Silent Crown Chapter 17: Select

On the way back to 　　, the wolf flute was carrying a crowbar and humming the nursery rhyme of "Ten Indian Children" in his mouth, looking relaxed and happy. When he staggered forward, his body twisted like a drunkard.

　　 Father Bann is still silent, with nothing on his face, but Wolfflute always feels that he is full of sadness.

　　 "Hey, Father, my mission is completed, and your mission is completed. Why is it so melancholy? Shouldn't you have a couple of drinks and celebrate with joy at this time?"

　　 The wolf flute scratched his turbulent hair: "What are you thinking about absent-mindedly? You have completed the mission of the Lord and the Order, and you will soon be able to leave here and return to the Order as a Templar. Go inside. From then on, your own crown of glory will remain for you. Well, are you worried that the size of the crown is too small for you to wear?"

　　 "I'm thinking about something."

Father 　　 said coldly: "Some things need to be reconsidered."

　　 "What's the matter?" Wolf flute thought for a while, and snapped his fingers: "It's not that little fellow Ye? You trained him as your own apprentice, right? So he can't follow him. You have gone back..."

　　 "Your arrival has disrupted all my plans, Mr. Wolfflute."

　　Father Benn said coldly: "If you don't show up, I can at least let him replace me and return to the Order as a Templar."

　　Wolf flute was a little embarrassed, so he laughed: "Well, even if you say that, but you see, he doesn't want to be a little clerk, so don't force him."

　　"It’s better than walking on a dead road with unrealistic dreams." Bann raised his head and glanced at him: "It’s you who rekindled the fire in his heart, wolf flute. I underestimated the kid’s right Perseverance of musicians."

　　"...This, you see, children always have dreams, right?"

　　Wolf flute organized the wording and explained it embarrassingly: "I don’t know much about rebellion or adolescence, but it’s a good thing to have a dream. You can’t say that you don’t let him come true, you don’t let him come true... …I mean, one day he will “duang~” like this, and he will find it unrealistic."

　　He nodded and made a conclusion:

　　 "Well, don't worry, he will give up sooner or later."

　　Bann shook his head: "You don't understand."

　　 "Huh?"

　　"A few years ago, when I saw him for the first time, he was barefoot, walking in the ice and snow, with nothing, only a dog accompanied him. When it comes to going to Avalon, His expression will make people feel ridiculous. When I asked him what he was going to do, his eyes lit up."

　　 Bann recalled the look of the stray child and the cold atmosphere of the heavy snow that year. The white-haired young man wore a rotten coat and shivered, but when he spoke, the corners of his mouth were upturned and his lips were closed. The look in his eyes...

　　 "...it seems to be shining."

　　The wolf flute was stunned, and the footsteps stopped.

　　 "It turned out to be like this."

　　He suddenly realized.

　　"He is an excellent child, so good that I have only seen him in my life.

　　 I told him that if you want to be a musician, you must have a good education. He treats himself according to the standards of an ascetic monk. I told him that becoming a musician requires at least the best education. It took him one month to memorize all the books in the entire library, and two months to learn the basics of advanced mathematics and etiquette.

　　 In order to get a place in the holy city, he taught himself the mechanics and maintained the lighthouse for the town for three consecutive years.

　　 I don’t know if anyone has taught him basic music theory. He is familiar with everything about musicians... For so many years, he has been lashing himself in that direction. "

Father 　　's voice is low: "But the closer he gets, he will know that he is farther away from that dream...So, wolf flute, let him give up that idea.

　　 Otherwise, one day, the unfulfilled dream will make him drown in his despair. "

　　 But in the silence, the wolf flute was silent, and suddenly laughed loudly, laughing relievedly and cheerfully.

　　 "What are you talking about, Father."

　　Wolf flute grinned and patted his heart: "Those who die for their dreams are the happiest."

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　　The next day church meeting room

　　"Well, my friend, it's time for you to choose."

　　 In silence, the wolf flute was lying on the sofa, spreading his hands and saying to the confused boy: "Regarding the agreement between us, I need you to make a choice."

　　"Choose? Is there anything else to choose?"

　　 "It's like this, you see, last night I discussed with the priest about your going to receive music education."

　　Wolf flute coughed: "Well, although you are only seventeen years old now, and the age for college is not enough, how do you say... The priest said that you have completed most of the language reading and writing, and number theory. Courses, basic exams should be no problem, and the qualifications are enough to pass the exam at any time to become a member of the teaching team with a formal teaching position, so he has a suggestion.

　　 Because of the priest’s suggestion, my original thoughts have changed a bit. "

　　 Ye Qingxuan looked at the priest suspiciously, but the priest remained silent, his face sinking like water, and he couldn't see anything at all.

　　"This is the case, because the priest is going to be promoted recently to make a fortune. In the future, he will wear gold and silver to eat fragrant and spicy food, so there are a lot of back doors that can be opened."

