Silent Crown Chapter 246: The Bell of Original Sin
That night, eight o'clock.
College, auditorium, full of seats.
Amid the low noise, the audience was dark. In the college, both freshmen and graduating students were notified and gathered here.
Although the meeting has not yet started, everyone who comes here knows well: After the plagiarism cases that have been raging in these days, after the association’s review has made a judgment, the college is finally going to give everyone an explanation.
is just this statement, which makes many people feel unpleasant in the audience.
"It's just an announcement meeting, why should we be required to come?"
The position of the apocalypse academy, a teacher with a cold expression: "What the Ingmar guy has done must involve us. We are afraid to go out now, are they not satisfied?"
"Hey, you didn't say that when you gave Ingmar a blow."
is talking about a teacher of changing factions, anyway, watching the excitement is not too big a problem. The face of the teacher at the Enlightenment Academy changed, stared at him and stopped talking.
It's just that every time he looks at Abraham's position, his eyes are indistinctly disgusting: That guy, it's just a trouble. It can cause such a big thing at every turn.
"Anyway, you just want to see us lose face, right?"
He muttered in an unyielding voice, "At least, this time we can be considered to be full of face, and that guy had better not know good or bad."
"Ahem."
The colleague next to him coughed to remind him that he noticed the silence of the whole venue, and hurriedly stopped.
Then, Sidney, with a complicated expression, appeared on the stage. The principal did not show up. It was obvious that Sidney was thrown out by the school committee. Anyway, shameful things have always been done by this guy, and because of this, his expression is not very good.
"I am here today to announce something."
He took out the text of the speech and muttered it with his head down, the more he read. The lower the head, I just feel that every word hits the face like a slap in the face, causing pain.
"... After the evaluation of the Holy City and the Musicians Association, the "Ingmar's results are self-plagiarized" is correct... The impact is too bad. All teaching posts in Ingmar are now revoked, and after recovery Handed over to the Musician Association for a public trial.
In this incident, the Department of Music History suffered a lot of injustice, and with the support of the academy, it was cleared..."
I heard him say that. The audience booed suddenly, and the sound of cheering continued, interrupting his speech. He lowered his head and didn't care, just continued reading the manuscript in a dull manner:
"...According to the wishes of Abraham and Master Abraham, the new music history department will be rebuilt on the original site, and after the Queen’s award ceremony, the lectures will resume.
Next, I would like to invite the representative of the Department of Music History, Chief Ye to speak for you. Everyone applauds and welcomes. "
He put away the manuscript and looked at the backstage numbly.
Weird applause rang out in the audience. At this time, the field was divided into two groups clearly. One group was excited and applauded, while the other group was numb, like a clay sculpture and wood sculpture.
"The show meat is here."
Under the stage, some students sneered: "After the salted fish turned over, I don’t know how to show off."
"Don't worry, the chief of the East should be a smart man."
The third grade chief sits in the front row. Just looking at his nails: "If he is still a little sensible, he won't be too arrogant. After all, there are too many people who have offended, and the future will not be easy. After all... the days are still long, aren't they?"
"If you don't know what is good or bad. Then there is no way."
"How can it turn the sky? Don't forget, this is the Royal Conservatory of Music. He is not an official musician. Do you really think that a rhythm class is so powerful?
If he really thinks he can afford to play, I will go to him for a duel with a musician. At that time, he has nothing to say, right? "
There was a sneer, and a few graduating students sat in the back with their arms around. Looking at the stage coldly.
a long wait, a long silence.
No one came out in the background, everyone was stunned, looking at the stage in confusion, talking a lot.
On the stage, Sidney was almost unable to stay with a stiff smile on his face, so he called someone and urged him in a low voice. The man ran to the backstage, and soon returned blankly, and handed a letter to Sidney.
Sidney was taken aback for a moment, and after opening the envelope and scanning it twice, his expression became difficult to look at.
That guy refused to attend, but just sent a letter?
just won a review, so arrogant to this level?
The whole school has arrived, but the guy with the surname Ye started playing big cards instead? Those unhappy students in the audience also grew gloomy.
"Hello everyone, I am the chief of the first grade, the oriental man, Ye Qingxuan. Because of some things I cannot be there in person, so I wrote this letter to everyone."
