Silent Crown Chapter 345: Bringing up
In the cold, narrow room, a pale light illuminates a shaggy face.
"Name."
Someone asked in the dark.
The middle-aged man sighed, "Andre, Andre Wilson."
"Gender."
Andre's expression twitched, and he replied reluctantly: "...male."
"Yeah." The person in the dark nodded, mocking: "I can see it. Age"
Andre became impatient, "Can you ask something meaningful?"
"Okay, it's rare that you like to go straight to the subject."
The person in the dark flipped through the file in his hand, and said casually: "Well, I was married. It is said that you have a close relationship with a woman outside. Are you coming out?"
Andre was taken aback, and his face was pale: "Ye Qingxuan! Don't go too far! Hold a chicken feather as an arrow to scare anyone!"
"Scare you."
A white palm stretched out in the dark, holding a stamped and signed approval letter in his hand, and slamming it straight on Andre’s face: "Look clearly, you are now receiving the inside of the Silent Organ Review!
I ask! You answer! Believe it or not, I will let you go to the Tower of Judgment right away? "
Andre was furious: "Dare you!"
In the darkness, that hand froze, and after a long time, he slowly retracted the permission letter. Ye Qingxuan sighed softly, seemingly helpless.
Andre couldn't help laughing, but before the smile appeared, a palm out of the darkness grabbed his hair and slammed him on the table.
Boom!
Andre was dark in front of his eyes, struggling subconsciously, but then, a dagger was nailed to the table against his face, not to tremble or buzz.
On the blade of the dagger, a pale face was reflected.
It seems that he hasn't slept for a long time. His eyes are bloodshot. When he stares at the person, his pupils are pitch black, which makes his heart hairy.
"You guessed it."
Ye Qingxuan said: "I dare."
"You..."
Andre opened his mouth subconsciously, but the blade of the dagger tilted down and blocked his mouth.
"My best friend, my brother, invite me to be the master of ceremonies for his wedding in the future. Now because of your **** and messy things, I will go undercover in a group of scumbags.
Because of one of you, he has been missing for six days and he does not know his life or death.
And you guys, these idiots who do nothing, sit in the office with a cool air conditioner, and watch the news, are questioning my qualifications to censor you? "
The voice was chilly, like a blade, the fingers pressing his head were cold and without temperature. Ye Qingxuan stared at the reflection of the blade, looked at the trembling eyes, and told him every word:
"Andre Wilson, I am now an internal reviewer appointed by the Pope’s Chamber to handle all matters concerning the leakage of internal secrets.
I ask, you answer. Otherwise, I can give you a thirty-year note and send you to the Tower of Judgment for a vacation. understand? "
This bastard, what he said is true!
The eyes told Andre that this guy was going crazy, and everything he said was beyond doubt. The stupid bureaucrats in the Pope's Hall gave him a sword to appease this crazy guy. Now the sword is in his hand. He holds the sword, and he wants to hack anyone to death.
So, who wants to be the first victim?
At this moment, Andre's heart is full of deep bitterness, and he is extremely regretful. I knew this was the case. Why did you go to slap the beard of this lunatic for the so-called face?
Everyone knows that this **** cut off Colt's head in front of so many people at the gate of the Holy City. The evidence was conclusive and he was released without charge.
Now that he is noble, even if he kills himself, can he still hold his head and go to the Holy Amnesty Ministry to reason with others?
"Seems to understand?"
Looking at the change in his expression, Ye Qingxuan smiled mockingly: "It would be better if it was like this earlier, be good, let's do it again. By the way, you know what happened to the people who lied in front of me, Right?"
Andre gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.
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Thirty minutes later.
Andre walked out from behind the door like a walking corpse, his eyes hollow, even if he was surrounded by colleagues who had been waiting for a long time, you asked me about the situation every word.
Others patted him on the shoulder with compassion and sympathy, obviously already knowing what would happen.
Andre was holding a cup of hot coffee, and after a long time he came back to his senses, sighed like a dream, but said nothing.
If he is proficient in Eastern culture, he must chant with tears in his eyes at this moment, "The past is unbearable to look back on the Moon Mingzhong". Unfortunately, let alone Eastern culture, he can't even write a sonnet, and his lips have been closed for a long time. , In the end, it became a gloomy silence.
Sitting in the same room with the white-haired **** for half an hour, his underwear was stripped out, everything from childhood to childhood was investigated, and even his sexual orientation was not overlooked.
Family, lover, ex-wife, children and even bank accounts have all become simple sentences recorded in that guy’s notebook.
He shuddered, and subconsciously grabbed the person next to him: "You can't let that guy mess around anymore! Otherwise...Mr. Wolfflute, where did Mr. Wolfflute go?"
The people next to each other looked at each other, their faces were bitter, and they all became silent.
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In the atmosphere full of stale taste, the door of the brass elevator opened with difficulty, and the steel rubbed and made a sharp sound.
The smell of dust rushed over my face.
In the dimness, the wolf flute pinched his nose and carried a wind lantern in his hand, and walked along the path. Under the shining of wind lanterns, the towering dark bookshelves on both sides are full of various ancient scrolls.
