Silent Crown Chapter 237: Great texts
"If you don't know what to do... it's better to hit him. Net"
"Huh?"
Ye Qingxuan was taken aback. He always thought that his brother's off-line ability was extraordinary, but he never expected that his off-line ability was inherited from his teacher.
Furthermore, teacher, your attainments are really so good that you don’t have the slightest smoke, why did you suddenly come to such a damned conclusion...
"Farewell, teacher" he almost jumped up in fright, "If there is a fight here, I am afraid that the review will lose more than half of it"
"Uh...I'm afraid I am a little confused. Isn't this the rule?"
Abraham was a little embarrassed, "In the army, since the arbitration has reached the level of military court arbitration, it is normal to be beaten back if you meet and provoke?"
No, no, it's not normal at all and what kind of army do you come from, teacher, why are you so wild...
"At this time, I will take care of him"
Charle jumped out at this time to add confusion, revealing a master sigh of loneliness: "Don't worry, he can't talk about me anyway when talking about rubbish."
So you still know it
Ye Qingxuan had a thousand goats, wild oxen, and alpacas in his heart. It always hadn't started, and it was about to collapse.
Just when Shire was eager to try, Ingmar smiled strangely, and the distance between the two sides was only five steps.
Suddenly, the door opened suddenly.
Outside the association, a magnificent bell rang.
The sound of the bell is thrilling, like a sudden beating in the heart, clearing all the noise in the brain, only the reverberation is endless, reverberating in the skull.
"Westminster Abbey..."
Someone whispered, "It's 9:40 in the morning. Not telling the time? Why ring the bell?"
The room is silent, no one responds.
In full view, a line of priests dressed in black is holding a hanging furnace and a holy emblem. Enter from the gate of the association. They filed out from the gate of Westminster Abbey across the long street, and went all the way. There is no sound, only the scent of curly spice lingers in the wind.
Nanxiang drives away all the dampness and evil spirits in the wind, and makes people feel warm. But their expressions were solemn, with God's indifference, and they didn't come in, just stood outside the lobby.
And among them, the old man wearing the inheritance diadem stood out from the crowd, with his own secretary. Walk into the lobby of the church.
He is wearing a black robe, with a dark golden holy emblem on the black robe, and a layer of silver thorns pressed on the cuffs, a bit out of date and a bit rustic.
But this outdated rusticity, at this moment, has incomparable solemnity and majesty.
Ingmar's fancy attire is completely insignificant in front of it, just like dust. This is a century-old gown that represents the majesty of the local sect. People who wear it come to people. It is equivalent to visiting the Cardinals.
"I went and I was like a symbolic invitation, but I didn't expect it to come..."
In the association, Bayer has wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He hurriedly put on his uniform coat and walked down the stairs to meet the old man in black.
"Head down."
Among the silent crowd, Charles looked up curiously, but suddenly felt kicked by Ye Qingxuan.
Until now, the unknown Charles realized that except for Bayer, who represented the Musician Association, everyone around him had bowed their heads in the direction of the old man with respectful expressions.
He also hurriedly lowered his head pretendingly, whispering secretly:
"What's wrong? That old man is so powerful, who is it..."
"Brother, are you blind? You can tell by looking at the clothes, right?" Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes. "Apart from the Metropolitan, who else is qualified to wear this set of religious gowns?"
Who is it? Who else can there be?
The moment I heard that sound. Ye Qingxuan knows who is here, otherwise his cult will be in white back
At Anglo. Only such a person is qualified to wear dark gold vestments and ring the bell when traveling, representing the sacred power of the Order.
That is the Metropolitan Metropolitan of Mephistopheles, who is in charge of Westminster Abbey by the highest head of the entire Order in Anglo
After he got old, except for the annual New Year and the end of the year prayer meeting, he has always been in-depth and simple at other times. Although he does not know why he appeared here, there is no doubt that where he went , Both represent the majesty of the gods and the sect, and all mortals should bow their heads wherever they go.
The sacred theory says: You should not look directly at the grace of God, but offer piety and awe.
"Oh, this stage is really amazing."
Charles kept sighing in secret words and making a fuss. When he peeked at the old man in the distance, his eyes were full of gossip, and his mouth was muttering, "I can't tell, he turned out to be Mayphy Stuart? I heard that he was said to have the opportunity to join the Cardinals. It is said that he was sent here because of the conflict with the Knights Templar. Well, it’s been more than 30 years..."
