Crown of Silence

Chapter 249 I’m ashamed

In the dark room, there was silence, and silver light gathered out of thin air.

Soon, the flashing silver light gathered into an old face, which was covered with wrinkles, as if it had not seen the sun for many years and lacked blood.

But his eyes were like a vast ocean, majestic and awe-inspiring.

"Dr. Norton, this is Bayer, the head of Avalon."

"Emergency line?"

Norton discerned the signal and frowned: "Is this a sign of Leviathan's resurgence?"

"No, it's something else."

Bayer sighed and said hesitantly: "A few days ago I submitted something about the interpretation of the Voynich manuscript. Do you remember it?"

"Nonsense! What you submitted has already made the apocalyptic musicians of Trinity College quarrel crazy. If you hadn't had Hermes' guarantee, they would still be quarreling now.

What's wrong? Could that be false? "

Seeing how serious Norton was, Bayer's expression suddenly became a little sad, "It's not fake enough, but now...well, Ingmar's research results may have been copied."

A long silence.

After a long time, Norton took a breath of cold air and rubbed his eyebrows: "If this is the case, it will be a big problem. Damn it, we have all declared to ring the bell of the sage.

Who reports plagiarism? "

"Abraham Wilson, teacher at the Royal Academy of Music."

"Abraham?"

Norton thought for a while, shook his head, and said with some doubts: "I have never heard of such a revelation musician who is good at interpreting ancient documents. Is there something wrong?"

"Well, actually... he is a musician from a forbidden school, and his identity is very sensitive anyway."

"Is it credible?"

"That's the problem."

Bayer sighed, "I just asked Nibelung to check the identity of the student who came to report. Guess what?"

Norton frowned, "If you have something to say, tell me now! What's the point?"

"Ahem, okay."

Bayer shrugged, "He has no household registration and no place of birth. Angelou does not have this person. Although he has white hair, Angelou's entry records in the past two years do not have the blood of the Eastern Dragon Vein.

Do you think it's strange? A young man who seemed to have jumped out of a stone. It was only in the end that I borrowed the information database of the Order and found out his identity..."

Norton was stunned: "Is he a member of the cult?"

"Actually, it doesn't count, because he is not a clergyman, but this child's background is so scary that even I didn't expect it."

"How old is he? Could he be the illegitimate son of some red archbishop?"

"In terms of status, it's not much different."

Bayer scratched his head: "His godfather is Ben Randall, the commander of the Second Legion of the Knights Templar. The sword bearer who was personally consecrated by the Pope and the person in charge of the 'Gate of Heaven'.

If you still think this kid can't be trusted, I have nothing to say - as long as you are not afraid of the Fourth Legion coming to tear down your door with power swords tonight. "

"..."

Silence, a long silence.

Norton also lit his pipe, took two strong puffs, and let out a long breath: "Okay, now whether the plagiarism is true or false, I can only be glad that we haven't sounded the bell of the sage yet."

"So, this matter is considered passed?"

"Passed."

Norton sighed, with sadness on his brows.

He has lived old enough and seen enough, which is why he is so pessimistic.

How many disputes will there be over such a bell of the sage that has not been rung for nearly a century? ——

In the afternoon, the atmosphere in the large conference room was solid.

All the teachers present were silent. In the stiff atmosphere, they looked at Abraham sitting in the corner.

Abraham sat in his position as always, looking down at Iron Hand, silent and without any sense of existence, as if he was an insignificant background.

But today, the eyes that looked at him were full of complexity and pity.

As early as in the morning, word had spread that Ye Qingxuan and the others were going to the Musicians Association. The school committee was furious, not only because the matter directly exceeded their jurisdiction, but also further questioned their ability to handle it.

Once it spreads, no matter what the result is, it will definitely be an out-and-out scandal for the college.

Before the meeting, all of Abraham's teaching positions had been suspended, and the proposal to dissolve the Department of Le History had been considered.

Everyone understood: this time, the school committee was serious about it.

In the blink of an eye, the Department of Music and History, which was on the verge of revival yesterday, is now on the verge of collapse.

"You must have heard what I'm going to say today."

At the front, Ingemar said coldly: "For so many days, I have taken the overall situation into consideration, compromised and made concessions step by step. I was even willing to give up my position as the second creator in order to calm this farce, but I was replaced by a certain person. These people think they are weak and can be bullied!

I never thought that in order to achieve his ulterior motives, he would not even hesitate to escalate a non-existent matter to such an uncontrollable level! "

His voice was like nails, hammering into the stone, causing a cold echo:

“Now, this is no longer a vicious slander against me, but an unprecedented scandal at the Royal Academy of Music!

For five hundred years, the academy has been guided by honor and dignity, and such a terrible incident has never occurred!

Abraham, where do you want to put the entire academy for your own selfish desires? ! "

There was silence in the conference room.

Abraham sat upright, still silent, even if his eyes looked forward, but there was no focus, as if he had fallen into another world.

This look is really the same as always, out of tune with everyone, as if he was participating in something that had nothing to do with him, he didn't understand, and didn't want to participate, just stood outside the crowd and watched from a distance.

