Silent Crown Chapter 242: Sven sweeping the floor

After the waiter walked into the curtain holding the report, and then, there was no answer for a long time, only the reporter bowed his head in excitement, and quickly recorded the astonishing reversal in the venue, with joy.

After a long time, after the curtain, Mephistopheles made an emotional voice:

"That's it. It's always strange to look at it from the perspective of apocalyptic factions, but this method always feels familiar when you read it carefully.

Ignore spirituality and induction, just take the basic laws and rules, and derive it in a number-theoretic way...your teacher, should he be an accomplished musician in the banning faction?

Unfortunately, I haven't heard of his name for so many years. I have never heard of this theory. Is there a name? "

"It's called "Interpretation Method"."

The young man bowed his head and replied respectfully: "If you want to make a distinction, I call it: "Abraham's Interpretation Method", and I hope more people can know my teacher and it."

"It's a simple and direct name."

The Metropolitan Metropolitan of Mephistopheles sighed softly, and after a brief silence that everyone was waiting for, he made a sure voice:

"The interpretation method is established."

Suddenly, after a long wait, everyone was almost shocked: With the big news, the Order is also willing to endorse the validity of the interpretation method

For a while, no matter how hard the mallet struck, or how much silence, there was no way to stop the low noise. Those who wrote were either shocked, or talking excitedly in a low voice.

This time, no matter what the result was, they witnessed the loudness of a new theory.

Even if it was as dumb as Abraham, his eyes couldn't help being flushed, and his fingers trembled slightly. He had never thought that with all his hard work, he would finally be able to be recognized by the world.

If Charles is still here, I'm afraid he will jump up and scream in excitement.

Perhaps, the only person who is desperate is Ingmar.

"Impossible, this is never possible..."

He yelled in a gaffe: "Does the religious group interfere with the academic community's comments? Scholars can only determine whether the interpretation method is valid, and it has nothing to do with the gods."

He completely forgot that he just used the name of a god. Let Ye Qingxuan get into trouble.

His furious appearance has lost the slightest original elegance and composure, his face twitched and twisted, as if he was possessed by a ghost, hoarse and roaring:

"I will never admit that I will never admit that Abraham’s theory of mud legs, a copyist dare to compare with me, I am the master of the Royal Academy of Music

Compare with me. Does he deserve it too?"

His roaring voice silenced the hustle and bustle of the audience, and everyone looked at him madly in astonishment. But in the dead silence, only one person laughed softly and clapped vigorously.

"Well said"

Ye Qingxuan smiled shiningly, but the smile made people feel chilly: "Where is the plagiarism comparable to the masters of the Royal Academy of Music?

The glory of the interpretation of the Voynich manuscript. How can it be shared with the insidious villain? "

"You..."

Ingmar glared at Ye Qingxuan, and the etheric fluctuations that burst out all over were forcibly suppressed by the association's enchantment. Only a series of sharp noises burst out, scratching the eardrums, which made people frown.

"Mr. Ingmar is right. What I am discussing here today is the ownership of the Voynich manuscript and who is the plagiarizer. We should return to the topic."

The boy's voice is hoarse, looking at the masters ahead, his eyes are filled with chill and hideousness that makes people unable to look straight:

“Therefore. I’m requesting that the council members call our witnesses, a key role that no one noticed after disappearing for more than ten days...”

Ingmar was taken aback, and immediately thought of something. His face became paler, and she screamed hard: "I oppose that they did not submit a related application before then. I refuse to admit it..."

The door opened suddenly.

The afternoon light swept through like a rainstorm, illuminating his pale face.

Someone was in a wheelchair and was pushed into the hall by the blond boy. The wheelchair passed through the stunned and confused eyes on both sides, and finally stopped on the speaking table.

He looked at Ingmar and said softly:

"Teacher, long time no see."

Ingmar looked at him blankly. Sit stumblingly on the chair, as if seeing a ghost alive:

"Barbat..."

Bart Williams.

The second son from a small family in Birmingham. His background is not bad or good. He has no great future in the future. Maybe he will be a tax collector. I will live my whole life.

When he revealed his talent as a musician, his Lord father made the biggest bet of his life, sending him to Anglo and becoming a student of the Royal Academy of Music.

All the while, in order to be able to stand out in the future and never go back to the remote place of his hometown, Bart has done a lot of ignoring his conscience. He did not hesitate to abandon his self-esteem, just to climb the high branches of Edmund and Banner family.

After many years of hard work, he finally became a disciple of Ingmar, enlightening the future star of the academy, which is gratifying and promising.

No one expected that in just a few days, he would fall to this point.

In the wheelchair, Bart was bloodstained and dying, and his whole body was filled with tubes. There was a hanging bottle on the wheelchair, which was continuously delivering life-sustaining medicine.

Hearing Ingmar's voice, he raised his head hard and looked at Ingmar in a vague way, and there was a strange sound in his throat that seemed to cry and laugh.

"Bart, let me explain..."

Ingmar was stunned and couldn't help staggering back.

"Teacher, what did I do wrong?"

Bart’s voice was like an iron lump in his throat. He looked at Ingmar’s face and shed **** tears. The torn palm is lifted and the neckline is torn apart:

"Why are you doing this to me?"

On his throat, there were three huge nails, and the nails were embedded in the vague flesh and blood, which was extremely tragic.

The nail clamped a huge crack across the throat that was supposed to take his life. As Bart made a sound, the crack opened slightly, like a baby crying:

"Why treat my teacher this way..."

"It's not me, Bart, it's not me"

The tragic wound was like a spear, which pierced the composure that Ingmar Qiang squeezed out. He: "Neither did I expect... You have to believe me Bart, believe me"

He was telling the truth, it was true: it wasn't him, he didn't expect it to be like this.

