judgement, with the strangest rituals. When the ritual was over, Eglosh stood up, and someone behind him wondered aloud as his soaked trouser leg dripped. 'What are we going to call him? Aigros looked down at the baby's arm, which had a line of letters engraved on it, and turned to look up at the top of the Emperor's Tower, sharp as the sword of Damocles. 'Downing Stewart. 'Damn it, Downing, get down, that's the crystal spring they use to make holy water. Witch Bol, holding a bottle of red liquid in one hand and a stick from the nearby table in the other, hurried to the centre of the room, to a structure resembling a marble fountain, with old, shuffling steps. Downing, who was sitting on the edge of the metre-high marble fountain structure holding a bright red tomato, swung his legs and stood up slowly, unsteadily, with a smug expression on his face. Uncle Bol, if you hit me, I might accidentally fall into the Crystal Spring and all your ten years of hard work will be gone. Think about it, these are your ten years of hard work, it's not worth the risk, it's not good for you or me. Bořan waved the stick in his hand, weighed the pros and cons, collapsed like a dog that had fallen into the water, and looked at the child, who was only eight years old, with almost pleading eyes. OK, blessed by the Witch God, come down quickly. Downing stood cautiously on the edge and waved his left forefinger. 'Uncle Bol, I will only come down if you swear to the greatest sorceress, Hera, that you will not hit me, otherwise you will regret it, and I have been fooled more than once. Boar rubbed his forehead, a little headache, this boy is getting more and more tricky and meticulous. Then he swore an oath to the sorceress Hella: 'I swear in the name of Hella that I will never lay a finger on Downing. If I break my oath, the witch will turn me into an ugly mouse. Downing pouted, looking at Boar's slender legs, thick waist, mouse-like ears and stooped back. Uncle Boar, you're trying to trick me again. You are a rat, and an ugly one at that. Uncle Ambalak told me so.' Boar covered his forehead, he could not believe it. How could Ambalak have told this brat such an important secret? He regained his composure and cursed Ambalak in his heart. Alright, I'll take the oath again. After Boar had sworn an oath in the name of Hella, the greatest sorceress of all, Downing leapt from the edge of the three-foot crystal spring, grinning with satisfaction. Uncle Bol, I have something to tell you. Last night I was lazy and peed in your crystal well. I don't know if it will affect your ability to use the crystal spring water or your witchcraft. Oh my God, you little brat, I'm going to skin you alive,' Bol raised his stick in anger. Downing placed the persimmon on the side table without blinking an eye and put his hands on his hips. Uncle Bol, you just swore in Hela's name. Borr froze for a moment, dropped the stick in his hand and knelt on the floor, his cheeks twitching and tears streaming down his face. My ten years of hard work have been wasted. Will I never see the true face of the Wall of Sighs? Twenty years ago, when the crystal spring that first summoned the Wall of Sighs overflowed, Borr mistakenly poured a bottle of tomato sauce into it instead of the corrupting blood. The first failure made his heart ache so much that he nearly choked on his own breath. Ten years ago, when the crystal spring overflowed for the second time, Bor thought that this time it would definitely work and that his long-cherished wish would finally come true. To avoid the foolish mistake he had made last time, he removed all non-sorcery items from the room. However, when he woke up the next day, he found that a dead rat had fallen into the Crystal Spring, polluting the sacred water of the Crystal Spring and destroying his second hope. The Crystal Spring only overflowed once every ten years, and summoning the Wall of Sighs was the highest level of legendary witchcraft that could not tolerate the slightest mistake. This time, he had done a lot of preparation. He just hadn't expected that this time he would forget to lock the door and that the brat would urinate inside. Thirty years of waiting was, after all, a dream. No one could endure such a long wait, over and over again. Great Witch God, are you punishing me for my sins? Please take my life, don't t*****e me like this. Boer's clouded eyes shed tears that soaked the ground. Tonning's expression was no longer frivolous, but serious. He took a crystal bottle from his chest and placed it on the ground. The transparent liquid in the crystal bottle was clear and bright, without a trace of impurity. Uncle Boer, please forgive me for playing a joke on you. He opened the crystal bottle and took a small silk pouch from behind his back. The Lorimar roses on the silk bag were particularly striking, blooming beautifully. Downing opened the bag. There have always been problems with your magic, and I was only trying to stop you from going down the wrong path. If you are angry, I sincerely apologise. He took out the powdery substance in the bag, a medium for witchcraft prepared in the proportions required for the Wall of Sighs spell, and placed the powder in the crystal vial. A strange light emanated from the room, gradually spreading out to form an illusory wall. It was like a rainbow, with beautiful colours that caused people to gasp in amazement. How is this possible? Could it be that I'm just getting old and my eyesight is failing because I'm so sad? Bol stopped crying, his body shaking. His clouded eyes became crystal clear as he looked at the rainbow-like wall. The Wall of Sighs, I finally see it. Bol gazed at it, then slowly stood up and took Downing's hand. 'My child, how did you do it?' Downing shrugged and complained, 'Uncle Bo, I already told you your experiment was wrong. You have some misunderstanding about the magic of the Wall of Sighs. It doesn't necessarily require an overflowing crystal spring. Bo shook his head ecstatically. My child, that's not what I mean. Who am I? How did you learn the magic of the Wall of Sighs? 'When I was three years old, it was you who showed me your Grimoire to make me stop crying. Don't you remember? Downing explained all this incredulously, as if it were a matter of course. But he was only three years old at the time, and as he himself said, the Grimoire was not given to him to learn witchcraft, but to stop him crying. But now the facts prove that Downing, who was only three years old at the time, remembered the contents of the Grimoire and even learned one of the legendary witchcraft spells in the Grimoire. Genius... child, you are a genius of witchcraft, and one day you will be the greatest sorcerer in the world. Bol's rat-like hands gripped Downing's arm, and the round, crazed eyes revealed madness. Downing smiled bitterly, as if he had heard a joke. Uncle Bol, the ninety-nine people in this tower, including you, have all said that I am the King of Judgment. Isn't that the way it should be? It's as if people have to eat, the sky will rain, and the sun will rise in the east. Little did Downing know that the original King of Judgment was a random lie told by Aegros to bring some life to this barren land, abandoned by both the world and God, so that it would no longer be like hell. For the past eight years, this newborn baby has done a very good job, finally giving the originally lifeless Emperor's Tower a little breath of the living, and not just the demons in their twilight years. He told everyone else, except Downing.