Silent Crown Chapter 540: Breakfast

The same late night, in the silent room, there was only the sound of a fire burning.

In the light of the jumping fire, Ye Qingxuan leaned on the bed, lowered his head to turn over the heavy book in his hand, and there was only the sound of salsa rubbing the pages in the silence.

In the shadow of the corner, Laura's figure emerged. Seeing his calm appearance, her slender eyebrows were slightly raised, and her tone mocked: "It looks confident."

Ye Qingxuan raised his head and squeezed his chin in confusion: "Is there something wrong?"

"Do you really intend to take this group of guys straight into the mist to save the world?" Laura poured a basin of cold water, "Don't let me remind you of how stupid the new sky is.

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"How is it possible? I haven't lost my mind and become a lunatic."

"But it looks no different from a madman."

Lola glanced at him and said coldly: "It's okay to want to save the world, but you have to have a plan?"

"Don't worry, there is always a plan.'

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and continued to read the book: "No matter what, when Anglu has been silent, the Fifth Department is probably the only force that can change the situation.

This is Maxwell's painstaking effort. If even the fifth sector loses control, it will be completely hopeless. "

"This is your plan? Relying on a group of killers and spies? There is a specialization in the art industry. Ye Qingxuan, the realm of demons is completely different from human beings. Even the murderous executioner and the invincible warrior may not be able to It’s best at this time."

"Don't worry about this."

Ye Qingxuan reads the book, but smiles meaningfully: "They will come in handy, it won't take long."

In the long silence, there was only the sound of turning the scroll in Ye Qingxuan's hand.

Lola looked at him attentively, and couldn't help but curl her lips:

"What are you looking at?"

"This?"

Ye Qingxuan shook the book in his hand and smiled: "The music theory of a school called Dinar originated from the old school of the dark ages. It has been developing in Burgundy over the years and has no contact with the outside world. Many."

As Ye Qingxuan flipped through it, a faint moonlight appeared on the empty scroll.

The moonlight outlines fine handwriting and music theory, flowing on the pages of the book, intertwined with vivid and detailed images.

It's like a research notebook of a certain musician, a detailed record of one's own movement and research.

For example, a wave of crows gathered by thousands of flying birds, countless strange feasts and noisy summer nights...

Weird rituals that turn people into nightmares, as well as various weird studies, and even ways to communicate and trade with unknown beings in the etheric world.

As the pages turn, the young musician described in the book gradually ages, and in the end, he becomes the old musician at the end of the illustration.

After a long time for more than a hundred years, he lived with the strangeness, even turned into a strangeness, and has faintly become a creature of the etheric world.

"The ‘essential fusion’ inherited from the classical school?"

Lola sneered clearly: "This old topic of the old age has long been replaced by a more subdivided field, but hasn't it been eliminated?

There is nothing to study in this dead end, right? "

"Some theories are quite interesting."

Ye Qingxuan shrugged, "Unfortunately, the direction is wrong, no matter how hard you work and work, it will be that way. After the novelty disappears, there is no meaning for Qing Chuanzhi Mingmin and the ridiculous crossing of Si Si

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He closed the book and yawned: "Go to sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow."

Lola disappeared into the shadows.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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Boom!

In the basement, Oden collapsed to the ground.

With the crackling sound of the head burst, Mandel's corpse fell to the ground, and the scarlet and gray serum shot, falling on Oden's face, smearing his face pale.

The boiling brain pulp falls into the mouth, bringing a disgusting salty taste.

He just felt black in front of his eyes and almost fainted on the ground.

He has no idea...what happened to his mother?

Since the end of Mandel's ceremony, the old man has been standing there in a daze, desperate, and the ether around him fluctuates constantly.

Sometimes it's like talking to someone you can't see, but there is nothing in your eyes.

It seems that the soul has been looted long ago.

Until now, I was convulsing and my head burst suddenly.

With Mandel's death, the ether furnace in the middle of the room cracked silently, the flame went out, the pungent smoke filled, and the strange scream bred in the flame disappeared.

Mercury fell from the ceiling like rain.

It's cold to the bone.

Oden shivered, he staggered up from the ground, and rushed out the door.

Can't stay here anymore.

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In the early morning, Xavier woke up from bed.

The damp sea breeze seeps in through the cracks in the door, and moss is almost growing on the damp bedding.

He took a deep breath and rubbed his face, only to feel a moment of relief.

Perhaps because of Master Mandel's assurance that he hasn't slept so well in a long time, as if he had come back to life again, no longer tired.

The sound of a knock on the door sounded.

"Colonel, breakfast is ready."

The person outside said: "Do you want to bring it to the room for you?"

"No more."

Xavier got up and said lightly: "I'm going to the restaurant, you go and invite Mr. Ye to come with me."

The sound of footsteps outside the door is gone.

