Crown of Silence

Chapter 183 Something seems wrong

The next day, Jianlan Underground Palace.

As the dark door slowly opened, darkness surged, exuding the smell of old dust. The cold wind came from the darkness and got into the clothes, making the scalp numb.

"It's so cold..."

Bart shivered subconsciously, and his face turned pale when he heard the tiny sounds coming from the darkness: "Teacher, is this really the academy?"

"Don't be surprised, even if it's an academy, there will always be such ghost places."

Ingmar said lightly.

The middle-aged man was wearing a spotless long coat and had a handsome face. His long hair had a few strands of gray because of his long-term research on the Revelation faction. He tied it behind his head, looking elegant and mysterious.

Every time he looked into the depths of darkness, his expression was a little disdainful and arrogant.

As the director of teaching at the Revelation Academy and an important member of the school committee, he couldn't stand that there were still places in the academy that were not under control.

Every year, the Jianlan Underground Palace has to take a sky-high budget from the school committee without reason, but so far, not even a report has been submitted. It's ridiculous.

God knows what is going on here!

"Are your students ready?"

The gatekeeper in front of the door glanced at Bart, and seeing his slightly pale face, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Please do as you please later. I'll leave first. Someone will lead the way inside."

He noticed the disgust in Ingmar's eyes, so he chuckled softly and turned away.

"Playing tricks."

Seeing his figure disappear, Ingmar snorted coldly.

If it weren't for special reasons, he wouldn't even want to come here. Every time he felt the cold eyes of the gatekeeper Dominic, he felt a deep shame. That kind of war wild dog can only show off his power here.

Thinking of this, he became more unhappy: "Bart, don't be in a daze. You know how difficult it is to enter the Royal Academy of Music's library.

This time, the Academy of Revelation has spent a lot of resources to get you this opportunity. Don't let me down."

Bart nodded quickly.

"Very good."

Ingmar ordered coldly: "You must remember the books I told you to read. Don't be like the shame of that academy, who came in with nothing to learn and came out empty-handed."

"I will seize this opportunity." Bart's eyes were determined.

"Very good."

Ingmar nodded, "The school anniversary is coming soon, you should be prepared first, don't be suppressed by the students handed over by Abraham, the old cripple who believes in heresy.

This time, I must teach that old cripple a lesson, understand?"

"I understand..."

Bart rubbed his chin, which still hurts a little, and said coldly: "I understand."

"Then go."

Ingmar watched Bart walk into the door, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: sooner or later, the old ghost who believes in heresy and dares to refute him will be driven out of the college by himself.

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The wind is blowing.

The footsteps echoed in the dark corridor. Bart held the lantern in his hand and looked around blankly, but he still couldn't help trembling in the tiny sounds around him.

This place is really too weird.

He touched the ring on his finger and tried to muster up courage.

This time, his teacher gave him the quota assigned to him by the Academy of Revelation, just to let him enter the library to read the manuscripts of the music.

Although they were all music below the resonance level, those manuscripts were written by saints of previous generations, which contained the spirituality and mystery of the music scores, and could enable readers to grasp the melody and power at a speed many times faster than ordinary people.

For this reason, Ingmar tailored a list of books for him. As long as he could learn all the melodies in the manuscripts according to the catalog, he would surely make rapid progress.

Those music scores were carefully selected by Ingmar, which could help Bart further master his unique music score: the first movement of the "Crown Sonata". If he could break through to the musician level by then, there would be greater benefits waiting for him.

Although the time was only twelve hours, it did not mean that there were no other ways.

Bart pinched the ring on his index finger and smiled.

That was the "Secret Memory Ring" he bought at a high price. Once activated, it could multiply the user's understanding and memory ability, and it could also transcribe what the user reads and sees into the gem in the ring in a secret way.

Even if copying is prohibited, he can still make copies of those manuscripts silently.

When he officially enters the musician level, that oriental bastard and his useless teacher will be expelled from the academy!

A cruel look flashed in his eyes. These days, the Revelation Academy has always endured the shame brought by the Music History Department. That rebellious old cripple, stubbornly studying some interpretation method, ignored their good intentions many times, and was unwilling to return to the right path.

One day, he will take revenge!

