Silent Crown Chapter 211: Perfect illusion

"Impossible!"

When Karen saw his look clearly, she couldn't help but scream in a low voice. How could he not be Ye Qingxuan! He could see clearly, Ye Qingxuan was absolutely right!

Why is Ye Qingxuan who was clearly attacked, but the one who walked out of the smoke is...

"Broken!"

He turned his head abruptly and looked in the direction of the original stool brother.

It's right behind them, next to their goal...The teenager with the concrete bricks on his head is kicking the football that everyone has forgotten, and walking slowly towards their goal.

"Yo! Did you finally find out?"

Detecting their gaze, the student wearing a hood turned his head, waved his hand, and gave him a kick!

Goal!

Even the referee was so shocked that he had forgotten to blow his whistle, but no one could deny that the music history department got another point!

Just, what is going on!

In the stunned eyes of everyone, the original "stool brother" slowly took off his headgear, revealing his iconic white hair and a mocking smile:

"——Just wear a headgear, there is no need to make a fuss, right?"

Until now, everyone found that Ye Qingxuan didn't know when he had exchanged identities with Brother Stool... and no one in the audience could tell!

"There is something called black under the lamp."

Ye Qingxuan spread his hands, "The same school uniform, the same body shape, and the same height, why do you admit mistakes after wearing a headgear?"

"When..."

Banna stared at him blankly, with red eyes, and roared: "When did you change it!"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him crazy, couldn't help shaking his head, and sighed pityingly.

"Fool, of course at the beginning."

From the beginning. Ye Qingxuan is not the one who fought with you!

"You look up to me too much, don't you?"

Ye Qingxuan walked up to him and looked down at him: "Where did I beat a manticore, let alone so many Eudemons... It’s just that you’ve considered the stool brother from the beginning. Just me."

"Illusory?"

Banna finally reacted. But still can’t accept: "How could it be illusion! Manticore’s eyes can naturally see through any illusion! How do you..."

"Perhaps, but you can't break it.

From the very beginning, if it treats the stool brother as me, even if it sees through the illusion, there will be nothing strange, right? "

Ye Qingxuan glanced at him, shook his head and left:

"In the final analysis, humans can only see what they want to see."

From the beginning, he released that flash of light when everyone's eyes were dark. He has quietly exchanged identities with Brother Stool.

It is not only football that has been replaced, but also himself.

From the beginning to the end, it was not Ye Qingxuan himself who fought Banner, but the stool brother in disguise.

This is the tactic he discussed with Stool yesterday.

He knows clearly that Banner sees himself as a thorn in the eye and will definitely attack him with all his strength at the beginning.

So. Let the stool brother, who is more proficient in movement and more powerful than himself, bear the opponent's main firepower. Only in this way can I have room for toss and turns.

In this regard, he must be prepared for the two to quickly switch identities at a critical moment.

It is very simple for Ye Qingxuan to pretend to be a stool brother. He only needs a headgear. And it was very difficult for Stool Brother to become Ye Qingxuan, he hadn't studied any movement of the illusion school at all.

However, it doesn't matter.

Ye Qingxuan at the time smiled and raised the thin booklet in his hand. That is what Lola gave to herself, the movement she just learned:

——"Winter Journey. Unreal Sun".

Until this time, all the people heard the faint melody in the wind, and the sound of singing that resounded in everyone's heart.

"I see. There are three suns in the sky."

"I stared at them tightly."

"They look at me too."

"As if not willing to leave me"

"..."

It is spiritual chanting, just like singing in Karen's Mass, the etheric echo that only appears after mastering the essence of the movement, singing a mournful tune.

"Winter Journey", the work of Saint Schubert, an outstanding work in the illusion school.

There are a total of twenty-four different movements, each of which has a completely different theme and power.

"The Crow" brings the evil omen of death, "The Road Sign" is disorienting, "White Head" kills fighting spirit, "Illusion" makes people trance... Once the last chapter of "Organist" is opened, it can even be People fell into the ranks and turned him into a down-and-out musician who wasted his whole life and accomplished nothing.

The penultimate song "Illusive Sun", also known as "Holiday", represents the ‘illusion that does not exist’.

It allows people to see what they want to see, even the sun that does not exist. As long as the viewer doesn't doubt it at first, it will quickly penetrate into it.

In the end, in the mountains, I was completely unable to extricate myself, and could no longer distinguish what is illusion and what is genuine.

The illusory sun, the non-existent sun, the non-existent hope...

The illusionist school calls the essence of the movement the "fulcrum". It is precisely because of the existence of the "fulcrum" that the illusion can exist in this world.

The fulcrum of "The Unreal Sun" is pain.

Because of the pain caused by life, this pain is called helplessness.

Helpless.

As long as people have such a feeling, they will be quickly captured by the illusion, unable to extricate themselves.

So Ye Qingxuan deliberately said so many humiliating things before the game, and when Banner’s behavior caused Karen and his teammates to suffer, they would also be trapped in illusions and unable to extricate themselves.

Therefore, the illusory sun can shine on them, allowing them to see the truth as they think.

With so many basic supports, his vision is perfect.

