Silent Crown Chapter 173: Something seems wrong
The next day, Jianlan Underground Palace.
As the gloomy door slowly opened, darkness surged, exuding the smell of ancient dust. The yin wind came from the darkness, got into the skirt of his clothes, and his scalp was numb.
"It's cold..."
Bart shivered subconsciously, and when he heard the fine voice from the darkness, his face paled slightly: "Teacher, is this really an academy?"
"Don't be too weird. Even in the academy, there will always be this kind of hell."
Ingmar said lightly.
This middle-aged man is handsome in his spotless long clothes. Long hair has been faintly whitish because of long-term research on the Enlightenment faction, which is tied behind his head, looking elegant and mysterious.
Whenever he looks into the dark depths, his expression is somewhat disdainful and arrogant.
As the teaching director of the School of Enlightenment and an important member of the school committee, he couldn't bear that there are still places in the school that are not controlled.
Every year, Jianlan Digong will unreasonably draw away the sky-high budget from the school committee, but so far, even a report has not been handed in. It is ridiculous.
The ghost knows what is going on here!
"Are your students ready?"
The gatekeeper in front of the door glanced at Bart, and when he saw his pale face, he couldn't help laughing softly.
"Wait, please do it yourself, I'll go first, there will be someone in there to lead the way."
He noticed the disgust in Ingmar's eyes, so he smiled softly and turned away.
"Pretend to be a ghost."
Watching his disappearance, Ingmar snorted coldly.
If it wasn't for special reasons, he wouldn't even come here. Every time he felt the indifferent eyes of the goalkeeper Dominic, he felt a deep humiliation. That kind of war dog can only show off here.
Think of it here. His mood became more and more unhappy: "Bart, don't be in a daze. You know how difficult it is to enter the large library of the Royal Conservatory of Music.
This time, Enlightenment Academy has devoted a lot of resources. I won this opportunity for you, don't let down my expectations of you. "
Bart nodded quickly.
"Very good."
Ingmar said in a cold voice: "I told you those books. You must remember them clearly. Don't be like the shame of the academy. After you come in, you will have nothing to learn and just leave it empty."
"I will seize this opportunity." Bart's eyes were determined.
"Very good."
Ingmar nodded, "The school day is about to come, so you should be prepared first, and don't be overwhelmed by Abraham's old and disabled student who believes in perverse theory.
This time, I must give the old handicapped some color, understand? "
"I understand..."
Bart rubbed his still aching chin with a cold expression: "I understand."
"Then go."
Ingmar watched Bart into the door. A smile came up at the corner of his mouth: Sooner or later, that old ghost who believes in fallacies and dared to refute himself will be driven out of the college by himself.
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The wind is blowing.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the dark corridor, and Bart looked around blankly with a wind lantern in his hand, but still couldn't help shaking in the fine voices around him.
It's so evil here.
He touched the ring on his finger and tried to muster his courage.
This time, his teacher gave him the quota allocated to him by the Enlightenment Academy, so that he could enter the large library to read the manuscripts of the movements collected in it.
Although they are all movements below the resonance level. But those manuscripts were hand-written by saints of previous generations, and they contained the spirituality and mystery of musical scores, which enabled readers to master the melody and power at times the speed of normal numbers.
For this. Ingmar specially tailored a book list for him. As long as he can learn all the melodies in the manuscript according to the catalog, then he will definitely be able to make progress by leaps and bounds.
Those scores are all models carefully selected by Ingmar, which can help Bart further master his unique score: the first movement of "The Crown Song." If you use this to break through to the level of a musician by then, the heavens and humans will feel, and there will be even greater benefits waiting for him.
Although the time is only twelve hours, it does not mean that there is no other way.
Bart pinched the ring on his index finger and smiled.
That is the "Ring of the Memories" he bought for a big price. As long as it is activated, it can double the user's understanding and memory capabilities. It can also transcribe what the user reads and sees into the gems in the ring in a secret way.
Even if copying is prohibited, he can silently make copies of those manuscripts.
Wait for me to officially enter the musicianship level. It was the day when the Oriental **** and his trash teacher were kicked out of the college!
A cruel expression flashed in his eyes. These days, the School of Revelation has been enduring the shame brought by the Music History Department. The deviant old and disabled, stubbornly researching what interpretation method, has ignored their kindness many times, and is unwilling to return to the right path.
One day, he will get back in revenge!
