Silent Crown Chapter 179: Redemption in the quagmire

"Don't worry, I will help you resolve that rumor. You have nothing to do with the blood, and you shouldn't have anything to do with this mess. To Li Literature Net

At least I have to be worthy of your father and keep you away from these dirty work. "

The shaman suddenly said softly, "You just need to go back to the Royal Conservatory of Music and wait for peace of mind. Soon, order will return and Avalon will restore peace.

You can live your own life, Ye Qingxuan. "

But in the silence, the young man did not respond to his words, just lowered his head, and asked softly after a long time: "Do you think I will?"

The old man was taken aback, "Is the shaman's guarantee not enough?"

Ye Qingxuan laughed and shook his head slowly: "This is not a guaranteed problem, nor is it something promised to be resolved."

The shaman was waiting to say something, but he heard the boy’s question:

"Even if you protect me? If one day, I really have something to do with the blood path, do you choose the shadow of Avalon, or choose the son of a trivial old man?

Whether you like it or not, I have been drawn into this quagmire. Now that I am here, at least I have to figure out what is going on here.

Close your eyes and plug your ears, bury your head in the sand, when nothing happens...this is not my style. "

"You don't trust me?"

"I just want to say that no one's guarantee is enough for this kind of thing."

The young man said: "You can promise countless times, but there is only one life, so you really can't fake others.

If my refusal hurts your self-esteem, I'm sorry, I still need to live carefully and carefully. I don't want to die too early before I finish something. "

The atmosphere became cold.

The shaman stopped talking. It was like looking at the jealousy and rebelliousness in the eyes of the young man.

"...In other words, after finishing some things, it doesn't matter even if you die?"

Ye Qingxuan thought for a while. Nodding:

"Perhaps."

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The shaman gave him a deep look and looked away. The tone also changed from soft to serious. He was no longer an old ghost, and became a shaman, the once emperor of darkness.

"Since you are not ready to withdraw, why not do me a favor."

"Does the dignified shaman have something I can help?" Ye Qingxuan asked back.

The shaman nodded, "As you can see, I'm at war with the entire Lower City, and there is the giant house in front of me.

And the professor is a hindrance. "

Ye Qingxuan was taken aback. "You are not even afraid of the House, do you still care about the professor?"

"That's because you don't know the destructiveness of the professor himself."

The shaman said, "For me, as long as the heart is obstructed, there are weaknesses, as long as there is a purpose, there are traces to follow. As long as there are benefits, then there is plenty to do.

This is a gambling game, I have a lot of chips, so. In the House, I never worry.

——The professor is different from them. "

His pupils were full of chills: "The professor is a lunatic and an unstable factor. Because he doesn't care about any gambling, and no one knows what he is thinking. What's more terrifying is that he knows so much. .

Nine years ago, he appeared in Avalon. He broke the rules and order that I had left behind and led the city into a quagmire.

For so many years, he has been walking around in this quagmire, digging up some dirty dark secrets, and buying party members. Compile the network..."

"Even if he is alone, it is enough to cause huge damage. Do you understand?"

He looked at Ye Qingxuan: "I can't leave a variable in my world. Professor, it must disappear."

"So let me go?" Ye Qingxuan asked.

"Didn't you want to go? I'm also curious. Why is he so persistent to you? He firmly believes that you have some kind of relationship with the shadow of Avalon... You are also very curious about him, don't you? Say, you are even very happy because you have found a good opponent.

——A perfect opposite of you. "

As the shaman said, a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes: "I hope you don't think that the professor is a bereaved dog. He doesn't know what else is hidden.

According to the wind I heard, he is ready to raid the Royal Conservatory. If a few days later, I am afraid you will meet him in the classroom. "

Ye Qingxuan was silent.

He was shocked by the professor's handwriting.

For so many years, there are so many people in Xiacheng, so many people who are eager to get the shadow of Avalon... But there has never been a person who dared to hit the Royal Conservatory of Music.

If Ye Qingxuan does not go out, apart from the challenge of the nobles, no one dares to make his idea in the school.

It was the cradle of royal musicians, and the place where Anglo's musicians were trained. Leaving aside the defense on the face, the number of research institutions hidden in the dark doesn't know how many. Not to mention the Knights of the Round Table that will fall from the sky once the alarm is triggered...

The professor wants to attack the Royal Academy of Music?

Is he crazy? !

"So, you only need to find a professor. I believe in your ability. I will assist you. And, if necessary, I can even hire the butcher monster to solve this problem. But I I don’t want to spread much effort on him for the time being."

The shaman stared behind the towering black shadow of the city, and said softly: "After all, I have to put all my thoughts on the real enemy."

"Parliament?"

"Someone in the council. I suspect that the power of the evil **** has penetrated Avalon. To a certain extent, its followers may be hiding in it."

Ye Qingxuan pondered, and suddenly asked: "You mean, they deliberately contributed to this situation?"

The shaman nodded, with a complicated tone, "Avalon is letting the down town become chaotic, right? They watched this day by day, decayed and turned into a quagmire that can only produce blood. .

