Silent Crown Chapter 22: Location

　　 When Ye Qingxuan came to Avalon, Wolfflute promised him that a letter of introduction would be delivered to the academy for him to take the exam. But now Ye Qingxuan only felt at a loss, because everyone told him that there was no shadow of the letter of introduction at all.

　　 The dinner party has already begun. He is waiting at the door holding Old Fei, but he doesn't know how long he has to wait.

　　 And at the far door, Sidney was still wandering anxiously.

　　"Have you not come yet? The dinner has started."

　　 Sidney frowned and looked at his pocket watch. After seeing the lingering teenager, he became even more irritable.

　　"Come here, why is he still here? Put him..."

Half of 　　, he heard the sound of a carriage coming from afar. Pulled by the black horse, the luxuriously decorated carriage silently stopped in front of the auditorium. The irritation on Sidney's face was gone, and he trot up to meet him.

　　 Ye Qingxuan turned around and looked at the carriage expectantly, hoping to see a messenger come down and hand him his belated letter of introduction.

　　 "The credible can't afford to sit in such a carriage."

　　 There is a voice in his heart whispering quietly: "Did you see the golden handle on his car door? A messenger **** with you and worked for a year can't afford that thing."

　　 The carriage stopped slowly and the door was pushed open.

　　It was not a messenger who walked down, but a young man in luxurious clothes. His face was pale, as if he had never seen the sun in a long time. His eyes were cold and arrogant.

　　"Master Banner!" Sidney wiped his sweat and greeted him: "Why are you so late?"

　　 "It’s late to go out." The blond boy reached out and put his arm down in the carriage, and glanced at the auditorium faintly: "Isn’t the dinner not over yet?"

　　 "This is naturally better to come earlier."

　　 Sidney laughed with him and whispered: "You are only sixteen years old this year. Mr. Schumann is optimistic about you. Your brother is already the senior chief. If the Adrian family has another chief, this generation The influence of will certainly be able to expand again."

　　 "I know, that's why I came." Banner replied lightly.

　　 "Don't worry about things, I have arranged them."

　　 Sidney lowered his voice: "After the dean finished speaking, it was your solo. No one among the candidates present could compare with you. This is the first step to establish your reputation, and then I will... …"

　　 "Oh, that's really hard work."

　　 Banner walked in front blankly, as if it had nothing to do with him.

　　 Just when he saw Ye Qingxuan not far away, he frowned: "Who is he?"

　　"The rotten fruit of Xiacheng, an insignificant little person." Sidney didn't even look at him, urging him to go quickly: "The dean is here long ago, don't let him wait too long."

　　 Banner nodded, and looked back at the boy ahead:

　　 "Sorry, you blocked me, please let me pass."

　　 Until this time, Ye Qingxuan realized that he was in front of him. Before he could react, he was pushed aside by Sidney. He staggered, and stepped away in silence, saying nothing.

　　 Seeing his clothes, Banner seems to understand something, and his eyes are kinder: "Don't wait here. This is not a place for servants. Don't cause trouble to your master.

　　 Ye Qingxuan's mouth opened, he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

　　 Banner withdrew his gaze, stopped looking at him, and stepped into the bright dinner party.

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　　 Ye Qingxuan was silent. After a long time, he lowered his head. He wanted to say that he was not a servant, but compared with these noble boys, what is he if he is not a servant?

　　 He is no longer that young master.

　　 And he doesn’t have a letter of introduction, what's the point of staying here with a faceless face?

　　 He didn't know what he was thinking, he just thought he was ridiculous. He shook his head and waved to Zhao Fei: "Let's go, Lao Fei."

　　He said softly: "Let’s go home."

　　"Why did you come here"

　　 But as they were walking in the boulevard, a panting man came after them. The middle-aged man was wearing a black school uniform and was taken aback when he saw him:

　　 "Come with me soon."

　　 "Huh?" Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

　　 "Are you the newcomer? Didn't you say that you were waiting at the back door? Did you come here?" He couldn't help but said, pulling up Ye Qingxuan: "Don't be stupid, you will almost miss it." /

　　 Ye Qingxuan was taken aback: "You are looking for me?"

　　 "Of course, who else can I call?"

　　The middle-aged man pulls him, and then pulls him close to a house. Ye Qingxuan always felt that something was wrong. There were waiters changing clothes everywhere. After seeing him, the waiters seemed to have become accustomed to him, saying nothing.

　　The waiter who had just changed his coat suddenly laughed when he saw the middle-aged man come in:

　　 "John, did you find him?"

　　 "This guy doesn't know why he ran to the front. It's really not worrying."

　　 John waved his hand irritably, and then gave him a suit of clothes: "Hurry up, hurry up, the back kitchen is short of people!"

　　 "The back kitchen?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan looked at the clothes in his arms blankly, and suddenly understood something...

　　He was a little depressed suddenly, squeezed out a smile with difficulty, but he couldn't see it better than crying: "Do I really look like a servant?"

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　　 Five minutes later, the white-haired boy in uniform picked up the plate and looked in the mirror to tidy up his bow tie.

