Silent Crown Chapter 88: The Dark Legend (Part 1)

　　 The next day, early in the morning, quietly went to Jianlan Underground Palace.

　　In the square, in front of the huge bronze gate, Dominic leaned back and slowly pushed the heavy bronze gate open. In the deep darkness, a yin wind swept the dust.

　　 "Come with me."

　　He glanced at the young man behind him: "I will take you to the big library."

　　 Ye Qingxuan nodded, and then walked into the darkness behind the gate.

　　 Behind him, the heavy bronze door suddenly closed. In the darkness, he could only vaguely see the figure in front of him by the dim glow of the wind lantern in his hand.

　　 In the surging darkness, a gust of wind blew out the flames in the lantern through the glass. Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, and stopped.

　　 "What's wrong?"

　　 Dominic turned his head, his eyes seemed to be burning like a ghost fire, faintly shining, and Ye Qingxuan's heart was a little hairy. Seeing his face, Dominic chuckled softly: "Don't be afraid, as long as you don't turn on the lights on this section of the road, there is nothing to be afraid of."

　　"……"

　　 Ye Qingxuan's mouth twitched, and he didn't know what to say, so he quickly followed, for fear of getting lost here.

　　 There was silence in the darkness, but Ye Qingxuan always felt that someone was following him step by step. The faint sound of the wind seemed to be someone laughing, but he could not hear clearly if he could distinguish the words carefully.

　　 Those invisible things surround him, as if looking at his face and naked body, some eagerly opened his mouth, wanting to swallow the sweet flesh and blood into his mouth.

　　 But on Ye Qingxuan's wrist, the little bell made a faint sound, making them afraid to approach.

　　 In the end, the darkness finally passed, and the light of torches lit up in the long corridor. The swaying light re-illuminated his body, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

　　 In that long darkness, he almost felt that his body was going to be dissolved.

　　 "It's here."

　　At the end of the tunnel, Dominic stretched out his hand and opened the heavy iron door for Ye Qingxuan.

　　The hinge of the iron gate rubbed, making a sharp sound. The sharp voice stirred up an echo in the darkness, like overlapping and faint laughter.

　　Behind the iron gate, a warm light was shining in the empty hall.

　　 It seems that someone has been maintaining this place all the year round. The glazed tiles on the ground can be wiped to illuminate the figure, and the crystal lamp on the ceiling is spotless.

　　 There is no stale atmosphere in the library, and no dust can be seen here. Everything is maintained in perfect order and organized.

　　 Behind the reading rest area composed of three rows of long tables, there are layers of old bookshelves lined with dense books.

　　Some of them were printed only in recent years, with novel craftsmanship, and the smell of ink with the fragrance of roses. Some looked like cultural relics from the dark ages. The papyrus was wrapped in sheepskin, exuding a faint **** atmosphere.

　　"The large library of the Royal Conservatory of Music is the largest library in the entire Kingdom of Anglo. At the beginning of its establishment, it was to preserve the fire of civilization under the attack of natural disasters.

　　There are many confidential materials, letters, and meeting minutes kept in the library. In addition to the precious music scores and secret books of musicians, there are also some hidden secrets...

　　Everything in this is kept secret. Even if you accidentally see something, please keep your mouth under control. I don't need to say more about such things, right? "

　　 "No, no." Ye Qingxuan shook his head vigorously, always feeling that a little slower would be the old man's mouth.

　　 "Very good."

　　Dominic nodded: "In addition to you, there are some small things kept inside. If you accidentally see it, don’t be surprised.

　　 The pass bell on your wrist is only valid for one day. If it doesn’t come out before twelve o’clock, it will be treated as an intruder. understand? "

　　 "Understand, understand."

　　 "There are five levels here. You have permission to walk in the area below the musician level. If you go wrong, you will be dealt with by those little things, understand?"

　　 "Uh, I understand."

　　 Ye Qingxuan began to wonder if the little thing was a little thing at all.

　　 "Don't damage the books, and don't try to steal. Those little things are old-fashioned'people' who like to care about things. If you get them offended,...you know."

　　 "I understand." Ye Qingxuan sighed: "Is it dealt with, right?"

　　 "Children can teach."

　　 Dominic nodded, motioning for him to go in.

　　 "The last question."

　　 Ye Qingxuan asked curiously: "There is not even a sign here. What if I accidentally go wrong?"

　　 "How easy is this."

　　 Dominic smiled, "When you hear footsteps behind yourself, it means you should look back."

　　His figure disappeared into the darkness.

　　"……"

　　 The iron gate closed suddenly, leaving only Ye Qingxuan in the silent library again. But the feeling of being peeped at by something has not disappeared, but it has become stronger.

　　 He sat in a chair in the reading area and looked around. There was no one here.

　　 But when he closed his eyes, he always felt that he was actually full of people around him.