"Brother, speak carefully."
Ye Qingxuan can't help but want to kill him: "Don't think that secret words are foolproof. Archbishop Mephistopheles is said to be a very accomplished musician, and one of the most famous masters of the Chanting school."
"Huh? I can't tell. There is no ether fluctuation at all."
Charles comforted softly: "Ye Zi, don't be nervous, maybe you are a purely theoretical musician."
"..."
Ye Qingxuan originally wanted to say something, but for insurance, he closed his mouth wisely.
Because after talking with Bayer in a low voice, the Archbishop of Mephistopheles nodded slightly and said nothing, and went straight through the hall to the meeting place.
I wonder if it is an illusion.
Ye Qingxuan felt that black robe passed by him, and he seemed to pause for a moment, and a pair of muddy and old eyes swept across him.
The invisible and innocent eyes look like static electricity, and the illusion of skin irritation and hair crackling is produced wherever they pass.
Soon, Archbishop Mephistopheles entered the meeting place.
It was not until a long time later that Ye Qingxuan slowly raised his head and let out a sigh of relief.
I don't know why, he feels a little bit bad.
"I hope it's not what I think..."
The teenager whispered, talking to himself.
Ten minutes later, in the separate reception room upstairs, a priest in a hurry, avoiding everyone's eyes and ears, walked into it.
In the reception room, Ingmar greeted him fidgetingly, showing a warm and pious look, holding his palm:
"Thank you for coming, Father Kyle"
Kyle smiled slightly, "As members of the House, we should help each other."
In front of him is one of the principals in Westminster Abbey, Kyle, the assistant bishop of Metropolitan Mephistopheles.
Obviously, the matter of meeting secretly before the review is very sensitive. If it is seen in the eyes of a caring person, it is definitely a trouble.
In other words, the purpose of this meeting will never be simple.
Ingmar has not yet reacted to the impact of the arrival of Metropolitan Mephistopheles. He did not expect that the energy of the House is so great that even Metropolitan Mephistopheles can influence
The meaning of this representation made him shudder.
He bowed his head in awe: "It's just a trivial matter that can bring Lord Mephistopheles to come, and I feel terrified."
Kyle smiled secretly, "This incident was beyond my expectation. Lord Mephistopheles is a man who insists on justice. I just mentioned your matter to him a little bit. The Metropolitan Master came here in person. , I didn't expect it either.
Although the adult is nominally a member of the deliberation, in fact, as a representative of the cult, he will not express his opinions lightly. So the specific speech and judgment will still be handed to me, you don't have to be pressured. "
Ingmar was relieved to hear him say this.
"Are you ready for the details of the review?"
Kyle smiled and asked, "You should have received the questions prepared by the review members in advance."
"Next is ready."
Ingmar nodded, a glimmer of happiness flashed in his eyes: "Absolutely foolproof."
Although the session of the council is very simple, after both parties submit information and make a statement, it is the question and question session.
But the more general the link, the bigger the article can be.
Kyle whispered, "After all the panelists arrive, they will read all your submissions again and listen to your statements.
The focus is on the questioning session. The main focus of the first half is your resume and personal achievements. You will be ahead of Abraham. "
It may seem like a simple sequence, but the effect will be completely different. Ingmar's resume and personal achievements are absolutely impeccable elite models, no matter who is questioning, this aspect is impeccable.
On the contrary, only with Ingmar's brilliant demonstration in front will Abraham's paleness and insignificance be reflected. This is his biggest shortcoming: he has no resume, and no personal achievements at all.
"In the second half, questions about interpretation results..."
Kyle smiled secretly: "Abraham will be in front of you."
Ingmar froze for a moment~IndoMTL.com~ and suddenly realized.
Yes, when the panelists start to really touch the deviant field of interpretation, they will definitely be irritated by this kind of biased theory that almost bypasses all orthodox theories.
At this time, Ingmar, who represents academic orthodoxy, appeared again... He could almost see the moment when Abraham was ruined
Ingmar paced back and forth excitedly, and finally grabbed Kyle's hand hard, looking excited:
"Thank you for your help, Father Kyle."
"Some things, before they start, the result is already doomed."
Kyle smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "You will have my vote, Mr. Ingmar, at least.
Be aware that among the members of the review, I am not the only one who received the letter from the House..."
I'm sorry, I have a bad cold, Calvin, let's more tomorrow... to be continued.
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