Silent Crown Chapter 470: Sacred Cauldron
In the quiet restaurant, there is a soft piano echo.
Since seeing Yunlou Qingshu come to the holy city, Ye Qingxuan has been a little restless, not knowing what is going to happen.
In thought, someone with a cane came over and knocked on the table lightly.
Ye Qingxuan looked up and saw the gray hair of the person who came.
He is wearing a decent gown and holding a cane in his hand. He seems to be uncomfortable, his face is serious, his eyes are harsh, and he looks very familiar.
—Handel.
Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment.
He didn't expect to be able to meet one of the few saints currently stationed in the Holy City for a short time here, one of the controllers of the Silent Organ.
"Can I sit here?"
Handel looked at Bai Xi's position.
Ye Qingxuan's eyes narrowed, he was silent for a moment, shook his head, and frankly refused:
"No, there are people here."
Simply three words.
No.
No one has ever dared to say this to a saint.
If someone sees him ignorant of good and evil, it must be another round of verbal criticism to spread it out-no one will refuse a saint's request, especially this kind of goodwill in a certain sense.
It's unwise to push the opponent to the other side so bluntly.
And Handel didn’t seem to be angry, but just nodded:
"It seems that I still have some time before she comes back."
Without waiting for Ye Qingxuan's reaction, he sat in Bai Xi's position, put his crutches next to him, and pushed a file bag from the table.
"Look at this."
"What is this?"
Ye Qingxuan reached out and opened the seal of the document bag, and saw a thick pile of papers inside.
"It's just a contract, for you."
Handel took off the copper enamel fountain pen on the neckline and placed it in front of Ye Qingxuan: "Sign him, and you can become the head of the Silent Organization in Anglo.
When necessary, you can use one-third of the resources of the Silent Organization. There are six masters who follow your orders at any time, and you only need to be responsible to me alone.
This is the best treatment I can get for you. "
In the silence, Ye Qingxuan was dull.
He never thought that such a big piece of cake would fall from the sky, and it would fall in front of him at this moment, exuding a seductive fragrance.
Angelou, the chief of the Silent Organization...To some extent, this position represents an unimaginable huge amount of power and wealth.
As long as he signs, six masters, countless musicians, the wealth and power of the Silent Organization are all in his grasp...
Seeing his stunned look, Handel's eyes showed a trace of satisfaction.
No one can ignore the power and impact that this position can bring.
Regardless of whether you are a musician or not, as long as you are born in the world, you will definitely understand the importance of power and power. And this paper document is the great road leading to power and power.
Ye Qingxuan seemed to be shocked.
He stared at the seductive pen, but didn't move.
After a long time, he shook his head and sighed softly:
"Sorry, I refuse."
Rejected for the second time.
In just a few minutes, this surprisingly arrogant refusal happened twice.
The smile on Handel's face stiffened.
"Have you thought about it? Ye Qingxuan."
He was silent for a long time and asked faintly: "I know we had an unpleasant meeting before, but I hope you can understand the severity.
For you, once you miss an opportunity like this, there will be no second time in your life. "
Seeing his appearance, Ye Qingxuan smiled and shook his head: "It seems that this is the first time you have encountered this situation. Didn't you expect that the lofty charity will one day be rejected?"
"Are you dissatisfied with this contract?"
Handel frowned: "If you have your own terms, the specific terms can be modified. But I don't like your resistance."
"As everyone knows, in addition to being a musician and a nobleman, I was an ancient literature scholar in the earliest days."
Ye Qingxuan smiled. He picked up the pre-dinner wine, took a sip, and said something irrelevant: "When I was reading ancient documents, I once read a sentence. That's a man The writer described a stupid woman. He said: At that time she was too young to know all the gifts given by fate, and she had already secretly marked the price."
Ye Qingxuan put down the wine glass and looked at Handel deeply:
"——Excuse me, how much will I pay for this piece of pie that fell from the sky?"
Handel stared at him indifferently. After a long time, he said: "Ye Qingxuan, I hope you understand that to me, you don't have any secrets worthy of mouthwatering.
Although this position requires you to perform some obligations when necessary.
But compared to what you get, you don’t have to pay much. "
Ye Qingxuan nodded slightly and asked: "For example, sell the Shire to you? Or, at some point, become your bargaining chip to threaten the Shire?
Constantine's uncontrolled rise now, I am afraid that many people feel threatened? You need a check and balance of his existence.
I believe that this contract did not exist at all before Charles agreed to be Constantine’s confidential secretary..."
"You think too much."
Handel's tone turned colder: "Ye Qingxuan, everyone, when necessary, must make some sacrifices for this world."
"Remember what I said?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at him: "The Shire has nothing to do with you, and I hope you will stop hitting Shire's attention. Mr. Handel, you are a saint, above ten thousand people, logically speaking, I should Respect you.
