Silent Crown Chapter 392: Wolf and Dog

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In the port of Caen, an iron ship is parked in the port, and people come and go in the port.

The hot afternoon sun shone from the sky, and the people at the window thought it was dazzling, and closed the curtains, which also blocked the noise and prying outside the cabin.

In the dim cabin suite, the young man turned his head and looked at the old man across the table.

The old man took out an opened letter from his sleeve, put it on the table, and slowly pushed it towards the young man.

The young man yawned lazily and raised his eyes:

"Master Bono, what do you mean?"

"This is what the dean meant."

Master Bono looked at the opposite young man coldly, with a hoarse voice: "Take it back, Colt, the college can forget it."

Colt lowered his head, looked at the envelope, stretched out his hand to rub it, and couldn't help but smile.

He pushed the letter back again, with a cold voice: "I have written in the letter very clearly, Master, I am not a good talent of the school, nor can I afford the high hopes of the academy, so I chose to quit. Why bother with the academy Reluctantly?"

"Do you know what you are talking about, Colt?"

Master Bono's eyes darkened: "For hundreds of years, there has never been such a precedent in the academy. You inherited the music theory of the secret guard school in one day, and you made the oath, then you will be the secret guard school for life. The only way to quit is death."

"You are still young and don't understand the cost. The college is willing to forgive you, as long as you take this letter back. We will forget it."

His tone was cold, and even the air became bitter, but Colt remained motionless, just looking at him, the more mocking the smile on his mouth.

"Forgive? This word is so good."

He smiled and shook his head: "I never heard this word when I was in obscurity. Once I became famous, the whole world seemed to be compassionate, full of tenderness and love.

Unfortunately, this compassionate shirt came too late! "

He flicked his finger and bounced the letter back into Master Bono's arms, and said coldly: "Please go back, Master Bono, I will not go back to the Secret Guardian school again. Or..."

He paused, and his smile became meaningful:

"Can you choose to forcibly take me back?"

Master Bono frowned, a hairy chill flashing in his eyes. In the silence, his fingers lifted slightly, but they stopped in the air again. In the silence, the air in the empty cabin seemed to freeze.

In the suites on both sides, there is a faint sound of sword blades.

For a long time, he lifted his fingers and slowly put them down, looking at Colt coldly, the anger in his eyes was forcibly pressed and turned into gloomy: "Colt, do you think you can walk to the holy city safely? Go?"

Colt smiled: "Don't you dare to move me?"

Since the end of Auschwitz, Colt has been known to the world as a hero, sacrificing himself to save many musicians, and decisively seizing the opportunity to severely damage the fallen saint Paganini and many other deeds. He added a layer of brilliance to his image.

Especially as a hero who prevents natural disasters from usurping the territory of mankind, and as a musician who has demonstrated amazing abilities in the holy city trial, the holy city will also grant him the movement of'emperor'. His road to the scepter has been unimpeded, as if Already a saint in the future.

Especially, he has also joined the Faith Ministry, and he is very trusted. He has been awarded the position of Confidential Secretary of the Pope’s Chamber before even performing the formal ceremony. He has a promising future.

In this case, even if the Secret Guardian school or even the Rock Iron Academy wants to do to him, they must consider the attitude of the Holy City in three ways.

Otherwise, what Colt is now facing is not the words of Master Bono, but the sword of the Assassin "The Silent" raised by the School of Secret Guardians.

Colt knows better than anyone, the secret guard school, there is nothing he can do about it!

"Shall we move you?"

Master Bono looked at the arrogant smile at the corner of his mouth and slowly shook his head: "Colt, don't you know better than anyone else who wants to move you?

Otherwise, why do you hide your whereabouts, pretend to be a nobleman, and go to the holy city by hiding in this ship full of immigrants? Even the Secret Guardian school needs to use the lighthouse to find you.

Who are you hiding from such a secret whereabouts? "

Colt didn't answer, but waved his hand uninterestedly, and asked a master to leave.

"Since you are obsessed, there is nothing to talk nonsense. I hope you can get what you want, Colt."

Master Bono was not angry, but just stood up coldly and turned away.

It's just that, at the moment he opened the door, he seemed to have accidentally glanced behind Colt. It was empty and there was nothing.

He sneered and closed the door.

The master in gray is like an elderly traveler, walking overtime with a cane, passing by the sailors who carry supplies and water. After passing through the immigrants who lay in the sun on overtime work and the vendors selling goods, they disembarked and merged into the market in the port.

Soon, behind him, the iron wheel screamed and drove out of the port.

Bono stared at the iron wheel away, under his white beard, the corners of his mouth moved lightly.

"Have you heard? Heisenberg, really your good student."

