Silent Crown Chapter 245: You can see me

"Since the two sides are arguing, the current situation is so chaotic that it is difficult to distinguish. Then I have a proposal, please listen to it."

Mr. Hu's words instantly made everyone hold their breath, but this **** actually started to sell him!

He picked up the teacup, drank slowly, and after a long time coughing pretendingly, he said in a stern tone: "It's better to have the Voynich Manuscript signed at the same time and published publicly, giving up any copyright and craftsmanship, and opening all In this way, all fame and fortune are shared by the two people, and there will be no disputes in the future.

It’s good for everyone, how? "

After that, he blinked his eyes and looked at the scholars in the audience. The scholars also fell into a long silence, as if they were thrown into a vacuum for an instant, without breathing for a breath, almost trying to breathe back!

They were saddened by the anticipation they had just spent. For a moment, they really felt that this sage from the East, Mr. Hu, could make any effective suggestions. As a result... are you **** with the mud!

What the **** is this proposal!

It's just smashing the council's brand.

Seeing everyone's sullen look, Mr. Hu on the stage suddenly laughed in embarrassment: "Ahaha, I was just kidding.

Sorry, I just practiced this joke in private for a long time, and it seems to have no effect now. I'm really sorry.

However, there seems to be someone who was amused by me..."

He paused, swept his gaze to the audience, and looked at the man whose smile was too late to dissipate: "Mr. Ingmar, a scholar has spent more than ten years to make research results, how can I hear How can you still be so happy when you share with others?"

Ingmar was stunned, stiff in place, dumbfounded.

"I..." he murmured, staring at Mr. Hu dullly: "I am not...I clearly said that it is not..."

Boom!

A tea cup smashed on the table in front of him, and hot water splashed on his face, but it was like frost. With a piercing chill.

On the stage, Mr. Hu has got up, his smile faded away, and he no longer looked like a spectator of idle clouds and wild cranes. The pupils of the eyes have turned into pure gold at some point, with a palpitating flame light.

Until now, no one remembered: In the holy city, the cardinal called this scholar from the East "The Sun", whichever is cruel and majestic.

Now. He looked down at the man below the stage with a cold eye, and asked in a solemn voice: "Sure? You mean your uninvited lobbyist in the middle of the night?

As long as you support you, one hundred taels of green gold, one ceremonial outfit, one branch of a century-old phoenix phoenix tree... Hey, it is a good calculation, but it is a pity that a certain family has been a doctor of the Imperial College for 30 years. But I dare not accept it! "

He speaks all Eastern languages. But many of you here are scholars who are proficient in several languages, and they can understand some of them.

Because of this, there was an exclamation, astonished by the alleged behind-the-scenes transaction with Ingmar-another big scandal!

"A dog-like character like you, sees profit and forgets righteousness, has an obedient temperament, does not distinguish right from wrong, is mean and unkind, steals other people’s merits, deceives good people to fill their own pockets, utterly confuses people, sensationalize Amusement...How can He De be called a'musician'?

To this day, are you still alive? ! If it is in the East. I handed a piece of paper to the Yushitai a long time ago, and you have broken your fame and gone to jail! "

The voice was not high-pitched, but it was like a billowing thunder blowing in the ears. The depressed person is dizzy, has a blank brain, and is completely speechless. It is the "thunder sound" highly praised by oriental musicians.

Ingmar's body was shocked, a layer of blood red appeared in her eyes, her will was confused, and the ether in her body had begun to lose control.

"The Voynich Manuscript submitted by Ingmar is self-plagiarism. It is now confirmed to be correct!"

Mr. Hu declared in a solemn voice: "There are many relationships behind this matter, and it involves a wide range of issues. I hope that the Holy City and the Kingdom of Anglu will investigate this matter carefully in order to emulate it!"

Boom!

The gavel in his hand fell, and thunder burst out, and in a dead silence, the curtain came to an end for this review.

Ingmar's plagiarism is confirmed, and all the ownership of the interpretation of the Voynich manuscript belongs to Abraham. All expenses during the appeal and review period shall be borne by Ingmar... These are all minutiae.

The most important thing is-Ingmar is over.

Kap!

Kap! Card pop! Card pop! Card pop! Cards...

The hustle and bustle of the crowd couldn't suppress the tragic fine sound. Soon, everyone reacted, understood what had happened, and unanimously looked at Ingmar in the field.

Several sounds came from Ingmar's body, each time it sounded like a hammer hitting his bones, causing his body to twitch.

