Crown of Silence

Chapter 156 Redemption in the Quagmire

"Don't worry, I will help you resolve that rumor. You have nothing to do with the Blood Road, and you shouldn't have anything to do with this mess.

At least I have to be worthy of your father and keep you away from these dirty jobs. "

The shaman suddenly said softly, "You just need to return to the Royal Conservatory of Music and wait with peace of mind. Soon, order will be restored and Avalon will return to peace.

You can live your own life, Ye Qingxuan. "

But in the silence, the young man did not respond to his words. He just lowered his head and asked softly after a long time: "Do you think I can?"

The old man was stunned, "Isn't the shaman's guarantee not enough?"

Ye Qingxuan laughed and shook his head slowly: "This is not a guaranteed issue, nor is it something that can be solved with promises."

The shaman was about to say something, but he heard the young man's question:

"Even if you protect me? If one day, I really have something to do with Blood Road, will you choose the Shadow of Avalon, or the son of an insignificant old friend?

Whether you like it or not, I have been pulled into this quagmire. Now that I'm here, I at least want to figure out what's going on here.

Closing my eyes, plugging my ears, burying my head in the sand, and pretending nothing happened... This is not my style. "

"you do not trust me?"

"I just want to say that no one's guarantee is enough for this kind of thing."

The young man said softly: "You can make countless promises, but you only have one life, so you really can't fake it with others.

If my rejection makes you feel your self-esteem is hurt, I'm sorry, I still need to live cautiously and carefully. I don't want to die too early before completing something. "

The atmosphere turned cold.

The shaman stopped talking, as if he was examining the unruliness and rebellion in the young man's eyes.

"...In other words, after completing something, it doesn't matter if you die?"

Ye Qingxuan thought for a while and nodded:

"maybe."

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The shaman looked at him deeply, looked away, and his tone changed from soft to serious. He is no longer an old ghost, he has become a shaman, the dark emperor he once was.

"If you're not ready to leave, then you might as well do me a favor."

"Is there anything I can do to help Shaman?" Ye Qingxuan asked.

The shaman nodded, "As you can see, I am at war with the entire lower city, and there is a behemoth like the House of Representatives standing in front of me.

And the professor is a hindrance. "

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, "You are not even afraid of the Senate, but you still care about the professor?"

"That's because you don't know how destructive the professor is."

The shaman said, "For me, as long as there are concerns, there is a weakness; as long as there is a purpose, there are traces to follow. As long as there are benefits, then there is a lot to do.

It was a gamble and I had a lot of leverage, so I never worried about the House.

——But the professor is different from them. "

His eyes were full of coldness: "The professor is a lunatic and an unstable factor, because he doesn't care about any gambling at all, and no one knows what he is thinking. What's even more frightening is that he knows too much.

Nine years ago, he appeared in Avalon, single-handedly destroyed the rules and order I left behind, and led the city into a quagmire.

For so many years, he has been wandering around in this quagmire, digging up some dirty dark secrets, buying off party members, and building a network..."

"Even if he is alone, he can still cause huge damage, do you understand?"

He looked at Ye Qingxuan: "I can't leave a variable in my world. Professor, you must disappear."

"So let me go?" Ye Qingxuan asked.

"Didn't you originally want to go? I'm also very curious about why he is so persistent with you. He firmly believes that you have some kind of relationship with the Shadow of Avalon... You are also very curious about him, aren't you? It can be said that you It's even enjoyable because you found a good opponent.

——A perfect opposite of you. "

The shaman said, with a hint of fear in his eyes: "I hope you don't think that the professor is a lost dog, and he doesn't know what else is hidden in his hand.

From what I've heard, he's getting ready to raid the Royal Academy of Music. If it were a few days later, I'm afraid you would have to see him in the classroom. "

Ye Qingxuan was silent for this.

He was shocked by the professor's handiwork.

Over the years, there have been so many people in the lower city, so many people who have longed for the Shadow of Avalon... but no one has ever dared to set their sights on the Royal Conservatory of Music.

If Ye Qingxuan didn't go out, no one would dare to challenge him in the school except for the challenge from the nobles.

It was the cradle of royal musicians and the place where Anglo musicians were trained. Not to mention the superficial defense, there are countless research institutions hidden in secret. Not to mention the Knights of the Round Table who will fall from the sky once the alarm is triggered...

Professor wants to attack the Royal Academy of Music?

He's crazy? !

"So, you just need to find the professor. I believe in your ability. I will help you, and if necessary, I can even hire the monster butcher to solve this trouble. But I don't want to be there for the time being. How much energy is being spread out on him.”

The shaman stared at the towering black shadow of the city behind him and said softly: "After all, I still have to focus all my attention on the real enemy."

"parliament?"

"Someone in the Council. I suspect that the power of the evil god has penetrated into Avalon. To a certain extent, its followers may be hiding inside."

Ye Qingxuan was thoughtful and suddenly asked: "You mean, they deliberately contributed to this situation?"

The shaman nodded and said in a complicated tone, "Avalon allowed the lower city to become chaotic, right? They watched as the place deteriorated day by day, decayed day by day, and turned into a quagmire that could only produce blood.