He has made up his mind that this time the school day, the **** Oriental, the shame of the academy, will also kneel at his feet obediently.
"Sooner or later, you will pay the price."
He clenched his fists and murmured in a low voice.
In front is the entrance of the big library. Bart touched the moneybag he had prepared for the administrator in advance, and nodded in satisfaction. It was fine, and the plan was perfect.
As long as you show a warm smile and offer a generous reward at an appropriate time, he believes that Mr. Administrator will definitely create some convenience for himself.
Thinking of this, he smiled at the corner of his mouth and slowly opened the entrance door.
So he pushed open the door.
Then I saw marbles all over the floor...
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In the library, in the huge space under the warm light, layers of old bookshelves exude a mysterious atmosphere.
The bookshelves towered up like a forest, extending to the end of his line of sight, without seeing the side at a glance.
But in the office area at the entrance, the tables and chairs have been cleared to one side and stacked together randomly.
Instead, there are marbles all over the floor.
It's in the marbles. There was a figure squatting on the ground with his back facing him, holding marbles in his hand, looking at the situation in front of him intently. Even Bart didn't notice when he came in.
Immediately afterwards, there was a soft sound. The marbles all over rolled up suddenly without wind, they collided with each other, and they made a crisp sound, very strange.
In the cold atmosphere, Bart suddenly felt a little hairy in his heart.
"Excuse me."
He plucked up his courage and asked with a trembling voice: "It's the management of the library..."
"Shh!"
The figure squatting on the ground raised a finger and motioned to him not to speak, but Bart had to shut his mouth awkwardly. Standing in place nervously.
Just after thinking for a long time, the man popped a white marble in his hand.
The marbles let go, but they drew an exaggerated arc on the ground!
In an instant, the crackling sound continued one after another. Along the road, all the black marbles were bounced off by it and rolled everywhere.
The tumbling black marbles intertwined with complicated curves and collided with each other, but in the end they all fell into the chalk-drawn circles around them, without missing a single piece.
"Tsk!"
Someone made an unpleasant noise.
"Oh, you won again by accident?"
The administrator whistled triumphantly and moved his fingers. "Don't fool around, pay for it~"
The voice of a child snorting faintly in the air.
Immediately afterwards, several bottle caps that had been hidden for some years fell out of thin air. Rolling down at the feet of the administrator, as if disdainfully saying, ‘take it! ’
"Hey, anyway, be polite, there is no gambling."
The administrator picked up the bottle cap without disgust: We said yes, ten bottle caps are exchanged for a saint's manuscript, don't regret it. "
Slap!
An old and slender book appeared out of thin air, smashed down like a fly swatter, and slapped him on the face—‘take it! ’
"...Forget it, don't care about it like you."
He lifted the book from his face. He shook his head and sighed, then turned the booklet over two pages. Nodded and rolled up randomly. Then it went into his pocket!
Satisfaction!
The movement of this guy is so smooth and natural, without the guilt of embezzling public property at all!
Bart's eyes were red, and he pretended not to see, and he made a vicious note for the corrupt bastard! After I go out, you can wait for the question meeting of the school committee!
I just don't know why, he always feels very familiar looking at that figure.
There seems to be something wrong...
"It seemed that someone was calling me just now?"
The administrator yawned, turned his head lazily, his eyes lit up suddenly: "Oh, what a coincidence, I'm still an acquaintance!"
Speaking, the white-haired boy showed his trademark hearty smile, "Student Bart, what are you doing?"
"You, you, you..."
Bart stared at the boy in front of him blankly. He only felt that he was having that terrible nightmare again. He couldn't help but screamed out the name:
"Ye Qingxuan?! Why are you again!"
"Huh? Don't you know?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled embarrassedly, "From today, I will be the administrator of the big library.
How about~IndoMTL.com~Unhappy, unexpected? "
It's like a hammer smashed in front of you and hit the face.
Bart only felt that his eyes were dark, and he almost vomited a mouthful of old blood.
"Impossible!"
Already incoherent: "Just, just by you...you also...you dream!"
"You blamed me, Mr. Dominic insisted on letting me do it. I can't help it."
Ye Qingxuan sighed, looking sad and melancholy: "Probably because I look too good? It's really annoying to be handsome."
Bart's complexion flushed, and he seemed to be suffocated.
Don't know why, he suddenly felt a deep stomachache.
What does that sentence say?
——What the **** is hell! (To be continued)