Each time it sounded, the blood on Ingmar's face faded a bit, until in the end, there was only intermittent whimpers in his throat, and there was no anger in his eyes.

"Broken heart sound...This is complete heart sound breaking!"

In the horrified sight of everyone, Ingmar slumped on the chair and got up with difficulty.

He stumbled forward, blood oozing out of his nose and mouth, like a fountain. In the end, he almost crawled back to stand in front of everyone, his body slid to the ground, but his hands clung to the speaking platform next to him, and refused to fall down.

"Abraham, Sergey, Butlermy, Lola... And, there are still discussions... You guys, these liars... I won't let you go..."

He looked around at everyone, looked into their eyes, and roared. Those eyes were full of blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was more madness or more despair.

He pointed at everyone's faces and roared: "You are all liars!"

"—Liar!"

He screamed at the last word, his bloodless face suddenly swelled, and almost boiling hot blood spurted out of his pores.

Boom!

The ether around him was in a riot, and the wooden platform beside him quickly decayed, cracked and turned into ashes in the ether.

Ingmar fell into the ashes and closed her eyes.

Someone leaned over nervously, stretched out his hand to press his neck, and shouted: "Not dead yet...not dead! Hurry up to the church..."

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Amidst the chaos, Abraham sat in his place and looked around blankly, as if he hadn't understood the situation.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

Charle stretched out his hand worriedly and shook in front of him: "Teacher, do you speak?"

Abraham's body shook, as if he had finally recovered. He looked at his students and asked in a dare not to believe: "Did we win, Charles?"

"Of course, teacher! We won!" Charles nodded seriously: "You are the real master! Even the holy city will ring the bell of the sage for you!"

Abraham was taken aback. After a long time, a smile appeared, and he whispered softly: "That's great, Charles, I seem to have forgotten my backpack in the lounge. Can you go and find it for me with Ye Zi?"

Charles froze for a moment. Slowly nodded, pulling Ye Qingxuan away.

Abraham stared at his two disciples gradually moving away, and couldn't help smiling.

It's just that, I don't know why, but my eyes are red uncontrollably. He lowered his head, trembling shoulders, and covered his face with the steel palm.

I know this is a time to laugh, but I don't know why the tears are coming, and I can't help but want to cry.

It's great.

It turns out that my whole life is apart from murder. Not for nothing.

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After the review, all the masters who served as review members left one after another, ignoring the scholars and reporters gathered outside the court.

Lola cast a wink over before leaving. Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but shiver with all kinds of amorous feelings, giving her a chill.

After a rush of formalities, it was already afternoon.

The teacher is still registering in the association. Charles doesn't know where he went. Bai Xi guesses that he is still playing crazy outside. Ye Qingxuan lost interest after strolling around and planned to wait in the hall. Unexpectedly, a priest in black came over and handed him a brief invitation.

"Archbishop Mephistopheles?" Ye Qingxuan was taken aback.

"Yes."

The priest nodded, "My lord asked me to wait here, saying that you are pleased after the association's business is finished. Go to the church for a meeting. Is it convenient now?"

Ye Qingxuan thought for a while and nodded: "My teacher and they are still in the association, I will leave a note for them, and I will go later."

"Then, I will wait for you at the door of Westminster Abbey." The priest nodded and said goodbye, turned and left.

Westminster Abbey is not far away.

Queens Road is wide and wide. On the left is the Musician Association, and on the right is the church. It happens to be the opposite door. If you want to cross the road, it won’t be a long time.

It's just that Ye Qingxuan didn't expect that as soon as he left the door of the association, he was intercepted.

"Ye Qingxuan?"

Someone stopped him, and the visitor wore an unobtrusive low-key attire. The accent was low and elegant, and the tongue was pressed fancy and clear. This was an obvious Avalon accent, aristocratic atmosphere. The foreign soil buns are proud to learn a standard Avalon accent.

But obviously, Ye Qingxuan is not included.

Such abrupt and arrogant tone made Ye Qingxuan's originally excellent mood a little uncomfortable. He glanced, just nodded.

"It's me."

"That's right." The visitor looked at him, turned his body sideways, and showed the way: "A gentleman wants to talk to you."

"Who?"

Seeing the other party in such a big show, Ye Qingxuan frowned and followed his posture. Behind him, under the oak tree beside the road, there was a black carriage faintly parked with a deja vu on the carriage. His family crest is very familiar.

He retracted his gaze and his expression became cold:

"Sorry, I don't have time."