　　 Those who are clearly non-existent are scholars of etiquette. They looked through the classics in this quiet library, silent, and even the sound of their fingers turning the pages of the book was so slight.

　　 When staring at each other, their eyes are deep and powerful, like black vortexes. In the end, their gaze fell on the youth who did not belong here, and no longer looked away.

　　 is blank on their faces!

　　 Ye Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes, and the fantasy in his mind dissipated, as if it had never existed.

　　 He shook his head and stopped scaring himself.

　　"Okay, next, let’s figure out where the school’s teaching records are."

　　According to what Charles said to him before, there should be nothing in the first layer that he cannot let himself know.

　　 Sure enough, all the bookshelves passing by are full of hydrogeography, reports and records of the past years, and some boring accounts.

　　 can occasionally see some biographies and travel notes, as well as some historical records of other countries.

　　 But these things are of no value to Ye Qingxuan.

　　 He crossed the record division and moved on. The next division was filled with currency exchange rates from various countries in circulation over the years and the delivery records of bulk futures in the exchange.

　　 This is an accounting paradise, but it is also useless to Ye Qingxuan. He was not interested in the trade war between Dongtianzhu Company and Yunlou. Although I understand that the amount of money involved is incredibly large, I will definitely be rewarded by studying it, and maybe I will be able to seize the future market trends and make a fortune, but it has nothing to do with Ye Qingxuan's purpose.

　　The next division is finally the division of musicians, and people who look at various large research materials are dazzled. Ye Qingxuan squatted under the bookshelf, staring at the entire row of music scores recording the basic runes of each school, drooling, and finally said goodbye to them heartbroken, and continued to search for the files he wanted.

　　 Until the end, he finally found Avalon's area in the corner of the first floor.

　　"But this place is really big enough..."

　　 Ye Qingxuan looked around dozens of bookshelves around him, and those two bookshelves that were as high as two were filled with various manuscripts. Most of them even only have a series of numbers and numbers, not even the title of the book.

　　 If you want to find something in it without a catalog index, it's just looking for a needle in a haystack.

　　"Book management is a science."

　　 At this moment, Ye Qingxuan finally deeply understood the meaning of the priest's original sentence.

　　 He sat on the ground and looked up at the bookshelf that was more than three meters long and connected to the ceiling. A feeling of weakness suddenly emerged in his heart.

　　"Looking for a needle in the haystack is just a needle in the haystack."

　　 He gritted his teeth, pulled out the file closest to him, and opened it, only to find that it was an intelligence record of a criminal organization in the lower city of Avalon.

　　"Shaman: Whereabouts Investigation Report?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan was taken aback, turned two more pages, and saw the faded text: "...According to the investigation, the shaman had secretly left Avalon five days ago, and the relevant traces are difficult to investigate. Suspicion and smuggling The fleet is about..."

The above period of 　　 is six years ago, and there are several sticky notes in the back, which are the results of follow-up investigations. It’s a pity that the content is ‘unknown’, ‘never appeared’, and finally ‘missing’.

　　 The ten legendary ‘shaman’ of Avalon, the king of the lower city just disappeared in the net of heaven and earth laid down by the royal musicians...?

　　 Unfortunately, the follow-up investigation results are gone here. Ye Qingxuan, who was fascinated, called out to cheat~IndoMTL.com~ This record has been recorded since the appearance of the mysterious man, until the disappearance of the shaman. The records can be described as exhaustive. From the very beginning, the unknown **** in the Xiacheng District became the ruler of the entire Xiacheng District in just a few months.

　　 Among the gangs in the Xiacheng District, first the Bear Claw Association of the Caucasians, then the Union of the Tianzhu people, and then the Family Party Association of the Corsicans... The criminal organizations in the Xiacheng District are loyal to this mysterious man one by one. Under the commander, he respectfully offered one-fifth of his monthly income, hoping that the shaman would give them a license.

　　 And the recorder also made assumptions based on research evidence, re-deduced the content and transactions of the shaman and various gangs negotiations, and included many rumors. All kinds of descriptions are very graphic, which makes people want to see them.

　　 In the end, the most important place was reached. When the shaman and the nobles who secretly intervened in the smuggling business were engaged in a confrontation... Suddenly, the bottom was gone. It ends with a missing sentence, which is simply disappointing.

　　"Is the author going to be a caster! Why is there no more below?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan muttered in a low voice, put the file back, and pulled out a new one from the same row, this time...

　　""The Flesh Butcher: An Analysis of the White Ju Hotel Massacre"?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan was taken aback, and then pulled out another book: ""Soul Eater Processing Report"?"

　　 followed by "Ghost: Criminal Record", "Ghost Carriage: Route Analysis and Sorting"... In the end, he finally understood what the entire bookshelf was.

　　Hey, hey, aren’t they all the investigation files of the ten legends of Avalon?