It's just that his good friends want to do him a favor.

For example... let a student who knows too much. Disappear.

In the past ten days, many things have happened.

When the eyes and ears of the shaman set up outside the school told Ye Qingxuan that Bart quietly packed his things and left the college, Ye Qingxuan didn't think too much. To be on the safe side, I just whispered them quietly: let them follow and intercept Bart halfway.

Perhaps, this will become your own winning trump card.

It's just that he didn't expect what happened next. It was darker and vicious than he expected.

In the whole process, the shaman witnessed the whole process from a distance: first, the long-distance carriage exploded, and a carriage of people died. When Bart managed to survive by relying on his equipment and crawling out of it, he was cut with another throat, and then the killer left silently.

Along the way, relying on the cost-free medicine to continue his life, plus the twenty-four hours of personal care from the chanter, Bart finally returned to Avalon alive and returned to the teacher.

Reunion of mentor and apprentice. congratulations.

It’s just that there is no trace of festive atmosphere in the current atmosphere.

Only the guilty conscience and fear that cannot be concealed, and the sadness and hatred.

Seeing what they are now, the scholars who had already guessed something were in an uproar. No matter how many times they hit the mallet, they couldn't suppress the noise.

"Mr. Bart Williams."

Ye Qingxuan looked around everyone’s shocked faces, and asked loudly: “Thirteen days ago, at the end of the second round of the school anniversary trial, Mr. Ingmar declared that the Voynich manuscript was successfully interpreted. One afternoon.

Tell everyone, where are you? "

"Music History Department."

Bart looked at Ingmar and replied hoarsely: "I'm in Mr. Abraham's study."

"Oh?"

Ye Qingxuan sneered: "Why are you in the music history department?"

"Because in the regular meeting of the school committee. Someone proved that the teacher made enemies for no reason and persecuted Abraham. The teacher decided to pretend to be good and appoint him as the deputy dean of the enlightenment branch. Then he framed him and ruined him..."

"Lesbians"

Ingmar roared. He rushed up to interrupt him, but was stopped by someone from the Musician Association. He screamed: "Shut up, Bart, you are lying"

Ye Qingxuan sneered: "Tell everyone, Bart, what did you see when you came to the Music History Department."

Bart was silent for a long time. I replied: "I saw that everyone was absent, so I wanted to leave a note, and then... Then I saw the interpretation results of Mr. Abraham. So I... copied most of them with photos and gave them to the teacher ."

"So, how did Mr. Ingmar react?"

"The heart sound almost collapsed, if it wasn't me...if it wasn't me..."

He looked back at Ingmar, his eyes full of resentment and resentment:

"If it weren't for me, he would be dead."

The sound was so sharp and high-pitched, like a wire scraping against a stone slab, so harsh. The wound on his throat almost tore again, oozing blood.

"The next thing is as you have seen." Ye Qingxuan said with a sneer: "Mr. Ingmar reported the results of the Voynich manuscript overnight. But unfortunately, the last part was not copied, which caused obvious The logical fault of..."

"All are fake"

Ingmar grabbed the ink bottle on the table angrily and smashed it at Bart like crazy, "It's all slander to slander"

Bart doesn't need to flash, let the ink bottle hit his face, and the black ink stays along his cheeks, darkening the brutal scars on his throat.

But that scar is indeed curving happily, with a vicious smile on his face.

In front of everyone, Ye Qingxuan asked again:

"Bart, what did he say to you after we appealed?"

Bart was silent for a long time, lifted his mutilated palm, and stroked the huge scar on his neck. His voice is calm, like telling another person's story, with mockery:

"The teacher said that he would take care of everything and let me go back to my hometown to avoid the limelight. I believed it. Then on the road...hehe, there was an accident on the road, and I became what I am now."

"I didn't, I didn't do anything... It's all Abraham's fault"

Ingmar roared, but he couldn't see any trusting eyes, only doubt and contempt. Until the end, he was powerless to shout, collapsed on the chair, just muttering to himself:

"I obviously...I really want to protect you, Bart, I just want to protect you..."

Bart closed his eyes in silence and stopped talking.

Ye Qingxuan patted him on the shoulder: Although he had never regarded him as his own strong enemy, sometimes he even thought he was so hateful. But seeing him fall to this level, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

The final concluding statement is over. Charles pushed Bart's wheelchair again and took it away from this noisy hall.

Being treated like this, he can no longer stay in the academy anymore.

According to the agreement between him and the shaman, when his injury is healed, a chanter will give him a facelift, give him a new identity, and then send him to Tianzhu or Asgard.

There, he might start his life again.

No matter what, the boy named Bart Williams had already died the moment his throat was cut after being abandoned by the teacher.

From now on, he may never appear in the world again.

By now, Ye Qingxuan no longer needs to argue with Ingmar whether his testimony is a lie or not. He just needs to let everyone see Ingmar's ugliness.

From now on, the spiteful curse named Bart will always hang on Ingmar’s body

Sven's sweeping ~ IndoMTL.com~ is notorious, and has been pointed out. This world is so big, he will have nowhere to stand.

As Ingmar said:

Let the garbage roll back into the garbage heap

After witnessing this farce all the way, the five masters who served as critics have fallen silent.

"The witness has not been declared and approved in advance, and the evidence provided is too unimaginable, and there is no possibility of lying. Whether to collect the evidence, it needs to be carefully considered."

Heisenberg said coldly: "I suggest to adjourn the court for fifteen minutes, and then go back to the final review and vote, how about it?"

The first nod was Butlermy with a heavy expression, followed by Master Sergey, and finally the proposal was approved by all members.

The gavel rang, resounding like a bell of mourning, startled a sparrow in the distance.

This is the last respite. To be continued.

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