Crown of Silence

Chapter 123 Good friends

In the afternoon sunset, the last ray of light passed away quietly. The lights were still on in the basement.

Ciel stared intently at the leather gown on the shelf in front of him, repairing the damage and tears on it.

Although he originally thought the design was perfect, now it seems that once something is put into actual use, there will be many problems.

In just one night, many problems have already occurred.

Ciel opened the inside of the dress and carefully examined the 'iron bones' inside, muttering bits and pieces: "The shoulders are not strong enough. If they bear the load for a long time, they may suffer from metal fatigue.

There are also some problems with the force-guiding structure, but they shouldn't be too troublesome to correct. But one's own stability is a problem...Junior brother is really going to have a problem, he has to reduce the weight and ensure it is solid..."

"Are you still busy?"

A voice came from behind.

"Teacher?" Charles turned around in surprise: "Isn't it class time now?"

Abraham spread his hands: "The only student who is willing to go to class is also absent from class today."

"Where's Junior Brother?"

"Still sleeping, maybe you're tired?"

"He gets tired too? It sounds like a joke."

Charles shook his head: "Sometimes I really feel like he is made of iron. But even if he is made of iron, if you put so much pressure on yourself, you will suffer from metal fatigue, right? It has only been a month, and you have already figured it out. Rhythm level..."

"A month so soon? It feels like a few days have passed."

Abraham sighed: "I was originally worried that you two wouldn't get along well, but now it seems that you are already very good friends."

"A good friend?" Charles seemed to remember something and couldn't help laughing.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just heard a joke two days ago."

Charles said: "So-called good friends are like stars. No matter you may not see them often, you know that as long as you raise your head, they will always be there looking at you from a distance. It is useless." "

"...Char, why do I feel that you deserve more and more beatings?"

"I don't want to either, teacher."

Ciel spread his hands helplessly, but his expression was a little helpless: "I used to dream about a very interesting comic book when I was dreaming. The comic told the story of a bat warrior. He fights evil in his own city. There are many powerful enemies.

While safeguarding justice, he met a group of good friends with high abilities. Some of them can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, and their eyes are full of radiation. Some are female warriors in three-point bikinis, some can emit green light, and some can follow... Fish talk. They united as one and even signed up as members of the Tights Club.

But no matter how many good friends he has, Bat Warrior will always fight alone. When he faces a powerful enemy alone, his group of good friends are useless...

Just like leaves. "

He turned around and looked at the gowns on the rack, his eyes dimming: "Teacher, look, I also want to become a hero with radioactive eyes, but unfortunately, I'm just a loser. Sometimes, I I really feel like I’m about to become a useless good friend.”

Abraham was silent for a long time and patted him on the shoulder: "There are some things that others are destined to not be able to help with."

Ciel shrugged.

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"Speaking of which, I feel that Junior Brother has been acting strangely recently."

"Maybe he's grown up?"

Abraham nodded and said, "You were like that back then, secretly stuffing pornographic books and periodicals under the bed."

"Ahem, that's not what I meant."

Ciel choked on his own saliva and quickly explained: "I mean, although he looks the same as usual, his eyes look like he is afraid of something."

"Oh." Abraham nodded.

"Teacher, do you have any solution?"

Abraham shook his head.

"Teacher, there's nothing you can do?"

"Actually, in my opinion, if you are afraid, just be afraid. Why do you have to force yourself not to be afraid?" Abraham looked at him: "Char, when you were young, didn't you often have nightmares?"

Ciel's smile stiffened and he looked elsewhere: "...That's all in the past."

"Well, it will all pass."

Abraham said.

The room fell silent again.

In the long silence, Charles stared at the skeleton in front of him and suddenly asked softly: "Teacher, are you afraid of anything?"

"I do, there are a lot of them."

Abraham nodded calmly, but his eyes were a little sad: "A few days ago, I was very afraid that the college would not pay me... After all, you know, you owe a lot of money, and if you can't pay it, it will be difficult for you to do in the college. "

"Well……"

Looking at him, Abraham laughed.

"The older a person gets, the more things they worry about and the more things they fear. When I was young, I always thought it would be good if I didn't fear anything. But, is it really good if I don't fear anything?

There’s no need to force yourself, right? "

In Ciel's silence, Abraham stretched out his hand and lifted the dress on the rack: "Is this your work? It's very well done."

Ciel shrugged, "If I can't be a musician, I can only do these things. They are all gadgets."

"Actually, it's not a pity if you can't be a musician. Being a famous craftsman will also be respected. As long as you live long enough, it's fine. Is there anyone who stipulates what you must do to be right? I originally wanted to train Ye Zi to be a scholar.

Unfortunately, it seems that he probably doesn't want to be a scholar now. I can only help him in other ways."