But, don’t think I don’t know what you said to the Shire..."
His tone was calm, and he told the elderly man in front of him almost nonchalantly: "If there is a chance, I will let you experience his feelings."
Undisguised words.
The atmosphere on the table quickly turned cold.
Handel looked at him without anger, but his eyes became disappointed, full of regret: "Ye Qingxuan, the Holy City treats you not so badly, why is there resistance? Or, you still feel that Ye Lanzhou has not done anything. Wrong?"
Ye Qingxuan frowned.
"Don't underestimate the Holy City. When Benn returns to the Holy City and registers you as his godson, the Holy City already knows who you are."
Handel said in a cold voice: "For a long time, the Holy City has been tolerant to you in many ways. Until now, it has not been held accountable to you, and has praised you. What qualifications do you have to feel that the Holy City is sorry for you?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled.
He looked at Handel's eyes.
The look in the eyes is so familiar, so high, like overlooking the dust.
As long as you have such a look, it seems that everything in the world can be at your mercy, and you must make sacrifices for the things in your heart.
But completely ignored the sadness and bitterness in the dust.
"What Ye Lanzhou did has nothing to do with me."
Ye Qingxuan said: "If it is the holy city's tolerance and gift to me that I did not completely erase the son of a sinner, then I am afraid I will disappoint you.
You think everyone has to sacrifice for this world, but unfortunately, I never feel that I owe this world anything, and, on the contrary..."
He looked at the gloomy man in front of him and told him every word:
"—Mr. Handel, the world owes me too much."
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When Bai Xi came back, it was already ten minutes later.
The brief meeting between Ye Qingxuan and Handel has long since ended in an unpleasant atmosphere.
"Where did you go to play again?"
Ye Qingxuan sighed, and reached out and rubbed her somewhat tangled long hair.
Unconsciously, her hair was already waist-length. If you don't pay attention to combing, it will become a mess.
Bai Xi allowed Ye Qingxuan to mess up his hair, and then combed it neatly with him. Feeling the temperature of his palm, he couldn't help but laughed:
"When I went out, I saw an old ghost who was begging very poor and soft-hearted, so I gave him two cents."
"Why are the clothes torn?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at her cuff and broke a small hole.
"I accidentally hung up when I entered the door." Bai Xi's expression became cheerful: "This way I can buy a new one this afternoon."
"The budget of the embassy is not so expensive."
Ye Qingxuan stared at him irritably: "And every time I ask someone to give you an invoice for office supplies, the eyes of those people are very strange! And why do you have to reimburse you for buying underwear!" /
"Cousin, although you said no, but he was very honest when he paid."
"You gave me a new reason!"
Ye Qingxuan sighed: "Thanks to your blessing, the office supplies of the Holy City Embassy will be bought until next year! The Ministry of Finance can't be reimbursed again, right?"
"Isn't there still food and travel expenses!"
"Hey! Where did you learn this set..."
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help shaking his head.
Others have said that there will be elites gathering around the holy city, but why is it not reliable for the people around me to compete one by one. It's almost impossible for Charles to fall, and even Bai Xi has learned a good skill in defrauding reimbursement.
Forget it.
Ye Qingxuan thought of the cashier in the embassy with bitter eyes and resentment, and immediately dispelled the idea of reimbursement.
Anyway, there is still a large amount of stolen money in his account, the ill-gotten wealth that Avalon's smugglers honored, Ye Qingxuan's own material desires are extremely weak, and the things he wants are often not available for money. Bai Xi was able to spend a little more, which was considered a help.
It's just that she can't let her know about this, otherwise she will dare to take Ye Qingxuan's checkbook tomorrow and wipe out all the luxury goods on the Holy City Avenue...
Thinking of such a terrifying scene, Ye Qingxuan's non-existent heart couldn't help but twitch in the etheric world.
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The pitch-black iron box is forty centimeters long, thirty-five centimeters wide, and 15 centimeters thick.
It looks like it is specially made for precious things, so it is so exquisite and rigorous. When closed and locked, it is tightly closed, and there is almost no gap on the surface.
The alchemy matrix engraved inside can ensure that the contents are kept intact and not damaged in the event of a strong impact, fire or flooding.
Nobles usually engrave the family crest on this kind of box, store the will involving their own estate division in it, or use it to preserve precious jewelry or vouchers to ensure that they are safe.
But on this box, there is nothing else except the mark of the holy city.
Now it is carefully placed on Constantine's table, so softly, as if it were treating a rare treasure.
"This is what Mr. Ludovich told me to bring."
The middle-aged priest sighed softly: "Fortunately, please check it."
"It's time to work." Constantine shook his hand.
Despite the delivery, the middle-aged priest still feels unwilling to let go of the box and can't help but glance at it:
"According to Mr. Ludovich's instructions, we will forward this item to you. Please allow me to say something: I hope you can keep it properly."
