Crown of Silence

Chapter 180 Nibelungen

Late at night, in the Holy City, the midnight bell dissipates in the sky.

The hall was dark, and the towering pillars stood as if extending into the darkness.

In the darkness, little bits of silver light were suspended in the air, shining like stars, and when they collided with each other, they burst out with the light of a flame.

It's like the entire starry sky is hidden in this hall.

The old man wearing a red robe sat in the starry sky, looking up intently at the shining stars above his head and gazing at the dazzling Milky Way.

This is the projection of the 'Sea of ​​Ether', representing the endless power that echoes between the sky and the earth.

Every bit of starlight represents a resonant musician, every collision, every spark represents an earth-shaking battle and dispute.

Countless ether flashes illuminated the center of the hall, filled with stars.

Musicians who have not broken through the barriers of knowledge are not even qualified to be included. Resonance-level musicians are just dim light spots at the bottom.

The star field is divided into nine layers from top to bottom. At the top, there are three huge stars that illuminate the darkness like the sun's rays.

It was the brilliance of the Three Kings, the supreme power of the three musicians, Bach, Beethoven and Mozart.

For hundreds of years, they have opened up the darkness, illuminated the human world, and announced the end of the dark age and the arrival of the golden age.

Just like the scorching sun moving in the sky, it never burns out day and night. Beyond their light was endless darkness.

That is the dark world, a dark realm that humans have not yet been able to set foot on, and cannot set foot on.

As time passed, the old monk wearing a red robe stopped in the darkness, contemplating something intently.

Until the clanging sound of iron boots and stone slabs was heard in the distance.

The old monk woke up from his meditation, couldn't help but yawned, and asked in a low voice: "It's so late, is anyone else here?"

"It's Father Ben of the Knights Templar. You'll see him in three minutes."

A mature and gentle voice answered him: "Bishop Albert, you should tidy up your appearance and meet a knight commander in this appearance. It loses the dignity and dignity of a cardinal."

"Yes, here we go again."

Bishop Albert curled his lips, raised his sleeves and wiped the drool on his beard: "That's it, we are both serving God, why do we care so much?

Besides, in front of the Knights Templar, who represent divine power, what dignity can I, a bad old man, have to show him? "

Soon, the distant figure walked in, and the ancient armor reflected the starlight, giving off a cold glow.

"Bishop Albert."

He solemnly saluted the old monk, and then looked at the dark dome: "Your Excellency 'Nibelungen', long time no see."

"We meet again, Knight Commander Benn."

A gentle voice from the ceiling responded: "We meet again. I have sent the new robes to your residence. Tomorrow is your promotion ceremony, and you should rest early tonight."

"Thanks for reminding me, I will." Ben nodded.

Albert looked at his expressionless face and couldn't help but sigh: "Staying with a serious guy like you always makes me feel uncomfortable breathing.

You should smile more, Ben. "

"I'll pay more attention." Ben remained expressionless.

"...Forget it, you should just leave it like this."

Albert shook his head helplessly, raised his hand to fiddle with the sea of ​​stars, and just asked casually:

"You just came back from the Armageddon Line. Tomorrow is your good day. Why are you here in the middle of the night without sleeping? Do you want to talk to a bad old man like me?"

"no."

Ben replied: "Just came to take a look."

"...Has anyone ever said you don't know how to chat?"

"have."

Ben nodded: "There are many."

Albert suddenly felt helpless: It was really hard to communicate with a guy like this who had nothing to say.

"Then look, I'll continue to observe."

He stopped talking, raised his finger, guided the sky of stars to descend, magnified it to a certain place in front of him, and skillfully retrieved the records in it.

It can be seen that time is moving backwards rapidly, and it will freeze at the end.

In front of Albert, the stars shook violently, bursting into flashes of light one after another. The flashes were blood red and full of ominous aura.

There is a faint mark of an eye in it.

"What's this?"

Ben frowned and asked, "Evil God?"

"Well, it's the traces left by the Hundred-Eyed Man."

