Silent Crown Chapter 430: Ask for advice?

"Who am I? Haha, who knows."

Hermes lay on the sofa and blew a whistle: "Some people think that I am a homeless traveler's blesser, and some people think that I am Avalon's trader.

I am the initiator of the steam disaster, and I am the pinnacle that artists cannot reach.

Some people regard me as a monster, some people regard me as a god.

Many people call me a wise man, saying that I am in charge of one third of the world. I like this title. Although the other two thirds were in charge of a **** and a useless hand.

I am the owner of a watch shop. I am an external think tank in the second department of Anglo and a confidential consultant in the sixth department. I am a private doctor who has been fired by Her Majesty the Queen. I am also the owner of an antique shop in the Holy City...

If you want to know my life, I can write a six-volume, 2,400-page autobiography for you. If you want to know my nature, but my nature is as you see it.

Ye Qingxuan, what on earth do you want to ask? In your opinion, what sensational secret do I, a fat man, keep? "

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time and did not speak any more.

Soon, he got up: "Then, I'll go first, let's meet again if I'm destined."

Hermes carefully fastened the napkin and waved goodbye: "Be careful, there are quite a few people staring at you recently."

"Huh?" Ye Qingxuan stopped at the door, looking back in confusion.

"You are already famous."

Hermes smiled weirdly and chanted in an exaggerated tone: "Ye Qingxuan, no one knows your name from North Asgard to Tianzhu!"

"..."

Ye Qingxuan was speechless.

"Do you know what you say outside now?"

Hermes clutched his greasy fingers and counted: "Madman, fanatic, executioner, genius who has never met in a century, monster who broke through resonance within half a year, supernova among musicians! Invincible among resonance, under the master The first person!"

Ye Qingxuan was taken aback for a moment: "It's too exaggerated, right?"

The first person under the master?

No matter what, it has been exaggerated. This is no longer a compliment, but to put yourself on the fire!

"No, no, no, no exaggeration at all."

Hermes waved his hand: "Boss, I have been around for so many years. This is the first time I have seen someone like you who can disturb things. You count yourself because how many people are ruined?"

Ye Qingxuan pondered, holding his fingers to count, and then he found that ten fingers were not enough, and then he found...there were too many people to remember.

It seems that because of their own bad luck... there are really a lot of people.

Since I was preparing to return to Avalon, I almost didn't have a good end when I met my musician.

Ahaha, it's embarrassing.

Seeing that he couldn't vomit a mouthful of old blood, Hermes showed a gloating look: "Whether you admit it or not, those who want to challenge you can already line up from outside the Holy City gate to the central square. La!

Furthermore, after hearing that Maxwell had taken the Sword in the Stone back to Anglo at noon today, the number of people seemed to have increased several times. I thought you already knew it, but you appeared in the central church with such a high profile... it was like a ‘challenge’ sign on your head. "

He paused here meaningfully, looking at Ye Qingxuan, as if he had seen a good stepping stone: "Little Leaf, the big wind and waves haven't come yet, don't turn the boat in the gutter."

Ye Qingxuan has nothing to say, pushing the door out with a complicated mood.

Outside the door, at the end of the corridor, several musicians passed by and heard the sound and looked over. After seeing his gray hair, he was taken aback, and his eyes lit up.

Ye Qingxuan also looked at them with a strange expression:

"No... will you?"

So fast?

"Ye Qingxuan?"

Soon, a handsome young man stood out from the crowd, with a polite tone: "The youngest son of the Esposito family, Donatello, is a member of the Gregorian Anthem of the Holy City.

Are you fortunate enough to ask you for advice? "

"..."

Ye Qingxuan was silent, turned his head, and looked at the wolf flute with hot coffee in the distance.

Wolf flute shrugged helplessly, saying that he couldn't help it.

"I suggest you better hurry up."

He turned his head and looked out the window, and the crowd gradually gathered towards the central church in the distance. The musicians who rushed to the second floor quickly couldn't help blowing their whistle:

"Oh, the alley is empty, the black and white bears in the Holy City Zoo have never enjoyed your treatment..."

Ye Qingxuan's expression suddenly became more ugly.

"Found it! He is here!"

There was a noisy sound from below the stairs, and soon all the musicians rushed up. Before they went upstairs, the voice sounded: "Sanaldo, the chief of the Jackdaw School, asks Mr. Ye for advice!"

"Mr. Ye, sent Chief Will from Downhill Middle School to ask for advice."

"Where is Ye Qingxuan?" shouted in a rude voice: "Goodman School Raft, challenge you. If you are a man, don't run away!"

"Mr. Ye, Professor Cyrollas at Trinity College in Lower Holy City, I have a few questions about interpretation. Please consult me."

"Under..."

"...Representative of Rock and Iron Academy..."

"The chief musician..."

"Caucasus Ice Wind School..."

"Gorse Orchestra..."

"..."

