Silent Crown Chapter 197: Drawing results SF Express

Actually, this incident is not really a trouble in the music history department, but a black hand that everyone has become accustomed to each other.

Everyone’s luck seems to be worse than the other!

How unlucky Ye Qingxuan is, he has a deep understanding that he will be chased and chopped down when he walks on the street.

Bai Xi's luck is not to mention, and Shire is even worse: he got one of the top six in the first round of the lottery, and almost made the music history department directly capsize.

As a foreign aid, Stool said he refused to draw lots for them, and was missing at the critical moment.

In desperation, I had to send Big Brother Lao Fei to draw lots.

The luck that the old man can pick up dozens of dollars from time to time, no matter how bad it is, it will not be worse than their own.

Soon, the draws for each group were completed, and everyone grabbed the nameplate numbers in their hands, and urgently checked the arrangements for the next duel.

Soon, the registration is over, and all the next duels are displayed on the list.

"09?"

Glen looked down at the number card in his hand, looked at the opponent on the list, and finally looked in the direction of the Royal School in amazement.

After seeing Banner and the elite graduates next to him, his face was so dark that he cursed a **** in a low voice.

Everyone was gloating at once: It seemed that the two teams of the Change Academy were about to fall into the sand two days before the start of the game.

Elsa of the Summoning Academy blew a whistle and looked at another team in the Enlightenment Academy from the corner of her eye.

As she watched, the face of the team leader suddenly paled: If the school of revelation had been fighting head-on, let alone the lunatic of the school of summoning who likes to use crowded tactics?

The musician who raises monsters in his mind is more or less neurotic. As the leader of the team, Elsa is also the leader of the lunatics. It is said that the team that played against her today has dropped out of the competition completely because of the reduction in the number of players...

He has already begun to calculate how much time they can hold under the hands of this lunatic woman.

After the game is scheduled. The team leaders looked for opponents against their own numbers, either rejoicing or wailing.

Until the end. After the six strong teams confirmed each other, they found out...not a team to play against the music history department in tomorrow's game? !

Suddenly. Everyone's eyes fell on the big golden dog, with hate and jealousy in their eyes, wanting to know who bit the big fat piece of music history.

In response to those complicated eyes, Old Fei snorted from his nostrils, and without even looking at the list, he threw the numbered card in his mouth directly under the stage.

Ye Qingxuan took it by hand, and when he saw it, he was also sluggish on the spot: "No way. Old Fei..."

"I'll take a look, I'll take a look!" Charles also came to join in the fun, but after seeing it, he was also completely silent and speechless.

The expression doesn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

"What is going on here?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him, the complex expressions of the two people and the entanglement of their eyes had reached a new height.

Seeing the expressions of the two of them, the people on the stage whispered to the end. Elsa raised her brows, and shouted at her little brother:

"I don't know what it means? Check it out! Who is their opponent... Who the **** wants to grab this piece of fat from my old lady? I don't know whether to live or die!"

"No need to check."

Bart suddenly made a sound, "The result has come out."

In just a few minutes. Bart has already confirmed it in his mind by counting the numbers present, and by comparing the arrangements on the list, he has reached a conclusion in his mind.

To be honest, Barthes still has some talent in the school of revelation, especially the processing of information and the generalization of intelligence. In just a few minutes, he had guessed the result through various clues.

Hearing his voice, everyone looked over. Then he saw the tree chart list in his hand.

At the end of the list, there is a solitary number hanging. 035, this is an awkward odd number. It seems that there is no way to match, and no opponents are arranged.

"Are you kidding?" Glenn's expression was stiff.

Elsa's mouth twitched, "Is it impossible?"

"Bye."

Bart's complexion is gritted his teeth,

"They have a bye."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone looked at Elsa: It was this guy who forced a small team to attrition, even the number of players on the field was not even, and finally retired sadly.

Yes, one place is missing.

So, there is bound to be a team that can't find an opponent, and will be promoted directly to the next round... But what kind of **** luck is this after all!

Moreover, it was a dog who came to the draw!

Seeing that the fat meat that was about to bite into the mouth flew away with wings, the expressions of the leaders of the top six teams changed, and they already wanted to tear the **** who retired!

