Silent Crown Chapter 233: I am ashamed

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In the dark room, in the silence, there is silver light gathering out of thin air. Net..

Soon, the gleaming silver light gathered into an old face, that face was covered with wrinkles, as if there was no sunshine all year round and lack of blood.

It's just that his eyes are like a vast ocean, majestic and awe-inspiring.

"Dr. Norton, this is Bayer, the head of Avalon."

"Emergency line?"

Norton discerned the signal and frowned: "Could it be that the harbinger of Leviathan's recovery appeared again?"

"No, it's another matter."

Bayer sighed and said hesitantly: "I submitted a document about the interpretation of the Voynich manuscript a few days ago, do you remember?"

"Nonsense! What you submitted has already made the apocalypse musicians at Trinity College mad. Had it not been for the guarantee of Hermes, it would continue to be noisy.

What's wrong? Is it fake? "

Seeing Norton's seriousness, Bayer's expression was a little sad, "It's not too fake, but now...well, Ingmar's research results may be copied."

Long silence.

After a long time, Norton took a breath of air and rubbed his eyebrows: "If this is the case, the problem is big. Damn it, we have all declared to ring the Sage Bell.

Who is reporting plagiarism? "

"Abraham Wilson, teacher of the Royal Academy of Music."

"Abraham?"

Norton thought for a while and shook his head, somewhat skeptical: "I have never heard of such a inspired musician who is good at interpretation of ancient documents. Is there anything wrong?"

"Uh, actually... he is a musician from a school of exclusion, and his identity is very sensitive anyway."

"Is it trustworthy?"

"This is the problem."

Bayer sighed, "The student who came to report, I just asked Nibelungen to check his identity, guess what?"

Norton frowned. "If you have something to say, please! What are you selling?"

"Ahem, okay."

Bayer shrugged, "He has no household registration and no place of birth. Anglo does not have this person. Although he is gray-haired, in the past two years, Anglo's entry record does not have the blood of the dragon from the East.

You said it was weird? A young man, like he had jumped out of a rock. Until the end, I seconded the information database of the cult and found his identity..."

Norton was taken aback: "He is a member of the Order?"

"In fact, it is not counted, because he is not a clergyman. But this kid's background is so scary that even I didn't expect it."

"How old is it? Could it be the illegitimate child of which cardinal archbishop?"

"In terms of identity. Not much difference."

Bayer scratched his head: "His godfather is Bann Randall, the commander of the Second Legion of the Knights Templar. A sword-bearer who was personally banned by the Pope, and the head of the'Gate of Heaven'.

If you still think this kid is untrustworthy, I have nothing to say-as long as you are not afraid that the Fourth Army will take a power sword to tear down your house tonight. "

"..."

Silence, a long silence.

Norton also lit his pipe, took a couple of slaps, and took a deep breath: "Well, now whether the plagiarism is true or false, I can only rejoice now. We haven't ringed the bell of the sage yet. Up."

"So, does this matter pass?"

"Passed."

Norton sighed, sadness between his brows.

He is old enough and he has seen enough, that's why he is so pessimistic.

How many disputes will there be for such a sage’s bell that hasn’t been ringed for nearly a century?

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Afternoon, the big meeting room. The atmosphere freezes.

All the teachers present were silent. In the stiff atmosphere, they looked at Abraham sitting in the corner.

Abraham sat in the same position as before, looking down at the iron hand, silent, without a sense of presence, just like an insignificant background.

Just today. Those eyes that looked at him were full of complexity and compassion.

As early as the morning, Ye Qingxuan and the others went to the Musician Association to spread. The school committee was furious, not only because this incident directly exceeded their jurisdiction, but also further questioned their ability to handle it.

Once it spreads, no matter what the result is, for the college. It's definitely an out-and-out scandal.

Before the meeting, all of Abraham's teaching positions had been suspended, and the motion to disband the Department of Music History had been considered.

Everyone understands: This time, the school committee is really moving.

In a flash, the music history department, which was still reviving yesterday, has reached the brink of precariousness today.

"What I want to say today, I must have already heard of it."

At the forefront, Ingmar said coldly: "For so many days, I have taken into consideration the overall situation, compromised, yielded step by step, and even willing to give up the position of the second creator in order to quell this farce, but But some people regard it as weak to be deceived!

I absolutely didn't expect that in order to achieve his ulterior motives, he would not hesitate to make such vain things so uncontrollable! "

His voice is like a nail, hitting the stone one by one, splashing cold echoes:

"By now, this is no longer a vicious slander against me, but an unprecedented scandal at the Royal Academy of Music!

For five hundred years, following the guidance of glory and dignity in the college, there has never been such a bad incident!

Abraham, where do you put the whole college for your own selfish desires? ! "

There is silence in the meeting room.

Abraham sat upright, still silent, even if he looked forward, but there was no focus, as if he had fallen into another world.

This pair is as good as it always has been. It's incompatible with everyone. It's like taking part in something that has nothing to do with me. I don't understand and don't want to participate. I just stand outside the crowd and watch from a distance.