The visitor frowned, and stopped the teenager who wanted to leave again. His voice was a little impatient: "That gentleman's time is precious. He took time out of his busy schedule to meet you. I hope you will not delay for no reason and waste this precious. Opportunity."

He didn't say the word ‘I don’t know good and bad’, but it was obvious that Ye Qingxuan was in his opinion.

The whole Anglo, no matter how brilliant a talented musician or a rising star, will be full of respect and politeness after seeing the family crest, either flattered, or pretending to be calm.

But no one has ever dared to speak to him like this.

Ye Qingxuan laughed instead when he heard what he said, his eyes were full of mockery:

"Sorry, please tell that gentleman, I'm just a humble little man without a father and no mother. I dare not climb the noble Lancelot family. Please go back."

"You..."

The comer's complexion changed, and he wanted to hold him forcibly and pull him over. But Ye Qingxuan just looked at him coldly:

"You must be new here, right? I advise you not to do this. It is for your good."

The man's movements were stiff in the air, struggling to move forward and backward.

"Sure enough, what kind of person raises what kind of dog."

Ye Qingxuan sneered and turned away.

The man watched Ye Qingxuan walk away. His expression changed several times, and finally returned to the carriage and whispered. The man in the carriage nodded slightly, indicating that he could go.

After a long time, the Iron Knight wearing the'Galahad Armor' arrived. Standing next to the carriage. She took off the helmet, revealing the beautiful face of the young girl and her long golden hair.

It is Christine.

"Father, have you seen him..." she asked softly.

The Earl of Lancelot in the car was silent for a long time and lowered his head: "Christine, that kid, hates me."

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Westminster Abbey, in the silent chapel.

The dim afternoon sun shines through the long and narrow window, and falls on the boy's shoulders. The white hair in the background is not very conspicuous.

This is not an official meeting. Mephistopheles also dressed casually, not wearing the majestic vestments and crowns, just simple teaching gowns.

"I heard the words you said during the day." He seemed to be looking at the young man in front of him, nodding slightly: "It seems that Benn taught you very well."

"It's all the teachings of priests, I'm just parroting." The boy responded modestly.

"Is he okay?"

"It was good when I left. Although it looks a bit old, it is still strong."

"When I get old, I often feel young and good, and the whole person seems to be living in memory. But it is dazzling. Bann is still the same, but I am already old."

Mephistopheles sighed and sighed, "I'm so sorry, I should have lost all of them-he went to be a musician. I'll be a Templar."

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment, and said softly: "Father often tells me that God has its own arrangements. Please don't regret it, this is probably God's arrangement."

Mephistopheles froze for a moment and chuckled softly: "It's rare. I often use God's will to appease others. But I didn't expect to be appeased by him one day.

Bann wrote me a letter saying that it’s a shame that you don’t want to be a priest. Maybe you are more talented than I thought. Do you really stop thinking about it? "

"Thanks to the love of you and the priest."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "Unfortunately, I am not here."

Mephiste was silent for a moment and nodded: "If that's the case, then forget it, God has his own arrangements, isn't it?"

This is what Ye Qingxuan said just now, but he didn't expect that the priest would use it to comfort himself.

"Come closer and let me see you."

Mephistopheles waved to the teenager, Ye Qingxuan was taken aback, took a step closer, and finally saw Mephistopheles eyes.

The old man’s pupils were hidden in the shadow of the brow bones, full of muddy and hollow, and lackluster—until now, he realized that Mephistopheles was blind.

The wrinkled palm flicked across the boy's face. The palm of his hand seemed to be charged with static electricity. When it flicked through the air, there was a slight crackling sound, and invisible power flowed over the boy's cheek.

So Mephistopheles saw it.

He looked carefully at ~IndoMTL.com~ as if looking at an old acquaintance, and after a long time, he smiled relievedly.

"I'm a good boy...Bane guy, luck has always been much better than me."

He got up and patted the boy on the shoulder: "Go, come here to chat with me when you have time. If you don't want to listen to the doctrine, I won't talk about it, but the chant You might be interested in similar things."

"Thank you so much, then."

The young man nodded and said goodbye to leave.

The old bishop stood in the dark church, silently watching the boy leave with his eyes silently. It seemed to see the setting sun set, and a layer of pale golden light was plated on the young man's shoulders.

"Go forward, go to the unknown."

Mephistopheles stroked the scripture beside him, chanting softly: "Go to the end of all sources, to the end of dreams, to the farthest place in the world.

——You can see me there. "(To be continued.)