Silent Crown Chapter 3: Musician

　　Musician, this is a sacred title.

　　 As early as in the dark age with no history to trace back, human beings were struggling to survive in the cracks of natural disasters, and when they were afraid to breathe loudly in the shelter, some people discovered the ‘ether’.

　　 It is a mysterious force that is everywhere in this world, in every corner, everywhere, but undetectable. It is with its power that natural disasters, animal tides and evil gods can wreak havoc in this world.

　　 Someone first named it ‘Magic’, ‘Mana’, and ‘Vital Energy’. Finally, a wise man discovered and mastered its nature and named it Ether.

　　 It is the fifth element beyond the four major substances of earth, water, fire and wind. The mysterious power flowing out of the'Great Source' possesses incredible changes and properties.

　　Only pure and special sounds can interfere with them, making them change with will, turning into wind, condensing water, turning into soil, lighting fire, condensing matter, changing beasts, and reaching the state of omnipotence.

　　 The earliest humans called their syllables "mantras". Soon, humans discovered that the music that was more powerful than mantras was the music passed down from the dark ages.

　　 Therefore, the manipulator is called the ‘musician’.

　　 This discovery heralded the end of the Dark Age. Before the darkest dawn, countless powerful musicians emerged among human beings one after another. By unearthing ancient music scores or creating new classics, they opened the golden age called the Renaissance.

　　 It’s been five hundred years. Human beings have expelled natural disasters under the openness of musicians, slowly expanding their territory in this world, bit by bit towards the distant dark world.

　　"Leaf, you will become a musician in the future...be the best."

　　 Someone once said this to Ye Qingxuan. Thinking about it now, it's like a joke.

　　 Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, copying silently, no longer remembering.

　　 He knew that he had no qualifications. Whether using instruments or simply singing, musicians must undergo rigorous training and education from an early age, and learn to control their own breathing and syllables, and to ensure close induction with the ether.

　　 induction......

　　 Ye Qingxuan suddenly laughed in a low voice, his voice hoarse: Before he was ten years old, he was a genius that amazed all musicians. Born to resonate closely with the ether, as if they were one with each other.

　　 But after the high fever at the age of ten, he never felt ether again.

　　 Not even once...

　　 After so many years, the genius in my father's mouth has become a wandering kid, and the road of musicians is cut off. The only thing left is unrealistic delusions.

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　　 "Fate guides the way."

　　 He lowered his head, staring silently at the cipher text in the monthly report.

　　 After the crusade against the ‘Scourge Bahamut’ ended, Mr. Bach’s answer to the next destination came from the words in the "Sacred Book."

　　 This sentence comes from the first Roman king ‘Aeneas’ who founded the city of wolf, that is, ‘Jupiter’ the Holy Spirit who was welcomed into the holy city after his death.

　　 Aeneas became a musician at the age of eighteen, and was inspired by the ‘Da Yuan’ to go to the dark world alone. Thirty years later, he built the city of wolf with one person, and was canonized as the Holy Spirit after his death. This is the sentence of death left by him.

　　He believed from the beginning to the end that what he did was in accordance with his destiny.

　　 But fate will not guide the way, otherwise, how could the city of wolf be destroyed by natural disasters 200 years later?

　　 Ye Qingxuan lowered his head bitterly and started working again.

　　 Outside the door, the shadow staring at him quietly, not knowing when he left.

　　 only left a faint sigh like an illusion.

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　　 "I’m here for today."

　　After finishing the manuscript, the priest suddenly said: "Your efficiency is decreasing."

　　 Ye Qingxuan looked at the pile of paper placed on the other side, and suddenly had a headache.

　　Fr. Bann is still very old, but his eyes are still easy to use. However, he picked out all the wrong letters and parts that did not conform to the format, and he wanted Ye Qingxuan to rewrite them tomorrow.

　　 This is the rule set when Father Benn handed over the position of scribe to him. At the beginning, Ye Qingxuan often had his salary deducted because he was not familiar with the writing format of the sect. Later, the situation was fine. A lot. It was only now that he remembered that it had been a long time since he had been deducted from his salary for typos.

　　 "Yes, you are very familiar with Dorian writing style."

　　After the inspection, Father Benn nodded: "You get used to it very quickly. Also, you are very talented with Rune writing."

　　 "It's just a good memory. If you don't write often, you will be unfamiliar."

　　 "If I don't write it well, I will speak straight, so there is no need to be humble."

Father 　　 asked: "How is your practice with the writing standards I taught you a few days ago?"

　　 "I have written a lot recently, so I have some experience."

　　"Very good. This writing format and font are the most commonly used writing format for official letterheads of the mission. It will be helpful to you in the future if you practice it." Father Benn returned the manuscript paper to him:

　　 "There is still a dictionary on the table, you can take it with you. Just stop here today, and copy the "Trinity Hadith" from tomorrow."

