Silent Crown Chapter 716: Thinking

There is silence in the steel corridor.

The young musician stood in front of the door holding the dinner plate, hesitantly looking at the closed cabin in front of him.

Obviously, he has walked countless times in this corridor in the past six years of service. I don’t know how many times I have brought dinner for officials who have no time to visit the restaurant.

But this time, he hesitated very much.

It's like facing a beast.

It is not from external deterrence or verbal oppression, but an intuition...a sense of crisis and fear for herbivores to avoid natural enemies.

He swallowed and spit, gathered courage, and knocked on the door.

There is silence behind the door, no one responds, but the illusion of chill is getting stronger.

He hesitated and knocked on the door again.

This time, he froze.

Across the door in front of him, he could feel that a pair of eyes looked over, through steel, matter and body, as if dragging out every inch of his soul, watching with cold eyes.

"Please come in."

The low voice sounded from behind the door, not indifferent or serious, which made him open the door with one hand, but behind the dim door, there was an inexplicable coldness rushing toward his face.

The hand holding the tray couldn't help shaking slightly.

He saw it, countless thin cotton threads flying across the air.

Red, black, white, green...

The densely packed notes, photos, and loose archive pages were pinned to the wall, taking up every inch of the space. Those thumbtacks pulled the cotton thread, causing them to come and go vertically and horizontally, intertwining them into a huge and complex web.

Files and files are piled up on the table, wall, floor, and even the bed.

It's like a spider's nest.

The gray-haired man turned his back to him, squatting in the messy files, staring at the countless cotton threads flying across the air, thinking about something in a daze.

Looking for the blank in countless clues.

"Mr. Rommel."

The stunned musician lowered his head and dared not look any more, but said softly: "Your dinner..."

"Just put it there, thank you."

Rommel pointed to the doorway, and the musician put down his dinner plate as if he were amnesty, and closed the door gently. He was relieved until he turned the corner of the corridor.

In the silent room, Rommel turned into a stone statue, silently thinking.

"It's too much."

In the darkness, a sigh sounded. The thin middle-aged man didn’t know where to come out, carrying a cold dinner, holding a fork in his hand, and eating his dinner unceremoniously. Still mumbled:

"People kindly brought you the dinner, you don't even look at it...Moreover, after coming to the sea fortress for so many days, I locked myself in the room and turned over and over again, looking at the photo of the same man.

Hey, do you know?

In Asgard, if your room is filled with pictures of men, it can only show that you are gay..."

"Are the guards of the Golden Palace so verbose like you?"

Rommel doesn’t even ask: "If you want to go out, go by yourself, do whatever you want, Schwartz, as long as you don’t disturb me."

"This won't work."

Schwarz shrugged: "After all, the responsibility lies."

In Asgard’s army, when musicians exist as commanders, they will be equipped with their own guards. Once they enter the war tense, they will eat and live together 24 hours a day, and the distance between each other will never exceed ten meters. Prevent assassinations and accidents to the limit.

Although it is not necessary for a scepter like Rommel, the old musician dispatched a Golden Palace guard to him before leaving.

These knights selected from the entire Asgard army have undergone a long period of training and modulation, and have since been kept incognito, eliminated all household registration and intelligence, and become the guards of the Golden Palace.

In the past hundreds of years, they have been responsible for protecting the safety of the emperor or important officials. They are known as the best guards in the world, and at the same time...the best assassins.

In addition to protection tasks, they also do some dirty work for their masters that cannot be on the table.

Loyal, diligent, and fearless of death.

Unfortunately, there are so many advantages, but one defect can't be concealed. The one assigned to Rommel... is a silly talk.

"But it's been so long, what are you doing?" Schwartz scratched his slightly curly black hair, squatted by the door after eating, and asked Rommel, "Are you unrequited love?"

"I'm thinking."

Rommel stirred the cold coffee in the cup, but his eyes did not change. From beginning to end, he stared at the blurry or clear pictures on the wall.

Looking at the white-haired young man, looking at him with dark eyes.

"Think like Ye Qingxuan."

Schwarz shook his head: "Is it necessary? Study an opponent, why study yourself as a **** guy?"

"For an enemy like Ye Qingxuan, no matter how cautious it is, it should be."

Rommel said indifferently: "Can you imagine? A person, within a year, from an apprentice to a scepter, to control natural disasters, from an exile to a shadow emperor of a country, from an unbeliever to a religious group The archbishop, the chief judge of the court... he is a miracle, Schwartz, a terrifying miracle."

He stared at the photo and looked at Ye Qingxuan.

"Look, this guy's face is always smiling...it's like the suffering of this world is like dust to him.

Even if he is dressed in human skin, no matter how gentle, he can feel... he is a monster, an inhuman thing.

Looking into his eyes, you will feel that all your efforts are in vain. Compared with the miracles on his body, everything about yourself is not worth mentioning.

This is unreasonable..."

It's stuck.

The metal spoon broke into the coffee cup.

Rommel finally looked away, turned his head in silence, and looked at Schwartz: "I have been thinking...why is there such a thing in this world?"

"How do I know?"

Schwarz shrugged: "Thinking is your job. Do you expect a bodyguard to give you ideas?"

Rommel laughed mockingly.

He glanced at the photo on the wall one last time and lowered his eyes.

