Silent Crown Chapter 2: Birthday

　　 early morning hours

　　 There is the sound of waves coming from a distance.

　　 The morning sun slanted from the end of the sea, illuminating the towering spire of the church. Above the spire, the statue of the saint held a trombone in his hand, playing silently against the sky.

　　 The angry roar that started in the middle of the night still continued outside the church door.

　　 "Damn little oriental bastard! I'm going to kill you!!!"

　　 "Open the door! Ye Qingxuan! You have the ability to curse, you have the ability to open the door!"

　　"You are dead, Ye Qingxuan! Did you know! No one in the whole town of Lut can keep you!"

　　 The three Thomas brothers slammed the door of the church angrily, holding a hammer and a shovel in their hands, and cursing loudly. The light beam that fell from the sky last night was like a slap in the face, hitting the Thomas family in the face of everyone in the town!

　　 The most hateful thing is that this little **** started cursing people after changing the law, changing various words. I used the various languages ​​I learned from the church on the walls of Thomas's house in turn, giving the gangsters in the town a vivid language lesson.

　　Thomas’s people now dare not go out. No matter where they go, there are people behind them whispering, ‘See you, that’s Thomas the son of a bitch’...

　　 That **** Ye Qingxuan, **** Oriental bastard!

　　 But no matter how they scolded, there was still no response in the church. It wasn't until a long time later that they finally got tired of scolding, dropped the cruel words, and then left angrily.

　　 The silence was restored outside the church, but in the chapel, the tall and thin priest still looked cold.

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The priest 　　 looks a bit old, but he is still burly, but his beard is white. His face is as cold and serious as ever. When he looks down at others, his eyes are serious and harsh, and his voice is hoarse... it puts a lot of pressure on people.

　　 In front of him, stood two trembling teenagers, and a big yellow dog that looked like a giggle.

　　 "Vito, please go to the back first."

　　Father Benn waved, "I have something to say to Ye."

　　 So, the blond boy, like a pardon, hurryed to pick up the dog and escape. As a result, only Ye Qingxuan was left with an awkward expression.

　　 "Ye, is it your trouble again?"

　　 asked the priest coldly.

　　 "Ahaha, how come, it was the Thomas family who misunderstood."

　　 Ye Qingxuan looked away and scribbled the holy emblem on his chest: "Under the guidance of the cult, I will not do anything unrighteous."

　　 Last night, his expression had always been indifferent, his eyes fixed. So don't panic. But in front of the priest, he couldn't calm down a bit.

　　Only then does he look like a teenager.

　　 All the time, everyone thought that he was a quiet and good kid, which was reassuring. There is no restlessness and mischief like peers in the town. Just give him a book, and he can hold it quietly for an afternoon.

　　 Since he wandered into this place five years ago and was adopted by the church, he has always been a model of ‘other’s child’. The grades are perfect and educated, gentle, kind and hardworking. And because he knows how to read, write and organize, he has become the administrator of the church library at a young age, responsible for copying scriptures. In addition, I studied mechanical engineering by myself and took on monthly maintenance of the lighthouse.

　　 because of this... it’s even more headache.

　　 Because since he came to this town, 60% of juvenile fights have been inseparable from this seemingly harmless young man.

　　 Even though he was innocent every time, every time he was a victim.

　　 "I heard that a ray of light fell from the sky last night, with vulgar words, and took Thomas's house all night." The priest said in a cold tone: "Ye, your mechanical structure is good, I am very pleased."

　　 "Hey, it's the priest that you taught well..."

　　 Ye Qingxuan didn't finish speaking, and could not go on under the priest's solemn eyes.

　　 "I haven't taught you anything. You taught yourself these things. You are a smart boy, so I have always been very pleased. But you made a mistake."

Father 　　 said in a low voice: "Mechanical technology was born to help others live better, not for you to retaliate!"

　　The young man was silent and did not excuse his actions.

　　 was like resisting silently, disappointed the priest's eyes, and slowly shook his head.

　　 "Ye, you can go. I will explain to the mayor, but as a punishment, you will not have lunch this week."

Father 　　 waved his hand and motioned him to leave: "I hope you can recognize your mistakes. You have always been a qualified apprentice, but what you did last night disappointed me."

　　 "Thank you for your forgiveness."

