Silent Crown Chapter 278: Guardian

"Three hours and twenty minutes. "≤"≤small "≤say,"

In the coffee shop opposite the school, in the open-air cafe, Ye Qingxuan stopped the timing of the pocket watch, "Although it has already been calculated, there is still a ten-minute error.

There is still room for improvement..."

He pushed back the process again, and finally found the problem, then picked up the coffee in front of him, drank it, and smiled happily.

For the first time, he realized the power of a heart musician.

The power of ‘being in others’ is subtle, cleverly inserting into the gaps in the mind, using people as pawns, and pushing matters towards the direction of their expectations.

The authorities often get stuck in it without knowing it, and don't understand how they died until the last moment.

It’s no wonder that a heart-to-heart musician is jealous. Once such power is abused, the destructive power may be enough to destroy any relationship between people.

After all, no one can guarantee whether the companions who are with you day and night are hinted by people...

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan was also faintly vigilant in his heart, planning how to prevent others from using this trick to deal with himself: In fact, the easiest way is to act first to be strong, and plant an automatically inspired hint on everyone. .

Lola used to like this the most. Every subordinate has several layers of hints planted in his heart, one after another, and each ‘introduction’ is different. The guy who wants to dig her corner, or the person who is going to make some bad ideas, will often drink so many pots at this time, and she will play and applaud.

There are countless more tricks than this, Laura is also innumerable, especially the introductory book she threw to herself, not a black musician, but better than a black musician.

Every technique is terribly evil... If someone can practice all the above, Ye Qingxuan will feel it a pity if he doesn't destroy the world and take revenge on the society.

Ye Qingxuan shook his head and got up to pay the bill.

At the end of the long street, a black convoy came in silently.

In the evening dusk, the black motorcade was branded with the coat of arms of the Royal Orchestra, and the view in the window was blocked by curtains, and it was not clear how many people were sitting.

It's right in the middle of the convoy. He was also pulling a truck. The truck was covered with a dark iron box with a seal attached to it, and fire paint was poured on the unsealing. It looks like something is being transported.

"Brother Stool?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at the leader of the team and found that several royal musicians riding on horses even had Gavin. Gavin seemed to have spotted him too and looked over.

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand, but did not expect what he said to the person next to him after hesitating. Then he urged the horse to run over.

"Brother Stool, so majestic."

Ye Qingxuan teased him looking at him riding a dark horse, wearing a uniform, with a grim expression.

Gavin grinned reluctantly, seemingly worried, and whispered: "Ye Qingxuan, some bad things will happen in the city these two days, the Royal Orchestra has been under martial law.

Don't go around if you are okay, stay in the college. It is best to go out for a month and come back after the limelight has passed. "

Hearing him say this, Ye Qingxuan was taken aback and nodded and laughed: "I know, don't worry. Also, just call me Ye Zi."

"...Leaf, be careful."

Gavin took one last look, turned his horse's head, and chased in the direction of the convoy.

Ye Qingxuan stood there, watching the convoy gradually go away, disappearing into the afterglow of the setting sun. He raised his hand. Finish drinking the take-out coffee in your hand and throw it into the wastebasket.

"Big action?"

The young man murmured: "It seems that the time has to be speeded up."

He turned and walked into the academy--

Late night, the door of the study was opened.

Abraham looked up and saw the white-haired boy at the door. Take off his glasses: "Leaf, what's the matter?"

The boy grinned: "Teacher, about interpretation...I have doubts."

Abraham understood his mind and pressed his iron hand. The Requiem enchantment silently enveloped the school district, blocking all ether fluctuations.

Ye Qing Xuanguan came to the door. Sitting behind the desk, respectfully handed over a stack of manuscripts: "Teacher, when I interpret an ancient movement, I have some problems with music theory that I cannot understand.

How should this paragraph be interpreted? "

Abraham flipped through the manuscript, a trace of consternation flashed in his eyes, and soon smiled, "It's easy." He picked up the chalk and wrote on the blackboard behind him.

"This interval is a relatively rare format. It is the core position of the entire'phrase', which is a link between the past and the future. So you should use this as the theme and start from here...For the interpretation of notes, you can refer to the first The writings of the six generations of Saint Bach..."