The House wants to see such a city. If they want to get blood, they can't leave any rhetoric for the royal to track down. The situation must be disturbed to be able to fish in troubled waters.

Unfortunately, as long as I'm still there, they are doomed to not get the results they want. "

He said lightly: "The instigators of the quagmire should be buried in the quagmire. I will bury their bones by myself."

"You came back to stop them?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him: "You've already gotten rid of this quagmire, haven't you? You can stand far away and watch a lively event that has nothing to do with you.

Why come back because of this kind of thing? "

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In silence. The shaman pondered for a long time:

"Probably, it's because of ‘responsibility’, right?"

"Do you think you need to be responsible for this city?" Ye Qingxuan couldn't help laughing.

"Why not?"

The shaman asked back. But the look in his eyes became helpless: "To be honest, sometimes I don't understand. My time has passed, and this city no longer welcomes me. Why should I come back?

It's just asking for trouble. "

Ye Qingxuan was silent. The shaman noticed the embarrassing atmosphere, and couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, sorry, I said something you don't understand."

He smoked a cigar, and sighed sadly: "Actually. After I left Avalon, I worked as a writer for several years and published a few books.

They are all very lame collections of poems and folk tales, so sales are bleak.

But some people like my poems, so I love them.

Sometimes I will hold meetings and chat with them. Many of them are ordinary students and researchers, immature, stubborn, and naive.

At that time, we were sitting in the tavern, drinking terrible wine.

The boss is also my reader. So give me a discount. He sometimes plays the shamisen, but it's bad. To be honest, it's pretty ugly.

Sometimes I think it would be nice if I had two more female readers, even if I was just writing a letter to me thousands of miles away, I can’t keep my eyes open, at least I can keep my mind.

But sometimes, when I get drunk in the tavern, I hold their shoulders and can say something that I don’t know what to say, I’m very satisfied, and everyone will feel very happy.

This world is so big. Some people want a lot of things, but some people just want a recognition... it's that simple.

As long as they are still there. If someone wants to read my book, I will keep writing it down. I can't write until one day, and I will die.

I want to respond to their voices. "

He looked at the teenager, "To be honest, I have been away for so long, and it has become a bird like this, which makes me very sad. Some people feel that this kind of life is very dignified, and they look forward to me. Come back. So, I am back.

Because the only person who can give them hope is me. "

"This is what I want, understand? Kid."

"I want to respond to the wishes of those people and transform this dark quagmire. I want those who cannot see the light to live with dignity."

"For so many years, so many bones have been buried in this quagmire, and they are calling for help. If I don't do these things, who will come?"

"I will rebuild the rules of this quagmire, so that those who can't see the light can also have a place, even if the light can't find it, there should be rules that allow people to live.

If there is no one to do it, then let me do it. If the people here are abandoned by the king, let me be their king. "

"Now, can you understand?"

The shaman stood on the cemetery, and the black shadow covered the tombstone, extending into the invisible place.

The man stared at Ye Qingxuan, but his eyes were like a scorching sun with no light, exuding dazzling darkness and awe:

"I'm back here because I am their savior, and I am their king!"

He took a step forward, staring at the boy in front of him, and stretched out his hand: "Come and help me, Ye Qingxuan, just like your father back then."

In the silence, there was a long silence.

Like a young man thinking deeply, until a long time later, he raised his head and made a sound:

"——I will help you."

He stared at the shaman's outstretched hand and saw the power hidden behind that hand—it was an invitation, a generous gift.

As long as he stretches out his hand and squeezes it tightly, he can become a shaman's right-hand man, calling for wind and rain in Avalon.

But he didn't reach out his hand.

Instead, he took a step back and shook his head slowly: "But I help you, not because of what you call the order of the underground world, but for myself."

The shaman was silent.

"To be honest, I don't understand what you are talking about, what savior, what king, and the order of the underground world.

——But one thing is clear to me. "

In silence, the boy raised his pupils and stared into his eyes:

"No matter how high-sounding hats you wear, it’s good to do evil, and you will never make this city better, including what you want to do, but you can only make it look not too bad.

When those people give up living in the sun, they should be prepared to die in the sewers, and they should not expect a savior to help them live with more dignity.

In the final analysis, the savior of the wicked is also a wicked person, and in the final analysis, it is still a quagmire in how orderly the underground world is. "

"Want to seek salvation in the quagmire?"

Ye Qingxuan shook his head, his expression became cold and contemptuous:

"——You found the wrong place."

In the long silence~IndoMTL.com~ the rainwater pierced through the dense fog and fell into the silent cemetery.

The rain fell on the shaman's palm, broke to pieces, and turned into gouache.

The shaman slowly withdrew his hand and sighed silently: "Ye Qingxuan, you are exactly the same as your father back then."

"Not the same."

Ye Qingxuan put on a deerstalker hat, and whispered goodbye: "It's not the same at all."

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Something happened today. I will watch it temporarily. I have been suffering from a bad cold for three or four days. I feel my legs flutter when I go out. In addition, it took a long time to write this chapter, and I was very happy to finish it. (To be continued)

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