Old Fei looked coldly at the group of them falling into silence, and then uttered another word of ‘chick’ from his nostrils, and then turned around and left.

Huh, a group of weak people.

And Ye Qingxuan and the others don't know what to say anymore.

Even a dog has better luck than himself. Although Lao Fei is not an ordinary dog, there is a subtle sense of frustration that he has been defeated in all aspects!

"It's decided!"

Ye Qingxuan slapped his thigh: "In the future, any lottery work will depend on the old fee!"

May the almighty old fee fool you! -

However, the good mood did not last long.

Just when Ye Qingxuan was excited and excited, the Music History Department was cheering for joy. Outside the crowd, a man in a postman's uniform came on horseback.

After asking the people around, he looked in the direction of the boy, squeezed from the crowd, glanced at Ye Qingxuan, and asked in a low voice:

"Are you Chief Ye?"

"Yes, it's me." Ye Qingxuan asked suspiciously: "What's the matter?"

"There is an urgent letter from you."

The postman took out a letter covered with lacquer from his backpack. On it, the address and name of Ye Qingxuan were written in graceful and smooth handwriting, and the lingua franca was also marked next to the three square characters.

And on the envelope, there is also a coat of arms that Ye Qingxuan is very familiar with.

"Lola?"

Feeling the eyes of jealousy and hatred cast at him around him, as well as Bai Xi's unhappy expression, Ye Qingxuan only felt that his scalp was tingling.

What else is she going to get a moth——

Late night, one of the abandoned ports of Avalon, Xiacheng District.

The sea water mixed with a large amount of industrial waste is full of stench. There is a thick oil film floating.

The light from the wind lantern shines on the oil film, and it reflects a disgusting rainbow light.

In the fishy sea breeze, the water slapped the rotting wooden stakes. There was a hollow echo.

The scarred rickety man stood in front of the pier with a cane. Carrying a wind lantern in his hand.

His hump-backed shadow left an ugly projection in the thick fog. From a distance, it looked like a beast gnawing at the corpse.

In the light of the wind lantern, the pupils under the shadow of his hat gleamed, looking around alertly, waiting quietly.

In the distant mist, someone seemed to chuckle.

In a flash, the hunched man turned around in surprise. A crossbow arrow was taken out of his arms and aimed at the surroundings:

"Who is where!"

"Me."

Behind him, someone possessed and whispered in his ear: "Don't get excited, put away that little toy."

Hearing that familiar voice, the hunched man was taken aback for a moment, and slowly put away his crossbow, whispering resentfully:

"Master Holmes, why bother to scare me, a cripple?"

"It's just saying hello. After all, he is the former Rat King. If you don't make sense, you will be scared?"

The visitor chuckled, propped his cane, and raised the edge of the top hat. The pupils were exposed.

It is Ye Qingxuan.

He came by invitation.

In the twilight, Laura’s letter pushed Ye Qingxuan to the forefront again, and amid countless rumors, he completely confirmed the stigma of ‘seduce a teacher’.

But he didn't expect that the letter that Laura Lao sent to everyone in front of everyone was to let herself run errands for her.

"In the past few days I have not been in a good mood, and I don't want to go out to take the courier. Tonight you go to Pier 19 to fetch me something. The mouse will show you the way.

At the end of the letter, there was also a line of particularly ambiguous writing: Remember to move faster. I prepared a candlelight dinner.

A lip print is attached.

The candlelight dinner is a ghost! The so-called candlelight dinner is Lola’s dinner, right? ! If you're hungry, just tell me...

Ye Qingxuan has already made up his mind to lie on the dinner plate. Was tied into a ball. Laura picked up the knife and fork and opened the red lip covering the lower lipstick. Feast on it.

He sighed and stopped thinking about those things. But waiting for the arrival of the ship.

Soon. On the sea, there was a burst of light in the thick fog that could not be seen. It was a necessary fog lamp for boats in the fog.

Amidst the rhythmic flashing of lights, the Rat King raised the wind lantern and responded to the signal skillfully.

Soon, the shadow of a ship appeared in the fog and came silently.

"Unexpectedly, there are still people who can use your hands?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed in surprise, "I thought the shaman had killed all the mice."

"I used to be the leader of the Rat Club anyway. It's no surprise that I have some smuggling resources."

