Silent Crown Chapter 30: Hear the sound of moon night

　　On the long street, the ghost hand smoked his pipe in silence. It was clear that laughter and laughter were flowing in the air, but the air around the bench was frozen, like a cold winter, making the tramp who was limp on the ground tremble.

　　 "Excuse me, how can I get to Luther Street?" Someone seemed to be lost behind him, and asked the pedestrians passing by blankly, and finally asked the ghost hand.

　　Guishou didn't lose his temper in the irritability, but he didn't have any interest in turning his head back to answer. He just smoked his pipe in silence and pointed his finger to the right.

　　 "Ah, thank you!"

　　 passers-by got an answer and went happily.

　　 The smashing sound continued, but until the group of people thoroughly investigated the hotel from the attic to the cellar, they did not find the next white-haired child and his dog that could be hidden anywhere...

　　 Finally, the ghost hand walked into the hotel and looked around the devastated front desk, his eyes gloomy: "Did anyone say something?"

　　 "I swear, he is not here... he really is not here anymore!"

　　 was tied up, and the lady boss who slapped a few times choked: "He checked out half an hour ago! You guys are late...I really don’t know, I don’t know anything!"

　　 "In other words, it's empty again?"

　　The ghost hand put down the pipe, there was soot on the wall, and his voice was cold: "You tell me, we passed that **** kid?"

　　 Soon, the tramp who wanted to escape was interrupted with his legs and dragged into the dilapidated hotel.

　　 "Sir, no matter what happened to me, I didn't expect it! I swear!" The tramp begged painfully: "Go around me, I didn't deceive Mr. Shaman, I really didn't..."

　　The ghost put down his pipe and stared coldly at the tramp who was crushed on the floor. The voice of the tramp became weaker and weaker, and in the end, he couldn't speak.

　　 eyes are full of despair.

　　 "Actually, I know that this is just a small mistake, and I can't blame you."

　　 Ghost hand squatted down and put his hand on the right eye of the homeless man, his eyes filled with regret: "But unfortunately, I am not like a police officer in Scotland Yard...reasonable."

　　 Snap!

　　 Something is broken.

　　……

　　 "A thousand counts, I miss two points."

　　 On the street, Ye Qingxuan, dragging his worn-out suitcase, muttered dejectedly: "First, the entrance exam and the actual measurement are not counted, and the second is not counted..."

　　 He lowered his head and looked at the crystal ball in his hand, wishing to cry without tears:

　　"Why is this etheric ball so expensive!"

　　 In Ye Qingxuan's hand, a fist-sized crystal ball shone and reflected the light of the street lamp. In the hustle and bustle of human voices, irregular light flashes from time to time in the crystal ball.

　　, like fine silver dust, continues to rise, die, and converge in the crystal. After watching it for a long time, it makes people feel dazzled.

　　 This is one of the most commonly used measurement tools among musicians: Ether Ball.

　　, which looks like a solid crystal ball, is just a very thin and very hard shell, which is instantly shaped by high temperature. Refractive index and thickness have strict requirements that are almost critical. Runes are inscribed inside, and pure ether is infused, and it can respond to any tiny sound.

　　The one in Ye Qingxuan's hands is a civilian product sold in a store, and is the most basic type for musicians and apprentices to practice consumption. The service life is about four months, which has consumed almost all of Ye Qingxuan's money. It is said that there are more high-standard ether **** and measuring tools in the army and the musicians’ society.

　　 That is no longer something that can be bought with money.

　　 As for ‘how to communicate with the ether’, the most suitable introductory textbook for him, isn’t it in his hands?

　　 He stroked the notes the wolf flute gave him, and sighed softly.

　　 Even so, the difficulty is still very high.

　　 Until now, musicians are rare in the human world, even if every book tells you that if you want to communicate with the ether, you just need to recite runes.

The runes of 　　 notes are the basis of all musical scores and powers. They come from human exploration and research over the years. They are composed of complex basic syllables, which are obscure and difficult to recite.

　　 More than half of them are transcribed from the voice of the world by ether.

　　 evolved from runes to bars, from bars to movements, and finally formed a complete score. In the long exploration, mankind has developed a complete system, divided into seven branches and hundreds of specializations.

　　 is only in the notes of the wolf flute, only three basic notes are recorded, which are the basics for the three branches. They are the ‘extraction’ of the change school, the ‘peace’ of the forbidden school, and the ‘best nature’ of the summoning school.

　　As long as you can master any of them, you can pass the test.

　　 It's just that Ye Qingxuan is not confident that this seemingly simple test will be completed within ten days.

　　Especially, this is Avalon. In order to prevent the sound from causing a large-scale etheric commotion, the entire city is shrouded in a barrier of ether suppression from beginning to end.

　　 This enchantment is like a sieve, completely suppressing 99% of the etheric interference caused by noise, and only syllables close to the standard can produce an effect.

　　 After all, not many ordinary people dare to have anything to do with ether. People are more afraid of ether.

　　Whether it’s in the notes of the wolf flute or in the books of any musician, there will be a line of commandments written by the first pope on their covers. That line of black commandments is engraved in everyone’s heart, from birth to Die, never forget.

　　——Fear the ether.

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　　 Thanks to the blessing of church history, Ye Qingxuan was able to have a more comprehensive understanding of the current world-after all, for mankind, nine-tenths of the entire world is an unopened dark zone.