The House wanted to see a city like this, and if they wanted to get their hands on the blood trail, they couldn't leave any excuse for the royal family to pursue it. The situation must be disrupted in order to fish in troubled waters.

Unfortunately, as long as I am still here, they are destined to not get the results they want. "

He said calmly: "The originators of the quagmire should be buried in the quagmire. I will bury their bones with my own hands."

"You came back just to stop them?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him: "You have already got out of this quagmire, haven't you? You can stand far away and watch a fun event that has nothing to do with you.

Why did you come back because of something like this? "

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In the silence, the shaman pondered for a long time:

"Maybe it's because of 'responsibility'?"

"Do you think you need to be responsible for this city?" Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but laugh.

"why not?"

The shaman asked back, but his eyes became helpless: "To be honest, sometimes I feel that I can't understand it. My time has passed, this city no longer welcomes me, why should I come back?

It's just asking for trouble. "

Ye Qingxuan was silent. The shaman noticed the awkward atmosphere and couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, I'm sorry, I said something you didn't understand."

He smoked his cigar and sighed sadly: "Actually, after I left Avalon, I worked as a writer for several years and published several books.

They were all poor collections of poems and folk tales, so sales were poor.

But some people like my poems very much, and I love them.

Sometimes I would hold some meet-ups and drink and chat with them. Many of them are ordinary students and researchers, immature, stubborn, and naive.

At that time, we were sitting in the pub, drinking very bad wine.

The boss is also a reader of mine, so he gives me a discount. He sometimes plays the balalaika, but his playing is very poor. To be honest, it’s really ugly.

Sometimes I think it would be nice if I had two more female readers, even if they were just writing me a letter from thousands of miles away, it would not be enough to nourish my eyes, but I could at least nourish my mind.

But sometimes, when I'm drunk in a pub, I hold their shoulders, and I can say some unintelligible things, I feel very satisfied, and everyone feels very happy.

The world is so big, some people want many things, but all some people want is recognition... It's that simple.

As long as they are still there and there is still one person who wants to read my book, I will keep writing until one day I can no longer write and die.

I want to respond to their voices. "

He looked at the young man and said, "To be honest, I've been away from here for so long and it's become like this, which makes me very sad. Some people think that this kind of life is very undignified, and they look forward to my coming back. So, I'm back.

Because the only one who can give them hope is me. "

"This is what I want, understand? Kid."

"I want to respond to those people's wishes and transform this dark quagmire. I want to let those who cannot see the light live with dignity."

"So many bones have been buried in this quagmire over the years, and they are all asking me for help. If I don't do these things, who will come?"

"I will restructure the rules of this quagmire so that those who cannot see the light can have a place to stay. Even in places where the light cannot be found, there should be rules that allow people to live.

If no one does it, let me do it. If the people here are abandoned by the king, let me be their king. "

"Now, can you understand?"

The shaman stood on top of the cemetery, a black shadow covering the tombstone and extending into an invisible place.

The man stared at Ye Qingxuan, but his eyes were like the scorching sun without light, exuding dazzling darkness and awe:

"I'm back here because I'm their savior, I'm their king!"

He took a step forward, stared at the young man in front of him, and stretched out his hand: "Come and help me, Ye Qingxuan, just like your father did back then."

In the silence, a long silence.

It was as if the young man was deep in thought, until after a long time, he raised his head and made a voice:

"--I will help you."

He stared at the shaman's outstretched hand and saw the power behind it—an invitation, a generous gift.

As long as he reaches out and holds it tightly, he can become the shaman's right-hand man and control the wind and rain in Avalon.

But he didn't extend his hand.

Instead, he took a step back and shook his head slowly: "But I help you, not because of what you call the order of the underground world, but for myself."

The shaman was silent.

"To be honest, I don't quite understand what you are talking about about the savior, the king, and the order of the underground world.

——But there is one thing I know very well. "

In silence, the young man raised his pupils and stared into his eyes:

"No matter how high-sounding the hat is, evil is evil, and it will never make this city better, including what you want to do, which can only make it look not too bad.

When those people give up living in the sun, they should be prepared to die in the sewer, and should not expect any savior to help them live with more dignity.

The savior of the evil is still an evil man in the end. In the underground world, no matter how orderly it is, it is still a quagmire in the end. "

"Want to seek redemption in the quagmire? "

Ye Qingxuan shook his head, his expression became indifferent and contemptuous:

"——You are in the wrong place. "

In the long silence, the patter of rain passed through the thick fog and fell into the silent cemetery.

The rain fell on the shaman's palm, broke into pieces, and turned into gouache.

The shaman slowly withdrew his hand and sighed silently: "Ye Qingxuan, you and your father are exactly the same back then."

"Not the same."

Ye Qingxuan put on his deerstalker hat and said goodbye softly: "Not the same at all."

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I have something to do today, so I will update once for the time being. I have had a severe cold for three or four days, and I feel dizzy when I go out. In addition, this chapter took a long time to write, and I feel very happy after finishing it.