Albert said: "Those guys have been making big moves recently. I'm afraid that in the end, the Knights Templar will come out to clean up the mess."

Ben stared at the distribution of the star field and compared it with the map in his heart, his expression became slightly gloomy: "Where?"

"Avalon."

Albert said calmly: "Angelou, the source of all evil, has become more and more chaotic recently."

Ben seemed to have remembered something, his expression became more and more gloomy, and there seemed to be thunderclouds in his eyes.

"Are there any detailed records?" he asked.

"If so, I wouldn't have to squat here in the middle of the night to do analysis."

Albert scratched his chin, his beard a mess, "Look, this is an image recorded late last night."

He pointed to the turbulent starry sky in front of him, and the flashes that shone, extinguished, and disappeared:

"Nibelungen first observed an etheric tide erupting in Avalon, and found that it was related to the blood sacrifice ritual to the evil god. The alert level was raised by two levels and reported directly to me.

But because of the barrier of the Avalon Great Barrier, we have no way to find out what happened. The message sent by the Musicians Association of Avalon today is also vague. It seems that they don't want the cult to intervene.

However, through our observation of the 'Ether Realm', we found something very interesting."

"Interesting?" Bane frowned.

"Yes, look."

Albert turned the starry sky and displayed the record again.

In that turbulent starry sky, the stars kept lighting up and extinguishing, but it seemed to be covered by a layer of gauze, making it unclear and blurry.

But in that blur, a star suddenly emerged from the darkness, rising slowly, with a dazzling glow. Compared to it, the light of other stars is just like dust.

All the flashes and blood were dispelled by that star and disappeared without a trace. Even the Great Barrier of Avalon could not stop it. It was broken through and rose into the sky.

In the dark sky, only that star shone.

The light rose, illuminating Bane's pupils, causing his brows to slightly raise:

"What is this?"

"The unique phenomenon produced when the musician resonates with the Great Source. At first, we thought it was the waves caused by someone breaking through the barrier of knowledge and perception, but it only looks similar. In essence, it is something completely different.

Its integrity is too strong..."

Albert froze the starry sky, making that star magnify, magnify, and magnify again. In the end, both of them were included in the entire star.

Bane looked around and saw countless notes jumping and connecting with each other, forming a delicate and complete movement. The movement kept changing, so delicate that it was suffocating, and every detail was perfect.

"Did you see it?"

Albert whispered intoxicatedly: "I haven't seen such a unique piece of music for many years, without any impurities, pure like moonlight."

He paused and sighed softly: "It's so beautiful that it's scary, it's like having a soul."

"Could it be a projection left by a saint?"

"I have compared the information."

Albert shook his head: "Nine saints, six are in the dark world, and there are three, but none of them has ever been close to Avalon.

I consulted Mr. Haydn's opinion. Mr. Haydn seemed to know something, but refused to say anything."

Bane was stunned for a moment, "Is there no record of Nibelungen?"

"This is what frustrated me."

Albert curled his lips and looked at the dome: "What did you say in that original sentence?"

"'Nibelungen' is not omnipotent, sir."

The gentle voice said: "We are just recorders."

Bane frowned. As a judge with many years of experience, he keenly smelled a hint of meaning.

Nibelungen did not answer his question directly, did not say "I know", did not say "I don't know", and did not even coldly refuse to answer, saying "I have no comment".

This question fell on deaf ears.

No matter how many times he asked, it would only give this answer, which added a mystery to Bane's mind.

"However, I tried to investigate what happened in Avalon through other channels, and found a very interesting gadget."

Albert took out a small paper box from his pocket and opened it to show Bane: "Do you want to play it? This is the "Legend Poker" that is popular among gamblers in Avalon."

"Legend?"

"Yes, there are many legendary characters printed on the poker, and the content will continue to change with the times, which is unexpectedly interesting. I decided to suggest to the cardinal that the church also issue a set, how about calling it Musician Poker?"

Albert shuffled the cards skillfully, talking casually.

"Don't go off topic." Bane reminded.