You say yours, I do mine.

Seemingly slow, but the attitude is arrogant and makes people involuntarily disgusted-how could such a person be here?

"It seems that you are determined to insist on the appeal of the Musicians Association..." Ingmar squeezed out a cold voice from his teeth, "I advise you to give up this daydream.

Do you really think that the Musicians Association will pay attention to your unreasonable behavior? I'm afraid that your two students who went to make trouble have been driven out now! "

He paused, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes:

"Abraham, it's not too late for you to turn back now, provided that: before things get out of hand!

Otherwise, the school committee will not ignore your behavior that corrupts the school spirit... Don't forget your identity, Abraham!

- The college can bail you out of Green Tower, and naturally it can also send you back again! "

Glin Tower...

Just like in an instant, a cold wind blew in the conference room, and everyone felt the temperature drop suddenly, and they couldn't help but tense up.

This time, the school committee was going to kill them all.

If there was any trouble next, Abraham, as a serious criminal on bail by the principal, would be put back in the military prison and never see the light of day again.

On the deserted island next to Avalon, in the high tower Green Tower built four hundred years ago, there are countless musicians and serious criminals who have spent the last moments of their lives there, died on the gallows, or in the dark underground palace cage.

For hundreds of years, there was no wailing, only a sound like a crying sea tide.

That might be his destination.

At that moment, Abraham raised his eyes, as if he had woken up from his trance, and finally responded. As if sensing his fear, Ingmar sneered.

"It's not too late to regret now. Abraham, although your students are the same kind of people as you. But there is no need to implicate them like you, right?

The academy has been too indulgent to you all, otherwise it would not have led to this situation today! Especially that Oriental man, not only is he morally corrupt and behaves viciously, but he also went to the Musicians Association to speak nonsense...”

“Ye Zi is a good boy.”

Abraham interrupted him, his voice was not angry or flustered, but indifferent, as if he was stating something as a matter of course.

This was his first response, but Ingmar was unable to react.

In the doubtful eyes of those people, Abraham considered his words and repeated slowly and seriously: "Ye Zi is a good boy, he never tells lies."

For a moment, Ingmar's expression froze and became extremely gloomy:

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, he said you copied it, so you probably copied it.”

Abraham looked at him, speaking slowly and seriously: “After all, it’s just some manuscripts. If someone takes it away, it’s not worth worrying about. But please don’t insult my students.

Because they all work very hard. "

In the silent conference room, Abraham slowly stood up with the help of the table, looked around, looked at those stunned and confused eyes, and spoke in front of everyone for the first time:

"As you all said, a second-rate quick-learning musician like me has achieved nothing in my life. Now that I am old, I will only live in emptiness.

To be honest, the Music History Department was able to stay because of the efforts of those two children.

So, as their teacher, I am ashamed. "

His voice was like the low echo of an iron monument being smashed into the rock layer, with unshakable indifference and persistence:

"For the Music History Department, they have paid a lot, more than me. So, no matter what decision they make, I will believe and support them, even if I am imprisoned in Green Tower again.

Otherwise, I will not even be qualified to be a teacher. "

After that, he nodded slightly to show politeness, then turned and left. However, when he walked to the door, he suddenly slapped his head, walked back awkwardly, took out a notice letter from his pocket and pushed it in front of Ingmar:

"By the way, I came to the meeting to give this to you. "

Ingmar was stunned and looked down at the table: when he saw the wax seal of the Musicians Association and the head on the notice letter, his face changed drastically, as if he had seen a ghost, and turned pale.

That was a notice from the Musicians Association, notifying him of a subpoena to participate in the academic review ten days later.

"You...you..."

Ingmar's arms trembled, and he pointed at Abraham incoherently: "How could the Musicians Association pass...clearly..."

Abraham ignored him, just looked at everyone present, and said softly:

"To be honest, I am a dull person. I don't understand the atmosphere and don't follow the rules. The only thing I am good at is the straightforward way of speaking in the army. I have never understood what the meaning of everyone sitting here every day saying some meaningless words.

However, it may be a good thing to let the Musicians Association judge now. At least it will be simpler and the result will be convincing."

"If after that, some of us still have objections to the evaluation results-why not follow the rules of the army and have a life-and-death duel."

When he said the word "life-and-death duel", he said it as if he was eating and drinking water, but his expression was extremely serious.

Eating and drinking water are matters of life and death, and they are worth taking seriously.

The same is true for life-and-death duels, so they should be the same as eating and drinking water.

At least that's what Abraham thinks.

Until now, those people remembered...the dull old man standing in front of them was once a dragon knight, and he still carried the blood and death of the battlefield in his bones.

He didn't belong here, and he couldn't understand what they were good at, so he was dull and silent, and slowly adapted to their rules.

Now he doesn't want to play with them anymore, he wants to get serious.

For his students, he doesn't even care about himself, what can you do to him?

No matter what means you have prepared, just come if you want.

This time, he will not retreat even a step.