Silent Crown Chapter 235: The boss is not at home today


In the next few days, the Music History Department did not see any guests.

Because of the place where they live, plus the need to prepare a review after ten days, the principal specially approved a house near the large library as their temporary place to stay.

They rejected all the guests who wanted to meet, closed the door tightly, and separated the inside and outside with the power of the Requiem enchantment, not to mention the video, even the sound could not be heard.

Every day, only gray-haired teenagers go between the library and the residence.

In the school, under the news that the Musician Association was conducting academic evaluation, it began to heat up quickly, and everyone began to pay attention to the whole story.

All of a sudden, there was a lot of trouble. The cause and the result were arguing. Repeated quarrels and private fights made the school's rule enforcement very powerful.

On the other hand, it's not just the school that is heating up.

It can be said that the entire ancient academic circle was shaken by the notice issued by the association.

Most scholars have never heard of the successful interpretation of the Voynich Manuscript, and they were surprised when they saw this announcement. Soon after, it was discovered that such a major breakthrough was hidden behind this kind of affiliation.

Many scholars who are obsessed with interpretation have begun to go to Anglu. These people come from all directions, and the farthest one is a monk who travels across the sea from Tianzhu.

Although it is still a few days away, many people have already arrived, living in the hotel near the Musician Association, chatting in their leisure time every day, and they have exchanged a lot of academics.

If everyone is not here for the council, otherwise it would be an academic event.

The manuscript interpreted by Abraham was picked up by well-informed people within the association, and it began to circulate quietly in secret.

For a time, whether it was the evil spirit or another way, the dispute between the two sides was raging, and it was clear that the discussion had not yet begun, and there was a faint sign of controversy.

On the ninth day, the three masters of Butlermy, Sergey and Heisenberg came together. After a brief meeting with the local scholar, Ms. Laura Kraft, they refused other welcoming ceremonies. Entered the guest room arranged by the association and took a rest.

On the tenth day. The Department of Music History, which had been closed for a long time, finally opened its doors.

And the principal also came to the palace because of a summon, and met his Majesty.

Looking at the excitement for so long, it's his turn to be unlucky.

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In the silent hall. Maxwell stood silently under the steps, bowing his head respectfully. Across the curtain, a graceful female voice came from above the throne, calm and majestic.

"Is it my illusion? Maxwell. Why are there always strange things in your academy?"

Maxwell couldn't help but smiled bitterly, then bowed his head to reply:

"Probably...because I am more unlucky, right?"

The queen was not angry. Just indifferently said: "After all, the academy is Wang Li. If something goes wrong, it will always damage the royal family's majesty. Now it is the season of storms, and you always have to leave some leeway for the royal family. What else will I say next, you Do you understand?"

"Understood."

The bitterness on Maxwell's face is even stronger: "To be honest, I have tried my best not to mess with the royal. But after all, it involves ringing the bell of the sage, so I have to be more cautious.

This time your Majesty called me to come, is it also a headache because of the council of the Musicians Association? "

Behind the curtain, the faint silhouette nodded: "The Musicians Association believes that this incident happened in Anglo after all, and hopes that the royal family will send representatives at that time. They will be members of the council."

Maxwell thought for a while:

"Your Majesty will send me there?"

"Qing is working on state affairs and doing his best, this kind of small matter will naturally not trouble you." The queen's voice was faintly angry, obviously not praising him for his painstaking efforts for Angelu.

Maxwell was taken aback: "That..."

"Let the prince go."

The Queen's words caused Maxwell to be astonished.

"The Great Prince?"

Your Majesty, are you kidding me? !

Although it is a royal scandal, it is now known as an Anglo people: the eldest prince, the current Crown Prince Anglo and the first heir to the throne is mentally handicapped. After the age of four, his brain has not developed, and he still thinks he is A sheep...

He went instead of the royal. What if he said something **** when he spoke, do you want the royal face any more?

Fortunately. The queen's next sentence made him breathe a sigh of relief: "He has not been in good health recently, I will let someone accompany him."

"Who?"

Maxwell asked, and then suddenly felt the tidal sound from Throne.

That is the ocean tide.

That is the fine sound of countless flames flowing, burning everything into ashes. Those fine sounds formed the ocean tide, and the sound of the ocean tide seemed to roar.

That is the terrifying power contained in the royal blood line-the blood of the red dragon!

