Silent Crown Chapter 236: It’s better to hit him

　　 The next day, the palace. ∮

　　 At nine o'clock in the morning, the door of the palace slowly opened amid a heavy roar. A low-key yet elegant carriage pulled out from behind the door.

　　 Before the main entrance of the palace, all the waiting guards knelt to greet them.

　　 Right in front of all the guards, is the silent giant.

　　 That was a metal knight more than two meters high, made of black steel, with sharp edges and corners. His figure was not burly, but a little thin and looked strangely dexterous.

　　 This is the sacred armor inherited by the Knights of the Round Table, but unlike other heavy armors, this armor is not equipped with huge weapons like spears and tower shields, only a long sword.

The 　　 cross-shaped long sword is worn on the waist of the knight, and the hilt is inlaid with gems and diamonds. It looks gorgeous, not like a killer used on the battlefield, but exquisitely like a work of art.

　　 When the carriage came to him, it stopped.

　　 The steel knight knelt on one knee, the sound of iron scraping like a faint thunder, bowed his head respectfully.

　　 "Galahad is meeting with your Highnesses."

　　 There was a voice coming from under the armor, like a young woman, but she was not tactful and feminine, but with indescribable awe-inspiring and seriousness.

　　In the carriage, after a long silence, Mary’s greeting came:

　　"Long time no see, Christine."

　　 "Long time no see, Your Highness."

　　The knight known as Christine responded stiffly: "Just call me Galahad here. For a knight, the name Christine is too weak."

　　"After you put on that suit of armor, it became..."

　　 In the carriage, Mary’s voice paused for a while, and her tone became complicated and melancholy: "Forget it, who’s not?"

　　 "In Yu Zaixia's view, His Royal Highness is still His Royal Highness."

　　 Christine replied with a solemn voice: "Even if he inherited Galahad, he is still the captain of his Royal Highness's bodyguard."

　　 After a long silence, Mary in the car seemed to laugh:

　　 "It seems that I was thinking too much. It is getting late, my chief guard, **** me and my brother to the Musician Association."

　　 "Please be ordered."

　　 Galahad took a step back, turned on his horse, and rode forward.

The guards behind 　　 carried the etiquette euphorbia. Holding the reins, following the Iron Knight, surrounded by the carriage in the center, it drove forward violently.

　　 Since Her Majesty the Queen went deep into the briefing, the royal family has fallen into a long silence. Now, the royal motorcade once again appears in the city so formally, and the meaning it represents may not be so simple.

　　 Where the carriage passed, there was a solemn silence.

　　 The civilians bowed their heads. After waiting for the carriage to leave, we started talking in a low voice. The visionary sees the badge of the second emperor on the car body, and he has a vague understanding: It seems that the heart of your majesty is determined...

　　 Until the end, the carriage stopped at Queen's Road, in front of the Musician Association.

　　 Mary in a horse dress got out of the carriage with the help of the maid, and then stretched her hand back: "Jaime, don't hide, come here."

　　 soon. A thin figure shrouded in a white robe from start to finish held her hand, and reluctantly followed her out of the car. Lifting the mask, he whispered to her ear and said a few words.

　　 "Forbearance, it will end soon."

　　Mary shook his hand with a gentle voice: "I'll accompany you back in a while, okay?"

　　The figure in the white robe grabbed her hand, and wanted to say something. Seeing her eyes that had become the same as her mother, she lowered her head docilely.

　　"Welcome the arrival of the two princes."

　　 Bayer greeted him, took off his hat and saluted, respectfully and without loss of proportion.

　　Mary nodded slightly, "Thank you for being greeted by the Musicians Association. My brother feels cold and can’t speak. Please forgive me."

　　 Feeling the bitter breath of Rumang on his back, Bayer smiled bitterly, but still formulaically responded: "Where, the association has prepared a lounge, please come with me."

　　"The association is interested."

　　Mary led the prince and followed Bayer, but after walking two steps, she did not hear the sonorous footsteps behind her.

　　 Behind her, the Iron Knight Galahad stood there, did not follow, just stared blankly at the crowd in the distance, seemingly in a daze.

　　 "What's wrong? Christine."

　　 Soon, the Iron Knight turned his head, hesitated for a few seconds and then replied: "Nothing, Your Highness. There is nothing wrong."

　　 in the sound of clanging iron armor's footsteps, she followed, guarding by the side of the royal family with a long sword. Just before stepping into the door, she seemed to turn her head unintentionally and glanced at the crowd.

　　 was there, the white-haired boy disappeared like a hallucination.

　　-

　　Musician Association, in the hall, there are a lot of scholars coming to observe. Among musicians, there are always a few who are obsessed with theories, and among them, there are not many who are famous for their research.

　　 At this moment, most of the people who rushed to Anglo were Enlightenment factions in various places. More than 70 people in the lobby greeted each other, almost all of them were familiar faces.