　　 Ye Qingxuan bowed his head and left, but the priest stopped him again.

　　 He turned his head and saw the iron gray pupils staring at him.

　　 "Ye, don't mess with the lighthouse in the future."

Fr.　　's voice is still cold, without any concern or pity, but as always: "If someone insults your parents in the future, just come to me."

　　 Ye Qingxuan was taken aback, scratched his head, and laughed embarrassedly.

　　 "No need."

　　 He whispered softly: "Where can I trouble adults with children's matters?"

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　　 In the backyard of the church, next to the fountain, Vito chuckles and is overjoyed when he sees his friend coming back dejectedly.

　　 "Yo, Ye Zi, are you finished? How do you feel?"

　　 Like Ye Qingxuan, he was an orphan who was relieved by this church. But Vito is better than Ye Qingxuan, he is at least half a local. It is said that his father was also a lord. After he committed suicide due to bankruptcy due to poor investment, his huge debt made him wander on the streets, and only the church took him in.

　　 Two years later, Vito moved out because of a conflict with the priest.

　　 Now, he has grabbed the position of the dock foreman with his fist, pumping water to live a life, life is happy and simple, and without having to learn troublesome copying and theology.

　　Occasionally, when Ye Qingxuan came to him, he would leave work and come out to help him trouble or fight, and sometimes gloat.

　　 For example, now, he imitated the expression and tone of the priest, pointed at Ye Qingxuan and said: "I want to hang up and beat you, a guilty child!"

　　 "Then you have been killed many times."

　　 "Cut, I run fast, can he not hit it?"

　　 Vito raised his eyebrows triumphantly: "Frankly speaking, the priest’s set has long been outdated, and you like to hear that set of magic sticks. This world wants to do great things, get ahead, and rely on the teachings of God. What kind of bird do you use? Lao Fei, Lao Fei, are you right?"

　　 The big golden retriever woke up from being photographed, and drew his tail unhappily. Vito, who knew what was wrong, bowed his head and gave it a flattering massage: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I know it's all your credit."

　　 Lao Fei was made unable to sleep anymore. He gave the two of them a white look. Then he got up lazily, jumped into the fountain and rolled a few times, and then climbed out contentedly, shaking their faces with water droplets. .

　　 finally flicked his tail with satisfaction, his movements were graceful and luxurious, like an emperor out of a bath.

　　 The whole process was fluent and breathtaking.

　　"Lao Fei is really getting more and more dignified recently, where did you learn it?"

　　"How do I know? It was like this when I was ten years old."

　　 Indeed, Ye Qingxuan has been wondering for so many years... Where did Lao Fei’s dog temper come from?

　　Although it is not pretty and it also has hair removal, its eyes and expressions always have a kind of arrogance like Prime Minister Angelu. When you walk with your head upright, it looks like His Majesty the King is walking in the palace, with inexplicable majesty. , I dare not despise... At least Ye Qingxuan and Vito dare not to be bitten.

　　 "Okay, I will flash first, so I won't disturb your work."

　　 Vito got up from the ground and patted Ye Qingxuan on the shoulder: "There are a few new guys, who don’t seem to be very persuasive. I’ll go to reason with him..."

　　"Stop fighting, come back to church and help."

　　 "Thank you, I can't get along with the priest."

　　 Vito skillfully climbed the wall and waved goodbye. When he was on the wall, he suddenly remembered something and turned around and waved: "Yes, Ye Zi."

　　 "Huh?"

　　 "Well, happy birthday! I'm relatively poor, so I won't buy you gifts."

　　 Ye Qingxuan shook his head helplessly: "Then wait for the day when you rise to the top and become a big man, and then replenish me."

　　 "Then you will have to wait a few more years."

　　 Vito grinned, and walked over the wall, only a vague voice came from afar:

　　 "Don't worry, I won't let you wait long."

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　　 The backyard returned to silence again, only the chirping of the fingers of the birds.

　　 Ye Qingxuan looked up at the sky and raised his palm. The ring of the index finger pointed at the sun, so it began to sparkle, illuminating the boy's eyes.

　　 "Little Ye Zi, happy birthday."

　　 He laughed softly. Next to him, an old and ugly yellow dog slapped him with its tail, as if beating a silent happy birthday song.

　　——Happy birthday to you, although this birthday is not happy.

