Silent Crown Chapter 414: The court session

December 24th, the center of the holy city

Around the statues of the saints, on the solemn square, there are three huge gates standing tall.

One leads to the Papal Palace, the core of the holy city, the core of the core, the place where all the sacred and doctrinal in this world are gathered.

One leads to the sacred instrument hall, the holy place in the hearts of all musicians, the musical instruments and artifacts of the saints, natural disaster movements, the inheritance of saints, and the collection of ancient books.

One leads to the holy wheel court, the place where all regulations and etiquette are formulated, maintained, and enforced by the Order and the Holy City.

All the sacredness, wisdom and order in the world are here.

In the early morning, the crowd was raging.

A black and crushed crowd rushed outside the square, and the heavily armed guards worked hard to maintain order, but the reporters who wanted to squeeze into the front row were always unable to stop it.

It's been a long time since there was such a big excitement to watch.

It can be called the biggest news in the holy city in decades.

First, Colt's heroic identity was subverted.

Followed by the tragic death at the gate of the Holy City by someone else's hands.

Finally, the murderer accepted the arrest with dignity.

And now, it's finally time for the first trial!

For the past few days, this piece of news has continued to ferment. Even if it is subject to news control, it has not been able to eliminate the curiosity of passers-by. Instead, it has attracted more and more followers.

Of course, Maxwell has also done a lot in it. After all, the more followers and the bigger the news, the less chance someone will play a ghost in it.

Because of the oppression of public opinion, the Holy Amnesty Department in charge of the Holy Wheel Court also came up with the strongest lineup, and even the Deputy Minister Borha himself served as a judge.

In the past few days, things have happened constantly, which can be said to be broken because of this incident.

Just outside the square, amidst the noisy chaos, a shout suddenly came.

"Come on! Come on! I see the convoy!"

Soon, on the cleared road, a line of solemn cavalry came slowly, and between the heavily armed guards was an airtight iron car.

So the crowd yelled. The voice sounded too noisy, I don't know whether it was praise or curse.

"All in all, it sounds pretty interesting. It's big news, right?"

In the carriage, Ye Qingxuan, who was covered in layers of shackles, sighed softly, and looked at the guards in black clothes beside him. The sturdy guards and musicians turned a deaf ear, just staring at the void in front of him.

boring and boring.

Being a defendant for the first time, it seemed that there was no pressure on Ye Qingxuan. He knew how serious what he had done, and before he was ready to act, he was ready to die for it.

People who are not afraid of death rarely seem to be afraid of other things.

However, if possible, Ye Qingxuan still thinks it would be better to be alive.

It would be great to live.

In the midst of cranky thinking, the door of the car burst open. Amidst the noise of countless people, Ye Qingxuan was escorted out of the car.

Under the guard of many guards, he crossed the square and stepped onto the pure white marble steps.

When he reached the center, he stopped, turned his head and looked at the crowd behind him.

The crowd noticed his gaze, and the cheering or reprimanding sound immediately rose up a step. But Ye Qingxuan's sight passed them, and finally landed on the cold square.

There, a dark iron monument stands.

An ancient iron stele of vicissitudes of life stands in the center of the square, in the center of the Papal Palace, the Hall of Sacristy and the Court of Holy Wheel.

Ye Qingxuan silently stared at the iron monument, no matter how the guards urged him to push, his eyes were focused and careful, and he couldn't help sighing with emotion:

"Is this... destiny?"

This is the monument of destiny.

The existence that ranks first among all artifacts in the legend.

'Fate', the most elusive thing, is also the most terrifying and huge proposition. Nothing can escape the arrangement of fate, everything is in fate.

Even resistance seems to be part of fate.

This invisible web seems to be in the hands of the gods, controlling the operation of the entire world. And here, in addition to the meaning of nothingness, it represents something else.

The Scepter Chapter of the Scarlet King-"Destiny"!

The miracle in the miracle, the Weili in the Weili, the strongest ruling chapter in this world!

The reason why this iron stele is so widely known, and even played an important role in many legends, is because: the complete content of "Destiny" and all the music theory are engraved on it.

Furthermore, the holy city is still grandiosely placed under a large court, and there is no fear of anyone coming to watch it.

If there are musicians who want to study, rubbings can be bought in grocery stores everywhere, for five yuan a copy, fifteen yuan and a set meal, providing analysis of many researchers in the past.

Of course, all of this is completely useless.

The structure of its movement seems very simple, but no matter what method is used to play it, there is no effect at all.

Almost every musician who comes to the Holy City will come here admiringly, wanting to crack the secret on this iron monument, but to this day, no one can successfully perform it.

Except for the great and supreme Red King.

Only in the hands of the Pope can "Destiny" exert its power.

There are no tricks, no secrets, and the melody has an incredible effect in his hands.

Calling for miracles.

Some people even say in rumors: As long as someone can play "Destiny", he will definitely become the next Red King. It seems that the crown of the pope is passed down through such mysterious and weird conditions.

Over the years, countless researchers have tried to unravel this secret. Three hundred years ago, Enrique, a master interpreter, even thought about it for four days, vomiting blood and died. This iron stele was once again covered with a veil of mystery.

Since then, more and more musicians have begun to try to crack its secrets.

No one succeeded.

No matter how much effort has been put into it, there will be no change. Its music theory structure is absolutely impossible to establish, it is impossible to have any effect at all, and it can't even be called a movement.

It can only be said to be a solemn and glorious symphony.

That's it.

Until decades ago, the last master who threatened to crack it finally gave up. After forty years, the gray-haired master never talked about music theory, and gave up his identity as a musician, but chose Joined the Order and became an ordinary priest, pious to death.

He has personally witnessed the insignificance of mortals.

It is a proof that God exists in this world!

And this is also the reason why the holy city displays it grandiosely.

Only the existence of gods can turn corruption into magic.

This is the gift of God, and all honor and sacredness belong here.

Therefore, as the apostle of the gods, the pope can control the power of Destiny.

This is the crown of the Scarlet King.

Forged with a miracle, unshakable.

This is the proof of the existence of "Destiny", this is the proof of the existence of the gods, and this monument lays the foundation for all justice, order, and sacredness.

It is like a ruler, distinguishing the huge gap between gods and mortals.

Because of this, even if it does not have any power, does not have any processing, it is just a pure iron block, and it can be ranked in front of all artifacts and become a well-deserved number one.

There is nothing more proper and indisputable than this.

"Unfortunately, it would be nice to have a look."

Ye Qingxuan sighed softly, retracted his gaze, and walked into the huge door amidst the guards pulling and pushing.

Behind him, the door closed suddenly.

Passing through the gates~IndoMTL.com~After several inspections, the shackles on Ye Qingxuan's body are only the symbolic shackles.

The last door burst open in front of him.

In the solemn breath, he stepped in, raised his head, and looked at the holy emblem on the top dome.

The holy emblem seems to have fallen from the sky.

The time has come for the trial.

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Sorry, today’s update is late, and the word count has shrunk a lot. Because there are some weird things and weird people in life. I originally thought I had seen any bird after so many years, but this incident really refreshed my three views and brought a powerful impact to my life.

Sorry, let me catch my breath. Tomorrow, if I can recover, I will update it as usual. If not, let me take a day off. Thank you. (To be continued.)