On the stage, Sidney grabbed the letter paper and said stiffly:
"Compared to everyone's heard about the recent turmoil.
Thanks to those who support me. Thank you for speaking up for my teacher in this farce. I will remember every word and sentence in it, and I will give back as much as possible.
However, I know that many of you don’t like me. "
Sidney reads this, frowning, his expression stiffening:
"To be honest, it doesn’t matter to me. I don’t ask you to give your noble friendship alms to this unsocial weird person, and I don’t care about you too much.
It’s just that, I hope that through this incident, some people will be able to reduce unnecessary provocations against us in the future. After all, there is no sense of accomplishment in solving this kind of thing. "
"It's so arrogant!"
Those gloomy students were irritated by Ye Qingxuan's attitude and shouted loudly. Exchanging eyes with each other, couldn't contain the anger.
On the stage, Sidney's expression became more and more weird. This brief letterhead has been read to the end. He stammered and struggled with every word:
"...and, I sincerely hope that there will be no such thing again in the future, in order to make some people's memory better, as a guide. I decided to find a conspicuous place for them to leave a small Remembrance.
——I hope they will like it. "
When read this, he was stunned, and looked towards the last end: "Your most loyal friend, Ye Qingxuan."
There is no doubt that Ye Qingxuan's unceremonious tone angered most of the angered students. There was a lot of noise and noise, and the entire auditorium was chaotic.
The **** guy, does he want to teach the whole academy through this incident?
Who does he think he is? And the **** "little memorial"? This kind of obvious warning tone makes people laugh. Could he be able to turn the sky in the academy?
can be very fast. They heard the shocked exclamation behind them, and there was still a dull silence.
On the stage, Sidney seemed to see something **** of a ghost, his stiff expression shattered little by little, and turned into complete consternation.
then. They looked back in astonishment.
I saw the dark night sky outside the gate of the auditorium, the dark night sky, there was a crimson fire.
Where is it on fire?
Where is the fire?
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Under the same night sky, a young man with white hair sits on a bench, bathing in the flames. The fire light illuminates his white hair, which seems to have turned red and passionate.
In front of him, the main building of the Enlightenment Academy was bathed in the flames of light, shining brightly. It's like it's really as those people say. It turned into a torch that shone through the darkness, illuminating the bright and lofty future of mankind.
In Ingmar’s office, those old classics, precious collections, and luxurious furniture were immersed in the flames and turned into ashes and fire powder.
They were blown up in the hot wind and fluttered in the sky, dotted with stars, beautiful and stunning.
Soon, the teacher on duty today descended from the sky under the control of the "Wind Soul". Perceiving the burning main building, the alarm was quickly sounded. Then he looked at the idle boy not far away, frowning:
"What's the matter?"
"It's very simple, it's on fire."
Ye Qingxuan spread his hands. Just as the school said to myself not long ago: "The weather is dry recently, and things are igniting spontaneously. It's normal."
He stared calmly at those suspicious eyes, innocent and dazed. Anyway, in the end, it will be as the survey results show.
The sky is dry. Items spontaneously combust.
This is just an accident, just like the last accident happened. Since the claim that there was an accident in the Music History Department can be accepted, is it reasonable to have an accident in the Enlightenment Academy?
is like admiring some beautiful scenery. He sat quietly on the bench, gazing at the fire rising into the sky, and sighed softly:
"—It’s so beautiful."
In the night sky, a bell came faintly.
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"Good tea. I didn't expect to drink such good tea in the West."
In the watch shop, Mr. Hu put down his teacup and sighed: "I have not drunk tea for many years. I haven’t had tea for a long time."
"Say things first, pretend to be less forceful."
Opposite him, Hermes is holding a box of biscuits and eating it chuckingly, looking at Mr. Hu with a strange look in his eyes:
"I really have some expectations. The female emperor who was emptied by the regent sent an envoy like you to Avalon, what she wanted to do.
Is it to contact the Revolutionary Army, to unite inside and outside to kill Bai Heng? If so, you have come to the wrong place. The whole world knows that the revolutionary army is hidden in the dark world, and you can't find anything in Avalon. "
"Mr. joked, Your Majesty has never had anything to do with that group of insurgents."
