Silent Crown Chapter 498: Limits of thinking
"A new era~~"
In the smoky and foggy bar, the hangover Albert screamed and waved the beer in his hand: "The new era is coming! The remnants of the old era have no place on the boat!
The big wave is coming, friends, before drowning, let's have another drink! "
Speaking, he spilled a lot of banknotes.
"Drink again and drink again!"
Seeing that the idlers who had free drinks followed up booing, wondering how much money the crazy old man had in his pocket.
But perhaps the smoke was too harsh, and the old man put down his glass after drinking two sips of beer, and then weeped startledly.
Boom!
The door was kicked open, and the heavily armed army rushed in, kicking the drunk and drunk who were blocking the road. The headed priest produced an arrest warrant.
"Archbishop Albert, you have been arrested for negligence, even though the Holy City suffered heavy losses."
The priest said coldly: "Please come with us."
"Hey, come to me now?" Albert looked at the visitor drunkly, and couldn't help shaking his head: "Let me have another drink, okay?"
The priest looked at Albert's haggard appearance, he stopped talking, and finally he sighed:
"Just one cup."
"One cup is enough."
Albert chuckled, holding up his glass, the inferior beer leaked from the corner of his mouth, and the beard entangled in a ball.
It falls on the chest.
Like tears.
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"Mr. Wagner, it's going to be late, please leave as soon as possible."
In front of the pier, the priest looked at the silent old man on the bench. Behind him, there are several priests in black, wearing long swords, and wearing gray heraldic armbands on their arms. The heraldry is iron.
They are the secret forces of the Holy City, responsible for protecting Wagner on the way out of the Holy City.
Or **** can also be used.
"Wait a little longer." Wagner rubbed his numb fingers, breathed, and stared at the street: "Wait."
The whistle honked.
"Mr. Wagner."
The priest stood in front of him blankly: "You must set off."
"Help me carry my luggage, I am old."
Wagner glanced at the end of the long street again, did not see the rickety and old figure, and sighed softly: "If you can't say to send me, you really didn't come to send me... bastard..."
He seemed to understand something, he sighed and stopped waiting.
"Let's go."
He turned and stepped on the ferry to the dark world.
Perhaps there will be no return date.
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"A new era~ It should be celebrated, right?"
Ye Qingxuan listened to the sound from the ether ball, clicked his mouth, and looked outside the barrier: "How about a bar, how about it?"
No one cares about him.
"Brother Zhiyi, don't be so indifferent."
He sighed and looked down at his hands. They were nailed to the wall with silver nails, unable to move.
His half body was immersed in a purple-black liquid, which was like a living thing, continuously pumping his life force, making him unable to extract the strength of a finger.
Just dizzy and drowsy.
No one cares.
"Brother Zhiyi, your master and I, Mr. Paganini, have a close relationship with each other. He has the iron relationship between cutting chicken heads and burning yellow paper. If you treat me like this, he will be angry if he knows."
"..."
"Brother Zhiyi, are you a man or a woman?"
Ye Qingxuan asked curiously: "Although you are clothes, you should also have gender? Did you come with Paganini? But the way Paganini showed up in "The Dance of Witch", only Can say... well, men and women don’t tell me. You can’t also..."
"..."
"An old saying goes well, brothers are like brothers and feet, and beautiful women are like clothes."
Ye Qingxuan pondered for a moment: "I see you are called the'clothes of original sin' and not the'hand of original sin'. I think it should be a girl! Right?"
"Ye Qingxuan..."
In the darkness, a hoarse voice came: "There are so many ways in this world that people can be tortured but can't die.
If you don't shut up again, I would love to let you try it. "
"Okay, okay."
Ye Qingxuan sighed: "How about let's change the topic? Let's talk, if I knew I would not kill Samuel, is he okay now?"
The garment of original sin sneered, "You burned two-thirds of your body, do you think it’s okay? He is still soaking in the pool of blood, frantically trying to kill you... I should really let you go. Be with him."
"Didn't I unexpectedly expect you to come to the Holy City?"
Ye Qingxuan sighed: "I almost broke out the door, and you rushed in again. Everyone was so happy, you have to come to disrupt the situation... Forget it, I should have thought of it.
You guys have been here for a long time, right? "
The Clothes of Original Sin sneered and didn't speak.
Ye Qingxuan blew his whistle, not paying attention.
Since the last war in Auschwitz, the ‘praise to the death’ orchestra may have been broken into pieces and hidden in the holy city, right?
They have inherited Paganini's music theory of ‘mutation’, and they are best at disguising. Some people open the door to convenience inside, and they can hide it from ordinary people.
Paganini is too big to hide, but the following guys run into the holy city to work for Ludovic without any problem.
