Silent Crown Chapter 234: Scholar’s execution ground

After half an hour, an internal meeting of the school committee.

In the meeting room, only Ingmar and the old man who had just arrived.

The old lawyers who served and many families sat behind the table, crossing their fingers, quietly looking at Ingmar, who was unconscious, with a solemn expression.

"Mr. Ingmar."

He said in a deep voice: "On behalf of the school committee, I once again asked Abraham's alleged plagiarism on the interpretation results of the Voynich manuscript. Is it true?"

Ingmar didn't seem to hear it, but stared blankly at the table in front of him, whispering something in a low voice, desperate.

"It's impossible...How could it pass...I obviously...that fellow Abraham..."

"Ingmar!"

The old lawyer patted on the table suddenly, there was a loud noise, and Ingmar's shoulders shook, and he slowly raised his head. : "Don't avoid negatively! Answer the school committee's questions positively!

Did your interpretation copy Abraham's work? ! "

Ingmar looked at his angry face, as if seeing the panicked expressions of the noble members of the school committee, their expressions changed, and after a long time, he suddenly laughed softly.

I laughed sarcastically.

"To this day, do I plagiarize, is it important to you?"

The old lawyer's expression became gloomy and stopped talking, just picked up the file and left quietly.

In the silent meeting room, only Ingmar was left.

In the silence, Ingmar looked at the empty seat in front of him, and laughed intermittently again, laughing viciously and cheerfully.

Until a sigh came from behind him.

A voice that seemed to have been heard rang in his ears:

"Up to now, do you have a way out besides supporting me? You think so, don't you?"

At that moment, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Ingmar's expression stiffened. Looking back hard, he saw a sparrow, and the sparrow was also looking at him. The look was like looking at some dust.

The sparrow stood on his shoulders, and the light figure bent his body.

Overwhelmed.

Sparrow said: "You think the House is already overwhelming. So I will definitely support you in this link and endure it, right?"

Ingmar's fingers trembled, her expression twitching, but she said nothing in silence.

"Congratulations, you guessed it right."

The mahjong said indifferently: "Even if you are plagiarism, we will support you. Ten days later, the Musician Association will conduct public identification and defense.

The House will use the relationship. Let you win. Happy? "

Are you happy?

Ingmar only felt cold in her back, without any joy at all. That is the bitter cold where all the secrets in my heart are exposed to the sun.

And the weirdness contained in the generous gift of the House... Are they actually not angry?

"You..."

Ingmar swallowed and spit, trying to make a sound, but her voice trembled: "What do you want?"

The sparrow sighed, seemingly helpless.

It was feeling a fool.

"Ingmar, what you should understand: what you are proud of, in our opinion, is useless."

It said, "If you want to negotiate a price with us, then you can leave. The House will not make any transactions with you.

But you can't go, can you?

You know better than anyone: once you walk out of such a door, no one in this world can save you. "

Ingmar's shoulders trembled.

He seemed to want to stand up. Walking out the door, but the sparrow stood on his shoulders, a sparrow so light, but bends his spine.

He didn't dare to get up...because he knew that once he showed any sign of resistance, it would be all over.

His future, his achievements, everything about him, will be buried in darkness.

With yourself.

So he lowered his head docilely. Willingly was put on an invisible halter.

"Indeed, for so many years. The House has spent a lot of resources on you.

But you must know that, for the House. Even if it is a resonance-level musician, it is not impossible to recruit if needed, it is nothing more than the price.

The House is never afraid to pay any price. Ingmar, we are not afraid of any price. "

The sparrow said softly, "The reason why we value you is that there are not many ancient scholars like you who are good at interpreting. And we happen to need you to interpret and guide us at some point, in a certain place. That’s it.

You know, there are many alternative candidates, quite a few...So, don't do anything stupid, and don't kill the patience of the House, okay? "

"Give me the way?"

Ingmar sweats profusely: "Which way?"

"Didn't you already guessed it?"

The sparrow laughed: "It's the **** road behind this huge city, Ingmar. Now is the time to let you know, but you have guessed a lot, haven't you?"

The cold sweat fell from his cheek drop by drop, fell to the ground, and dissipated.

Until the end, he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and made a sound:

"I, I will help you."

"It's not you who helped us, Ingmar, it was us who helped you." Sparrow whispered in his ear: "Now you can open your eyes, come and see your friends."

Ingmar's fingers shook, opened her eyes in astonishment, and then fell into suffocation.

In the silent conference room, there were so many visitors who were packed. The sharp pupils stared at him, the gaze was chilling.

It was hundreds of birds, and the birds came silently, occupying every corner, overlooking him condescendingly.

"Welcome to the House, my friend."

The sparrow laughed meaningfully,

"Welcome to the true core of this country."——

Burgundy, in a manor on the outskirts of the capital, a hurried knock on the door sounded.

Outside the door of the study, the messenger knocked on the door:

"Master Butler, Master Butler!"