Groups of musicians rushed up and blocked the entire corridor. Short of breath and red eyes, staring at Ye Qingxuan like a group of bulls in heat.

It's like staring at a stepping stone that can walk, a ticket to the famous stadium.

Naturally, there are many excuses.

There are consultations, discussions, challenges, and even someone who wants to avenge a name that Ye Qingxuan can't remember... Modesty or arrogance, full of confidence or a mysterious smile, etc.

Ye Qingxuan quietly looked at the heads surging in front of him, those unfamiliar faces filled with fighting spirit, it was simply inexplicable.

He frowned irritably and his eyes became cold.

"Wait!"

Just as he was about to speak, Donatello, the young man who came first in the crowd, stood up, stopped in front of the crowd, and said:

"Everyone, I know that everyone wants to see Mr. Ye's demeanor, but so many people I am afraid that Mr. Ye will be too busy anyway, and spread it out, let others say that the people in our holy city do not know the etiquette."

He paused and said in a solemn voice: "Why, let's select a few representatives and ask Mr. Yu Ye for music theory. How about? We win three games and Master Ye will not reject our fist."

"Not bad!"

"I agree!"

In a blink of an eye, the musicians said yes, and they were convinced. They didn't see the eagerness of the turmoil just now, even Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief... blame!

From a group of people taking turns to challenge to two wins in three games, it seems that they have taken advantage of it, but by looking at their clumsy acting skills, this is basically a premeditated.

And I never promised a duel.

This group of **** want to suppress themselves by the crowd.

Ye Qingxuan's expression became harder and harder to look.

Looking back, he looked at the wolf flute and made no secret of his voice: "Are all the musicians in the Holy City look like this?"

"Part of it."

Wolf whistle blowing hot coffee, looked at the group of guys sideways, and said nonchalantly:

"These guys do not mix well all over the place. They have spent time in the Holy City to study and have mixed resumes. Most of them have money in their hands, but they are sloppy. They call for friends all day. They are powerful, but in fact Really powerful musicians don’t look at them at all and don’t bother to pay attention.

They have no sense of existence, so they have to criticize the politics of the holy city and the major families every day, relying on their status as a musician to act unscrupulously, gang up and make trouble, and people who can’t understand it can’t do anything about them..."

He paused and laughed strangely: "Hey, Xiao Ye Zi, someone is unhappy with you and wants to give you eye drops."

"Why?"

"Because you are more famous than them."

Wolf flute said with a straight face: "Is this not enough?"

Ye Qingxuan was speechless.

This is enough, enough. In the eyes of some people who have been hungry for fame and fortune for many years but have failed to make any achievements, their own existence is thorny in reality.

When the forest is bigger, there are all kinds of birds, so naturally there is no shortage of villains.

Hearing the sound of the wolf flute, Donatello's eyes were hard to look at, but soon he recovered his modesty and enthusiasm, with a smile.

There is no fear.

Now that they have achieved the general trend, under the testimony and persecution of so many people, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but get into this case.

Ye Qingxuan doesn't need to fight, but starting from tonight, the entire holy city will know that he fled in fear.

And if facing the battle, facing their preparations, the result will only be worse.

If you win, you will be bullying the small with the big.

If you lose, hahaha, naturally you will be ruined.

Even, even if they just persist for a few minutes, and then stop ahead of time, they will have the capital to brag in the future: Ye Qingxuan is not too good, and I and him will win or lose...

Even if Ye Qingxuan tries to defend himself in the future, in the face of the rumors and rumors, the truth is no longer important.

Anyone likes to watch the drama of "A genius musician defeats the Holy City".

The genius who was held up to the clouds in the past, faced the challenge of the elites of various factions, and fled without a fight!

Ye Qingxuan has been exposed to his true colors. Under the reputation, it is actually difficult to match!

By then, no matter how he defends, he will become an out-and-out harlequin.

As long as everyone speaks, it will occupy the position of public opinion, and then some people will come to the bottom of the well and beat the water dog.

In less than half a month, Ye Qingxuan's name will become stinky.

Ye Qingxuan quickly figured out the first level, and even helped them figure out various arrangements and methods afterwards. The plan was really easy and comprehensive.

Perfect like heaven.

It's a pity...

Things like that don’t exist in this world!

He raised his head and asked faintly: "It seems that you have all discussed it?"

It seems that he didn't hear the meaning of his mockery, Donatello's smile is still warm and humble: "How about Master Ye?"

So Ye Qingxuan smiled.

The smile was extremely disturbing.

People who are familiar with this **** know that every time he laughs like this, someone will be unlucky.

In the gaze of everyone, he took a step forward, looked down at Donatello almost arrogantly, raised a finger, and pointed to his face:

"You guys, do you know who I am?"

There was silence, and everyone was stunned. They looked at each other in astonishment, not knowing what Ye Qingxuan meant.

"Ye Qingxuan?"

"Angel Sword Holder."

"A genius musician..."

"The first person under the master?"