But Ye Qingxuan didn't expect that Paganini was still recovering from his wounds, and the Cloak of Original Sin had regained its strength, even further than before.
I'm afraid the last battle with the Gate of Heaven also inspired Paganini a lot, right?
The result of this incident was that Ye Qingxuan was flattened neatly and nailed to the wall.
"Hey! Brother Yi."
Ye Qingxuan was bored and asked again: "Is your master okay?"
The Clothes of Original Sin sneered and glanced at him with a look that made Ye Qingxuan hairy: "He misses you very much. If he has a chance, he will definitely see him in the abyss."
"No, no!"
Ye Qingxuan shook his head like a rattle: "It's better to forget each other in the world! It's better not to see, it is better to not see!"
"Huh."
The Tip of the Clothes of Original Sin smiled: "That's not up to you."
Ye Qingxuan sighed.
Since each other was silent for a long time, Ye Qingxuan spoke.
"Hey, Brother Zhiyi...I have a question, I want to consult you."
He said seriously: "I am honest and righteous, I hope you can do well, show compassion, and satisfy my curiosity, how about?"
The Clothes of Original Sin sneered, looked at him, stood with his arms in arms, and said nothing. Ye Qingxuan didn't care about his cold face, but with a flattering smile, he asked:
"Strictly speaking, you are not a ‘person’, are you?"
The expression on the clothes of original sin went gloomy, but Ye Qingxuan's face was mocking and sincere, but he frowned.
"So what?"
"No, no, this is not a mockery."
Ye Qingxuan mumbled vaguely: "From a certain point of view, this may be a good thing... In this case, your way of thinking may be beyond my limits."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"I mean..."
Ye Qingxuan asked seriously: "As a'clothing', you don't really care about people's life or death, right?"
"Yes."
"The beauty, ugliness, poverty, poverty, or wealth of human beings don’t make any sense to you, do they."
The garment of original sin nodded.
"Then, as a'clothing', your master is not a mortal, that is to say, if it is not necessary, you are even lazy to get into the material world, is that correct?"
Rather than waiting for the clothes of original sin, Ye Qingxuan said to himself: “For a scepter-level artifact, you don’t care about ordinary clothes on mortals? Whether it’s cloth, iron, Silk, you don’t even think that there is something you want to plot in them, right?"
"..."
The Clothes of Original Sin became confused: "What on earth do you want to ask?"
"I mean..." Ye Qingxuan organized chaotic thoughts and worked hard to compile words: "If one day, if you try your best to mix in a pile of ordinary clothes and become one of them... after all What is it for?"
The Clothes of Original Sin did not hesitate: "If it is the order of the master..."
"What if you don't have a master?" Ye Qingxuan interrupted him.
"..."
The Clothes of Original Sin fell into confusion, and he couldn't understand what Ye Qingxuan meant without a master, nor could he imagine such a situation and existence.
For it, there is no such possibility.
Ye Qingxuan was caught in chaos and excitement. Following the clues, he muttered dullly: "A artifact like you has no need for any clothes.
You don’t even envy those jackets that are woven with cyan silk, nor do you care about those armors, or even the close-fitting pants... You and those clothes are not in your category at all, and you don’t need to rack your brains to mix into them, unless ...Unless..."
He was stunned.
"Unless..."
The garment of original sin looked at him crazy, frowned, and strengthened his guard: "What are you chirping? Except what?"
"Unless...hahaha..."
Ye Qingxuan suddenly realized.
He excitedly rejoiced, and if he hadn't been nailed to the wall, he would almost wriggle, his eyes burning, staring at the garment of original sin:
"—unless, you are for another artifact! Right?"
"For an artifact like yours, there is only another artifact that is worth your so much effort, lurking in a lot of ordinary clothes, hiding yourself in the dust... That's it, that's it. !!!"
Ye Qingxuan madly murmured: "I finally guessed wrong. This is the limitation of human thinking... Even if Ludovich becomes the pope, what is the meaning of it for a hundred eyes?
I thought he wanted to master the sacred cauldron~IndoMTL.com~ but I guessed wrong, the sacred cauldron is now just a souvenir of the great source of human change.
What he wants should be what is represented behind the sacred cauldron! "
"..."
The expression on the clothes of original sin became gloomy: "Ye Qingxuan, what the **** are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about Ludovich, no, the original dark pope's body-Master Hundred Eyes has worked so hard to do all this."
Ye Qingxuan whispered suddenly:
"He wants to start from the sacred cauldron, follow the music theory rules of the seven elements of musicians, and master everything that humans have written into the great source.
He wants to bypass the restraint of the ‘Silent Moon’, and his opposite, to be completely integrated into the illusion, ignorance and ignorance!
——He became the real master of Da Yuan, the only and unique **** in this world! "(To be continued.)