Father 　　 finished speaking and motioned to him to leave. Ye Qingxuan couldn't help smiling bitterly: "Father, I'm just a scribe, are you trying to train me to be a monk?"

　　 "It's nothing bad."

Fr. 　　 Benn glanced at him: "With your ability, you can assign to a good diocese, and it is not impossible to become an assistant bishop before the age of forty."

　　 "Uh, I'm not married yet."

　　 "Only the cardinal wants to purify his desires, and he can also find a secret lover." Father Bann paused after speaking, and looked at Ye Qingxuan with a strange look: "Did I underestimate your ambition?"

　　 "No, no, that..."

　　 Ye Qingxuan struggled to organize his words: "Look, I am an Oriental."

　　"You also have Western ancestry, don't you?"

　　 "The kitchen is out of food, I'll go shopping. Father, what do you eat tonight..." Ye Qingxuan just wanted to slip away quickly.

　　 "Everything will do as usual."

　　Father Benn finally ordered: "Remember to tidy up the reception room at night, and some guests will come."

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　　 It was already night when Ye Qingxuan had finished shopping and was holding a basket to go to church.

　　 I saw Old Fei dangling around the church from a long distance, excitedly frightening the children who passed by, like something triumphantly.

　　As a high-end dog, Lao Fei has never been raised by humans. If he can't get food from Ye Qingxuan, he will go for food by himself. If he is in a good mood, he will also bring something back...for example, some strange things like dead mice, dead rabbits, dead snakes, etc. Then use a kind of ‘will you be worthy of me if you don’t eat it? Look at him with his eyes.

　　 Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan felt helpless.

　　 Then, after hearing a muffled noise, he felt a sudden dizziness.

　　嘭!

　　 is like something hit the back of the head. He staggered, almost kneeling on the ground. But I felt a hand grabbing my hair and lifting it up again.

　　 "Hey, Oriental bastard, it's really late today."

　　 A fat smiling face appeared in front of him... The three Thomas brothers who had only met this morning, the situation was really terrible to be honest.

　　 is terrible.

　　The third oldest Martin pulled his hair, pulled him into the alley, and pressed his face against the wall: "That little boy Vito can't find it. It would be nice to find you as a bastard."

　　The other two people who had been prepared a long time ago blocked the alley to prevent him from running out. It seems that they have been preparing for a long time.

　　 "Uh, Martin, Paul, Ray, listen to me..."

　　 Ye Qingxuan endured the pain and raised his voice.

　　"Want to call someone?"

　　Boss Paul sneered: "It's useless, it's far enough from the church, the priest can't hear it."

　　"Don't talk nonsense with him, teach him a lesson first." Martin's expression is distorted: "Let this **** know who is the one who raised it! At least remember to be grateful! Understand!"

　　 If it weren't for their permission, the town of Root had merciful blessings and accepted this beggar, this scumbag would have died in the gutter long ago! But this **** doesn't know how to return!

　　 not only shamelessly became the priest’s apprentice, but also wanted to grab the precious place for training in the Holy City!

　　 "You did a good job last night!"

　　 Martin struggling to punch Ye Qingxuan in the face, hitting him bent over and squatted on the ground, still puzzled, stepped on his head forcefully, his expression distorted:

　　"You bastard, how dare you... how dare you treat me this way!

　　 You can never beat me, understand? The quota for going to the Holy City is mine! I can only become a master musician! Rather than your kind of **** who deserves to rot in the stinking ditch! "

　　 Martin kicked him hard in the face, but the **** guy just hugged his head, curled up on the ground, and said nothing.

　　This kind of silent resistance made his expression worse.

　　 "So you are so hard-spirited?"

　　 He sipped at Ye Qingxuan and looked at his brother: "Hold him down, I will make this **** pay the price."

　　 Paul and Lei laughed~IndoMTL.com~ Hold Ye Qingxuan's hand and push him against the wall, and then... Martin drew his dagger.

　　 "Please, say something that you are a sleazy, please forgive you, uncle."

　　 Martin pulled up his hair, asked him to look up at him, and put the dagger on Ye Qingxuan’s eyes: "Otherwise, I will write the name ‘Batch’ on your face."

　　 Feeling the coldness of the dagger sticking to his face, Ye Qingxuan was stunned. He wanted to struggle, but was held tightly, he stared into Martin's eyes.

　　 In the end, he finally understood what was about to happen, and lowered his head humiliatingly.

　　"I...

　　 Ye Qingxuan whispered, his voice lowered: "I..."

　　 "Bitch, louder, I can't hear you!" Martin leaned closer and put a dagger on his face: "Speak clearly, let my brother understand!"

　　 "I said..."

　　 Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath, looked at Martin who was close at hand, and suddenly laughed: "——You, mother, you are a bastard!"

　　 At that moment, Martin was stunned for a moment. He saw Ye Qingxuan's head lifted and raised high, as if he was going to see the dim starry sky clearly, and his black eyes were like flames burning.

　　 immediately, he slammed forward suddenly!

　　bang!

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