Silent Crown Chapter 92: Play the piano against Xia

　　 Late at night, Avalon downtown, dock area.

　　In the thick night, the old man stood in the shadows, smoking his pipe in silence.

　　 The debt collector who used to be famous in Xiacheng District and kept so many people awake at night-Ghost Hand, is sitting on the broken wooden box and waiting quietly.

　　 Finally, in the silence of the waves, a fishy-smelling fishing boat stopped on the edge of this small pier.

　　 A broken wooden plank was put on the shore, and then a steady stream of fish and crabs were carried ashore by the dark-skinned fishermen.

　　 Ghost Hand stood silently on the shore, letting the precious cargo pass by. First, it was used to cover the outermost fish and shrimp, followed by the spirits, weapons, silk and ceramics hidden deep in the cabin.

　　 "Is there so much goods this time?"

　　He took the order from the boatman, glanced at it twice, and frowned: "Who else is the one who will ship the goods?"

　　 The boatman hesitated and said in a low voice, "In Wales, someone got on the boat through our channel. It looks like the background is so big, we didn’t dare to ask more."

　　 "Did you not say that the goods this time are important?" Guishou's eyes narrowed, and the boatman's expression began to panic: "We said, but he insisted on getting on the ship, and he said... he Also said..."

　　 "What else did he say?"

　　The ghost hand took off the pipe at the corner of his mouth, and his old expression appeared gloomy.

　　 "I said, I know you."

　　 In the cabin behind him, a voice sounded: "——Then he brought me here."

　　Guishou's body suddenly stiffened, and his muscles were tense, as if he were facing an enemy.

　　 He didn't feel the presence of someone in the cabin behind him at all, but someone was there, standing in the shadow, like a ghost... staring at him from beginning to end.

　　 And, the voice is familiar!

　　 "Who is where?"

　　 He turned his head stiffly, a suspicious expression in his eyes.

The sound of 　　 leather boots stepping on the deck came. In the shadow of the cabin, someone stepped on the pedals and walked ashore into the moonlight.

　　His face is hidden in the shadow under the wide-brimmed hat, but he can vaguely see that the corners of his mouth are curved, as if he is smiling.

　　The ghost hand was startled, the killing intent in his eyes disappeared. He took a step back and took a deep breath, full of astonishment and surprise.

　　 "Sir?" He took a step forward, recognizing the face of the person who came.

　　"Why? Don't you recognize me?"

　　The visitor took off his hat, the wrinkles on his face were full of wind and frost, but his eyes were sharp, like a torch:

　　"Leaving here for so many years, I thought everything had changed. But seeing you still so slow, I suddenly felt relieved."

　　 "First... be born, is it really you?"

　　Guishou leaned forward and stared at that face carefully, as if looking at an unrealistic hallucination. But when he was sure that the returnee in front of him was not his own conjecture, he couldn't help but laugh, as if he had encountered the best things in the world.

　　 "Welcome back, sir."

　　He strode forward and hugged the man hard: "You never think how long I have been waiting for this day."

　　 "Sorry, there are some things to be busy, so I came back later."

　　 The man known as the ‘shaman’ hugs his long-lost friend, raises his head with emotion, and looks into the distance.

　　 In the distance, the moonlight is shining in the sky, and the silver is shining. The city built on the hillside and towering into the clouds cast a huge black shadow. The edges and corners of the black shadow are sharp and hideous, stinging people's eyes.

　　 That is Avalon.

　　"—Old man, I'm back."

　　The shaman smiled and whispered softly.

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　　 In the sound of the waves, the dock area was silent.

　　The shaman took out two copper pipes from his pocket and gave one to the ghost hand: "Come on?"

　　 Guishou smiled, took it, poured a cigar from the copper pipe, put it under the nose and sniffed, the brow wrinkled:

　　 "To be honest, your taste has not improved for so many years."

　　"Your words have always been so unrelenting."

　　 The shaman laughed, lit his cigar, took a deep breath, and exhaled mist.

　　 "After so many years, I almost forget what it looks like here."

　　He turned his head, looked at the chaotic and non-human wharf area, and slowly shook his head, "Unfortunately...even if it has changed so much. The muddy smell in his bones is still the same."

　　Ghost shrugged, "This is Avalon, sir."

　　 "Yes, this is Avalon."

　　 The shaman snapped his fingers and asked: "How are things going on recently? My friend, let me have some bad news. You know I need to cheer up."

　　 Guishou tilted his head for a moment and shook his head.

　　 "If there is bad news, I am afraid it will be everywhere."

　　He bluntly said: "To be honest, you have been forgotten by this city, sir. Avalon has no rules anymore.

　　 Since the mysterious professor appeared, the place has become more and more chaotic.

　　Tianzhu dealers who sell banned drugs, mafia who collect protection money, Asgardian soldiers who have nowhere to go after the disarmament of the motherland, rat clubs who do dirty work for some nobles, sea snakes who smuggle silk and spices...

　　Thanks to the ‘professor’ who provided them with a crime guide, more and more people now find this bowl of rice easy to serve and live a good life in exchange for the lives of others. "

　　 "It's okay, they will know..."

　　 The shaman sighed, as if feeling the arrangement of fate: "——I'm back, the long good days have passed."

　　Guishou's eyes lit up, "Are you ready to..."

　　 The shaman raised his hand and blocked the ghost hand. The next words: "Change the subject, old friend, say something that makes people happy. What happened to the Eastern kid I asked you to find?"

　　"The location of the child has been checked. He is in the Royal Conservatory of Music. The trader does not want us to move him. If you are not here, we can't turn our faces."

　　 "It doesn't matter, we'll just wait and see for now."

　　 "I am afraid the situation does not allow us to continue to wait and see."