You say yours and I will do mine.

It seems dull, but the attitude is arrogantly disgusting—how can such a person be here?

"It seems that you are determined to insist on the complaint of the Musicians Association..." Ingmar squeezed a cold voice from his teeth, "I advise you to dispel this daydream.

Do you really think that the Musician Association will pay attention to your unreasonable behavior? I'm afraid that now your two students who were making trouble have been kicked out! "

He paused, a chill flashed in his eyes:

"Abraham, there is still time for you to look back, provided that: before things get out of order!

Otherwise, the school committee will not ignore your behavior that corrupts the school spirit... Don't forget your identity, Abraham!

——The college can bail you out of the Green Tower. Naturally, I can send you back again! "

Green Tower...

For an instant, a cold wind blew up in the conference room, and everyone felt the temperature drop sharply and couldn't help but tighten their bodies.

This time, the school committee is going to kill them all.

If something goes wrong next, as a serious prisoner released on bail by the principal, Abraham will be sent back to the military prison. Never see the sun again.

On the deserted island on the side of Avalon, in the tower of the Green Tower built four hundred years ago. I don't know how many musicians and felons have spent the last time of their lives there, dying on the gallows, or in the dark dungeon cage.

For hundreds of years, the wailing has not been heard, but there is only a sound like a crying ocean.

That might be his home.

At that moment, Abraham raised his eyes, as if awakened from a wandering mind, and finally had a reaction. As if feeling his fear, Ingmar sneered.

"If you regret now. It's too late. Abraham, although your students are the same as you. But there is no need to hurt them like you, right?

For a long time, the college has been too indulgent to you, otherwise it will not lead to the situation it is today! Especially the Easterner, not only is morally corrupt, but also acts viciously. And also went to the Musician Association to speak out..."

"Leaf is a good boy."

Abraham interrupted him, the voice was not angry or flustered, it was just indifferent, as if he was stating something as it should.

This was his first response, but Ingmar couldn't respond.

Abraham considered the words in the eyes of those people suspiciously. Repeated slowly and seriously: "Ye Zi is a good boy, he never tells lies."

For an instant, Ingmar's expression stiffened and became extremely gloomy:

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, he said you copied it, you probably copied it."

Abraham looked at him, speaking slowly and earnestly: "After all. It's just some manuscripts. If you are taken away, it's not worth paying attention to. But please don't insult my students.

Because they work very hard. "

In the silent conference room, Abraham slowly got up while propping up the table, looked around, looked at those stunned and confused eyes, and made his own voice in front of everyone for the first time:

"As you have said, a fast-paced musician like me has never achieved anything in his life. Now that he is old, he will only live in emptiness.

To be honest, the music history department was able to stay because of the hard work of the two children.

So, as their teacher, I am ashamed. "

His voice is like the deep echo of an iron monument being smashed into the rock formation, with unshakable indifference and persistence:

"For the music history department, they paid a lot more than me. Therefore, no matter what decision they make, I will believe and support them, even if they are locked in Gritta again.

Otherwise, I won't even have the qualifications to be a teacher. "

After that, he nodded slightly to show his politeness, then turned and left, but when he walked to the door, he suddenly patted his head, walked back a little awkwardly, and took out a piece from his pocket. A notification letter was pushed to Ingmar:

"By the way, I came to the meeting, but I actually want to give this to you."

Ingmar was taken aback and looked down at the table: When he saw the lacquered seal of the Musician Association on the notification letter and the head raised on it, his face changed drastically, as if he had seen a ghost, and turned pale.

That was a notice sent by the Musician Association, informing him of a subpoena to participate in the academic review ten days later.

"You...you..."

Ingmar's arm was trembling, and he pointed at Abraham incoherently: "How can the Musician Association pass...obviously..."

Abraham ignored him, just looked at everyone present and said softly:

"To be honest, I’m a dull person, I don’t understand the atmosphere and do not comply with the rules. The only thing I am good at is the straight-and-talking way in the army. I have always been confused about the meaning of everyone sitting here and saying something without content. .

However, it may be a good thing to let the Musician Association judge now, at least it will be simpler, and the result will be convincing. "

"If after that, anyone among us disagrees with the results of the review--it's better to follow the rules of the army and have a life-and-death duel."

When he said the word ‘Life and Death’~IndoMTL.com~ he said it like eating and drinking, but he looked very serious.

Eating and drinking are inherently life-threatening matters and deserve to be taken seriously.

Life and death duel is also the case, so it should be the same as eating and drinking.

At least it seems to Abraham.

Until now, those people are remembering... the old man standing in front of him, who was once a dragon knight, still carries blood and death on the battlefield in his bones.

He doesn't belong here, and he doesn't understand what they are good at, so dumb and silent, he dullly adapts to their rules.

Now he doesn't want to play with them, he wants to be serious.

For his students, he doesn't even care about himself anymore, what can you do with him?

No matter what means you have prepared, come if you want.

This time, he won't take a step back. (To be continued.)