As he said, Abraham stretched out his hand to the air, and the four fingers of the steel prosthesis slowly opened, as if holding something. So, the 'Requiem' barrier that originally enveloped the entire academy was split open.

The huge barrier that existed in the air and was everywhere was now secretly operating, and the thick ether as solid as substance emerged from the cracks and flowed into the basement, rippling with magnificent light.

On the black iron arm, a pitch-black violin emerged silently, the strings vibrated, playing a melodious and quiet melody.

When that melody sounded, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

All things are no longer restless, but have entered an indescribable peace, as if they have fallen asleep, and entered a peaceful dream. There is no killing, no anxiety, and no hesitation.

All things have returned to such a peaceful state.

This is a fragment of the legendary "Dragon Sleeping Barrier", which originated from the silent score of "Requiem", which makes all musician-level music lose its effect.

——Resonance-level music. Tranquility!

The ether ripples with that melody, causing waves, and everything falls asleep wherever it passes.

In the layers of waves, Abraham swayed the melody, controlling this huge power to gather on the black windbreaker, transforming into notes and sinking into it.

On the steel skeleton, layers of complex music scores slowly lit up and gradually disappeared. In the end, as the melody disappeared, it returned to its original appearance.

And the original "tranquil" music score has been delicately and carefully sealed in it.

Although Abraham was not an alchemist of the Transmutation faction, he turned it into a seal based on the research of the Forbidden faction, and transplanted it into the dress, making it into an alchemical equipment.

"Compared to professional alchemists, the seals I made can only be used as disposable consumables."

Abraham shook his head regretfully and hung it back on the shelf.

"For him, it is enough for the time being."

Charles sensed the power of the dress and carefully identified:

"Once the 'Quiet Barrier' is activated, the area within ten meters will become an ether silence zone for only half a minute. For all music below the resonance level, musicians who have not broken through the barrier of knowledge and perception cannot mobilize the ether.

With it, no matter what happens, at least there is no problem in saving your life."

Abraham was silent, looking at his steel arm. On the inside of the arm, the constantly shining note seemed to remind him of something.

He reached out and sensed the rune that would be activated with just a little stimulation, as well as the ‘movement’ contained in it, which was enough to burn himself and the whole house to ashes - this was his shackles and chains.

Abraham retracted his gaze and sighed softly:

“There is only so much I can do.”

——

Ye Qingxuan woke up from his sleep, feeling sore all over, and the overloaded ether control made him dizzy.

Even if there was Jiuxiao Huanpei to perform delicate operations on his behalf, just playing multiple notes was exhausting for him.

Even if the movement of "Black Friday" was tailor-made for him by his father, he had to control every ‘interval’ by himself.

He had to control the superposition and combination of notes to form the structure of the ‘interval’, just like controlling characters to create phrases, and then these phrases were pieced together into sentences and paragraphs, which were the ‘bars’ in the movement.

Every bar required his full concentration. If he hadn't hidden in the coffin last night, he would have been exposed long ago.

"I hope I won't be so exhausted tonight."

Ye Qingxuan rubbed his face, got up from the bed, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

But when he looked at the mirror, even he was startled by the person in the mirror.

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In the dim light, the white-haired boy stood silently in the shadow, staring at the mirror, his eyes were slightly dark, as if he was sleep deprived, but his eyes were sharp, like a sword that gradually became sharper after forging.

But the friendliness and indifference that were no longer forgotten were no longer enthusiastic.

After gaining something, something was lost.

Perhaps it was really like what Charles said, the classroom was originally a place where blood and tears were exchanged for lessons, and the most effective education was to give pain.

Xiacheng District is a good school, although what he learned was not what he wanted.

Ye Qingxuan looked at the mirror for a long time and sighed softly.

"Junior brother, do you think you are so handsome that you can't even recognize yourself?" A faint voice came from the side, making Ye Qingxuan shudder subconsciously.

"Senior brother, please don't scare people by appearing and disappearing all the time, okay?" He sighed.

"I know, I know, when a person is intoxicated with his own beauty, he hates being disturbed the most." Charles came over, combed his hair in front of the mirror, and admired:

"To be honest, I often have this feeling. How could such a handsome man in the mirror be me? Every time I see someone who is so handsome, my knees can't help but go weak... A few days ago, when I looked in the mirror in the morning, I couldn't help but kneel down to myself!"

"Brother!"

Ye Qingxuan was almost unable to suppress the itch of his hands and wanted to beat this guy to death.

"Okay, I understand, shut up, right?"

Charles shrugged and patted his shoulder: "Brother."

"Hmm?"

Charles played with the soap box on the sink and whistled: "It's been so long since you took a shower, have you noticed that you haven't put on your pants yet?"

"..."Ye Qingxuan raised his head speechlessly and sighed to the sky.

No matter who it is, a thunder will come down and kill this guy.