　　The wolf flute talked happily, but after being looked at by Father Benn, he immediately became serious all over:

　　"Well, he can recommend you to the Holy City as an internal member of the Order. There will be a place in the enrollment of this issue of Trinity Theological Seminary. You are free to enter! There is the cradle of the chanter . As long as you graduate, you will have a bright future. If you perform well, you may be selected for the chant troupe..."

　　"Song troupe?" Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but smiled bitterly: "You should know that my voice is out of tune even if I sing worship poems."

　　"It’s okay, as long as you mix in, it’s okay? A group of people sing, you just need to open your mouth. Don’t you have a saying in the East called'to fill the number with a lot of money'. I did not copy other people's papers when I took the exam. , You have to learn to be flexible..."

Father 　　 glanced at him coldly, and Wolfflute had to shut his mouth awkwardly.

　　 Ye Qingxuan thought for a while, then suddenly asked: "Where is the other one?"

　　 "The chief institution of the Anglo Kingdom, the Royal Conservatory of Music in the capital Avalon, Um...my alma mater, but she probably doesn't want to admit me, I dropped out of school halfway."

　　 Talking about there, the wolf flute suddenly became excited: "It is located in the downtown area of ​​Avalon, only two blocks away from the center, with good greenery, native scenery, natural beauty, luxurious atmosphere, low-key high-end.

　　 If you like astronomy, the observatory is on the left. If you like art, the Opera Hall is on the right. If you like politics, you are facing the House of Commons. If you like crime, behind it is the prison!

How about 　　, are you surprised if you are unhappy? "

　　"……"

　　 "Ahem, it was a joke just now."

　　 The wolf flute scratched his hair: "But here, it is really good, because all kinds of research are basically available, and the academic atmosphere is also very strong. The internal quarrels are a bit fierce...

　　My face is not big enough, but I can ask my teacher for help. However, the teacher is very strict and never wants to open this kind of backdoor. Therefore, he may only write you a letter of introduction for you to take the entrance exam. If you fail the exam, there is nothing I can do..."

　　 "Let's do this."

　　 Ye Qingxuan nodded: "The Royal Conservatory of Music, I made you bother Mr. Wolfflute."

　　 "Huh? So simply?" Wolf flute was taken aback. He thought that Ye Qingxuan would choose to go to Trinity Theological Seminary, but he didn't expect him to go to Avalon.

　　In the silence, the priest nodded as if he had expected, got up and left, saying nothing.

　　Wolf flute watched him go, feeling a little helpless, scratching his head: "Then I will write to the teacher, and rest assured that my teacher has a lot of face, but you will have to go on the road tomorrow, otherwise it will be too late. I missed the enrollment period in a few days."

　　 Ye Qingxuan was taken aback, pondered for a long time, and nodded:

　　 "Then tomorrow."

　　 "Okay." The wolf flute understood, he hesitated and asked: "That..."

　　 "Huh?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan saw him hesitate to speak but stopped.

　　Wolf flute took a deep breath and sighed irritably. After looking back and deciding that there was no one at the door, he lowered his voice and leaned in:

　　"Why don’t you choose Trinity Theological Seminary? Are you stupid! You don’t have such thick thighs? Do you know that the priest will go straight to the third rank when he goes back this time!

　　 An important bishop, and also a temple rider... Uh, that special department member, you can have a bright future lying down, my friend! Why bother to go to Avalon alone?

　　 and ~IndoMTL.com~ has gathered the most musicians in the world in the holy city. It is willing to open the door to all believers, and even the tuition fee is waived. The money left is enough for you to buy a custom-made one. Musical instruments... Do you know that after I dropped out of college, I was so poor as pants to buy a musical instrument? "

　　 Ye Qingxuan stared at the wolf flute chattering in a daze. After a long time, he couldn't help but laughed in a low voice, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wolf flute, I think you might have made a mistake at the beginning. ."

　　 "Huh?"

　　 "I am not a believer."

　　 "Huh?!!!"

　　Wolf flute couldn't help but screamed, and quickly lowered his voice after finding out that he was out of shape: "Wait, what did you say?"

　　 "I am not a believer." Ye Qingxuan repeated.

　　 "I thought you were a priest a long time ago!!! In the end, you are not even a believer? Do you believe in the gods of the East?"

　　 "No."

　　 Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "I have never been to the East, nor have I believed in a god. I learned both language and reading and writing from my father. The priest wanted to baptize me many times, but I refused. ."

　　 "...then why don't you believe it?" Wolf flute's expression twitched.

　　 Ye Qingxuan suddenly thought, as if he had never thought of this question before. After a long time of thinking, he finally understood a little bit, and replied softly:

　　 "Probably... because God has never redeemed my mother, right?"