The first question about ‘interpretation’ was solved so easily and simply. Ye Qingxuan understood it in his heart and thought silently. After a long time, a light flashed in his eyes, and he handed over a manuscript:

"There is also this paragraph, I don't understand it very well."

Abraham took it, staring at the fragmented pieces and questions, and laughed after a long time, "From the perspective of interpretation, you should..."

For five full hours, it wasn't until 3 o'clock in the morning that the problems Ye Qingxuan had accumulated these days were finally solved.

In the whole process, the two people only communicated about the interpretation of the movement, just like a scholar, teacher and apprentice asking for advice and teaching. Ye Qingxuan did not say that it was originally a forbidden movement from the Shixin School, and Abraham also never mentioned any words and proper nouns from the School of Forbidden School.

One question and one answer. The question seemed illogical, and the answer sounded completely unquestioned.

But the more later, Ye Qingxuan became happier and uncontrollable, until the last question was over, he closed his eyes, and after a long period of contemplation, the ether fluctuations on his body suddenly soared and collapsed, and after a strange change, he returned to peace. .

"I see, that's how it is."

He opened his eyes and smiled: "Thank you teacher for your guidance."

"About interpretation, you can ask me at any time."

Abraham waved his hand and canceled the barrier, "When are you going to attack the official musician?"

"...To be honest, I don't know either."

Ye Qingxuan's expression suddenly became complicated.

Abraham frowned, stretched out his hand to hold down the young man’s shoulder, and soon his expression was astonished: "Unexpectedly, there is no advancement yet? The resonance between you and the ether has surpassed that of mine..."

"But I don't have any signs of being induced by heaven and man."

The young man smiled bitterly, "I can feel my strength rising rapidly recently, and it has been several times more than a few months. It stands to reason that I should have advanced to a formal musician, but I haven't moved yet."

Abraham thought for a long time. Said: "It's probably because you haven't reached your limit yet? You are also studying the music theory of prohibition, illusion, and psychology faction. I am afraid that the difficulty of advancement is much higher than that of ordinary musicians."

Hearing him say this, Ye Qingxuan suddenly became embarrassed: "In fact, I didn't let go of the Enlightenment faction... It seems that learning too much is not a good thing."

"This is your talent, Leaf." Abraham laughed, "You have only studied music theory for less than half a year. Are you not? You are a true genius."

"I am a genius compared to someone like brother." The young man shook his head and stood up to say goodbye.

"Leaves."

Abraham stopped him, and the boy turned around, "Huh?"

"After you have advanced to a formal musician. Have you chosen your research direction?" Abraham asked, "How are you thinking about changing jobs? If you want to find a job as a "silent person", I can find some ways A former colleague came to help."

"This is actually already there."

Ye Qingxuan fumbled for the Nine Heavens Ring Peel between his fingers, recalling the name that haunts his ears in his sleep these days, and smiled:

"Probably called the'Dream Weaver', right?"——

Three days later, in the basement.

On a pile of scrapped parts, Shire with dark eye circles yawned, holding a bottle of beer in his hand and gurgling after drinking, pointing to something on the table:

"It's done. Give it a try."

Ye Qingxuan followed what he was pointing at, but only saw a bunch of strange parts with sighing arm armors, which did not have the alloy skeleton in his imagination.

He looked at Shire, and Shire ignored him with a beer. He had to pick up the sighing armband in doubt and put it on the arm of his left hand.

With a snap, the metal arm armor fits tightly on the boy's body. Then, the notes on it light up one by one, releasing a buzzing tremor.

Ye Qingxuan was taken aback. On the workbench behind him, the broken parts trembled one by one and collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

It's like...Resonance?

Next. The weak electric light jumped up from Ye Qingxuan's arm, and in a flash, the parts on the workbench were pulled by the invisible magnetic force and projected towards the young man. Ye Qingxuan subconsciously raised his arm to block it in front of him, but he felt a snap, and the parts snapped onto the arm armor.

The blast of electric light drags the broken parts around Ye Qingxuan for a moment. A series of crisp sounds sounded. The magnetic attraction pulls the parts to fit each other and the rivets. A piece of metal color rapidly expanded on Ye Qingxuan's body, until finally, covering his limbs and back, forming a strange metal skeleton.