The Rat King took a deep look at Ye Qingxuan, and said indifferently: "Besides, being a man always leaves a way for himself.

The cusp of the storm is not a good place. "

"Really?" Ye Qingxuan chuckled, "It seems that you didn't save yourself the other way."

Thinking that he was betrayed mercilessly by his employer, Rat King's expression became ugly, and he stopped talking.

Soon, the ship docked.

*The black-haired men with their upper bodies came ashore carrying a large box and stepping on the pedals. Behind them, the gray-haired captain also waited to come ashore.

He looked at Rat King and Ye Qingxuan, his eyes closed.

"Second son, put things down and go back to the boat."

The old man gave the sailor a cry in Eastern language, and greeted the two with a smile on his face.

Ye Qingxuan also froze for a moment. He didn't expect that this smuggler turned out to be an Oriental. The old man smiled and gave a list to the rat king, preaching in a proficient western common language:

"All the things the professor ordered are here, do you want to see it first?"

"You are slow for half a month." The Rat King rolled his eyes and looked at him: "A full half a month."

"The professor's requirements are too demanding. Even scraps that are scrapped are not easy to get."

The old man in the East said in a dumb voice: "The workshops under the rule of the'Shaofu' are managed by military law. I am not the one who smuggles these things. You always want me to be your family. Think about it."

"How is the color?"

"It's better than expected. The Taile Office happened to eliminate a batch of them."

"Very good."

After inspecting the contents of the iron box, the rat king nodded in satisfaction and threw a skin bag over.

The old man used the fog lamp on the bow of the ship to open the skin bag for inspection. Under the shining of the fog lamp, the lapis lazuli in the bag reflected a fascinating light.

It's no exaggeration to say that the lapis lazuli in this skin alone is worth hundreds of thousands of pounds. The old man smiled and put away his skin:

"Professors are always so generous and will not disappoint."

Speaking of this, he showed a curious look:

"The last time I came here, Avalon’s struggle was heated up. I don’t know how it is now?

Many lines of the Mouse Club are broken. Now in the East, few people are willing to run the Avalon line. If the professor is not a regular customer, I would be too reluctant to come.

Brother Sam, do you know what's going on? "

The Rat King's expression turned ugly, and he did not speak.

"The Mouse Club no longer exists." Ye Qingxuan said lightly, "You should change partners."

The old man was taken aback for a moment, "Who is the winner?"

"Shaman."

Hearing Ye Qingxuan's response, the old man's expression was a little surprised. He obviously knew the contradiction between the shaman and the professor, and his expression suddenly hesitated:

"The professor..."

"Dead."

Ye Qingxuan said coldly. No matter what, now the professor is dead, and only Laura is alive.

He can't let the news that the professor is still alive in the shaman's ears.

Hearing the cold voice of the mysterious man, the old man was stunned and looked up at him. He always thought that this person was a follower of the Rat King, but he didn't expect that he was the real person in charge.

It's just that when he looked at that person's eyes, he found that that person was also looking at him.

The pupils under the pair of top hats are hidden in the shadows, reflecting the pale fog and dim fog lamps, like ghost fire in the abyss, exuding a biting cold air.

It's like an abyss exuding infinite gravity.

"Now I am a substitute for the professor. If you still want to take this business trip, just keep your mouth shut. Pay special attention..."

Ye Qingxuan paused, the hoarse voice contained an aura of solemnity:

"Don't ask questions."

The cold in the middle of the night blows in the sea breeze~IndoMTL.com~ It stings the old man’s eyes and makes him look away in a panic, nodding quickly:

"Yes, I took the liberty."

He lowered his head and stopped looking at the shadow in the mist that didn't even shine.

Now that the transaction has been completed, the ship will pull anchor again and set sail again. The next stop is Birmingham, where there is still a whole warehouse of silk to be unloaded.

At the end, he took a careful look at the shadow, took out a brocade thorn from his arms, and offered it with both hands:

"Dare to ask the messenger's name?"

"Holmes, just call me Holmes."

The shadow responded to him with Eastern words, with a soft voice, but it seemed to hide the darkness behind the entire city:

"But some people like to call me ‘Vengeful Spirit’." (To be continued)

ps: After working hard to write four thousand words, I finally caught up. I hope you will have more book reviews.