Thousands of miles away, in the quiet room, Heisenberg opened his eyes. He has been observing Master Bono from the lighthouse, and he has naturally witnessed everything Colt said.

He smoked his pipe in silence. After a long time, he sighed indifferently: "It was my mistake. I didn't expect that there was wolf blood in the bones of the puppies.

I underestimated him. "

"It must be cleaned up."

Master Bono said coldly: "The secret music theory of the lighthouse is the core of the school of secret keepers and must not be left out."

"No need."

Master Heisenberg closed his eyes again.

"A dog that has become a wolf looks majestic and shows off the limelight, but after the ambition in its stomach is satisfied, it will begin to have a guilty conscience and fear..."

"Trust me, Bono, he will regret it. Soon."

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With Bono's departure, silence was restored in the cabin.

In the silence, Colt got up and bowed his head respectfully to the air behind him: "Thank you for your help, Master Philip."

In the suites on both sides, two burly priests walked out slowly.

Under their red robe, the right arm that presses the sword is a metal prosthetic—technology from the Chainsaw Brotherhood has given them unimaginable strength and almost immortal limbs.

They guarded the door, hanging, silent, like stone statues.

And right in front of Colt, the skinny old man walked out of the illusion.

He hunched back, supported on crutches, skinny, and his sagging face was full of wrinkles and spots.

But his eyes are pure white, and those eyes are cold, as if trying to penetrate every secret in one's heart, which is frustrating.

"You don't need to thank you, it's just a responsibility."

He coughed softly: "After so many years, the Faith Department has recruited outsiders for the first time, and it is still the future saint. Talents are rare, so naturally you have to be more cautious. At the Rock and Iron Academy, I will look back. The letter on behalf of the cult warns them, don’t worry."

He paused for a while, and then his voice was silenced:

"It's just that, I hope that this kind of thing will not be in the Department of Faith, understand?"

Colt's smile remained unchanged, and his head lowered deeper: "Please don't worry, Mr. Philip, and leave the Faith Department. Is there still a place for me in this world?"

Master Philip's expression became more satisfied, and he patted him on the shoulder: "Where is this? Colt, a young talent like you, can be hot and hot everywhere.

We are lucky that you can choose the Department of Faith. "

The two looked at each other and smiled, each thinking about it.

Soon, there was a knock on the door, a letter was stuffed under the door, and the sound of footsteps quickly went away.

After checking the secret note, the two guards gave the letter to Philip. Philip didn't say anything after reading it, and gave the letter to Colt. Soon, Colt's complexion quickly became difficult to look.

"Wake up... so soon?"

His eyes changed, and soon he returned to normal.

"Are you worried about the new Anglo sword bearer?" Philip asked, "Indeed, if he recklessly uses the sword in the stone, it is indeed a trouble."

"Don't worry about this."

Colt shook his head: "As far as I know: He inherited the music theory of the Shixin School, and everything is built on the'Xiaoyuan'. After Xiaoyuan is broken, he has been abandoned. Can he make a formal Musicians are still a problem, not to mention the sword in the stone."

"Is that so?" Philip nodded: "Angel might have a grudge against you, right?"

"Even if they hold a grudge, they can do nothing."

Colt sneered: "I am now the first person of the new generation of musicians, and His Majesty the Pope is about to canonize the future saints. Could it be that they will be a waste person, risking accusations from the nations and sanctions from the Holy City, right? Should I start?"

Although he said that, he didn't know why, but there was still a panic in his heart.

He sat in a chair, silently thinking about where this panic came from.

But what always springs up in my heart is the pair of empty pupils.

In the shackles of the past, the young man's face was pale, reflecting the blood flowing out of the girl's body, and his hollow eyes were stained with crimson.

It's like a son or a palace that gives birth to trouble.

There is something terrible, in that moment, it sprouted in it...

Boom boom boom!

The knock on the door sounded~IndoMTL.com~ His shoulders trembled, as if awakened from a nightmare, he instinctively looked at the door with a sulky look in his eyes.

At the door, the two priests who guarded the gate looked at each other, and someone looked into the peephole in the door.

"Who?"

Outside the door is the waiter and crew member who is barely dressed, but the corners of his clothes are a little worn, his pants are washed white, and he is holding an iron plate in his hand. On the plate are two hot frozen steaks. And some foods that can only fill your appetite:

"Guest, the dinner you ordered."

They looked at each other, one pressed the sword, leaned against the door, and the other opened the door. Outside the door, the waiter gave the food to the priest, looking like a real waiter.

But just as the door was about to close, the waiter suddenly stretched out his hand, jammed the door, and plunged a hand into his arms.

"Wait a minute..."

He said. (To be continued.)