Silent Crown Chapter 327: Strangers
After leaving the house of Elder Caligula, Ye Qingxuan walked the entire Auschwitz gathering area by the way, and got a rough idea of the terrain.
Several places were obviously bought, and there were obvious ether fluctuations. If you look with silent eyes, you can see invisible barriers.
In some places, the surrounding buildings have been flattened, a lonely building, exuding the chill that no strangers should enter.
Some places are deep in residential areas, but there is no sound around them, only a dark fog can be observed, and no one knows what is hidden in them.
It's like Ye Qingxuan who sleeps in a hotel at night in such a frank and frankly, and the guy who goes to the street during the day to set up stalls... is unique.
However, when he returned to the booth, he found that someone had already approached the door.
Just in front of the empty booth, there was a customer sitting on the ground from the back, picking the weapons on the booth, looking at this one, touching that one, like a picky customer, to Finally, pick up a short knife and rub it in his hand.
"Hello, Mr. Ye."
Hearing the footsteps behind him, the musician turned his head, revealing the face he had seen from last night under his hood.
"I am Colt."
He said, "Colt Flagg. I heard my teacher talk about you."
"Which is your teacher?"
"Heisenberg." Colt said, "Master Heisenberg of the Rock and Iron Academy."
Ye Qingxuan thought of the former teacher's council, and the hard and shameless face of those panelists could vaguely see a similar shadow on the face of the musician in front of him.
Exactly cold and hard.
He nodded, "Disrespectful."
"There is nothing to be disrespectful, after all, the relationship between our teachers is not so glorious."
Colt looked at him, "The teacher also said that he is not as good as Abraham. He has a perfect disciple who can inherit his mantle and carry forward. To be honest, it makes Ji Xiaxin jealous."
Ye Qingxuan was taken aback. He didn't expect Heisenberg to evaluate him so highly.
"The master won the award."
Colt smiled. He didn't say anything, just put his hand on the short knife.
"Do you want to join forces?" he asked suddenly.
Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment and shook his head slightly: "Forget it, I am not the kind of gregarious person."
"It's a shame."
Colt stared at him. Indifferent expression: "This answer is really a shame."
With a crisp sound, the short knife came out of its shell, and a chill burst out of the scratched short knife.
The etheric waves faintly spread from him, with strong hostility.
Ye Qingxuan looked at him coldly. Don't say a word.
Ye Qingxuan will be a little jealous if other musicians who have a bad temper or suffer from beastly troubles all the year round and who are not stable enough to summon musicians. But if the opponent is an inspired musician who is known for reason and insight, Ye Qingxuan would not worry.
Slightly sane people will not violate the holy city’s ban, and risk entangled locals in this market to fight with themselves.
The damage of the enlightened musician is too small, so every point is so precious that it must be used properly, and one hit will kill.
In some extreme schools, there is no more than 60% certainty, and enlightened musicians will never make a move.
Ye Qingxuan has to be careful instead. Don't fight back rashly, it's only right to be caught by this guy.
In the silent stalemate, Colt suddenly laughed at himself:
"Sure enough, this kind of fake trick doesn't work for you."
In his hand, the cold dagger was silently sheathed and returned to its original position.
"—The knife is good."
He got up, said goodbye politely, turned away, and disappeared into the street.
Ye Qingxuan watched him go away indifferently, and sat back in his place behind the booth, after a long time. He picked up a rag and wiped off the fingerprints Colt left on the short knife.
Close the knife into the sheath.
He smiled in the distance.
Under his feet, the rag was silently burned to ashes.
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At the end of the street, after turning. Colt stopped abruptly and looked at the woman hidden in the shadows.
"Arianna, how is it?" he asked in a low voice.
Arianna’s expression changed. After a long time, she shook her head gloomily: "There is no response yet. Are you sure you really put the'hint' mark I made by myself on his booth?"
"I promise."
Colt said indifferently: "Among Auschwitz's enlightened musicians. Only I can find that hint of existence."
Before the voice fell, a small, crisp sound burst from Arianna's fingertips.
Arianna's complexion changed, she looked down at her finger, and found a crack on the jewel ring on her index finger.
"Really?"
She shed that valuable alchemy equipment blankly and threw it into the trash: "Then now there is one more."
"..."
Colt was silent for a moment, his eyes drooping: "It seems that Ye Qingxuan's threat level needs to be raised-in the future, let the allied musicians be careful of him and deal with him as a resonance-level enemy."
"Is it so exaggerated?"
Arianna frowned: "If there is no evidence, they would not accept: The guy who was the weakest candidate yesterday jumped to the top of the threat ranking."