Mr. Hu waved his hand and said in a stern face: "I'm here to find out some past events, and then find someone."
"Ye Lanzhou? Huh!"
Hermes sneered: "Bai Heng was about to usurp the throne. You didn't regret it when you killed all of Ye's up and down. Now it's useless to be anxious."
"The responsibility is, I hope Mr. to inform."
Mr. Hu got up and clicked to the bottom: "Ye Lanzhou, where is it now?"
Hermes rolled his eyes: "You ask me, who do I ask? Ye Lanzhou has legs, and it’s possible to go anywhere."
Mr. Hu gave a long sigh, took out an old silver coin from his cuff, and pushed it towards Hermes: "For the face of this thing, I hope it's more accommodating."
Hermes frowned, "You take out this thing. According to the rules, I should answer you one question. But are you sure you want to ask this?"
"Exactly." Mr. Hu nodded.
Hermes expressionlessly: "He is dead."
"Impossible."
Mr. Hu resolutely shook his head: "Zai Xia was once instructed: I must see people when I live, but I must see the dead when I die."
"Hey, how come you guys are so stubborn?"
Hermes irritably throws the cookie box aside. I picked up a big jar from under the cabinet and patted it on the table: "Here! You said'you must see the corpse', here it is!"
Mr. Hu froze for a moment and froze.
after a long time. He stretched out his hand and lifted the gray cloth covering the jar. On the gray cloth, the dust was shaking off.
in the amber liquid under the dust and gray cloth. What is soaking is a head.
The pale and handsome head closed his eyes, sleeping in the amber liquid, and his long black hair waved with the liquid like seaweed.
I don’t see the majestic and heroic hair I once had, but it is still as quiet as moonlight, quiet and beautiful. It's not like already dead, but falling into a deep sleep.
"——The head that Bach cut down with his own hands, take it if you want it!"
Mr. Hu was taken aback for a moment, shook his head, and put down his palm that raised the gray cloth. So that face was buried in the darkness again.
"Where is this..."
He sat down in his chair, and after a long time he let out a long sigh and stopped talking.
In the distance, a faintly low bell sounded, and the bell echoed in the night sky, resounding in all directions.
The sound of the bell has mysterious power, and there are countless people's songs and praises faintly. Wherever it goes, the etheric drum sways, as if dancing for it.
In the darkness under the grey cloth. That head seemed to wake up briefly from long sleep.
The corners of his mouth seemed to evoke a wistful smile.
is like an illusion.
is like moonlight.
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Thousands of miles away, holy city.
Above the Baizhang tower of this steel city, the lights are bright.
Approaching the critical moment when the ice barrier of Asgard in the West was changed, the cardinals in red were arguing about it. The quarrel with each other blushed.
"There have been no God-level natural disasters for six years, and maintaining this state of warfare will be an uncompromising burden for Asgard and the Order. Just the green gold consumed each year. It's as big as millions!"
"It’s only been six years! If there is an accident in this change of defense that causes natural disasters to re-enter the hinterland of mankind, the damage caused will be difficult to recover, let alone six years, even sixty years or six hundred years!
The principalities that were flattened by the'Silver Tide' have not yet returned to life. Isn't such a lesson learned enough for us to be vigilant? "
"Soundingly, do you know how much it consumes every day just to keep the fortress running?
What's more, our exploration of natural disasters has been stagnant for decades, and not only the exploration of the dark world has failed, but the **** Gaius and his revolutionary army are still at large to this day!
Recently, countries have become more and more slack, with serious internal friction, and they don’t care about how terrible things are in the dark world beyond the defense line...
Spiritual corruption is more terrifying than material emptiness. In the long run, I am afraid that even if there is a fortress, it is still a good thing! "
"The cult never interferes in the internal affairs of other countries. Don't make excuses for this shady behavior!"
"Idiot! Pursuing this kind of procedural justice will help the result..."
The argument has been going on for three days, without any results.
only today, at the end of the long table, the figure sitting on the steps seems to be pensive, and does not listen to their opinions. Just looking up at the starry sky, there is a faint bell echoing in the starry sky.