As long as he doesn't speak.

So, from the beginning until now, Brother Stool has never spoken to Banner directly. Occasionally speaking, there is still a vague and hoarse voice...

Because he exposed his voice as soon as he spoke. Make the enemy aware of his identity.

The only thing that could be seen at that moment was Ingmar. The Enlightenment faction was born to be the nemesis of the Illusion faction, but he was powerless and could only watch the students being played with by Ye Qingxuan's applause.

At the end, I walked away.

I can't stand it anymore.

When Yegor understood the whole process, he couldn't help taking a breath.

"That kid... really doesn't look like Abraham's student at all." Ludwig sighed.

"Yes." Yegor nodded. "A musician from a forbidden faction teaches a student who likes to play illusion, I am afraid no one would have thought of it."

"You misunderstood, this is not what I want to say."

Ludwig shook his head, "Even among the wild beasts, there is a heritage. The children of dragons must be dragons, and the heirs of vipers will also swallow venom.

It's like a dying lion like Abraham, but he taught a..."

He paused and looked at the boy in the court. It seemed to see the invisible giant net under his feet, and the enemies who were bound by him in the net.

Struggling in vain, but unable to move, the prey will be drained bit by bit and die in a long suffocation-before that, even death was just a luxury.

"It's a child like a spider."

Ludwig sighed and looked away.

I hope this is an illusion, right?

Soon there was silence in the stands. Someone patted the armrest of the chair angrily, furious.

I heard his angry voice. All the teachers instantly felt a frost sweeping from behind, and couldn't help straightening their bodies, looking nervously to the front.

The one who is furious is the principal?

"Enough! Too much!"

Maxwell got up and murmured angrily, making everyone's faces pale. But the next words surprised everyone.

"This is still not a football game!?"

Maxwell asked in a low voice angrily, "You have been patronizing Bi Lezhang one by one, but football! Where did the football go?! What about a good football game?

Everyone is so brutal, where is the art of football? This kind of ugly style of play, it's better to just grab the ball in your hand and stuff it into the opponent's goal! "

Speaking of which. His words suddenly stopped, and he was stunned, as if thinking of something, lost in thought, muttering to himself.

"Holding the ball in your hand... smashing the goal... fighting... seems to work!"

He raised his head and his eyes lit up, "This is a good way. Everyone wears armor, holds the ball, and stuffs into the opponent's goal... How about we have such a game next time?"

Everyone present couldn't help but turn their heads in sadness.

The headmaster's neurosis has begun to fall ill again, and he has entered a brain hole state that ordinary people cannot understand.

"Please stop at enough, principal!"

From the start of the game to the present, Sidney, who has been tested for his patience, finally got angry. He stared at Maxwell, who was ready to go on a big fight, furious.

He said in a solemn voice: "If this continues, the excellent academic style of the Royal Conservatory of Music for thousands of years will be ruined in your hands! The school committee will not let you behave like this!

Furthermore, what is the point of this kind of playful game? It will only increase the pain and hatred of the students! Where is the significance of education?

If this continues, the academy will only become a cold whirlpool of hatred! "

Maxwell was taken aback for a moment, then looked back at Sidney, with the corners of his eyes tucked slightly.

"Oh?"

He laughed, "In your opinion, is this just a child's play?"

Looking at those old eyes, Sidney didn't know why, the sense of righteousness and responsibility in his heart instantly disappeared, and he even stepped up with vague regret.

Like coaxing a child, Maxwell patted him on the shoulder and pushed him back into the chair. Sidney was taken aback and wanted to resist, but found that his hands were like iron tongs, jamming himself, making him unable to move.

In front of him, there are a pair of deep green eyes, like a deep ocean, hiding undercurrents and some unspeakable terrible things. Maxwell looked at Sidney's stunned eyes, tidyed up his collar intimately, and said lightly:

"I admire Mr. Sidney's straightforward style, and the brainless and reckless proposal is also very cute. However, there is a suggestion, I hope you will remember it before you stand up like this in the future.

——Don’t forget who you are and who they will be in the future. "

"..."

Sidney didn't know what to say. He didn't understand what Maxwell meant.

Maxwell just stared at the students outside the stands, outside the arena, inside the arena...Looking at those faces, his eyes couldn't help but pity.

"These are all future musicians, gentlemen.

These are all the heroes bred in the cradle of the Royal Academy of Music.

Since it's a cradle, don't talk about so many hypocritical things. Since you want to be a hero in the future, don't expect any gentle treatment.

You are all teachers and their caregivers. If you want babies to grow up, you have to be cruel people.

If even this kind of ‘child’s play’ can’t be played by others, don’t mention anything about fighting against demons.

——Actually, I don’t mind your students ashamed of the college, but please at least consider their lives. "

"..."

No one spoke in the silence. Sidney was pressed on the chair, his shoulders trembling, trying to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He didn't say it, so lucky.

"Let's continue the game." The principal indifferently ordered.

Everyone glanced at each other, and someone stood up and asked cautiously: "Banna uses animal fusion. Do we need to deal with it?"

"The matters of the Royal School are left to the Royal School."