　　 Researchers all over the world use four colors uniformly when labeling maps.

　　 The most hinterland is white, which means that the ether is sparsely dense and can be inhabited by humans on a large scale. The second is yellow. Some sharp noises may cause accidents. Again, it is red. Loud noises are forbidden here... …As for black, it is a terrible forbidden area outside the border world.

　　 There, it is said that a small cough will bring a terrible chain reaction like an avalanche.

　　In the border cities of the Red Zone, yelling is not even allowed when talking. People can only whisper and are called the Silent Zone. People who have never been to the border or abroad cannot understand the pain and fear.

　　 Although the Dark Age has only ended in just three hundred years, there are countless cities and villages destroyed by the riots of the ether... For so many years, natural disasters have become a nightmare that entangles every human being.

　　 Because of this, there must be a place for a church in human settlements, not only for spiritual beliefs, but also because churches use special techniques to dilute the density of the ether when building churches to ensure safety in a certain area .

　　Because of mastering the method of communicating with the ether and manipulating the ether, musicians will be respected and feared.

　　 For the advancement and development of technology, musicians have been paying a huge price.

　　 It is said that a hundred years ago, in order to make it easier to communicate with the ether, all schools chose to establish academies on the border. However, the elimination rate and death and injury rate were too disastrous, and some schools gradually considered moving back to the hinterland-at least so that students would not blow their heads because of a syllable mistaken, or be hanged half of their bodies by the etheric vortex.

　　 Since ancient times, becoming a musician has been a dangerous business, and the difficulty of getting started is second to none. Therefore, Ye Qingxuan is considering...Is it too difficult to learn a rune within ten days?

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　　 Late at night, Lutheran Street, the empty public horse station platform.

　　 I haven't seen it for several years, it still looks like Ye Qingxuan remembered. There are few pedestrians after nightfall, but the lights are often two, and there is a bench to lie down. The temperature on summer nights is not enough to chill people, and the wind is still within the tolerable range.

　　 This is Midtown. The surrounding area is safe. As long as you don’t dress like a beggar, the police on patrol will not drive you away. Compared to squeezing those bad shacks with beggars, this is really a good place after living on the street.

　　 Moreover, it is also convenient for him to read his notes.

　　Although the contents of the notes were already familiar to him on the way to London, he decided to read them carefully. The ‘extraction’ of the change school was first abandoned by him.

　　 It requires too much sensitivity to ether. With Ye Qingxuan's current almost blind sense, even if he succeeds, he will only be unable to control the runes and be extracted into a mummy, right?

The ‘beast nature’ of the Summoning School of 　　 is the clearest in the description of the notes, but the recitation seems like a beast roaring. The six basic syllables cannot be connected at all, making Ye Qingxuan unable to grasp the point.

　　 Only the banned faction’s ‘Peace’ is the easiest to learn, but it contains dozens of basic syllables! It can be seen that the banned faction is the highest among the seven elements of entry difficulty. Ye Qingxuan really didn't have confidence in his talents.

　　 There is no way, I can only try them one by one.

　　"First, take a deep breath..."

　　 Ye Qingxuan sat on the bench, eating the last dry food. With the help of the light, he read the pamphlet in his hand: "Relax the larynx muscles, feel the expansion of the lungs, and then exhale slowly, with the tongue slightly against the teeth..."

　　According to the ‘knack’ taught in the book, he uttered the syllable of ‘ξ’ with expectation...Well, how come it was like being stabbed?

　　 Of course, the Ether Ball did not respond.

　　 He clicked his lips, always feeling that something was wrong. The boy tried again hopefully... This time it didn't seem to be stabbed, it was like a group of ducks quacking.

　　 Ether Ball still has no response.

　　"……"

　　 Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath and comforted himself: "It must be my insincere. Sincere, sincere, don't think about it."

　　 Lao Fei lay on the bench, squinted at the second man, and quickly retracted his gaze and went back to sleep.

　　 "Oh oh... No, it's still wrong."

　　 "Yeah~IndoMTL.com~Huh? Why is there no response..."

　　 "Oh oh oh..."

　　 In the long summer night, Ye Qingxuan wasted three hours before realizing that perhaps he and this syllable are very poorly related. Maybe it would be better to change a syllable.

　　 Next, the ether ball proved with silence: changing the syllable will not be better.

　　 "Oh oh oh!!"

　　 "Ah oh!!"

　　 "Yeah..."

　　 No matter what Ye Qingxuan tried, the ether ball still didn’t respond. In the end, Ye Qingxuan, who had a sore throat, couldn’t help throwing the pamphlet in his hand to the ground, “Is there any mistake?! What the **** is this? Ah!"

　　 Ye Qingxuan glared at the etheric ball, as if to see a flower, but no matter how he stared, the crystal ball remained motionless and did not give any reaction.

　　 "Is it broken?"

　　 He shook a bit, trying to be sure, but at that moment, the etheric ball lit up.

　　 "Huh?!"

　　 is like the light of a firefly, the flash in the etheric sphere faintly lights up and then goes out, like silver powder floating in the liquid. Immediately afterwards, countless flashes appeared like stars, flashing irregularly, illuminating Ye Qingxuan's stunned face.

　　 "What's the matter?"

　　 He looked around in surprise, a strange smell came from the wind.

　　 faint laughter sounded from a distance.

　　 Something is coming.