Crown of Silence

Chapter 211 Lottery Results SF Express

In fact, this matter is not caused by the Leshi Department looking for trouble, but because everyone has become accustomed to each other's manipulations.

Everyone's luck seems to be worse than the last!

Ye Qingxuan knew how unlucky he was. He would be chased and chopped down when he walked on the street.

Not to mention Bai Xi's luck, Xiaer was even worse: he got one of the top six in the first round of drawing, which almost caused the Leshi Department to overturn.

As a foreign aid, Brother Stool refused to draw lots on their behalf and was missing at the critical moment.

In desperation, he had no choice but to send his eldest brother Lao Fei to draw lots.

With Lao Fei's luck in picking up dozens of dollars from time to time, no matter how bad things get, it won't be worse than what they did themselves.

Soon, the drawing of lots for each group was completed. Everyone grabbed the nameplate numbers in their hands and urgently looked at the arrangements for the next duel.

Soon, registration ends and all upcoming matchups are shown on the list.

"09?"

Glenn looked down at the number plate in his hand, looked at the opponents on the list, and finally looked in the direction of the Royal Music School in shock.

After seeing Banner and the elite graduates around him, his face suddenly turned dark and he cursed in a low voice.

Everyone immediately gloated: It seemed that the two teams from the Academy of Change were going to fail one after another in the two days before the start of the game.

Elsa from Summoning Academy whistled and looked at the other team from Revelation Academy out of the corner of her eyes.

As she looked at him, the team leader's face suddenly turned pale: The Revelation School was not going to fight head-on, let alone a lunatic like the Summoning School who likes to use human sea tactics?

The musician who raises monsters in his head is more or less neurotic. As the leader, Elsa is the leader among lunatics. It is said that the team she is dueling with today has completely withdrawn from the competition due to too many members.

He was already counting how long they could survive this madwoman.

After the competition was arranged, each team leader looked for his opponent according to his own number, either rejoicing or whining.

In the end, after the six major teams verified each other, they discovered that... none of the teams wanted to face the Leshi Department in tomorrow's game? !

Suddenly, everyone's eyes fell on the big golden retriever dog, with hatred and jealousy in their eyes, wanting to know who had bitten this big fat piece of Leshi Department.

Facing those complicated looks, Lao Fei snorted from his nostrils, and without even looking at the list, he threw the numbered card in his mouth directly under the stage.

Ye Qingxuan took it without hesitation, and when he saw it, he was stunned: "No way, Lao Fei..."

"Let me take a look, let me take a look!" Charles also came to join in the fun, but after seeing it, he was completely silent and speechless.

I don't know whether to cry or laugh.

"What's going on?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him. The complexity of their expressions and the entanglement in their eyes had reached a new level.

Seeing the expressions of the two of them, people on the stage suddenly started to whisper. In the end, Elsa raised her eyebrows and shouted at her little brother:

"What do you mean you don't know? Go and find out! Who is their opponent...Who the hell wants to compete with me for this piece of fat? They just don't know how to live or die!"

"No need to check."

Bart suddenly said, "The results are out."

In just a few minutes, Bart had already confirmed it in his mind by counting the numbers present, and by comparing the arrangements on the list, he had come to a conclusion in his mind.

In fact, to be honest, Bart has some talents in the school of revelation, especially in the processing of information and the summary of intelligence. In just a few minutes, he had already guessed the result through various clues.

Hearing his voice, everyone looked over and saw the tree chart list in his hand.

At the end of the list, there is a lonely number, 035, hanging. This is an awkward odd number, and it seems that there is no way to match it, and no opponent has been arranged.

"Are you kidding?" Glenn's expression was stiff.

The corner of Elsa's mouth twitched, "Is it impossible?"

"Bye."

Bart's face was livid and he gritted his teeth.

"—They got a bye."

As soon as she said this, everyone looked at Elsa: It was this guy who forced a small team to the point of being reduced to the point where they couldn't even get enough people to play, and finally retired sadly.

That’s right, one spot is missing.

Therefore, there will inevitably be a team that cannot find an opponent and advance directly to the next round... But what kind of bullshit luck is this!

And the one who came to draw lots was a dog!