　　恩, it really looks like a servant... a ghost!

　　 He was involuntarily pushed forward by various people along the way, and by the time he didn't understand anything at all, he was already in the back kitchen.

　　 The back kitchen is full of people coming and going.

　　 "Hurry up, the fruit plate at table 4 is gone..."

　　 "Who knows where the champagne is? Champagne!"

　　"What should I do if there is no fruit?"

　　"Why do you buy so many sausages? Damn, buy you **** and read the form! I wrote the amount of fruit in the sausages...Wait, who owns this dog? Huh? It's pretty good. Lovely... come and touch me."

　　 In the back kitchen, the cook who was brandishing the purchase order was stunned when she saw Lao Fei, she leaned forward and touched it curiously. Lao Fei had only sausages in his eyes. She was touched by someone and she was uncommonly reluctant. Mouthful, patronizing drooling on the sausage.

　　 "Huh? Do you like to eat sausage?"

　　 The chef smiled at the look of old Fei's mouth, picked up two sausages, and carefully placed them in front of him. Old Fei swooped over and began to eat with his stomach open. The cook carefully reached out and touched Lao Fei's back, and suddenly screamed in a low voice:

　　 "Ah, look, look, the hair is so soft, I touched it!"

　　The eyes of a group of girls who were cutting vegetables in the back kitchen suddenly lit up, and they leaned forward: "Ah, I want to touch it too."

　　 "Yeah! So soft! Like a cushion..."

　　 "So cute!"

　　 Ye Qingxuan was full of speechless looking at him, he just wanted to say that you are all blind? When Old Fei dominates Root on weekdays, he just stares at the kid so that he won’t be scared and cry...

　　 "Whose dog is this, why haven't I seen it?" The chef got up and asked after touching it enough.

　　"Uh, that..." Ye Qingxuan raised his hand: "Mine."

　　 The chef was stunned when she saw him: "Who are you?"

　　John: "Isn't he the newcomer you lost in the kitchen?"

　　 "Asshole, are you bringing back an Oriental, okay?" The cook pointed at Ye Qingxuan's white hair: "Where did you bring them back?"

　　 John was dumbfounded.

　　 "Nothing is nothing, I also came to work."

　　 Ye Qingxuan hurriedly raised his hand, alleviating the embarrassment. He sighed, guessing that he didn't expect the Royal Conservatory of Music, but at least he promised to do what Old Fei had done.

　　 He glanced at Lao Fei, who was eating so refreshingly, shook his head and sighed: "It's fine if you are happy."

　　 The cook girl glanced at him, and shook her head helplessly: "Forget it, I guess that guy is running away for less money. You can stay here for the night. I will settle your salary on time. If your hands and feet are diligent, neither is it. Can’t stay."

　　 "Good, good."

　　 Ye Qingxuan laughed.

　　 "What is the chef doing? So slow?!"

　　 Outside the kitchen, someone asked loudly: "Aren't truffles and roe ready yet?"

　　 "It's all right." The cook began to work quickly, waving Ye Qingxuan for help.

　　 Ye Qingxuan just rolled up his sleeves when he saw someone walk in. The supervisor walked in sweating profusely: "Is there anyone in the back kitchen? There are not enough people in the front."

　　 "I can't help it, supervisor, school hasn't started yet, and the school workers are on holiday. The committee suddenly said that it would hold a banquet, and it was the limit to get so many people together."

　　 "Forget it, there is a lack of people in front, you, you, you... come with me."

　　The supervisor randomly clicked on a few people, and finally pointed to Ye Qingxuan: "There is still you."

　　 "Huh?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

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　　 In the lobby, the crystal head on the ceiling emits a soft light, which just illuminates the wide space~IndoMTL.com~ without dazzling the eyes. Oil paintings of the master are hung on the white walls, and even the masonry on the ground has faint patterns, looking delicate and solemn.

　　 The band is playing soft music, in a relaxed and happy atmosphere, the older people gather together, deliberately leaving space and time for the young people.

　　 Young people tend to stand in groups of three or five, holding a wine glass and chatting in low voices. On the three long tables, there are a variety of exquisite dishes that no one cares about. Only cold dishes and platters are occasionally sought after.

　　In this pleasant atmosphere, the white-haired teenager stood in the corner without a trace, holding the tray, staring at the cups in the hands of all the guests.

　　As long as someone’s cup is empty, this guy will make a squeak and don’t know where it comes from, then he holds the tray in his hand, politely, and asks in a soft tone that makes his neck hairy:

　　 "Sir, would you like champagne?"

　　 Many people were taken aback by his incredible speed, but Ye Qingxuan didn't care about it.

　　——The uncle poured wine for you, what can you complain about? It's fine if you don't spit in it.

　　 Just in the midst of boredom, he began to admire the oil paintings hanging in the hall.

　　The oil paintings seem to be painted by famous artists, and the portraits in them are lifelike, each with a different look and temperament, just like a real person standing in front of him.

　　Anyone can understand at a glance that the objects painted in these oil paintings are masters who stand at the top of countless musicians in the contemporary era.

　　——12 uncrowned kings!