"Mian Xia! Mian Xia, please stop the judgment as soon as possible..."
The bishops looked at the silent pope, with a confused and solemn expression. On the side of the throne, the attendants whispered: "Under the crown of the pope, the bishops are waiting for your decision."
Above the throne, the Scarlet King raised his hand, holding the noise of the quarrel, just listening to the bell.
Wan Lai is completely silent.
There are bells coming from the sky.
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In the long night, a bell rang.
The bronze bell is old and huge. With the vibration, it shakes off the dust, revealing the copper light like a burning, the copper light vibrates like a flame, and the bell roars.
The roaring bells spread in the sky, driving the gusty wind to the extreme distance, reaching thousands of miles away, echoing in the dark world.
shook the ice and snow on the northern barrier, shook the flames under the Great Wall of the East, lifted dust and sand on the southern blazing earth, and melted into the ripples in the northern sea.
The bell sounded far and wide, beating in the ears of all human beings.
"Mr. Gaius, this is a report from Avalon just now."
In the dark room, the gray-haired elder in the wheelchair put on his glasses and looked at the message on the paper by the light. After a long time, he smiled in relief.
"Congratulations, Abraham." He stared in Avalon's direction and whispered softly: "Finally, I found the meaning of my life as I wish."
No one responded.
There is only a faint chime echoing.
Whether it is by the bonfire in the vast wilderness or in the city in the wind and snow, I heard the low and distant bell. The bell is lingering.
"The Bell of the Sage?"
In the dark world, Bach, who walked silently, looked back; above the nine heavens, the old man with a high crown, walking on the ring of stars, bowed his head and looked at the holy city.
In the hall of the saints, the seventy-six immortal lights also tremble with the sound of the bell, and the holy spirits who are sleeping in them opened their eyes and looked at each other.
"Forty-two years..."
"The bell of the sage has been struck."
"The Bell of Original Sin..."
"Mankind is getting closer and closer to the truth of the dark age."
"The turbulence of the great source will come."
"The closest natural disaster to perfection has been born on this land..."
"The day of the decisive battle with the'God' is near again."
The holy spirits in the light murmured softly, and finally closed their eyes and fell into a long deep sleep again.
Only the lights remain in the dark.
The bell is still echoing.
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At the sound of the bell, the young drunk man woke up from his dream and uttered a painful ***.
He grabbed the wine bottle next to him and drank the remaining liquid. The power of the alcohol spread again. He climbed up on the table, gasping for breath.
"Charle, have you had a nightmare again?"
Abraham pushed open the door of his room, looking worried.
"No, teacher. It's just drunk."
Charles grinned reluctantly, and got up from the ground: "Oh, I drank it accidentally. It's getting worse and worse recently. If you let Ye Zi see it, I'm afraid I will be ruined for a long time. ?"
He opened the window, the alcohol in the sky was cleared, and the moonlight shone on his face.
Charles sat down in the corner, fumbled for his pockets, took out half of a cigarette, lit it, took two deep breaths, and looked at the door with a reluctant smile.
But the door is closed, there is no teacher, and Abraham is no longer here.
So, he seemed to understand something, and looked away sadly~IndoMTL.com~ Is it still a dream? "
The curling green smoke rose from his hand, diffused in the moonlight in the dream, and disappeared without a trace.
Under the moonlight, the walls gradually shattered, and blood seeped through the cracks in the ground, like a spring. There are countless palms hugging him in the blood, like a mother, warm and soft.
There is a voice from memory whispering in his ear:
"——please tell him that I am very happy."
The misty voice lingered in his heart, empty, not knowing where it went.
He smiled, closed his eyes, and nestled in the embrace of the dream.
Mom, are you really happy?
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Under the same sky, there are the white-haired teenagers who were silent before the fire, the young people sleeping in front of the window, and the young girls among the layers of clocks...
At the same time, a figure in a gray robe set foot on the land of Avalon.
There was a sparrow falling on his shoulder. He listened to the bell and looked up at the starry sky, but there were no stars in his eyes, only the abyss as dark as an abyss.
"The human world..."
He whispered hoarsely: "Human...stink!"
The bells echoed in the sky.
Who is the bell ringing for? (To be continued.)