　　Guishou’s eyes flashed a little chill: "Last night, overnight, the story of that kid has spread throughout Avalon.

　　 Now all the bosses in Xiacheng know that he has something in his hand, he can find the blood path, enter the ‘Shadow of Avalon’, and get the treasure left by King Arthur. "

　　"...treasure?"

　　 Shaman was taken aback: "Who would think that the mad king will leave a treasure?"

　　"People with lust, they say that the reason you left was to find clues to enter the shadow of Avalon. Now, many people are looking for him frantically.

Professor 　　 has already released the words, that kid, he is bound to win. "

　　 "It's so funny."

　　The shaman understood what he meant, and couldn’t help but want to laugh: “There are always people who think that there are treasures, artifacts, gold fingers in this world, legendary music scores and secret books, which can help one step up to the sky. , Feihuang Tengda...Unfortunately, the reality is so cruel, they will always break their dreams.

　　-You know, the East is not only silk, porcelain, and spices... There are even more terrifying monsters there. "

　　 "You mean that kid?"

　　 "You won't forget, right?"

　　 The shaman lowered his eyes, seeming to recall: "The last Oriental who was favored by Hermes, how much trouble did he make?"

　　Ghost's expression changed, as if recalling something, he subconsciously pressed his right hand-there seemed to be the phantom pain left there.

　　"So, let the young people's affairs be left to the young. Those of us lusty old men have more important things to do."

　　The shaman threw the cigar into the mud under his feet, watching it snorting in the mud, his eyes became deep:

　　"Look, the clean and spotless city I cleaned back then has become a mud pool, smelly everywhere, with the smell of rotting corpses.

　　 Someone has to stand up and retrieve the forgotten rules. Let the group of lost hungry dogs know who is their leader.

　　Who is the original owner of this mud pool..."

　　 "As you wish, sir."

　　Ghost hand responded softly, but the rickety and thin figure suddenly changed.

　　 Because those old eyes lit up, like the flames of the sun reflecting off.

　　 In this thin old body, something is slowly waking up, burning vigorously. That kind of thing made him young again, cold-hearted, and crazy.

　　 became the beast walking in the dark again, grinding his teeth and sucking blood, waiting for the real hunting.

　　 gazed at the dark city, the ghost hand opened his mouth and laughed freely:

　　"——The guys who forget the rules will know who is the real master here."

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　　 It was also late at night, in the silent basement of the Royal Academy of Music.

　　 The sharp piano sound like the friction of an iron sheet jumps in the silence, like a screaming soul wandering. It's just that the sound that should have been like a tsunami was a bit fragmented at this moment.

　　In front of the old piano, Ye Qingxuan could almost say that he was playing music with difficulty, but behind him, someone interrupted his performance mercilessly.

　　 "Wrong again! Did you feed the old fee with your sense of rhythm?"

　　 Charles held a slender bamboo whip and knocked it on the back of Ye Qingxuan's hand, his eyes were cold: rhythm! Pay attention to the rhythm! Do you think the faster you play, the more rhythm you have? Again! "

　　 Ye Qingxuan looked at his numb hands and sighed: "Brother..."

　　 "Shut up, the waste is not qualified to speak, hurry up and practice!"

　　 Charles was immersed in the role of the devil coach, waving the bamboo whip excitedly: "Otherwise I will make you look good! Cry, scream! No one will save you..."

　　 "No, I mean..."

　　 Before he finished speaking, Charles struck his shoulder with a whip, with a vicious expression: "You have weak forehand, poor backhand, loose fingering, slow rhythm, every movement is decent! You want it too! Playing the piano? Have your dreams! Practice as soon as possible, otherwise you will be fined to stand until tomorrow morning."

　　 "Listen to me..."

　　 "Don't want to ask for love! There is no weakness here, this is a cruel classroom! Let students exchange blood and tears for lessons!"

　　 "...The teacher is behind you."

　　 "Even if the teacher is...what?"

　　 Charles was stunned before he finished speaking.

　　 In an awkward silence, he turned his head stiffly and saw Abraham who was expressionless behind him. Abraham stared at his disciple, his eyes full of irritation.

　　 "Uh..."

　　 Shire's expression collapsed frantically. He turned his head and looked at Ye Qingxuan for the last time, with tears: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

　　 "I said it earlier."

　　 Ye Qingxuan shrugged: "You won't give me a chance~ IndoMTL.com~ In Shire's trembling silence, Abraham finally spoke, his voice utterly unhappy and angry: "Cruel classroom? Exchange blood and tears for lessons? Charles, did I teach you this? "

　　 "I, I..." Charles wanted to cry without tears: "I taught myself."

　　 "You taught yourself very well. I asked you to guide Ye Zi to practice. You can understand so many principles. It really makes me feel a lot of emotion."

　　 He took the little bamboo whip that Charles didn’t know where it came from, and knocked it on his head: "Now, go to the penalty station."

　　He paused, squeezing a few words from his teeth: "Stand till tomorrow morning."

　　 Charles, with tears in his eyes, silently leaned against the corner of the wall, with the Anglo Encyclopedia on his head, he started to stand in pain...

　　After dealing with the Shire, Abraham sighed and looked at Ye Qingxuan: "You have just started learning notes for less than a month, and now you are starting to learn how to play plural notes. I think it’s too early.

　　 notes, phrases, passages, and movements must always be made step by step.

　　 The performance of a section composed of bars is already a ‘rhythm-level’ technique. "

　　 "It's always right to learn early."

　　 Ye Qingxuan laughed, and played the piano in front of him dexterously: "Teacher, did you say that? The playing pattern is always the same, except that plural notes are used at the same time... Besides, I still I found a good'etude'."

　　""Black Friday"?"

　　 Mention this, Abraham couldn't help sighing.