Silent Crown Chapter 5: Nightmare

　　 "No, I like to take it myself."

　　 reached into his arms with a light hand, took away his purse, "Unfortunately, this little money is not enough, you have to pay a little more interest."

　　 said, Vito crouched down.

　　 He looked at Martin's horrified expression and couldn't help smiling. He reached out and grabbed Martin's wrist and looked at his palm.

　　"Your hands are so nice, slender, flexible, and so white. I heard that your father wanted you to become a musician. Since childhood, he asked a luthier to teach you training, and he painted various oils every day... Such a good hand must be precious, right?"

　　 Martin was stunned, his face suddenly pale. He finally understood what Vito wanted to do.

　　"You lunatic! If you dare to do that, my dad will not let you go!" He screamed, struggling hard: "I swear, you will regret it!"

　　 Vito sighed: "Actually, half an hour ago, I started to regret it."

　　Card pop!

　　 A crisp bone crack sounded, and Martin's scream cut through the silence. In Vito's hand, his tail finger turned up abnormally, reached the back of his hand, and broke.

　　 "The last time I decided to let you go, it was my fault."

　　Card pop! Card pop!

　　 "The same mistake, I won't make a second time."

　　Card pop! Card pop! Card pop! Card pop!

　　 In the successive clear voices, Martin screamed loudly, almost awakening the lights in the distance.

　　 Vito gently released his hand and got up from the ground.

　　 "For half an hour, even if you put your hand back, it won't reach the original level."

　　He looked down at Martin with pity, and sighed softly: "It's a pity, in this case, even if you go to the holy city, your hope of becoming a musician is not great, right?"

　　 Just as Martin was crying, he patted his palms and turned away.

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　　 In the darkness, he looked back at Martin rolling in the distance, scratching his head helplessly.

　　 "Oh, on the impulse, I forget that this fat man's father is still a clerk. It seems that I will not be able to hang out in Luttown in the future."

　　 He sighed softly: "If you run away now, I don't know if it will be too late..."

　　In the silence, he turned his head and saw the big golden retriever dog in the distance, smiling and waving:

　　 "Old Fei! Can't you sleep either?"

　　 Old Fei squatted on the ground, looked at him in silence, then tilted his head and licked his dirty hair. It seemed like occasionally couldn't fall asleep and went out for a walk.

　　 It's just that the sharp teeth are silently put away, and I no longer look for the scents floating in the wind.

　　 Even the violent eyes softened.

　　 "Sorry, I'm going to run away."

　　 Vito knelt down and looked at the old dog, scratching his head helplessly, "I am afraid that you will be the only friend of that guy in the future. What can I do? You can't even speak, he Don’t you want to get bored?"

　　 Old Fei seemed to understand, rolled his eyes and twitched his face with his tail.

　　"Ahaha, sorry, forgot that you can understand me.

　　You are much better than Ye Zi, who only pretends to be "I don’t understand"! "

　　 Vito touched Lao Fei’s back, but his tone softened: "However, that guy has always been like this? Don’t say anything to others. If you are bullied, you will only fight with others alone. .Sometimes the expression is so fierce that people don’t see that they are afraid...

　　 I obviously don’t have any talent, but I still want to be a musician, thinking of talking in sleep. It's like he will die if he doesn't become a musician.

　　 Even I can tell that he has nothing to expect.

　　What do you think in his head..."

　　 He read in pieces, and Old Fei listened quietly.

　　 Until a long time later, he smiled bitterly, clapped his hands, got up, turned and left.

　　After walking a lot of steps, he turned his head and saw that Old Fei was still looking at him. He laughed and waved goodbye: "Go back, Old Fei, I'm leaving."

　　He paused and walked into the darkness:

　　"However, if you are with him, at least he will not be so lonely.

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　　 For some reason, Ye Qingxuan dreamed of the past. Things long, long ago...those things that he once thought would be forgotten by himself.

　　 At that time, he walked alone in the dark.

　　 But in the darkness, someone is calling his name.

　　 There are also noises, door knocks, footsteps, screams, and broken porcelain.

　　"Little Leaf, Little Leaf...Don't be afraid."

　　 There was a woman hugging him hard, warm and familiar, like sunshine. She stuffed Ye Qingxuan into the cupboard, held his cheek, and looked at him. Her pupils were like emeralds, but they were shining with tears.

　　 "Stay here, don't make any noise, don't be afraid."

The door of the cupboard closed. Ye Qingxuan stood blankly in the dark, looking around, he heard noises, door knocks, and footsteps again. His mother was screaming, asking something angrily. Someone rushed into the hall and smashed oriental porcelain, and the pure white fetus fell into the silt.

　　He vaguely heard someone shouting:

　　"Musician Ye Lanzhou violated a ban yesterday and ran away after committing a felony, killing six royal musicians. After the House of Lords verdict, Ye Lanzhou was placed on the wanted list. All family properties were cleaned up and confiscated to compensate for national losses..."

　　 He curled up in the cupboard, closing his eyes in fear.

　　Darkness struck again.