After the knock on the door lasted for half an hour, the study door was opened angrily.

The old man behind the door has disheveled hair and disheveled clothes. He is definitely not a attire for meeting guests. But he glared at the visitors, as if looking at an intruder breaking into his domain:

"Stop arguing!"

The study behind him is full of old books, but under careful maintenance. But there is not much stale atmosphere. Those ancient books are written in obscure cuneiform writing, with a strong antiquity.

But the research was interrupted. That's why the old man's expression was particularly annoyed: "My interpretation is at a critical moment. Didn't you say that no one should bother me!

Don't you understand the lingua franca? ! "

His research on the "Cuiyulu" inherited by ancient musicians has been going on for more than ten years. It is known as one of the ancient books that established the theory of the first generation of musicians.

Now, after a long time, it is hard to find a clue. When I was excited to explore, I was interrupted by a sudden guest. Even if it was outstanding, I couldn't help the anger in my heart.

Even if the visitor was a messenger from the Musician Association, he still cursed the other party with a blood spray until the end. I stared at him unresolved:

"You better have a good reason, otherwise, even the Musician Association will never want to enter the door of my house! Never think about it!"

"I am here only in accordance with the mission, and please be considerate."

The messenger suddenly felt helpless, smiled bitterly and offered a letter paper from the holy city with both hands. Butlermy snatched it badly, tore the seal open, and pulled out the letterhead.

"plagiarism?"

Butlermy was taken aback and couldn't help frowning: Of course he knew the interpretation of the "Vonich Manuscript" a few days ago. Although it has not been announced, his disciples have a long history of working in the Holy City. less. The copy was delivered to him on the third day.

I have to say that although it seems a bit unreasonable, the interpretation of the Voynich Manuscript is still a masterpiece.

It is part of these ideas that gave him new inspiration for "Cui Quotations". I just didn't expect that such an outstanding work would involve this kind of thing...

When he finished reading the briefing in his hand, his anger had disappeared.

All that is left is the stunned and melancholy.

"Ingmar and Abraham? Why bother... why bother doing this kind of thing?"

Scholars who are obsessed with interpretation of ancient history generally stay away from world disputes and look down on fame and wealth. Most people are not complicated, but rather simple.

For them, research is everything. Academics and theory are life, and I absolutely hate things like plagiarism.

So after hearing about such things. He would appear so melancholy.

"It's a pity."

He invited the messenger into the study, and was silent for a long time after having tea. After taking off his glasses, he sighed: "I already understand the purpose of the association.

Do you want me to attend the council as an appraiser? "

"Yes." The messenger nodded.

But Butlermy's sadness is even greater.

"It is precisely because I hate fighting and don't want to hurt others. I chose to become a Starsight Scholar when I advanced in resonance. But I didn't expect that you want me to be an executioner now."

The messenger was taken aback, "Master, where do you start?"

"You don't understand."

The old man shook his head bitterly: "For scholars, research is breathing, and the result is life. No matter what the final result is, one of the two scholars must be ‘dead’.

For scholars, this is not only a review, but also a place of execution. "

The messenger was silent for a long time and lowered his head:

"I took the liberty."

"It's not to blame you, it's a matter of academia after all, it must be solved in a scholarly way. In this world, who can be executioners besides us old guys, who else?

You must have sent an invitation letter from Sergey, right? That guy's hot temper will definitely agree. "

"Yes."

The messenger nodded, "A total of five people were invited to comment. In addition to you and Master Sergey, there are also Miss Lola Kraft from Anglo, and Master Heisenberg from the Rock and Iron Academy. And an ancient rune master who lives in the holy city will also go."

"Ancient oriental talisman?"

Butlermy was taken aback, "I have been lost for so many years, is anyone still studying?"

The messenger answered truthfully: "He was a scholar from the East. He reached the holy city half a year ago. Few people know his identity. I only know his last name, Hu, and the cardinal called him the'sun'."

"I am ignorant."

Butlermy nodded and pondered for a moment: "When will we leave?"

The messenger heard that he was willing to attend, and he was immediately overjoyed: "We have prepared the fastest light rail carriage, which will transfer to land by land, and it will be in Anglo in six days."

The association knows that Butlermai seldom goes out~IndoMTL.com~ and is not used to airships, so it arranged the fastest route for him urgently.

Butlermy nodded and agreed. After the two set a departure time, the servant sent the messenger away.

When the representative of the Musician Association left, Butlermy sat in the study and sighed helplessly after a long time.

He has no more thoughts to continue researching.

"It's a pity, obviously the interpretation of "Cui Quotations" is about to break through..." He shook his head, took off his glasses, and wanted to go out, but happened to hit the servant who was returning quickly.

"Sir, there is an urgent letter for you."

The servant delivers the letter just delivered by the postman.

"Letter? Who sent it?"

Butlermy picked up the envelope, but there was no name on the envelope, and the sender's position was only a trace of a lacquered seal.

That is the silhouette of a sparrow. (To be continued.)