"It doesn't matter. If you want evidence..."
Colt sneered, turned and left:
"——After that group of eyesightless guys are cleaned up by Ye Qingxuan a few times, they will naturally be there."
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Ye Qingxuan didn't think of what Colt had planned. He just used this as a trial between his competitors. He only re-examined the illusion fulcrums he had hidden around the stall, and then re-entered the state of thinking.
Soon, he realized that he seemed to be being targeted by a strange person.
And stared very closely.
Look at the score and presumptuous.
I presumptuously squatted in front of the booth, looked left, and looked again, with a focused and curious expression.
It was a little Romulus girl, who looked like eleven or twelve years old, dressed in the same dirty robes as everyone else. The hair is linen with a little gold.
Is a mixed race.
She was carrying a big, shriveled backpack, and her pockets were stuffed with bulging little things. Small hairpin, small scissors, small note, and a dead rat...
Yeah. It has become a specimen, and it is still carried with you.
Her face was also painted with a few strange oil paints, which looked like a little witch who would have been nailed to a stake and burned to death.
She just squatted beside the booth and looked left. Look at the right, and then from the left... Ye Qingxuan's heart is fascinated.
"What...what are you doing looking at me?"
Ye Qingxuan leaned back and looked at the girl approaching blankly.
The girl was taken aback when she heard him ask, and then she shook her head. Answered frankly:
"I forgot."
"..."
Ye Qingxuan almost squirted out of his throat with a mouthful of old blood, coughing violently, not knowing how to pick up this stubble.
The girl squatted beside the booth, raised her face with her elbow, and looked at him curiously.
"Are you a foreigner too?"
She said: "I just saw a few people watching you over there."
"How many people?" Ye Qingxuan noticed her words and frowned: "Are there many more?"
"Probably?"
The girl scratched her messy hair: "Is this what we are going to say? I can't remember."
"..."
Ye Qingxuan heard the voice of his own logical collapse: I can't remember what it means, and what are we going to say, we haven't said anything!
Don't suddenly speak in a tone that the two of us are already familiar with!
"Sorry, I don't know what you are talking about."
Ye Qingxuan forcibly swallowed the old blood: "Are you looking for something to do with me?"
"Oh, don't we know each other?"
The girl looked at him in confusion. Finding the answer from his sad and angry eyes, he nodded clearly: "Then you must have bought a map, right? Just pretend I have never been here."
"What map?"
Ye Qingxuan never felt that one day it would be so troublesome to communicate with others, and he almost doubted his IQ. Isn't this little girl a little crazy?
"...oh, you just haven't bought it yet?"
The girl's eyes lit up: "You either? The map is cheap! Don't all of you outsiders want to go to the underground palace below the mine? I have only been to the outermost underground palace!
Although I can't lead the way, you just have to spend... flowers..."
Her voice, she rummaged in her pocket for a long time, took a look at a note with the price written on it, then hid it again, sternly said: "I can buy it for three hundred yuan. Map!"
Do you think that if you say that, I will believe you and pay for it!
Ye Qingxuan's face was full of remnants. I don't know what to say anymore.
"Well, don't you think it's expensive?"
The girl misunderstood something, and scratched her head guiltily: "That's right, I think it's quite expensive. Or you can give me a hundred. If you still feel a loss, I will make up for you. The secret passage I have been to."
After finishing speaking, she did not wait for Ye Qingxuan to speak, so she took out a "map" full of strange graffiti from her backpack, grabbed the pen and drew it on the back.
How do you say the style of painting...It's quite ‘soul’, especially full of wildness and sensibility.
In short, except for the dim view of two statues and a door. Can't see anything.
Soon, she stuffed the map into Ye Qingxuan's hands, and looked at him expectantly.
Waiting for money~IndoMTL.com~ Is this a new type of blackmail and begging?
Ye Qingxuan is already numb: Forget it, it doesn't matter, it's only one hundred yuan, please take it quickly, don't hurt my reason and logic.
"You said you asked for money earlier?"
He sadly took out a hundred yuan and handed it to the little girl. The girl smiled and reached out to take it, but found that she couldn't pull it out, and she tugged again. Ye Qingxuan released her hand but held her wrist.
She looked at Ye Qingxuan.
But Ye Qingxuan looked at her wrist. On her wrist, there was a faint mark on the staff of the cross and the twin snakes.
Ye Qingxuan took out his pocket watch, looked at the coat of arms on it, compared her with each other, but found no difference.
"Where did this tattoo come from?" (To be continued.)