Seeing the fat piece of meat that was about to bite into their mouths flying away with wings, the expressions of the leaders of the top six teams changed, and they already wanted to tear that bastard alive who had withdrawn from the competition!

Lao Fei watched the group of them fall into silence with cold eyes, said another "scoff" from his nostrils, and then turned around and left.

Humph, a bunch of weaklings.

And Ye Qingxuan and the others no longer knew what to say.

Even a dog has better luck than me. Although Lao Fei is not an ordinary dog, he has a subtle sense of frustration of being defeated in every aspect!

"Decided!"

Ye Qingxuan slapped his thigh: "From now on, all the drawing work will be done by Lao Fei!"

May the almighty Lao Fei fool you! -

However, the good mood did not last long.

Just when Ye Qingxuan was excited and the music history department was cheering. Outside the crowd, a man in a postman's uniform rode up on horseback.

After asking the people around him, he looked in the direction of the boy, squeezed through the crowd, looked at Ye Qingxuan, and asked in a low voice:

"Are you Chief Ye?"

"Yes, it's me." Ye Qingxuan asked doubtfully: "What's the matter?"

"There is an expedited letter for you."

The postman took out a wax-stamped letter from his backpack, on which Ye Qingxuan's address and name were written in beautiful and fluent handwriting, and the pronunciation of the common language was marked next to the three Chinese characters.

And on the envelope, there was a seal that Ye Qingxuan was very familiar with.

"Lola?"

Feeling the jealous and hateful eyes cast on him from all sides, as well as Bai Xi's unhappy expression, Ye Qingxuan felt his scalp tingling.

What kind of moth is she going to do again.

——

Late at night, in the lower city, one of the abandoned ports of Avalon.

The seawater mixed with a large amount of industrial waste was filled with a foul odor and a thick oil film.

The light of the wind lamp shone on the oil film, reflecting a disgusting rainbow light.

In the fishy sea breeze, the sea water beat against the rotten wood piles, making a hollow echo.

A hunchbacked man with scars on his face stood in front of the dock with a cane in his hand.

His hunchbacked shadow left an ugly shadow in the thick fog. From a distance, it looked like a beast crawling on the ground and gnawing at a corpse.

In the light of the wind lamp, his pupils under the shadow of his hat flashed, and he looked around vigilantly, waiting quietly.

In the distant fog, someone seemed to laugh softly.

In an instant, the hunchbacked man turned around in surprise, took out a crossbow from his arms, and aimed at the surroundings:

"Who is there!"

"Me."

Behind him, someone possessed him and whispered in his ear: "Don't get excited, put away the little toy."

Hearing the familiar voice, the hunchbacked man was stunned for a moment, slowly put away the crossbow, and whispered with resentment:

"Master Holmes, why bother to scare a useless person like me?"

"It's just a greeting. After all, he was the former Lord Rat King. There's no reason to be scared, right?"

The visitor chuckled, supported his cane, lifted the edge of his hat, and revealed his pupils.

It was Ye Qingxuan.

He came at the invitation.

At dusk, Laura's letter pushed Ye Qingxuan to the forefront again, and the stigma of "seducing teacher" was completely confirmed in countless rumors.

But he didn't expect that Laura's letter, which she sent with a large number of people in front of everyone, was actually asking him to run errands for her.

"I've been in a bad mood these past two days and don't want to go out to get a package. Go to Pier 19 tonight to pick something up for me. The mouse will lead the way.

At the end of the letter, there was a line of particularly ambiguous handwriting: Remember to move quickly, I've prepared a candlelight dinner.

Attached is a lip print.

Candlelight dinner! The so-called candlelight dinner is Laura's dinner, right?! If you're hungry, just tell me...

Ye Qingxuan had already imagined himself lying on the plate, tied up in a ball. Laura picked up the knife and fork, opened the red lips that covered the lip print, and ate heartily.

He sighed and stopped thinking about those things. Instead, he waited for the arrival of the ship.

Soon, a ray of light shone in the thick fog on the sea, which was a must-have fog light for sailing in the fog.

In the rhythmic flashing of the light, the Rat King raised the wind lantern and responded to the secret signal skillfully.

Soon, the shadow of a ship appeared in the fog, coming silently.

"I didn't expect that you still have someone useful under your command? "

Ye Qingxuan exclaimed in surprise, "I thought the shaman had already wiped out the Rat Society."

