Silent Crown Chapter 842: Select

There was a fire in the fireplace, and the pine knots crackled in the flames.

Don Juan sat on the sofa next to him and was on fire, silent, while another uninvited villain stood in the corner of the study, looking at the chief judge's collection.

Wearing an old gray-black robe, he looks like a wanderer. Compared with the scene here, it is completely inconsistent. But it has an unspeakable momentum.

Even if he doesn't say a word, it's as if he is the master here.

The King of Blue.

"Coffee or wine?"

Ye Qingxuan stood in front of the wine cabinet and turned to ask Don Juan.

"Water is good."

Soon, a glass of water was placed in front of him, and Ye Qingxuan sat on the sofa opposite him, silently waiting for him to speak.

Don Juan changed his posture on the sofa a little uncomfortably. At the end, he glanced at the old man in the gray robe and couldn't help sighing: "I'm sorry..."

"It doesn't matter." Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "If the king of blue relies on the old and sells the old, few people in this world can refuse."

"No, actually...I brought him here."

Don Juan lowered his eyes, sighed, and spit out the last hesitation. In this way, he skipped the part of greetings and retelling the past. When he raised his eyes again, his expression became calm.

"Little Ye Zi, I brought him here."

So, cutting off all the room for avoidance, he said: "Come and ask you to kill Charles."

In the long silence, Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes.

"Mr. Bach, follow our agreement. I brought you here. I can't do anything about the next thing."

Don Juan got up, curbed his deep dislike of himself, and didn't want to stay here anymore:

"Then, I'm anxious."

The sound of footsteps went away, and the door closed.

Bach stretched out his hand and placed the palm-sized black iron box on the table in front of Ye Qingxuan, and then sat opposite him.

"No matter what, I think I should come and talk to you."

He said: "At least let you see this."

"What is this?" Ye Qingxuan raised his indifferent eyes: "The local specialty of the holy city?"

"Probably."

Bach’s tone was calm: "As early as the first three kings decided to make the sacred cauldron, they were fully prepared for all possible situations.

This is a ‘natural disaster’ created by Dayuan.

The weapons compiled by the first three kings using the last technology of mankind before the Dark Age are also destined to be the last movement in this world.

Once it starts to play, it will break the balance within the sacred cauldron, destroy its foundation, and destroy it from the bottom up.

In the end, the system of the sacred cauldron established in the etheric realm will completely collapse, including all creations that rely on the sacred cauldron. Even musicians who are not disconnected will be swallowed by the rioting ether...

Like the power of the collapse of all things, it will form an unprecedented wave, reaching a height that has never been reached in the etheric realm, breaking all barriers, rushing into the great source, and cleaning all records again. "

He said: "Including the Shire."

Once the sacred cauldron is lost, the last afterglow of the golden age of mankind will be completely extinguished, and the whole world will once again return to the dark age.

In this process, everything related to the sacred cauldron will lose its foundation with the collapse of the sacred cauldron.

Including the Shire who was born in the sacred cauldron.

After losing the foundation of the pillar, the gods created by man will fall with the temple.

The imprints in the Kingdom of God·Eden and Great Source will also be wiped out in the etheric storm that has lasted for thousands of years.

Slay a **** by destroying a world.

The premise is...Someone can really seize the opportunity to wake up that thing at the core.

"What a great idea."

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but smile, and admired the drummer: "I didn't expect such a wise man to come up with such an amazing solution.

Ah, it’s great, it’s great, the world is saved, mankind is saved!

So, who is going to tie the bell to the cat? Such a great and difficult task must be undertaken by Mr. Bach, right? "

Smiling so much, but the mockery and malice in the words have almost condensed into substance.

With anger and cold killing intent.

"No, I can't do it."

Bach answered frankly: "I am not his opponent."

He said: "If it is the Shire, I still have the possibility to die together. But if the opponent is the **** of the world who abandons the identity of human beings and re-enters the throne of God, I have no chance of winning."

"So rely on me?"

Ye Qingxuan sneered: "Isn't the attitude of asking for help like this? Isn't Mr. Bach too insincere to be so empty handed?"

"If sincerity can make you change your mind, this place has long been filled with treasures of the nations."

As if not feeling any humiliation, Bach's tone remained calm: "But if you want something, you might as well speak up."

Ye Qingxuan smiled: "What if I want the heads of all the principals involved in the trial of Shire?"

"It may take a while."

This is Bach’s answer, "Five days."

In the face of the survival of the entire world, those in power were ruthlessly abandoned by the guardians of the world, without even wasting any time for thinking.