The principal waved his hand indifferently and swept away the trouble of asking for the door. "What else, I'll talk about it after the game."

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The game continues.

But it can be said that it is already over.

When Banner attacked, the student union's face fell to pieces in his hands, and the attack had not been successful. From start to finish, everyone hasn't noticed what they have done. It's all in the arrangements of others.

If it weren't for Banner's sneak attack, they might not be able to detect the illusion by the end, right?

It's even more embarrassing to expose it after the game.

This game, in short, is a shame.

No matter who is speaking at this time. They couldn't cheer up their morale anymore. Everyone was grinding the foreign workers absently, but Banner was forcibly sent off by Karen, sitting on the bench, silent.

The eyes were lost, like a mental patient who had been given an overdose of tranquilizers, muttering something in his mouth, but no one could hear him clearly.

The game is over ten minutes later, three to zero.

The Music History Department won and advanced to the finals.

Of course, Ye Qingxuan chose the rapid retreat and announced his withdrawal from the competition and no longer participated in any second round of fighting. After paying a fine of 2,000 credits, he still ranks first in the rankings.

Everything depends on Banner delivering points to the door.

What a good comrade.

Ye Qingxuan shook his head with emotion, and then transferred four thousand credits to Brother Stool on the spot.

Brother Stool didn't say anything, so he accepted it.

Ye Qingxuan was ashamed, "To be honest, four thousand credits are not many, but at present I can only give you so much in order to guarantee the ranking... I owe you the rest. If you can help me If you do, please feel free to come to the Music History Department to find me.

Even if it is outside the academy, I have some ways to help you. "

Stool brother smiled, shook his head, and declined.

"But can you do me a favor for school matters?" He suddenly asked, "I need your promise."

"Come and see."

Ye Qingxuan smiled, "As long as it is not too difficult, I will help you to finish it hard."

Brother Stool wanted to speak but stopped, looking behind him in astonishment. Ye Qingxuan turned his head and saw only the pale and thin student-Banner.

He got rid of his teammates and walked over, his eyes gloomy, and his desperate face was full of hatred.

He wanted to reach out and grab Ye Qingxuan's collar, but Ye Qingxuan dodged it.

"Banna!"

Karen held back his anger and snarled behind him, "When are you going to make trouble?"

Banna stopped for a while, gritted his teeth, and withdrew his hand, only staring at Ye Qingxuan, with a hoarse voice in his throat:

"Do you think you won this way?

It's still early! "

"You still think about how to respond to the school's inquiries."

Ye Qingxuan just shrugged slightly, "Animal fusion is a forbidden technique."

"Do you think I'm the end of this?"

Banna was angrily grinned, "Stop dreaming! The Royal School won't let me do anything! At most, it will only disappear for a few months to avoid the limelight. After the matter is over, I will not lose a finger!

——And you, will pay the price for what you do! "

"Haha." Ye Qingxuan just smiled, too lazy to speak.

Seeing such an unpleasant smile, Banner almost restrained himself, his face was as pale as bones, and with the dark madness of bones.

His finger touched Ye Qingxuan's heart, and he whispered in his ear every word:

"Listen, I will do everything possible to make you disappear, you, and your trash brother, and the white-haired **** just like you.

I want your teacher, that old dog, to roll back into his iron cage... What you took from me, I will take it back thousands of times! "

Ye Qingxuan said nothing, still smiling, as if he hadn't heard anything.

It's just that the eyes are getting cold, and the cold is silent.

Slap!

Banna's voice stopped abruptly.

The crisp voice stunned everyone, including Karen behind Banner.

That was a slap in the face.

A loud slap in the face.

From the man who wears a mask and is silent from beginning to end.

"Enough, Banner!"

"You..."

Banna's movements were stagnant and looked at him blankly,

The person wearing the hood blocked Ye Qingxuan behind him, and his voice was solemn, "You have lost the face of Adrian's family!"

The extremely familiar voice made Karen stunned, and Banner's rage was forcibly suppressed. They all stared at the person in front of him in disbelief.

Just in full view, Brother Stool lowered his head and slowly took off the mask on his head.

A stiff and solemn face was revealed, like a fine stone sculpture carved out of marble, with sharp edges and corners, without anger and prestige. The most eye-catching thing is the pair of iron-gray eyes, with strange majesty and solemnity.

For an instant, everyone fell silent and began to doubt their eyes.

"Gai...Gaiwen?"

Banna finally reacted~IndoMTL.com~Looking at him and Ye Qingxuan behind him blankly, "You unexpectedly, you unexpectedly... stand on their side?!"

"You are not on my side, Banner."

Gavin looked at him disappointedly, and asked coldly, "How many meetings did I give you back and forth?"

"Chance? The chance you give me?"

Banna laughed, as if he heard a great joke, suddenly raised his voice, and roared like a roar: "What I give you is a chance! I can represent the Adrian family! It's not you!"

The people around looked at the dispute between the brothers in amazement, but didn't dare to come forward.

Green and iron gray, the eyes of the two brothers looked at each other.

One is full of darkness and madness, and the other is full of disappointment.

So similar and so different. (To be continued...)

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