Silent Crown Chapter 120: Good friends

In the sunset in the afternoon, the last ray of light passed away quietly. There are still lights on in the basement of Baidu search Geli Literature.com.

Charles stared intently at the leather dress on the shelf in front of him, mending the damage and breaches on it.

Although he originally thought the design was perfect, but now it seems that once something is put into actual combat, there will be a lot of problems.

Just **, there have been many problems.

Charle opened the inside of the dress and focused on the "iron bones", muttering in bits and pieces: "The shoulders are not strong enough to bear the load for a long time, I am afraid that the metal will fatigue .

There are also some problems with the guiding structure, but it should not be too troublesome to fix it. But its own stability is a problem... Junior brother will really have a problem, to reduce weight, but also to ensure solidity..."

"Are you still busy?"

A voice came from behind.

"Teacher?" Charles looked back in shock: "Isn't it time for class?"

Abraham spreads his hands: "The only student who is willing to attend class is also absent today."

"Where is the younger brother?"

"Still sleeping, maybe you are tired?."

"He will be tired too? It sounds like a joke."

Charle shook his head: "Sometimes I really feel like he is made of iron. But even if he is made of iron, he will be fatigued even if he puts so much pressure on himself? It's only a month, just I have already explored the rhythm level..."

"It's been a month so soon? I feel like a few days have passed."

Abraham sighed: "I was worried that you might not get along well, but now it seems that you are already very good friends."

"A good friend?" Charles seemed to think of something, and couldn't help laughing.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, just heard a joke two days ago."

Charles said: "The so-called good friends are like stars. It doesn't matter if you see them often. But you know, as long as you look up, they will always look at you from a distance. What? Do you use it."

"...Charles, why do I think you are getting more and more beating?"

"I don't want to. Teacher."

Charle spread his hands helplessly, but looked a little helpless: "Before, when I was dreaming, I dreamed of a very interesting comic. The comic is about a Batman. He is in his own city. Fighting evil, there are many powerful enemies.

While upholding justice, he met a group of good friends with high abilities. Some of them can fly into the sky and escape with the radiation in their eyes~~. Some are female warriors in three-point bikinis, some can shine green, and some can talk to fish. They united in a united manner and signed up as a member of the tights club together.

But no matter how many good friends there are, the Bat Warrior will always fight alone. When he faces a powerful enemy alone, his group of good friends are useless...

Like a leaf. "

He turned his head and looked at the dress on the shelf, his eyes dimmed: "Teacher, look. I also want to become a hero with radiation in my eyes, but unfortunately, I'm just a piece of waste. Some Time. I really feel that I am about to become a useless good friend."

Abraham was silent for a long time and patted him on the shoulder: "There are some things that others are destined to be unable to help."

Charle shrugged.

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"Speaking of which, I think Junior Brother has something unusual recently."

"Maybe grown up?"

Abraham nodded and said: "You did the same at the time, quietly stuffing pornographic books under the **."

"Ahem, I didn't mean this."

Charle was choked by his own saliva and quickly explained: "I mean. Although he looks the same as usual, but the look in his eyes. It seems to be afraid of something."

"Oh." Abraham nodded.

"Teacher, do you have any solutions?"

Abraham shook his head.

"Teacher, you can't help it?"

"Actually, in my opinion, if you are afraid. Just be afraid. Why do you want to force yourself not to be afraid?" Abraham looked at him: "When you were young, Shire, didn't you often have nightmares?"

Charle's smile stiffened, and he looked away: "...that's all from the past."

"Well, it will pass."

Abraham said.

The room became silent again.

In the long silence, Charles stared at the skeleton in front of him, and suddenly asked softly: "Teacher, do you have anything to fear?"

"I have, there are many."

Abraham nodded calmly, but his eyes were a little sad: "I was scared a few days ago that the college would not send me money... After all, you know, you owe a lot of money. Hard to do."

"Uh..."

Looking at him, Abraham laughed.

"The older you are, the more you worry about things, and the more things you are afraid of. When I was young, I always thought that it would be nice if I was not afraid of anything. However, it would be true if I was not afraid of anything. Okay?

No need to force yourself? "

In Shire’s silence, Abraham reached out and lifted the dress on the shelf: "Is this your work? Well done."

Charle shrugged, "I can't be a musician, I can only do these things, they are all gadgets."

"Actually, it’s not a pity not to be a musician. Being a well-known craftsman will also be respected. As long as you live for a long time, it’s okay. Is there anyone who stipulates what must be done is the right thing? I originally had I want to cultivate Leaf into a scholar.

Unfortunately, it seems that he doesn't want to be a scholar anymore. I can only help him in other ways. "

Speaking, Abraham stretched out his hand to the air, and the four fingers of the steel prosthesis slowly opened, as if holding something. As a result, the "Requiem" barrier that originally enveloped the entire academy was separated by a gap.