　　 Among them, most of the gray-haired people are gray-haired, and the youngest are more than 30 years old, and few are young.

　　 "Oh, if someone puts a bomb in the association now, it will be done in one pot! I think the ancient academia will go back at least four hundred years ago! Thinking about it, there is still a little expectation!"

　　It was Shire who said this. Although he was so serious, he couldn't help but want to say bad things.

　　 beside, Ye Qingxuan was expressionless, then kicked him without a trace.

　　Bai Xi hates serious occasions the most, so he didn't join the association. She took old Fei and walked outside, waiting for them to finish. Ye Qingxuan, Shire, and the teacher sat in the corner of the association, not conspicuous.

　　Because no one knows them, when the scholars talked to each other in whispers and commented on their opinions, they never thought that the Lord would be sitting next to them.

　　 Ye Qingxuan never thought that even the dispute outside the court could be so exciting.

　　"Mr. Lennon, you are too naive to think. Academic is a serious theory, but it may not be easy for an unknown person to make a breakthrough.

　　Mr. Ingmar inherited the orthodox theory, and he is also a famous figure in the academic circle. It is reasonable to be able to achieve such results. But it's not just anyone who jumps out and says that plagiarism can take the results as their own. "

　　"Orthodox theory has been around for a hundred years, and there is no way to deal with Voynich manuscripts. Many of the previous masters have nothing to do, and even the master of interpretation, Ms. Laura, also said that they can't do anything about it. Can Ingmar do it?

　　"It’s more reliable than trusting an instant musician!"

　　 "I heard that he has only received formal music education for three months! I am afraid that he hasn't even had time to learn the runes!"

　　"That is, this kind of folk music musicians like to sensationalize most, the alchemy powder that turns water into fuel, and the perpetual motion machines that were in the hustle and bustle of the past few days. Not all these folk music were made by themselves. Is it a joke?"

　　 A group of people in the crowd laughed in a low voice. It was obvious that the abbreviation ‘min music’ was brilliant and appropriate, and it summarized the true feelings of the folk musicians.

　　 Ye Qingxuan's ears are very good, and he can still hear those sounds clearly after several tens of meters. He was calm, but Charles looked sad.

　　 "It looks like the teacher's situation is a bit bad." He sighed in a low voice.

　　 Ye Qingxuan nodded: This is Abraham's greatest weakness. He has no reputation in the academic world, not even an apocalyptic musician. The academia was originally a relatively closed place, and there were only a few people who came and went.

　　 Compared to the well-known and well-known Ingmar, Abraham is more difficult to trust.

　　Although the situation looks bad, Abraham is not in a hurry. He looks silent and calm, as always with a blank expression-this is also his usual characteristic, at least'sluggish' in this case, it can be regarded as Advantages.

　　 "Actually, there is no need to be so anxious."

　　He looked at the clock and said, "The council will not start until an hour later. It is useless for us to come too early."

　　 "Be prepared for it!"

　　 Charles clicked on the figure in the crowd with his chin: "Hey, teacher, look at Ingmar... Dressed up like a butterfly. Oops, I really feel sorry for it!"

　　He also used an oriental idiom very proudly here, which made Ye Qingxuan's expression a little complicated: "I see pity" and there is a half sentence after "not to mention the old slave" brother! Don’t use idioms indiscriminately...

　　 However, what Charles described here is indeed exquisite.

　　 In the crowd, Ingmar is wearing a musician’s gown, a pure white coat, with medals on her chest, and gold trims on the cuffs~IndoMTL.com~ Long black hair with gray hair tied in Behind his head, his eyes are as deep and mysterious as the starry sky, and there is a polite smile on his face.

　　 is simply the perfect example of a musician.

　　 Looking back at Ye Qingxuan and the others, Abraham wore a coat that hadn’t been changed for decades. Charles didn’t look like he came to participate in the discussion (because he didn’t have other clothes), only Ye Qingxuan was dressed slightly more formal. , But not where it is officially.

　　 "I feel defeated in momentum." Charlton was a little frustrated.

　　 In the crowd, Ingmar skilfully chatted with scholars from all over the world, chatting and laughing, and sometimes said two funny words, which drew a knowing smile. Although it is about to be reviewed, it is still personable.

　　 seemed unintentionally, he saw Abraham in the corner, and a faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he walked forward.

　　 "Hi! Ye Zi, he is coming up."

When Charlton got excited, Ye Qingxuan took a look and nodded: "Yeah."

　　 "I'm a little nervous, what should I do?" Charles asked in a low voice: "What does he want to do when he comes here? Don't you talk trash again? What should I do?"

　　‘Anyway, he can’t speak trash better than you. You are afraid of a ghost. Ye Qingxuan was silently maligning himself, but beside him, Abraham thought for a while, then suddenly patted his knee and concluded:

　　 "If you don't know what to do... it's better to hit him." (To be continued.)