He reluctantly retracted his gaze and sighed softly: "After all, since the death of the previous generation of alchemist Orwell, no one has been able to make such a perfect copy."
"Thank you for the reminder, I will."
Constantine politely delivered him to the door: "Charre, see off the guests."
After the mysterious guest left, Charles couldn't help but sneak in and probe his head: "Sir, did that guy just come to give us money?"
"Send money?"
Constantin froze for a moment, and then smiled complicatedly: "To some extent, yes. It's just that the contents of this box can't be bought for much money now."
Aware of Shire's curiosity, he did not shy away from Shire, reached out his hand to turn the combination lock of the iron box, and said lightly.
"You haven't seen the person who just came, but you must have heard of the congregation he belongs to."
He paused and said a name:
"——Holy City Yixin Brotherhood."
"The legendary group of monks with immense power? It turned out to be true?" Charles asked curiously.
"The Holy City One-Heart Brotherhood was born four hundred years ago. It was first formed by the order of the second generation of popes. All members are the heads of various monk families and have real power bishops. They started as the pope’s think tank. Formation is an indispensable weight on the political scale, and the Holy City uses it to compete with other countries.
Later, as time changed, the Yixin Brotherhood also began to lose control...By now, it has become a behemoth capable of faintly confronting the Pope. If you let the second generation of Pope know, I must be deeply disappointed. "
"They are here to give you gifts?"
"Gifts are hard to say. After all, you can't eat or drink what you send, and you can't put on a pretense, and you must keep it properly and serve it carefully."
Constantine opened the iron box and stared at the contents: "It's a hot thing."
Charl leaned over, only to see a crystal brick.
He recognized that this was a precious material made by the School of Change, which was more expensive than green gold. But I don't understand why such precious materials are used to seal up a thin manuscript.
In the crystal bricks, an ancient book page is sealed.
It seems that a long time has passed, and the pages of the book are already aging. If it were not for the preservation of the crystal bricks, it would have been exhausted in the years.
What was written above was something similar to a musical note, but Charles couldn't identify its source.
He leaned in silently, looking at it for a long time.
His teacher, Abraham, is now one of the few ancient scholars and masters in the world. However, he tried to interpret it again and again, but he couldn't understand the words above.
"What is this?"
"This is the prototype of the Luen script, a product between notes and language. It has been changed for so many years, and it has no meaning. It doesn't matter if you don't know it."
The Rune script is the closest to the Dark Age of all Western languages. Except for scholars who specialize in this, even a few remote tribes in Asgard still have this language. To this day, it still maintains part of the grammar of the Dark Ages, giving a glimpse of a long time ago a thousand years ago, and it is called a living fossil.
Charles didn't expect that the holy city's one-hearted monk would cherish and cherish it, but it was its mother.
Do they want to win over Constantine for academic research?
Charle was amused by his thoughts.
"A long time ago, some people believed that it was the language of natural disasters."
Constantine said calmly: "This is the oldest text ever discovered by mankind, and it is also the origin of all notes. What you see is just a copy of an ancient book.
That classic is known as the "Book of Guixu", which is the origin of human civilization and the cornerstone of the golden age. "
Charle was stunned.
"For a long time, it is precisely the control of the book of Guixu and its final interpretation power that the status of the Holy City Yixin Brotherhood can be so lofty and unshakable. Holding this copy, it has a great doctrinal Advantages. It can be said that it is a precious item that any cult leaders dream of."
Constantine raised the brick in his hand and stared at the faint characters in the sunlight outside the window. There is no power on this, but it carries the heaviness of history.
It's like the person who controls the fate can become the King of Scarlet. The name ‘Orthodox’ gives it irreplaceable meaning.
Any priest who longs for historical truth and source essence is proud to see it.
"What it corresponds to and represents is the power and honor equivalent to the one with hundred eyes."
Constantine strokes the bricks~IndoMTL.com~ whispers softly:
"——Three Pillar God·Sacred Cauldron."
In the silence, Charles swallowed and spit.
"That legend, is it true?" Charles asked in a low voice: "The rumor that mankind unearthed the sacred cauldron from the Guixu in the first time, is it true?"
"Perhaps, after so many years, who still knows?"
Constantine put the square brick back in the box: "I have heard all kinds of rumors. Some people say that humans have created gods and protected the race through the dark age and the abyss of horror. Some Some people say that the sacred cauldron is nothing but the dreams of ancient poets, and some musicians believe that the crowns of the three kings are cast by the sacred cauldron...
There are many different opinions that seem to hold up, but they are completely different from each other. I can only tell you: The Sacred Cauldron does exist, Charles. "
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A big setting will be announced in the next chapter~ the last day of the month, don’t keep it~