Chapter 200: Silas's Pure Peeking

In the Guinness Royal Palace, in the Sunlit Room almost adjacent to the Queen's bedchambers, Silas, having just finished his bath, lay on the large, soft, pure white bed, feeling as if he were lying on clouds.

"As expected of state guest-level treatment. This decor, I couldn't even dream of it," Silas said, looking at the pure white ceiling.

This Sunlit Room was enormous, with a total area of around four hundred pyeong. Bedroom, washroom, cloakroom, living room, bathroom, study, balcony, exercise room, and so on, were all available.

There was even a seventy-square-meter hot spring bath. Silas had just finished soaking there and was now lying here.

Turning his head to look at the latest style wall clock, it was just eight o'clock.

"It's a bit early to sleep at this time," Silas thought, sitting up and getting out of bed.

The carpet on the floor was made from the finest silver sheep sable fur. Stepping on it barefoot felt smooth and soft, like stepping on cotton, yet it gave a very solid feeling, indescribably comfortable.

Putting on a black and gold silk bathrobe, Silas raised his eyes and looked around.

The entire bedroom was at least fifty square meters, with an exquisite and minimalist style. There weren't many things, but it looked very high-end.

And what was most shocking was that the lighting in this room used not kerosene or gas, but electric lights!

That's right, genuine electric lights, even with exquisite lampshades, and a bedside switch to control all these electric lights.

"Royalty is royalty, after all. Even for a small country, it cannot be underestimated. Electric lights are a top-tier luxury item for current society, even a concept product that cannot be mass-produced. The cost of this entire setup must be unimaginably high," Silas sighed in his heart, looking at the light bulbs on the wall.

Standing here, he didn't run around. Since moving in this morning, he had already toured most of the place; there was no need to look again.

Walking out of the bedroom, he opened the study door through the living room.

The moment he opened the door, Silas's instinctive intuition suddenly flashed a warning.

This warning was not intense, as if telling Silas not to forget something important.

Silas had always believed very much in this kind of intuition, which was similar to a sixth sense.

Then, he carefully closed the door again, opened his Spirit Vision, and simultaneously released the sound waves of the Evening Bell.

...

The study door opened silently again. However, this time Silas clearly felt that the moment the door opened, something indescribable flashed by.

Silas didn't know what this thing was, nor what it looked like. He couldn't even see or hear it.

But he had indeed felt something exist in that instant just now.

"Is my Spirit Vision not enough?" Silas looked at his Spirit Vision: 29 points.

"It's only been a few months, and my Spirit Vision has already increased by more than 20 points. This speed is too fast." Seeing his Spirit Vision, Silas's heart grew heavy.

Spirit Vision was a double-edged sword; Ron was a good example.

The more you see, the more you know, and at the same time, you have to bear more risks.

"Continuing to grow like this is not a solution. I wonder if there's any way to avoid the growth of Spirit Vision, or a way to reduce it?" Silas suddenly had a whimsical thought.

The next second, he regained his senses and perceived the external situation.

The aftershocks of the Evening Bell were the aftershocks of spiritual energy and Silas's spirit. They possessed excellent penetrability and extensibility.

At this moment, these aftershocks had already spread beyond the house, encompassing the corridor outside the door, the flower bed outside the window, and even Vanas's bedroom, with a radius of about fifty meters.

Fifty meters was currently the limit of Silas's perception.

Closing his eyes, in these aftershocks, Silas could see the guards outside, the soldiers patrolling back and forth in the corridor.

He couldn't make out their appearances, only their general forms, like sketched figures.

Slowly relaxing his will, Silas discovered that Vanas was currently in her room.

She was lying on her bed, her body stretched into a strange arched shape, supported by her head and feet, her back completely off the bed surface.

"What's going on!?" Seeing Vanas's posture, Silas was immediately shocked and hurriedly gathered all his energy for high-precision observation.

Vanas now held extraordinary significance for him. According to his development plan, the future Kingdom of Guinness would be the main base of the Evening Bell Church.

As his concentration focused, the blurry form became clearer.

Silas frowned. "What is she doing?"

At this moment, he could vaguely see Vanas's hand placed on her lower abdomen, while her other hand was covering her chest, constantly rubbing it.

"Could she have a heart condition? Is her body in a state of spasm now?" Silas was shocked and hurriedly strode towards the south wall of the room. This way, he could get closer. If the distance was close enough, Silas could even perceive her heartbeat through the bell sound.

Walking to the corner of the room closest to the bedchambers, Silas once again released the aftershocks of the Evening Bell and observed carefully.

Thump! Thump! Thump…

The current distance was about thirty meters. Silas could clearly hear a rapid heartbeat through the vibrations of the aftershocks.

At this moment, Vanas's body suddenly stiffened, and her body seemed to be constantly trembling and convulsing.

"Is it that painful? Her body is trembling like this? Should I inform the guards?" Silas felt somewhat conflicted.

He was currently peeking. If he told others, how would he explain it?

But if he didn't say anything, Vanas would still be in danger.

While Silas was struggling, Vanas's body suddenly collapsed back onto the bed from that strange angle, and the previously rapid heartbeat gradually returned to normal.

"Looks like she pulled through," Silas breathed a sigh of relief.

About five minutes later, Silas sensed Vanas's breathing stabilize. She got up from the bed, went to take a bath, and then moved out of his maximum perception range.

Silas opened his eyes. "This kind of spasm symptom should be caused by irregular work and rest schedules over a long period. There's even a possibility of sudden death. I need to resolve this matter quickly. Vanas is very important to me; I can't let her body be dragged down by the war."

Thinking of this, Silas took a deep breath. "It seems I need to show some real skills."

At this moment, Silas decided to adopt a full divine analysis mode to handle this matter, aiming for a quick resolution.

On the other side, Vanas, lying in the bathtub, had a rosy complexion and was in high spirits.

The pressure from all these days had been completely released in that moment of pleasure just now.

"His Holiness the Pope is truly my savior," Vanas thought with her eyes closed, recalling her bold fantasies about His Holiness the Pope just now, feeling delighted in her heart.

"Your Majesty, an urgent telegram has arrived from the front. A small-scale plague seems to have broken out in the outer city, and all the residents infected by the plague have suddenly transformed into werewolves!"

While Vanas was savoring the moment, Maria's anxious voice suddenly came.

Hearing this, Vanas abruptly stood up, threw on a bathrobe, and said decisively, "Let's go! To the study!"

In an instant, she transformed from a fanatical fangirl back into a dignified and noble queen.