He has made up his mind that on this school anniversary, he will make that damn oriental man, the shame of the academy, kneel down at his feet obediently.

"Sooner or later, you will pay the price."

He clenched his fists and whispered in a low voice.

Ahead is the entrance to the great library. Bart touched the money bag prepared for the administrator in advance and nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, the plan is perfect."

As long as he showed a warm smile and offered a generous reward at the right time, he believed that Mr. Administrator would definitely create some convenient conditions for himself.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his lips and he slowly opened the entrance door.

So, he opened the door.

Then I saw marbles all over the floor...

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In the library, in the huge space under the warm lights, the layers of ancient bookshelves exude a mysterious atmosphere.

Those bookshelves stood like a forest, extending to the end of his sight, with no end in sight.

But in the office area at the entrance, the tables and chairs had been cleared aside and piled together haphazardly.

Instead, there were marbles all over the floor.

Among the marbles, there was a figure squatting on the ground with his back to him, holding the marbles in his hand, concentrating on the situation in front of him, and even Bart didn't notice when he came in.

Immediately afterwards, there was a soft sound, and the marbles all over the place suddenly rolled automatically without any wind. They collided with each other and made a crisp sound, which was extremely strange.

In the cold atmosphere, Bart suddenly felt a little nervous.

"Excuse me."

He mustered up the courage and asked in a trembling voice: "It's the library management..."

"Shh!"

The figure squatting on the ground raised a finger to signal him to stop talking, but Bart had to shut his mouth in embarrassment and stand there uneasily.

After thinking for a long time, the man popped out the white marble in his hand.

The marble was released, but it drew an exaggerated arc on the ground!

For a moment, crackling sounds sounded one after another. Along the road, all the black marbles were bounced by it and rolled everywhere.

The tumbling black marbles intertwined into complex curves, collided with each other, and finally fell into the circles drawn with chalk around them, leaving no trace behind.

"Tsk!"

It sounded like someone made an unhappy sound.

"Oops, did you win again by accident?"

The administrator whistled proudly and twitched his fingers, "Don't cheat, pay for it~"

The sound of a child snorting faintly could be heard in the air.

Immediately afterwards, several bottle caps that had been hidden for some years fell out of thin air and fell at the administrator's feet, as if saying disdainfully: 'Take it! ’

"Hey, at least be polite, there's no gambling at all."

The administrator picked up the bottle caps without disdain: We agreed that ten bottle caps would be exchanged for a saint's manuscript. Don't regret it. "

Snapped!

An old and thin book appeared out of thin air, and came down like a fly swatter, hitting him right in the face - 'Take it! ’

"...Forget it, I won't argue with you anymore."

He took the book off his face, shook his head and sighed, then turned over two pages of the book, nodded, rolled it up casually, and stuffed it into his pocket!

Lining your own pockets!

This guy's movements are so smooth and natural, and he doesn't feel guilty at all about embezzling public property!

Bart's eyes were red and he pretended not to see it. He gave this corrupt bastard a hard note in his heart! After I go out, just wait for the school committee's inquiry meeting!

But for some reason, when he looked at that figure, he always felt extremely familiar.

Something seems not quite right...

"It seemed like someone was calling me just now?"

The administrator yawned, turned back lazily, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Oh, what a coincidence, we are still acquaintances!"

As he said that, the white-haired boy showed his signature hearty smile, "Classmate Bart, what are you doing?"

"you you you……"

Bart looked at the boy in front of him blankly, feeling like he was having that terrible nightmare again, and couldn't help but scream out that name:

"Ye Qingxuan?! Why is it you again!"

"Eh? Don't you know yet?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled sheepishly, "From today on, I will be the administrator of the big library.

How is it? Are you happy or surprised? "

It was like a hammer was swung towards him and hit him in the face.

Bart's vision went dark and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

"impossible!"

Already incoherent: "Just, just you...you...you are dreaming!"

"You wrongly blamed me. Mr. Dominic insists on letting me do it, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Ye Qingxuan sighed, with a sad and melancholy expression: "Maybe it's because I'm so good-looking? It's really annoying to be handsome."

Bart's face turned red and he looked like he was almost suffocating.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a deep stomachache.

How did you say that?

——What a fucking ghost!