"Whether I agree or not..."

Ye Qingxuan's laughter turned cold: "Why do you think I can do it?"

"Because in your body, there is still a human nature that Charles cannot give up. Ye Qingxuan, you are the only person who can kill the gods."

"What if I refuse?"

"Then I will do my duty and challenge the gods.

But at best, it probably only delays the countdown to total destruction by about a week. "

Speaking of his own death, Bach lowered his head and looked at the gray dress on his body that was once a noble blue, his eyes were filled with relief without regret:

"Compared to the true gods, the current Charles is just a baby, too young to use that inhuman power.

When He devours me, he who has the authority of the King of Blue will inherit the experience of the King of Blue for thousands of years, and no one can stop him, including you. "

"It's so sad, Bach. The dignified king can only become a living poisonous wine now-but this way of dealing with'one death' really has your style.

But, is this really good? "

When saying this, Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes to reveal the darkness in them. After the gloomy anger, he never concealed his mockery and contempt:

"Have you always been unilaterally evading your duties? Run into the dark world to open up land? It sounds good, but in essence it is just self-exile, and then you block your ears and pretend you can’t see anything. That's it.

You could have prevented all of this, but you chose to watch the mess worsen beyond control from a distance.

Finally, go to death in an understatement-so that you can have an explanation?

What the **** are you telling! ! ! "

Ye Qingxuan got up from the chair, looked down at Bach, and stared at those seemingly calm eyes: "Bach, if you have a little sense of responsibility, things will not turn out like this!

You are not even as good as the Scarlet King, he at least has the courage to make a decision.

And you, sitting and watching countless opportunities slip away from your eyes...

Where did your face come to me? ! Where did that grand-sounding tone speak to me? ! Isn't the current situation caused by you alone? ! "

"Do you want me to apologize?"

Bach looked at him, his old face was still as calm as iron: "You can kneel down."

"Does an apology and kneeling work? Can you recover your mistakes?" Ye Qingxuan suppressed the nausea surging in his chest: "Bach, if you really have a little bit of sincerity, at least don't say that for The world sacrificed its beautiful words! I'm a little...thinking."

Bach closed his eyes wearily.

This is the first time a human-like weak expression has appeared on his face.

In the long silence, he sighed softly.

Bitter and tired.

"Before he died, my teacher once said to me that I was not suitable to be the King of Blue. But I did not understand.

It was not until after his death, when I stood in front of the whole world for the first time and heard the cruel sound of it as if it was about to swallow the stars, I realized that this is not something that talent and ability can support. Heavy burden.

As you said, Ye Qingxuan--I am a weak person. I don't have the courage to make choices for the whole world. I dare not face everyone's expectations. I can only banter myself and hide in the dark world.

I admire the Scarlet King. At least he has the courage to make a decision. I also admire the Yellow King. At least... he still has the courage to escape.

For hundreds of years, countless people have changed in the position of the Three Kings, including men and women, old and young, and even once weakened and lost, but only one thing has not changed.

That is to torture and curse the inheritors.

——Either be overwhelmed by immense responsibility or overwhelmed by immense pain. "

He said, "There are no exceptions, Ye Qingxuan. No."

When he said this, he slowly got up, gave up the idea of ​​staying and continued to persuade, and re-supported the old wooden staff, ready to leave.

"Before leaving, there is one more thing to tell you."

He pointed to the box he had left on the table: "That thing, the Order originally planned to use it against your ethernet.

But if you want to modify it, you must have the authority of the Three Kings. King Huang refused and chose to give you his power to maintain the world.

Perhaps he didn't tell you, but this is the choice he made.

And now, it's your turn to choose. "

Bach left his last words:

"If you really want to prove that we are wrong, and really want to bring some salvation to something... don't lose this opportunity."

The door closed, and the sound of footsteps left.

From beginning to end, Ye Qingxuan was silent and did not speak any more.

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When Ye Qingxuan saw Don Juan again, he was sitting on a chair by the beach, smoking a cigarette quietly.

The followers stood far away, afraid to approach him, as if there was an angry lion hidden in the skin of that thin man.

"Are there cigarettes?"

Speaking, Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, as if knowing which pocket he would put the cigarette in, took it out skillfully, lit it, and sat beside him.

Accompany him to watch the evening tide in the distance.

"Nothing to say?"

Ye Qingxuan asked.

"I have prepared a lot, which one do you want to listen to?"

Don Juan leaned on the chair and suddenly laughed softly.

"Life always has to face a choice, Xiaoyezi, once a good opportunity is missed, it will never come again."