In this way, during breakfast, he can appreciate the appearance of Ye Qingxuan’s body being dragged out of the room.

. The corpse with the blood of the nobleman might be more noble, and it would be good if it was used as a side meal.

He drew his dagger, and cleaned the stubble that had just emerged from the mirror in the living room. In the end, he looked at himself in the glasses, dignified and majestic as iron.

Xavier nodded in satisfaction.

This is the last bitter day. After Ye Qingxuan is dealt with, there will be no more trouble. Such a face is also appropriate to welcome a new life.

No longer looking at the cracks in the mirror, he ******** and opened the door.

In the early morning, the cave monastery is silent.

On this dull sea, only the torches on the wall are burning dimly, making it difficult to discern the dawn and dusk.

Many people have already got up. They are sitting in the aisles and rooms, the kitchen carts the dining car, and pour the boiled paste into their tin water cups. Before it gets cold, they are spooned into it. Mouth.

After days of torture, everyone turned pale, bowed their heads, sitting in the corner like a prisoner, silently making no sound.

The heat is almost over.

Xavier thought about the next arrangement in his heart, walked through the aisle, and opened the kitchen door.

Then I saw Oden sitting in the corner.

The man like a writer sat on a bench, like a pin felt, pale, curled up tremblingly. Seeing Xavier coming in, he reluctantly forced a smile, but avoided his eyes.

Xavier was stunned.

An inexplicable cold got into the collar, almost freezing him.

Something is wrong, but he can't tell...just think it's bad.

Then he heard the voice from the main seat.

"Sorry, I took your place."

The gray-haired young man sat in his place, slicing the fried tender beef on the plate, slowly cooking.

"I'm hungry, I didn't wait for you. I hope you don't get angry."

"Ye... Qingxuan?"

Xavier's face trembled and twitched.

For an instant, it was like an invisible nightmare attached to him, drew all his strength away, causing panic to boil from his chest, and his eyes were dim.

He stepped back subconsciously, but saw that two people were already standing at the door, not knowing when.

They looked at themselves indifferently, without saying a word.

"Sit down."

Ye Qingxuan pointed to the seat opposite to him, "I brought some mushrooms on the boat. I asked the chef to make the soup. It tastes good. Drink it while it is hot."

Xavier stood stiffly on the spot, for a long time, struggling forward, pulling away the chair, and sitting in that position.

A steaming soup is exuding the scent of cream, Tianzong Mage

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He picked up the spoon, but hesitated, not daring to speak. Soon, the hot soup just out of the pot was covered with a layer of oily skin in the cold, which is a pity.

"Aren't you hungry?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him, stretched out his hand, and took the soup away: "Then give it to me, I'm not full yet."

Xavier opened his mouth to say something, but made no sound.

In the silence, there was only the sound of Ye Qingxuan drinking soup.

For a long time, he put down the spoon and sighed contentedly.

"The cream is a bit too much, but it tastes so good, praise the chef. After being bumped at sea for so long and drinking a bowl of hot soup, I feel that the whole person is alive.

It's a pity that you don't drink such a good soup. "

Xavier was silent, and stiffly put down the spoon in his hand, his fingers trembling slightly.

"I just found out that this location is really good, right in front of my room~IndoMTL.com~Ye Qingxuan took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, seemingly chatting: "If you eat breakfast, there is a frozen one. The body was dragged out of the room, it must be very pleasing to the eye. "

In the silence, a small sound came from outside the door.

Someone took out a headless corpse from the basement and dragged it past the door little by little, and dragged it to the distance. A muffled noise was heard vaguely, as if something had fallen into the sea.

"Since the meal has been eaten, let's talk about business."

Ye Qingxuan looked at his pale face and said softly: "About the Burgundians."

The last fluke in Xavier's heart was extinguished.

His face is gray.

It's like being a teenager in an instant, I can't sit still, and almost slipped off the chair.

Ye Qingxuan threw two passports on the table, as well as a travel guide that was turned over. He looked at the harbor scenery on the cover and smiled:

"Calais is a good place, all seasons are like spring, warm breeze blowing. Open the windows, you can see the harbor, and wild cats basking in the sun on the eaves.

You choose a good place for yourself, where you have a real estate, and a four hundred thousand pounds ecclesiastical draft, you can spend the enviable second half of your life, and then buy a decent funeral.

You can live a lifetime of peace and joy, away from all dangers and struggles.

I have to say, you sold your colleague for a good price. They will also thank you in hell. "

"Enough!"

Xavier finally made a sound.

He clenched his fists and glared at Ye Qingxuan: "What do you know! I just do it for..."

"It doesn't matter for anything."

Ye Qingxuan interrupted him, lacking interest: "I'm not interested in listening to your difficulties and excuses for betrayal. Anyway, you have betrayed, haven't you?" (To be continued.)