The huge enchantment that exists in the air and ubiquitously operates secretly at this moment, and the thick and substantial ether emerges from the cracks and flows into the basement, rippling with magnificent light.

On the black iron arm, a pitch-black violin emerged silently, the strings trembling, playing a melodious and quiet melody.

When that melody plays. The whole world seemed to be quiet.

Everything is no longer restless, but into unspeakable peace, like a deep sleep. Entered into a peacefully beautiful dream. No killing, no anxiety. There is no hesitation.

Everything belongs to such a peaceful state.

This is the broken chapter of the legendary "Dragon's Sleep Enchantment". It is derived from the silent music score of the "Requiem", which makes all musician-level movements lose the power of effect.

——Resonance level movement. Quiet!

The ether waved with that melody, making waves, and everything fell asleep wherever it passed.

In the midst of the waves, Abraham swayed the melody, controlling this huge power to converge on the pitch-black windbreaker. Transformed into a note, submerged in it.

On the steel skeleton, layers of complex music scores slowly light up, and then gradually disappear. In the end, as the melody disappeared, the original shape was restored.

The original ‘Quiet’ sheet music has been delicately and carefully sealed in it.

Although Abraham is not an alchemist of changing factions, based on the study of the forbidden factions, Abraham turned it into a seal and transplanted it into the dress. Make it into an alchemy equipment.

"Compared to a professional alchemist, the engraving I made can only be used as a one-time consumable."

Abraham shook his head regretfully and hung it back on the shelf.

"For him. It is enough for the time being."

Charles sensed the power in the dress and carefully distinguished:

"'Tranquility Enchantment', once activated, within ten meters it will become the etheric silence zone, and the time is only half a minute. For all the movements below the resonance level, musicians who have not broken through the barriers of knowledge cannot mobilize ether. .

With it there, at least there is no problem with life-saving. "

Abraham was silent, looking at his steel arm. On the inside of the arm. The notes that kept shining, seemed to remind him of something.

He stretched out his hand. I feel this rune that only needs a little stimulation to activate, and what it contains. The ‘movement’ that was enough to burn himself and the whole house to ashes—this is his shackles and shackles.

Abraham retracted his eyes and sighed softly:

"There is only so much I can do."

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Ye Qingxuan woke up from his sleep, feeling that his body was sore and soft, and the overload of ether control made him dizzy.

Even if the Jiuxiao Ring Pei performs fine manipulations on his behalf, just playing the plural notes makes him do his best.

Even if the movement of "Black Friday" was tailored for him by his father, he had to personally control every ‘interval’ control.

He wants to control the superposition and combination of notes to form the structure of the ‘interval’, just like controlling the characters to make a phrase, and then this kind of phrase is put together into sentences and paragraphs, which are the ‘bars’ in the movement.

Every bar performance requires his full attention. If he hadn't hid in the coffin in advance last night, I'm afraid it would have been exposed.

"I hope I won't be so troubled tonight."

Ye Qingxuan rubbed his face, got up from the top, got into the bathroom and took a shower.

But when he looked in the mirror, even himself was startled by the person in the mirror.

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In the faint light, the white-haired teenager stood silently in the shadow, staring into the mirror, with dark circles under his eyes, as if he lacked sleep, but his eyes were sharp, as if he was getting sharper after being beaten. Up the sword.

But the friendliness and indifferent that will never be forgotten, no longer the enthusiasm.

After gaining something, I lost something.

Perhaps it is really like what Charles said. The classroom is a place where lessons are exchanged for blood and tears. The most effective education is to give pain.

Xiacheng District is a good school, although what I learned was not what I wanted.

Ye Qingxuan looked at the mirror and sighed in a low voice after a long time.

"Junior Brother, do you think you are so handsome that you can't even recognize you?" A faint voice came from the diagonal sting, which made Ye Qingxuan tremble subconsciously.

"Brother, you don't want to frighten people, okay?" He sighed.

"I know I know that when a person is indulged in his own beauty, I hate others to be disturbed." Charles leaned over, combed his hair in the mirror, his eyes admiring:

"It's true, I often feel this way. How can the handsome person in the mirror be me? Every time I see someone who can look so handsome, my knees can't help but soft... When I looked in the mirror in the morning the other day, I couldn’t help but kneel down on myself!"

"Brother!"

Ye Qingxuan can't suppress the itchy hands~ IndoMTL.com~ If you want to beat this guy to death, forget it.

"Okay, I understand, shut up, right?"

Charle shrugged and patted him on the shoulder: "Speaking of brother."

"Huh?"

Charle played with the soap box on the sink in his hand and whistled: "After taking a bath for so long, have you noticed that your pants are not worn yet?"

"..." Ye Qingxuan looked up silently and sighed up to the sky.

It doesn't matter who it is, a thunder will come down and smash this guy to death. (To be continued)

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