"Okay, let's continue with this. Some of the content is pretty good, but some of it is particularly unreliable. What about a strange man running naked on a moonlit night, and there is even a dog? I really don't know what they are thinking.

However, this is not the point. The point is that a new card has appeared in the latest version."

The cards in his hand changed, and suddenly a card popped out and flew towards Bane. Bane caught it and looked at the layout.

It was a pure black card. In the darkness, there was a vague figure, and the silhouette of the dress revealed a ferociousness.

He held a cane, and his posture and movements were polite, but it made people feel particularly weird. The artist obviously spent a lot of time and effort to depict that kind of spirit vividly.

"What is this...?"

"Sherlock Holmes."

Albert said: "People call him the evil spirit of revenge. Holmes.

According to our investigation, this person can be said to have indirectly caused the turmoil and became one of the final winners.

Now in Avalon, he has become a terrible legend. People who break the rules will wake up from nightmares and see him standing at the head of their beds, bringing punishment for their evil deeds."

"Black Musician?" Bane asked.

"No, the Silent Agency has seen his intelligence and made a comparison. There is no known black musician's characteristics that can match him.

Otherwise, we would have put him on the wanted list long ago.

Moreover, this guy can be called a black musician killer. There is news that the three brothers, Blue Teeth, Yellow Feet and Red Eyes, all died at his hands. But some people say that Holmes never kills people... It sounds contradictory, right?"

"Not really."

Bane shook his head, "There are more cruel punishments in this world than death."

Albert looked at him deeply and couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly: "Yes, that's right. That's why it seems more cruel..."

"Do you suspect that the phenomenon is related to him?

"From the perspective of elimination, it is very likely. But the elimination method is the most unreliable method.

We don't know anything yet. I have asked Nibelungen to record this melody, and the next time it appears, we can collect more detailed information. "

Albert paused and raised his pupils:

"In any case, with the awakening of the Shadow of Avalon, many abnormalities will become more and more obvious, so, Bane, are you ready? "

"What preparations?"

"Preparations to fight against the 'natural disaster'."

Albert's words stunned Bane.

"What do you mean?"

"It means literally.

Don't forget that the Shadow of Avalon is the weapon and power that King Arthur left behind to fight against the sea monster.

Its awakening can only mean that one of the 'four living creatures' that is above many natural disasters, the sea monster Leviathan, will also be resurrected. "

Albert got up from the ground and said softly: "If the Anglo royal family cannot complete the mission of their ancestors, then we can only take over.

At that time, Avalon will become another 'Armageddon', another battlefield where humans and the god of disaster fight.

This is the decision of the Nibelungen. "

Bane looked at the dome in silence. Above the dome, the gentle voice sounded, "This will be a tragic sacrifice, but we have no choice.

It can be foreseen that this possibility will occur in the near future. "

Bane was silent for a long time, and nodded slowly: "Since it is Nibelungen's prophecy, the Knights Templar should obey it."

"If you are here today, don't spread it out. The cardinal has not made a formal decision yet. We can only wait and see for the time being."

Albert patted his shoulder: "Go to bed early, don't think about these heavy things. From tomorrow, you will be the third commander of the Knights Templar."

Albert took a last look at him, and the red robe disappeared into the darkness.

Bane looked up and stared at the starry sky. After a long silence, he suddenly asked softly.

"Nibelungen."

"I'm here, Your Excellency Bane." The gentle voice responded.

"Is there a response to the things I asked a few days ago?"

"There is news."

Nibelungen told him, "The child you adopted is having a good time in Avalon. He was admitted to the Royal Academy of Music and became an apprentice with excellent grades.

As you wish, he has a trustworthy teacher and a new life. There are occasional setbacks, but they are normal. "

"That's great."

Bane's eyes were relieved.

"You will receive the letter he wrote to you in another day." Nibelungen said, "But if you can't wait, I can help you read the content."

"No need."

Bane shook his head, "There are so many hardships and tribulations in the world, and we must leave some good news for tomorrow."

He turned and left, just as he came.

In the darkness, only the stars shone.