Even the aisles are filled with books and ancient scrolls that do not know where they came from.
Only his footsteps seemed to be the only sound in the huge underground square, and even the sound of breathing became so clear in silence.
This is like a huge storage warehouse, but there is no light at all. The darkness is full of dead silence, and even bugs can't survive in such a cold and quiet place.
This is one of the garrisoned institutions in the Holy City of Silent Organ, which is attached to the Department of the Artifact Hall-Taboo Classics Depository.
At the beginning, the collection of books and movements related to taboo music theory, later, with the expansion of music masters of the past generations, it has become a huge library.
The music theory, movement, and technique collected from various factions, schools, and black musicians around the world will be copied uniformly and sealed here for emergencies before they are destroyed.
After hundreds of years have passed, everyone knows how many things are hidden here.
Tens of thousands of rolls? Hundreds of thousands of rolls? How many million rolls?
Now this is no longer a library, but a graveyard for books. Because once they come here, they will never appear in the sun again.
It's like burying the book in a coffin.
The book is like a human being, slowly falling into the darkness in the dust, the writing is blurred, and gradually dying.
So, here is the decadent atmosphere of the cemetery, right?
The wolf flute covered his mouth, finally found the dusty counter, stretched out his hand, and gently pressed the iron bell. After the crisp voice spread in the darkness, a hoarse voice sounded from behind him after a long time.
"Are you wolf cub again?"
The wolf flute turned around and saw the dwarf in front of him.
The dwarf, who is only one-third of the height of an ordinary person, sits in a wheelchair, his face is covered with wrinkles and moss, and his eyes are full of white spots. It's like a wandering soul lodged in this huge cemetery.
He doesn't know how long he has been here, even his body seems to grow with the wheelchair, regardless of each other. The rust-covered wheelchair moved without any sound, like a ghost soaring in the dark.
But looking at how impatient he is now, it makes people think that the wolf flute is lingering.
No way, no matter whoever likes to be quiet is disturbed by people coming to the door every day for six consecutive days, his face will not be good.
Wolf flute smiled helplessly and took out a list:
"Mr. Administrator, I'm here to borrow books, I'm in trouble."
The dwarf manager took a look at the list and threw it aside impatiently: "Wolf flute, here are the two of us, so don't pretend to be garlic.
These books don't seem to be for you to read, right? "
"Uh..."
The wolf flute looked embarrassed and replied hesitantly: "It's a friend, a supernumerary of the agency, and it's not against the rules."
"Oh? It seems that your friend is not easy."
The dwarf manager nodded casually: "Well, half-step master, that's also a promising future."
"Ah...huh?!"
The wolf flute was taken aback, and immediately stared out: "Master Half Step? Sir, did you make a mistake?"
"So I hate you guys, just pretend to be annoying."
The dwarf gave him a glance, took out a few lists from the counter, and patted them in front of him:
"Look clearly, this is the list of books you borrowed these past two days, look at..."
The wolf flute looked at it, still confused and dumbfounded.
The dwarf curled his lips impatiently, and explained: "A total of six days, you have borrowed 17 taboo movements from different fields and factions. There are more than 30 music theory narratives, and even among them are from black musicians. Technology and music theory, and there is no connection.
Two days ago, your friend was still watching the introductory pediatrics "From the Four Changes of Alchemy to the Core of the School of Change", and today he jumped to the side expert field of "Ethere Simulacrum of Fission Elements".
Then I'm still referencing the "Sacred Animal Nature" and "The Dogmatic Way" and other factions on the outlines and guidelines.
If you are a musician who is just getting started, you will not have the energy to pay attention to such a complex field. Moreover, it is so unorganized, learning with one hammer and one stick is almost self-defeating. Unless..."
Unless?
Except what?
The dwarf's words stopped here, but the wolf flute finally came to a sudden, showing a self-deprecating expression: "Unless he is a musician at the peak of the distortion level and has entered the'finishing stage', right?"
Complete the stage, the stage that distortion-level musicians who have reached the peak of their faction must go through before creating the chapter of fate and entering the realm of masters.
At this stage, even a master who specializes in one department will learn all the basic music theory of the other six departments and all the movements that can be integrated with their own system, in order to get more insights and ideas, and build their own A higher degree of completion of the system.
Only the seven music theory tools at ~IndoMTL.com~ can create their own "fate chapter".
It's like filling up the incomplete self. This stage is called the ‘filling up stage’ by musicians.
"Not bad."
The dwarf nodded, "Then what is going on with your friend?"
"Ahem..."
Wolf flute showed a complex expression that is indescribable: "He just advanced to Resonance half a month ago. To be honest, now... even he himself doesn't know what level he is."
"Resonance?"
The dwarf’s pale eyes were almost three times as big as before, "Then why does he turn so many things? Want to commit suicide?"
The wolf flute couldn't help turning his head away, and said quietly:
"He said he wanted to compose music, so he was going to read some books and brew it..." (To be continued.)