The terrible power and inexplicable curse have been passed down from generation to generation in the blood of the royal family. After hundreds of years, there is no decline, but more violent.

At that moment, Maxwell almost thought that the queen had risen from the throne, but it was very fast. He reacted: That is not the queen, because it is controllable.

Controllable power is not the blood of the red dragon, the blood of the red dragon is uncontrollable.

If the queen does get up, I'm afraid the entire palace will burn to ashes in an instant. People who can control this kind of power now... Could it be that someone in the royal family has awakened the blood?

"Is it your Royal Highness Mary?"

He understood something in a flash. Since Mary awakened the blood three years ago, she awakened to this level in just three years...

After Queen Elizabeth, does the royal family of this generation have another queen?

Just behind the curtain, next to the throne, a girl in a white dress stood quietly, silent. But that kind of almost inhuman look makes people feel as if they are back.

After her eighteenth birthday a few days ago, King Arthur’s bloodline awakened further, making her transform from her original indifference to an inhumane direction, and she already had the kind of arrogance and alienation from Hermes. shadow.

In those days, King Arthur purified his bloodline with the art of Deng, turning himself into a unique demigod in the world. Demigods are not gods, but they are not humans.

The human world, in the eyes of that bloodline inheritor, might be really boring like a desert, right?

It seems that the queen is really determined to train Mary and let her take the throne after herself. Next, I am afraid that I will continue to give various missions, cultivate people's popularity, and increase government experience... I am afraid that ten years later, on the throne, there is another queen like today.

After I want to understand. Maxwell lowered his head and responded respectfully:

"Understood."

On the throne, the queen seems to nod slightly: "This matter involves too much, during this period. I don't want you to play a disgraceful role in it, understand?"

"Follow your will, Your Majesty."

Maxwell knelt on the ground and lowered his eyes: "Everything will be as you wish."

Behind the curtain and the throne, is a slender window.

On that window. The scorching sun at noon climbed to its highest point, shining brightly. The radiant light fell, stretching his shadow like a long sword.

Below the sky, the bell rang far and wide, spreading in all directions.

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The bell rang at noon, and the noisy city seemed to have become quiet at a certain moment, comfortable and peaceful.

Under the afternoon sun, the white-haired teenager leaned back lazily on the recliner in the square in Midtown.

Looks like basking in the sun.

After squatting in a small black room for ** days. Finally got the final job done, whether it was Shire, Bai Xi, or himself, they were about to succumb to problems.

So, fortunately, let’s take a holiday on the last day. For the last relaxing time, adjust and adjust the status. There is still a tough battle to be fought tomorrow.

For a while, Ye Qingxuan realized that he didn't seem to have any other places to go.

Where is the shaman? There is no need. He didn't want to contact the shaman.

Lola? Laura is now one of the judges, and it is difficult for her to contact her privately.

Watch shop? No need, the boss's eyes are getting more and more wrong recently, just like a cat playing with a mouse. I don't know what the **** he is making.

The big library? He was almost driven mad during the nearly sleepless interpretation work that lasted for a long time, so let him go for the time being.

So, on the last day... Ye Qingxuan found that he had nowhere to go.

So, I can only go shopping and buy some vegetables and meat storage. Do something good at night to treat your stomach and intestines.

By the way, he also bought a lot of snacks for Bai Xi, and also brought Shire wine and a new holy city mechanical technology special issue.

After finishing these things, Ye Qingxuan realized that he had nothing to do.

Suddenly the leisure that is hard to find for a moment is so abundant that he can't accept it.

I had to bask in the sun.

It’s good to get in the sun and add vitamins... Although Ye Qingxuan doesn’t know what the ‘vitamin’ is in Charles’s dream, it’s just a good thing anyway.

In the soft noon sun, he closed his eyes comfortably, lethargic.

I don't know how long it took, he felt the sun weaken, and a shadow enveloped him.

"..."

Someone seems to have said something, but it is not a lingua franca. Instead, it seems to come from some other country. Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes in surprise, and saw a figure against the light, with a strange outline and a crown of hair.

"This little brother, can you ask me a way?"

The person repeated it, and Ye Qingxuan heard clearly that what he said turned out to be the rest of the East.

The boy got up from the bench and turned to look at him.

The middle-aged, black-haired man stood beside him, dressed in a cyan oriental robe, his hands clasped, elegant. Is he really an Oriental?

Ye Qingxuan asked, "Are you from the East?"

"Exactly."

