Silent Crown Chapter 8: Error

　　 Although the Dark Age has been over a hundred years ago, the frantic etheric storm of that year still remains in every corner of the world. Except for most people, there are hidden dangers in other places except the gathering area. Therefore, almost everyone has been seriously warned by parents, teachers, and guards:

　　"——Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, don't go outside the settlement!"

　　 But now Ye Qingxuan doesn't care about it. He just overturned the wall and couldn't trouble him.

　　 is just this direction, which makes him faintly familiar... Is it the direction of the lighthouse?

　　 Normally, if they go to the lighthouse, they will not pass through this forest at all. There is a long way from the sea to the main gate of the lighthouse. But he couldn't understand why Vito chose to run out of such a dangerous shortcut?

　　 If he wants to leave here, he can leave from any boat at the pier. Hidden quietly in the warehouse, when the sailor found him, he had been hundreds of kilometers away.

　　In the deep dense forest, Old Fei suddenly stopped.

　　 It lowered its head and looked down at its feet.

　　 Ye Qingxuan hasn't seen Lao Fei show such a fierce expression for a long time. It bared its teeth, its front paws digging through the dirt on the ground, glaring at the puddle of dark red mud in front of it... there was a smell of blood on it.

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　　 Ye Qingxuan did not hesitate any more, speeding up, after passing through the dense forest and thorns, ran under the lighthouse.

　　The heavy iron gate has been around for hundreds of years. The dark surface looks full of rust, but the inside is still as clean as new. It is not opened by a key, but by turning the cipher disc at the door.

Father 　　 gave the password to Ye Qingxuan, and even knew it with Vito.

　　 But Vito has always been too lazy to come to this place. Why does Jin want to come here today?

　　 Ye Qingxuan pushed open the door hard, and the evening sun finally rushed into the space behind the door, dancing with dust, illuminating the dark stairs, and also illuminating the teenager sitting on the stairs.

　　 A strong smell of blood rushed over his face.

　　 On the stairs, Vito was holding a small box and looking at the entrance silently, his eyes fierce, like a wild beast.

　　 His arm was cut open by something, leaving a deep bone scar, even if it was bandaged, the blood continued to drip out. But he still held the dagger in his hand, as if he was about to stab all creatures that dared to break through.

　　 Until he saw Ye Qingxuan's white hair, the ferocity in his eyes gradually faded and dimmed again.

　　 "Vito?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan was stunned: "How did you... become like this?"

　　 "Sorry, Ye Zi, I was so embarrassed by you."

　　 He forced a painful smile and looked down at the box in his arms: "I just wanted to steal some money when I was running, but I got into trouble..."

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　　 "Last night, I planned to leave from the dock to avoid the wind. A ship to Birmingham docked temporarily. At that time, Jason, who was moving cargo, came to me and said there was a sale."

　　"Sale?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan frowned when he heard this word. Of course he knew what the workers on the dock were talking about ‘business’. It is nothing more than stealing passengers’ luggage or goods. These people have good unpacking skills and usually don’t steal many things, so few people find that they have stolen things. When passengers find that they are missing something in their luggage, the ship may have reached its destination.

　　"He told me that there was someone who got off the boat with us tonight.

　　 looks like an out-of-town man. He wears a ring with jewels, and his clothes are also first-class. He should be rich. So the two of them combined to scrape a layer of water off this person. "

　　He paused for a while, his voice hoarse: "Thinking about earning some travel expenses, I agreed."

　　"According to the plan, the two of them used the name of selling souvenirs to attract his attention. I took the opportunity to take away the small box he was carrying..."

　　 "You were caught?"

　　 "Worse than that, I succeeded."

　　 Vito squeezed out an ugly smile, his face twitching: "I stole the box and made an appointment to meet at a place outside the pier. I didn't go in time because of a stomach trouble.

　　 But when I pass by, they are all dead. "

　　His pupils spread out, and Ye Qingxuan was firmly clasped with his palm, as if he had been thrown into the ice cellar, shaking slightly.

　　 "They are all dead, Ye... was cut into several pieces and thrown into the sea."

　　 His voice was like a monster about to rush out of his throat, vague and cold, and Ye Qingxuan was stunned and caught off guard.

　　"All dead?"

　　 "I saw them cut into pieces by that man."

　　 Vito looked at the scar on his arm, the fear in his eyes could not dissipate: "If it weren’t for me to run fast, I’m afraid I would be torn apart now? Is this what Dongfang said, Ye Zi? It’s so fast."

　　"Stop nonsense, where is there such a thing as retribution in this world, you calm down." Ye Qingxuan pressed his shoulder: "Who is that guy? I'll report to the guard..."

　　 "It's useless!"