"I don't think God will allow such things to exist in this world."

He picked up the cold coffee, drank it, chewed on the broken iron piece of the spoon, and whispered softly:

"Schwarz, I am going to kill him."

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When the alarm sounded, Rommel finally left his room and appeared on the bridge of the sea fortress.

Compared with other warships, the fortress’s bridge is so huge that it is almost like a city’s city hall. It is divided into several floors. At the bottom is the messenger running back and forth, holding the warrant issued by the staff on the second floor. The approval ran to various places in the fortress, and the third floor was the real command center.

The old commander saw Rommel and beckoned him to explain the situation: "Mr. Rommel, we have entered the northern waters. I am afraid that we will be in official contact with the Royal Fleet of Anglo soon.

The reason for asking you to come is also that you can sit in the center and be able to react at any time. Next, please take care of it. "

"This is part of the business."

Rommel nodded, looked up at the map projected in the air, frowned after a moment of contemplation: "Is the fog made by the Anglo people? No, it's not that simple...What's in the fog?"

"The Cup of Virtue."

The commander replied in a cold voice: "They violated the international convention and poisoned the entire North Sea. We have opened the filter barrier. I am afraid that in the next few days, all our seafarers will have to breathe in protective clothing. "

Different from the anger of other people, Rommel is confused:

"Is it just that?"

"Huh?"

"No, it's nothing."

Rommel shook his head, but he always felt a little dazed in his heart, always feeling that he was missing something.

The sound of reports kept coming.

After accelerating its advancement, this steel city on the sea burst into a roar, opened up the ocean, and withdrew a huge gap from the tidal water, moving forward slowly like a giant stepping.

The thick fog also seemed to be cut off by the hurricane.

As the roar spread, the mist filled with toxins also oscillated. With the loud noise of steel friction, dozens of sluices located throughout the fortress opened, and huge warships spread out from them, forming formations, and spreading out in all directions.

The preheating of the wheel department is completed, the main gun debugging is completed, and the power department is all in place...

All human beings seem to have turned into blood, rushing in stride, flowing in the fortress, making its empty heart beat, and slowly awakening the entire silent fortress.

It came alive!

And Rommel kept his head down, silent, and turned a deaf ear to outside sounds, just thinking, staring at the map on the wall.

Thinking.

Thinking.

Think like Ye Qingxuan.

In a trance, a flash of lightning pierced his consciousness, his shoulders shook, and his head suddenly looked up.

"Enable all detection!"

He yelled to the commander, the hoarse voice broke the solemn silence on the bridge, and everyone turned their heads in astonishment: "Turn on all the detection instruments, and organize the enlightenment of the musicians to cooperate with Clay. Because of your great symphony performance!"

On the top floor of the bridge, the old man standing in the front row turned his head, glanced at the commander, and then at him.

"Although the enlightenment musicians in various departments are already in place, your Excellency Rommel, if you mobilize all the staff, will it be too early? Even if I am a scepter, I am afraid I can't afford it for too long."

"Trust me, Mr. Klein."

Rommel bit his nails and stared at the projected map: "He is here! He will definitely be here!"

Klein looked at the captain, and after the commander nodded, sat in his seat and closed his eyes.

The huge steel fortress suddenly roared, and countless buildings rose and fell like piano keys. In the mighty melody of the pipe organ, the scepter evolved from the void and hung high above the dome of the fortress.

The elements are revealed.

A vague eye emerged from the phantom of the scepter, slowly opened, and looked forward, so a ray of light shone through the mist, as if to make everything transparent.

That is the left eye of Odin, the **** of natural disasters.

A glimpse of the reality of everything.

Following that ray of light, one can see the sea behind the mist, the waves under the sea, and even the dead seabed thousands of meters below, the dead fish bones in the corals.

The rays of light swept around, and in an instant the one eye had swept across the entire fortress, looking around.

Nothing.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the look in Rommel's eyes became weird. Only Rommel didn't realize it~IndoMTL.com~ just staring at the map, subconsciously biting his nails, teeth chewing dead skin from the index finger, and blood dripping under the cracked skin.

Soon, the light looked hundreds of nautical miles away and locked the direction of the Royal Fleet.

"At least it's not worthless."

Clay, who presided over the scepter, relieved Rommel and smiled: "It's a good thing to be vigilant."

Rommel did not speak, but withdrew his gaze in disappointment.

Such a large-scale detection, even Klein could not hold up. After locking the position of the Royal Fleet, the high-hanging left eye of God retracted his sight, and finally detected the fortress before the movement dissipated. In a circle.

On the right side of the fortress, where the eye pupils were, the thick fog that was originally emptied suddenly trembled, revealing a silhouette that made everyone stunned.

In an instant, Klein's scepter suddenly fell, and under the gaze of his pupils, the cover of water vapor was cut open by an invisible blade, revealing the floating warship behind it.

I don't know when, it actually bypassed the fortress detection and approached such a terrifying distance!

Simply close at hand!

"What the hell!"

The commander lifted up from his chair, his face pale.

Amid the harsh sirens, the dark warship that had come from nowhere seemed to have noticed the exposure of its tracks, and slowly turned its direction, aiming at the center of the fortress, in the dark barrel of the main gun. The dazzling light has already lit up.

——The nomadic mountain!

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