"I was once the leader of the Rat Society and I have some smuggling resources. It's nothing strange."

The Rat King looked at Ye Qingxuan deeply and said lightly, "Besides, you should always leave yourself a way out.

The cusp of the storm is not a good place."

"Really?" Ye Qingxuan chuckled, "It seems that you didn't leave yourself that way out."

Thinking of his employer's ruthless betrayal, the Rat King's expression became ugly and he stopped talking.

Soon, the ship docked.

The black-haired men with bare upper bodies carried a large box and stepped on the pedal to come ashore. Behind them, the gray-haired captain was also waiting to come ashore.

He looked at the Rat King and Ye Qingxuan and retracted his gaze.

"Second son, put down the things and go back to the ship. "

The old man instructed the sailor in an oriental language, and greeted the two with a smile.

Ye Qingxuan was also stunned for a moment. He did not expect that this smuggler was actually an oriental. The old man smiled and handed a list to the Rat King, and said in a fluent western common language:

"The things the professor ordered are all here. Do you want to take a look first?"

"You are half a month late." The Rat King rolled his eyes and looked at him: "A full half a month."

"The professor's requirements are too harsh. Even the scrapped waste is not easy to get."

The oriental old man said hoarsely: "The workshops under the jurisdiction of the 'Shaofu' are managed by military law. If I smuggle these things, I will lose my head, not just me. You have to let me consider my family. "

"How is the quality?"

"Better than expected, the Taiyue Bureau just eliminated a batch of them. "

"Very good."

After checking the contents of the iron box, the Rat King nodded with satisfaction and threw a leather bag over.

The old man opened the leather bag with the help of the fog lights on the bow. Under the illumination of the fog lights, the lapis lazuli sand in the bag reflected a fascinating light.

It is no exaggeration to say that the lapis lazuli sand in this leather bag alone is worth hundreds of thousands of pounds. The old man smiled and put away the leather bag:

"The professor is always so generous and will not let people down."

At this point, he showed a curious look:

"The last time I came here, the struggle in Avalon was already fierce. I wonder how it is now?

Many lines of the Rat Club have been broken. Now in the East, few people are willing to run the Avalon line. If the professor was not an old customer, I would not want to come.

Brother Sam, do you know what's going on?"

The Rat King's expression became ugly and he didn't speak.

"The Rat Club no longer exists." Ye Qingxuan said lightly, "You should find a new partner."

The old man was stunned, "Who is the winner?"

"Shaman."

Hearing Ye Qingxuan's response, the old man's expression was a little surprised. He obviously knew the conflict between the shaman and the professor, and his expression was a little hesitant:

"The professor..."

"Dead."

Ye Qingxuan said coldly. In any case, the professor is dead now, and only Laura survived.

He couldn't let the news that the professor was still alive spread to the shaman's ears.

Hearing the cold voice of the mysterious man, the old man was stunned for a moment and looked up at him. He always thought that this person was the follower of the Rat King, but he didn't expect that he was the real person in charge.

But when he looked at the man's pupils, he found that the man was also looking at him.

The pupils under the hat were hidden in the shadows, reflecting the pale mist and dim fog lights, like a ghost fire in the abyss, emitting a biting cold breath.

It's like an abyss emitting infinite gravity.

"Now I am the professor's replacement. If you still want to do this business, you should keep your mouth shut. Especially pay attention to..."

Ye Qingxuan paused, his hoarse voice implied a solemn atmosphere:

"--Don't ask questions."

The coldness of the night blew in the sea breeze, stinging the old man's pupils, causing him to look away in panic and nod quickly:

"Yes, I am presumptuous."

He lowered his head and stopped looking at the shadow that could not even illuminate the light in the fog.

Since the transaction has been completed, the ship will soon set sail again. The next stop is Birmingham, where there is a whole warehouse of silk to be unloaded.

At the end, he carefully looked at the shadow, pulled out a business card with brocade from his bosom, and presented it with both hands:

"May I ask the messenger's name?"

"Holmes, just call me Holmes."

The shadow responded to him in an oriental language, the voice was soft, but it seemed to hide the darkness behind the entire city:

"--But some people like to call me the 'vengeful evil spirit'."

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