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　　 Today is Ye Qingxuan’s seventeenth birthday, and it is also his fifth year in this small town.

　　 In fact, he rarely sees Eastern blood in the entire Anglo Kingdom. The standard oriental white hair and black eye pupils will attract attention wherever he goes. Fortunately, there are even more bizarre hair colors and eye pupils in this world.

　　 has white hair, and it's just that someone said ‘that oriental wanderer’ behind his back. Some unceremonious people will say ‘hybrid’, but these people have been declining in the past two years...especially after Vito came out to mix.

　　 Revenge is revenge, and fighting is fighting, but at least the work that should be done must be done.

　　 For example, he is now working as a scribe in the church.

　　 Today I’m going to copy the monthly report sent from the Holy City to the prayer room of the church. Every other month, the Holy City will synthesize the news collected this month and send it to Churches all over.

　　 These news are basically half a book thick each time, including the exchange rate of green gold and other currencies, the progress of the development of the relics of the dark age in various countries, the latest trends of natural disasters, and reports on the results of local outbreaks. And the movements of some musicians.

　　What Ye Qingxuan needs to do is to compare the codes, re-translate the language of these monthly reports, and select the news that can be published, copy them out, and paste them on the bulletin board.

　　 only today when he copied to the first page, he was stunned.

　　"Blue King·Bach?"

　　 He looked down at the code: "Is it a new record again?"

　　In the monthly report, Mr. Bach, whose whereabouts are mysterious, appeared in the southern desert area and stopped in front of'Scourge Bahamut'.

　　 Since two months ago, the Order has predicted that the natural disaster named the King of Storms has once again been reborn from the dark world and is sweeping toward the realm of mankind.

　　 But no one thought that this matchup would come so quickly.

　　The battle lasted for half an hour, and then Bahamut, the king of the storm, was defeated again and returned to sleep in the dark world.

　　 But Mr. Bach disappeared without a trace after leaving a few messages, causing countless musicians who rushed to the desert of death to sigh.

　　 Unfortunately, I missed the strongest.

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　　'Bach'——This is a sacred name handed down from the dark ages. It is a glorious title that can only be obtained by the strongest musicians recognized in the contemporary West. It is called the "king of blue" among the three thrones of musicians. .

　　Among the three kings, the holy name of "Red King Beethoven" is only passed down among the popes of the past, and "Yellow King Mozart" has always been passed down in a single line. Only the "King of Blue Bach" is the crown that all musicians are expected to win.

　　 is also only the strongest to be able to obtain such glory.

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　　In history, when the Three Kings first appeared, it was the ‘dark earth mother crusade’ hundreds of years ago.

　　After the battle, the Dark Earth Mother was expelled to the end of the North Sea Ice Sheet, far away from the human hinterland.

　　 At that time, the power of "Matthew Passion", "Destiny", and "Requiem" mobilized an unprecedented amount of ether and divided the entire plain into three.

　　On that day~IndoMTL.com~The whole world can hear the magnificent sound of the angel of God coming,

　　The aftermath of the war turned into a tsunami half a month later and went to the east, almost sinking the island of Yingzhou into the sea, and it also created a new island close to the border of the west-which was later the Oriental Overseas Flight Land-'Cloud Tower'.

　　 It has been hundreds of years since the end of the Dark Age, and countless musicians have emerged, but the Three Kings are still well-deserved guardians of mankind.

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　　"Ye, don't be distracted."

　　 a solemn voice sounded from behind him, awakening the fascinated young man. I don’t know when, Father Bann has stood behind him: "Your work today is not over yet."

　　 "Oh, oh." Ye Qingxuan smiled embarrassedly, lowered his head and was stained with ink, ready to continue.

Father 　　 silently watched him copy, and turned to leave. As he went out, he paused and looked back at Ye Qingxuan, who was immersed in writing.

　　 "Ye, you should know."

　　His voice is cold and cruel: "You don't have that qualification."

　　 Ye Qingxuan's hand shook, and he cut a scarred scar on the paper, as if stiff.

　　 I don’t know how long it has been. Father Bann has already left. He seems to have finally recovered, looking down at his right hand, his thumb rubbing against the ring, like a ring made of wire, the tentacles are warm .

　　 "I know."

　　He said softly, as if to deny something, but was a little frustrated: "I know."