Following Ye Qingxuan's movements, the runes on that metal skeleton kept extinguishing and lighting up, assisting his movements, light and flexible, without resistance.

The weight is only one-third of the original weight.

"Is there no power system?" Ye Qingxuan was taken aback.

After drinking the beer, Charles wiped off the remaining alcohol at the corner of his mouth, and grinned: "Ether is the best motivation. Innovation is the life of the designer. It is not mine to work according to the original design. Style."

Ye Qingxuan seemed to understand, tried to move forward, but he didn't expect a gust of wind. In an instant, the young man's body was transformed a few meters away, almost hitting the wall.

He was in a cold sweat, looked down at his feet, and tried to slowly bend his knees, feeling a repulsive force from the metal bones that fit between the backs of his legs, and he suddenly realized.

"Propelling and repulsive force of magnetic force?"

"Yes!"

Charles whistled: "This is still an inspiration from the old man Newton. Since electricity can be used as a motive force, the repulsion and attraction between magnetic fields should also be able to play a role.

If you don’t want to make a hole in our ceiling, it’s best not to jump here. Its theoretical bounce height should be about ten meters... Whether it is one-handed thrust or stability, it is more than twice as strong as the original ‘iron bone’! "

"More than that."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head and looked at the iron rod twisted between his fingers. The guy Shire was talking about conservative data. If he doesn't care about his endurance and goes all out... it's absolutely fine to fight the butcher's pervert in a short time.

And...

The moonlight was shining in his pupils, and he looked up. He could clearly feel the stars above his head running through the layers of ceiling, and the etheric cloud filled the sky and the earth.

Even through the appearance, he can already vaguely feel a burst of inexplicable rhythm and beat, fleeting, but there is a kind of intoxicating beauty.

I’m afraid that’s the ‘Sea of ​​Ether’ in the dark, the power that can be sensed only after becoming a formal musician.

"The resonance of the ether...has been strengthened?"

"Don't you think that the dangerous goods like'Archangel Armor' can be played by ordinary people?"

Charles laughed: "This is originally the armor of the musicians. It turns the fragile musicians into the equipment of destroyers on the battlefield.

Many alloy formulas are the products of alchemists, which in themselves can enhance the power of musicians. All I did was to guide them out.

After simplification and transformation, although there is no way to store the movement, it is no longer inferior to any dress at the same stage.

You don’t have your own ‘dress’ yet, do you? Charles patted him on the shoulder, "It's a gift for you to be an advanced official musician in advance." "

Although Shire said it simply, Ye Qingxuan also learned the principles of mechanical engineering. He obviously knew how difficult it is to transform the Archangel armor into the current one, and retain the original function, and couldn't help but feel a little moved.

"Brother, you really are a good person!" He patted Charles on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "I will remember you for the rest of my life."

"..." Charles's expression twitched: "Can you say something nice?"

"Okay, how is the job? The salary is monthly? How much can I get after tax? When should I bring a girlfriend back? When should I get married? No more buying a house in Midtown?"

Char's face became more and more miserable, and he was obviously about to be sunk: "Ye Qingxuan, what hatred do I have with you, why do you hurt me so much?"

"Haha, kidding." Ye Qingxuan couldn't help laughing, and stopped his shoulder: "Thank you brother!"

"Just remember that brother is kind to you." Charles gave him a blank look and patted the bone on his shoulder: "Your stuff~IndoMTL.com~ name it."

Ye Qingxuan pondered for a moment and said:

"How about the term ‘Ren Du’?"

"...It's a bit strange, but you like it."

Charle picked up the tool and knocked on the equipment that hurt the young man: "Take it off, and I will debug it for you. After all, this thing is life-saving, the more suitable the better.

Unexpectedly, you have grown a lot in the past few days, almost like me. "

After taking off the ‘supervisor’, Ye Qingxuan sat next to the workbench, he stopped talking: "Brother..."

"Huh?"

"Seriously, it's almost Christmas. When will you bring a girlfriend back?"

"Ye Zi, you will be forced to believe that I will kill you..."

"Okay, I'll shut up," (to be continued.)