　　 The sky was spinning around, and he heard his mother cry, tears falling on his face. When he opened his eyes with difficulty, he could only see the darkness and the cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

　　"Sir, please help him, this child has a high fever...he is dying."

　　 His mother hugged him, so warm, but still couldn't help but feel cold. She was no longer graceful and luxurious, and she was no longer like a lady, but like a crazy woman, kneeling on the square, pulling everyone's trousers hard, and then being kicked away.

　　 "Go away, dead beggar."

　　 It’s so cold, it’s snowing, it’s cold, it’s cold...

　　 Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and heard his mother cry.

　　 In the darkness, he covered his ears, but the sounds still came into his mind.

　　 "Little Leaf, run!"

　　 "Little Leaf, don't be afraid."

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　　 "Little Ye Zi, from now on, you will be alone."

　　 He felt his mother stroke his cheek, stroked him for the last time, smiled and shed tears: "I am already, there is no way to hold on any longer."

　　 Ye Qingxuan stared at her blankly: She is so beautiful, even like a beggar, but with gentleness and kindness between her eyebrows, she bears the torture of the world with a smile. Now, the world's torture to her is finally over, but why does he feel so sad?

　　 She exhausted her last strength and wound a long slender string around the child's finger, circle after circle, like a ring. "This is the only thing your father left."

　　 "With it, you won’t be afraid."

　　 She hugged her child with difficulty, repeating over and over again: "Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid..."

　　 Until Ye Qingxuan was no longer afraid, until she lost her breath.

　　 She is dead.

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　　 Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes, he was still lying in the room.

　　 It is early in the morning, and the sky is still dark.

　　 The window was open, and the night and the sound of rain flowed in from the window, and it was raining. Through the window, a black carriage can be vaguely seen passing through the street.

　　The rain fell from the edge of the window and shattered on the ground. It was the water droplets that awakened him, so there were still water marks in the corners of his eyes.

　　 He got up from the bed and stared at the rain outside the window, his thumb whirling around the ring on his index finger, silent.

　　"Ye Qingxuan, you have been here for five years."

　　 A voice in his heart asked in a low voice:

　　 "Are you still scared?"

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　　In this sudden rainstorm night, everything is silent.

　　The black carriage came from afar and stopped silently in front of the church. The coachman was knocking on the door, over and over again. Until a long time later, the door finally opened.

　　 Father Bann, who has not slept all night, walked out holding the candlestick and looked at the coachman coldly:

　　 "You guys are late."

　　Under Ben's bird's eye view, the coachman was taken aback, trying to explain incoherently.

　　 "Mr. Benn, please don't care about him, he is just an ordinary driver."

　　 There was a tired voice in the carriage: "Well, you care about me... I think I'm annoying."

　　Bane frowned, faintly smelling the sweet scent of ape, when he opened the car door, a breath of blood that was a hundred times thicker came out. The light of the candlelight illuminates the dark carriage, and the face of the young man.

　　 A man in his twenties fell into a carriage. He was wearing a black stand-collar trench coat, leaning against the carriage half-length, and his face was pale when illuminated by the lights. Now he was breathing hard, every time he exhaled it seemed like he was breathing without the strength.

　　As Father Benn's scrutiny, he squeezed out a smile, as if bravely: "Sorry, I'm late, something went wrong on the road."

　　 said, he let go of the hand holding on to his waist, his hand full of blood.

　　 Blood seeped from his waist, drenching his black trench coat. The blood fell on the ground along the trouser tube, forming a pool of blood. But the blood was spreading, and finally flowed into the rain along the gap of the car door, leaving a red track that gradually dissipated in the rain~IndoMTL.com~ It is not easy to grab a carriage in the middle of the night, can you help me Do you pay the poor man? "

　　The young man twitched his face in pain, and forced a smile: "Look, it is not very convenient for me to pay now."

　　 "Are you the "wolf flute" mentioned in the letter?" Father Bann's expression is still cold. At this moment, he is holding the candlestick and asking questions rigidly. He will never stop until he sees the token.

　　The wolf flute lowered his head and sighed helplessly: "You are as unkind as the rumors."

　　 said, he twitched and raised his arm, the wound was pulled by the muscles and brought another violent pain. The necklace was pulled out of the neckline, revealing the decoration at the end.

　　A wolf head made of pig iron with his number written on it.

　　 Father Bann stared at it, and only nodded lightly when Wolfflute felt that he was dying, and threw something to the groom.

　　 "Come with me."

　　 The coachman looked down at the thing in his hand and was taken aback.

　　 It’s just a gold coin, but the material is pure green gold that only exists in the ecclesiastical bank as a “precious metal reserve” and a credit guarantee. It is more rare than the currencies issued by other countries, and it is rarely on the market Circulation. Such a small piece is enough for him to buy a carriage again!

　　 "Thank you, Mr. Thank you for your reward! Thank you Mr.!"

　　 He bowed to the priest inexplicably surprised and incoherent.

　　 "Go on, can you hurry up?"

Behind 　　, the wolf flute**: "I'm really dying..."