Listening to their noisy and confused voices, Ye Qingxuan's expression became satisfied, as if intoxicated in flattery.

I have to say, it feels really good.

Until those voices stopped, he nodded and looked at Donatello: "What else?"

More?

What else?

Donatello's eyes grew gloomy, his thoughts flashed, and he quickly thought about what Ye Qingxuan was doing. But suddenly, there seemed to be a thunderbolt in his head.

In an instant, his face changed.

Because Ye Qingxuan slowly raised a jade medal in front of him.

The texture of the jade plate is warm and moist, which is rare in the world. The fine cloud marrow is carved with fine and solemn patterns.

The card is engraved with a unique etheric wave, stamped with a unique emblem of the Aurora Royal Family, supervised by the Ministry of Rites, the only one in the world, nothing else.

"Given the sword to walk up to the palace to praise and worship but is not named, Changyu Hou Ye Qingxuan."

Ye Qingxuan bent down, looked at his face with a smile, as if looking at a kindergarten kid: "Do you have a title?"

Donatello's face was blue, gritted his teeth, and said nothing.

They count thousands of things, but they missed this point.

Ye Qingxuan is not a genius musician who is worthless except for his good name. He is the marquis of the holy city, the representative of the blood of glory, the future reserve prince, and the crown of all honor and majesty in the world. By!

This **** is now a Hou Ye!

A marquis who bullies the market, commits adultery, rapes, murders and arson, and loses his conscience without any problems!

He doesn't need to care about the so-called challenge, and he can't care about the so-called fearfulness.

Behind him is the whole holy city. No, the nobles all over the world are supporting him. If they dare to make any tricks that can't be on the table or spread rumors or talk about them afterwards... The Holy Amnesty Department dare not release Pass them!

In a dead silence, Ye Qingxuan bypassed Donatello, stretched out his hand, and pointed at the faces in the crowd: "Do you have it? What about you? You? Forget it, just look at your poor look. You don’t have, you, you, and you..."

Finally, in silence, someone made a sound:

"I have."

"Oh?" Ye Qingxuan smiled, "What title? Report it."

The young man's face twitched, and after a long time he squeezed out the answer from his teeth: "Viscount."

"Shit!"

Ye Qingxuan smiled and said nothing, just a disdainful voice from his nostrils, and looked at them mockingly: "Is it all right?"

Donatello's expression is ashen, looking at Ye Qingxuan: "You..."

Slap!

Before the voice fell, Ye Qingxuan slapped his hand and slapped it.

That action can't be said to be slow, powerful, or vicious, and not vicious. A slap on it made Donatello's eyes black, and everyone was forced to fall into disbelief.

According to the truth, such an attack should have activated the shield long ago and returned to no avail.

But when that slap came down, it had its own music theory structure. When the shield was not unfolded, it was completely disintegrated, and even the entire alchemy ring fell apart and cracked.

This kind of shield, in the eyes of Ye Qingxuan now, is completely pediatric, not much thicker than a piece of paper.

"You...Ye Qingxuan...you!"

Donatello staggered back, touched his face blankly, felt the hot pain, and finally understood what was going on. When he looked at Ye Qingxuan, his eyes became furious, his expression distorted, and his face changed. Indignant crimson.

Ye Qingxuan made an understatement, just flicking his fingers, and said faintly: "Before you didn't know, those who didn't know were not guilty. But now, you have to learn to use honorifics and say ‘you’.

Pay attention to your identity, ‘young man’. "

Ye Qingxuan emphasized the pronunciation of the three words "young man", and the mockery was beyond words.

Without waiting for them to speak, Ye Qingxuan waved his sleeves.

"I'm tired, I will stop here for today."

He stood with his hand in hand: "It's rare that you wait to see Benhou's majesty and wait for you to be sincere, and Benhou won't care about your offense."

He paused for a while, looked at the teeth gritted faces, smiled happily, and said every word:

"——Wait on your knees."

In silence, he played with the jade plaque in his hand. It was obvious that the jade plaque was so gentle, but it seemed to shimmer, and the stinger couldn't open his eyes.

In the silence, the baron was the first to bend down and bow to the audience.

Immediately afterwards, everyone bowed their heads, those without titles knelt down on one knee, and urged the Supreme to leave~IndoMTL.com~ People with titles looked respectful and did not dare to show any dissatisfaction and irritation.

Seeing them put down their bodies so tamely, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help laughing.

He kicked away the guy who was blocking the road in front of him, and stepped out of the dark crowd, like a road, unspeakably relaxed.

In the crowd, Donatello, who was kneeling in shame, clenched his fists, and his eyes were bloodshot: Today should be the day when he became famous, how much effort and money he spent in exchange for the opportunity, It turned out to be like this!

As he passed by, Ye Qingxuan's footsteps seemed to pause for a while, and a voice of contempt sounded from his ears.

"Ask for advice?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled: "You also deserve it?"

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