The man nodded and said with emotion: "The surname is Hu in Xia, just a traveler. I am in a foreign country, and I don’t speak lingua franca well. I was caught off guard, but I didn’t expect to meet a fellow countryman. It’s great. Up."

Speaking, he handed over a crumpled note:

"Can this Xiongtai tell me how to go here?"

He speaks very strangely, like a certain Eastern dialect, and speaks very fast. Ye Qingxuan hasn't heard the Eastern language for many years, and it sounds a bit difficult.

He took the note, but was taken aback when he saw the address. Soon, he reacted and pointed his finger:

"Here, it's very simple. Turn right and walk to the end and go to the most lively place. If you are looking for the place on the right hand side in the middle, if you can't distinguish the name, the deserted one should be the one."

The man named Hu was relieved when he heard him say this, and grabbed his hand and thanked him.

"No thanks."

Ye Qingxuan smiled and looked at the sky. Feeling that it was late, he picked up things and said goodbye to leave.

In the same place, the middle-aged scholar stared at him in confusion. After a long time, he whispered softly: "The blood of the dragon vein? Why are you wandering around in this Xiyi territory?

Forget it, just be lucky. Anyway, these guys with the surname Long Mai Jiu are not surprised what they do. "

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Soon, following the boy's guidance, he finally found a place.

To the end. He stood in front of the quiet watch shop, staring at the deserted look in the shop, and then looked at the crowded shops around him, his expression became very exciting.

"It's really the most deserted family...Does this boss do business? There is not even a shout."

He sighed in a low voice, took a step forward, raised his hand to knock on the door, but his movements suddenly stopped.

On the raised palm, the fluff on the back of the hand seemed to be overcharged, and one by one stood up in horror. Sweat oozes from the fingertips, and the palms are wet. But it dries instantly, like baking over a fire.

After a long time, he put down his palm and sighed. Want to go, but not reconciled.

He stood in front of the store door for an entire hour.

Raise your hand three times and put it down three times.

Everything fell into silence, which was buried in the noise.

"The boss is not there."

After a long time, a very unfriendly voice came from behind him. The burly giant squinted at him: "What are you doing here blindly? Are you in the way?"

The scholar was taken aback, and then laughed bitterly at himself.

"Then. Come again next day."

He arched his hands, turned and left.

"There is something wrong."

Seton was holding a barrel of beer in his hand, squinting at the way he was leaving, and looking away. Only when entering the door. He felt that the feeling under his feet was wrong.

When I lowered my head, I realized that the mat under my feet had broken into a piece of cotton wool. The scattered cotton wool and wool quilt stepped on the concrete floor, as if it were growing there. Extraordinarily weird.

Seton squatted down and grabbed a handful.

So, the cotton wool was pulled up by the two broken cement blocks.

"When did you **** provoke the Oriental again?"

Seton opened the door. Peking behind the counter, Hermes was lying on a pile of wine bottles, drunk and drunk.

But his expression suddenly stagnated.

"What's wrong?"

Hermes rolled his eyes to look at him: "You look like you have seen a ghost, Seton, boss, I'm still alive anyway, is it okay to be festive?"

Seton's expression is still hell, after hesitating for a long time, he asked in a low voice:

"You...have grown taller?"

After being discharged from the army, Hermes introduced him to his first black job. He and Hermes have known each other for more than ten years. For more than ten years, Hermes has always been the same. The **** of a young boy.

And he believed that before he met Hermes, this guy must have maintained the appearance of a feminine boy for a long time. And will continue to live like a monster.

It's just that now he suddenly discovered: This guy seems to have grown tall recently.

It's like the stagnant time has finally begun to flow, and the adolescence that has lasted for a long time is finally over, so adolescence comes.

Under looking at ~IndoMTL.com~ Seton found that the height has increased by about three centimeters, and the skeleton has also grown vaguely. The clothes of the original size are now slightly out of fit.

"It really grows taller."

Seton asked in astonishment: "What's the matter with you?"

"I would love to..."

Hermes glared at him, unexpectedly without any poisonous tongue, just drank with a strange smile, talked to himself, and his tone was non-smiling:

"After a long time, my childhood is finally over. It's really gratifying, gratifying..."

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The next few chapters will be the Council, but to be honest, I haven't considered the specific content thoroughly. To be honest, I have been stuck for several days, but it is still not clear.

So, please take a day off and let me think about it. (To be continued.)


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