"If you join hands with me, the world is in our hands."

"As long as the last stumbling block is removed, we will control the new order together..."

As if talking to himself, he talked to himself for a long time, persuading his invisible friends, so affectionate.

In the end, it stopped abruptly.

In the sound of the ocean tide, there was only a hoarse laughter, so mocking and mocking myself.

"Before coming, I had imagined the way we met countless times, countless words.

How should I show you my achievements, how should I surprise you... How should I let you see, I have come out ahead and become a great man. "

"It shouldn't be like this, the scene we met, it shouldn't be like this."

He whispered softly, and bowed his head tiredly: "I let you down, I obviously...it should be the only one on your side."

"Think about it carefully, I haven't been to Burgundy yet."

Ye Qingxuan was smoking a cigarette and suddenly asked: "Are you married?"

Don Juan was stunned, he thought for a moment, and replied: "Probably, it's coming soon."

"How about the bride? Is it pretty?"

"Well, well-behaved." Don Juan said softly, "Not very clever, sometimes a bit silly."

Ye Qingxuan asked, "Do you like it?"

"Probably."

Don Juan sighed softly: "After all, I don't know if she wasn't the lady of Antoine Watt, I would love her."

"What silly things to say, you think so, you just care about her."

Ye Qingxuan looked back at him and laughed softly: "If this is the case, wouldn't it be excusable for you to do this?"

"It's still so naive, Little Ye Zi."

Don Juan shook his head, bitterly: "Can you forgive me because of this?"

"Well, this is enough."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, got up from the ground, and threw the cigarette to the distant tide.

He murmured softly in the smashing sound of the tide.

"Your Majesty Don Juan, I once had a friend who was very similar to you."

"His name is Vito, and he is not a kind person. Even if I tried my best, in the end it didn't make him give up those absurd ideas."

"But many times, I will miss him."

"He has taken care of me for so many years, and his absurd desire to indulge me has also supported me through the hardest road in life.

To me, he is a man who cannot be parted, just like Shire. "

Ye Qingxuan turned around, looked at the sluggish man, and smiled:

"This is true whether it is in the past or in the present."

Don Juan looked at him blankly, as if frozen.

"...Is that so?"

"That's it."

Ye Qingxuan nodded.

This is a categorical answer.

In the long silence, Don Juan lowered his head as if to hide something.

"Vito would be very happy if he knew that he could be valued so much by you, right? Time...it's late." He staggered up from the ground: "Thank you for your hospitality, I should go now. ."

Turning her back to Ye Qingxuan, whispered goodbye:

"Also, thank you."

"If there is a future, please come here again and take your wife with you."

Ye Qingxuan smiled: "Goodbye, Your Majesty Don Juan."

Goodbye, Vito.

Goodbye.

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In the middle of the night, Shi Dong woke up from a choking cough, and he smelled ashes amid the monotonous ticking of life support equipment.

Someone is sitting at the window.

"Don't smoke in the ward, your excellency, can you please cherish the life of my old man?"

Stone coughed, got up from the bed, turned on the light to illuminate the pink bear nightcap on his head~IndoMTL.com~ Then--" he asked, "There is another trouble coming home. Yet? "

"Although you don't want to disturb your long time waiting to die, you have to get up, old ghost."

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and opened the window: "Take out the ability of lending back then, you may have the most glorious moment in your life."

There was a roar from outside the window.

The whistle of the nomadic mountain burst out with a high-pitched sound, and the purification musicians and witch's hammer gathered on the beach, and the steel chariot moved out from under the opened earth, raising billowing dust.

The ashes brought by the war grew stronger, burning those old eyes red.

Shi Dong sniffed the pungent smell deeply, as if his face was radiant and sickly flushing appeared on his face:

"So, who is the enemy this time?"

"The whole world."

Ye Qingxuan pinched out the cigarette, got up, turned his head from the window, looked at him, those eyes seemed to be filled with the solemn glow from the sky:

"I grant you authority, and you will travel the countries in place of me. Whether it is a king or aristocrat or a surviving cardinal, we will retaliate against those who have persecuted us.

On the list I gave you, you have to burn two-thirds of the living people, and you have to dig up the graves of the dead and expose the corpses to the wilderness. Then go to lend money to the remaining survivors.

Tell them that this is the price of salvation! "

Shi Dong nodded, but didn't get up, just looked at him: "What about you? Your Excellency."

"Probably face the gods..."

Ye Qingxuan touched the small black iron box in his hand and whispered softly: "Then, make my choice."

Have you waited so long, Charles.

——I'm here.

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