　　 Vito interrupted him and clasped his shoulder tightly: "Leaf, let’s go, don’t stay here, as if you haven’t seen me. You don’t know who I offended."

　　 Ye Qingxuan broke away from his hand and snatched the small box from his arms. The lock of the long black box has been smashed, and you can feel the soft texture of the leather at first, and you know that it is very valuable just by touching it.

　　Although he had already prepared to hide a box of jewels or green gold bars inside, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help taking a breath of air when he opened the box.

　　 There is a layer of soft sponge in the box. There is also a layer of black brocade on the sponge. The brocade is well-made, and when you touch it, it feels as soft as running water. On the edge of the sponge pad, there are also several grids with some exquisite spare parts. They are exquisitely crafted and gorgeous, with metal forged patterns.

　　 But nothing can take away the status of the thing in the middle of the box.

　　 It is a dark red iron product, after an excellent forging process, it is painted by a craftsman. The surface of Guanghua was spotless, reflecting the pale faces of two people.

　　—that's a clarinet.

　　 "You stole a musician's weapon?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan stared blankly at the contents of the box, and felt a chill spread from under his feet to the top of his head:

　　 "Vito, do you know what you did?"

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　　In the great and sacred place of Anglo, the House of Lords issued regulations as early as decades ago. Once a citizen obtains a formal qualification as a musician, he will automatically be granted the status of nobility and the same status as a baron. .

　　 There is no need for military service, no taxation, or even compliance with the law. After a crime, it can only be tried by a special court. All offenses against musicians are insults to the kingdom and add to the crime.

　　 And this status is just the most basic respect for musicians. Because it is even more famous, it is the horrible reputation that musicians will bring nightmares once they kill.

　　 Once in the Hamelin area, a village regretted after hiring a street musician to drive away the bandits, refused to pay the reward, and planned to drive him away by force. Annoyed into anger, the musician played the recorder and controlled the group of ruthless employers who gathered in a queue, singing and dancing, dug a grave for themselves, then cut each other's wrists and lay in the coffin. .

　　The whole village, no chickens and dogs.

　　 So far, that musician is still ranked 62nd on the Most Wanted List, and is titled ‘Hamelin’s Clarinet Player’.

　　 is the same as it, there are dozens of bedtime stories used to scare children, such as creating seven golems to break the castle, killing the Queen’s Snow Musician, manipulating the beast wave to attack the village, and looting the old grandmother. The puppet master who was attached to the long-nosed puppet to strangle the lying child, the gray banshee who kidnapped the crown prince with a pumpkin cart for a pair of crystal shoes, transformed her body into a fish, and called the storm to drown the'Prince Fleet' The Wizard of the Sea...

　　Some of these stories are nonsense, and some are adaptations of actual events. In the above stories, there are several parties lying on the wanted list, and they have not moved the rankings for more than a decade.

　　 I don’t know how many blood and tears are contained in countless horror rumors, true or false. Perhaps some demonized the musician... But at least it shows that no one wants to provoke a musician for nothing.

　　 And now, Vito has stolen the musician's life-saving instrument...

　　 "I know a musician, let's go find him!"

　　 Ye Qingxuan stuffed the clarinet into the box again, and involuntarily dragged Vito out of the windmill.

　　 "No matter what the price is, I will let him get rid of this for you."

　　 Ye Qingxuan said softly: "Vito, no matter who the musician is, I won't just watch you die in front of me."

　　"But it's too late~IndoMTL.com~Leaf."

　　 Vito seemed to feel something, and his expression became bitter.

　　He turned his head and looked around: "He has come."

　　In the dense forest, there was a foul-smelling wind blowing from the deepest part, with a rotten breath.

　　 The leaves shook, making a rustling sound.

　　 The dimly setting sun was about to fall below the sea level, and finally the remaining light illuminates the withered leaves on the branches, as well as the mist spreading from a distance.

　　 The mist slowly spread from all directions, like a living thing. It seemed extremely slow, but it drowned them in an instant. Numerous strange shadows flashed through the fog, and a disgusting clammy was engulfed in a patch of gray.

　　While panting in fear, Ye Qingxuan heard a low voice singing vaguely.

　　 "The Avalon Bridge is going to collapse, collapse, collapse..."

　　 Then the foul-smelling mist rose from all directions, becoming thicker and harder to distinguish. It was as if a resentful spirit was pulling their hands, feet and hair, making their running suddenly slow, almost unable to breathe.

　　"Build it up with iron bars, iron railings, iron railings..."

　　 Then, the sound of iron scraping came from the paleness.

　　 In the deep voice of singing, Ye Qingxuan felt the box in his arms vibrate. It was the musical instrument in it that resonated because of the familiar singing, and made its own voice to the owner.

　　 Suddenly, the sharp sound of countless iron pieces intertwined through the silence.