Crown of Silence

Chapter 258 Sweeping the Floor Svenly

The waiter walked behind the curtain with the report, and there was no reply for a long time. Only the reporter lowered his head excitedly and quickly recorded the astonishing reversal at the venue, with excitement.

After a long time, behind the curtain, Mephistopheles made an emotional voice:

"I see. It always feels strange when you look at it from the perspective of the revelation faction, but this method always feels familiar when you read it carefully.

Ignore spirituality and induction, only take the basic laws and rules, and conduct rigorous deductions using number theory... Your teacher should be an accomplished musician in the forbidden sect, right?

It's a pity that I haven't heard of his name in all these years. I have never heard of this theory. Does it have a name? "

"It's called the Interpretation Method."

The young man lowered his head and replied respectfully: "If I want to make a distinction, I would call it: "Abraham's Interpretation Method". I also hope that more people can know about my teacher and it."

"It's a simple and direct name."

Metropolitan Mephistopheles sighed softly, and after a brief silence in which everyone held their breath, he made a determined voice:

"——The interpretation method is established."

In an instant, after a long wait, everyone was almost shocked: What a huge news, the cult was actually willing to endorse the effectiveness of the interpretation method!

For a time, the low noise could not be suppressed no matter how hard the gavel struck or how much silence was shouted. Those who wrote were either astonished or excitedly whispering something.

This time, no matter what the outcome was, they witnessed the emergence of a new theory.

Even though he was as dull as Abraham, his eyes couldn't help but become a little red and his fingers trembled slightly. He never thought that one day his whole life's hard work would finally be recognized by the world.

If Ciel were still here, he would probably jump up and scream with excitement.

Perhaps the only desperate person is Ingmar.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible..."

He shouted out of control: "Does the religious group want to interfere with the academic review? Whether the interpretation method is valid or not is something that only scholars can decide and has nothing to do with gods!"

He completely forgot that he had just made trouble for Ye Qingxuan in the name of the gods.

His furious look had lost any trace of his original elegance and calmness. His face was twitching and distorted, as if he was possessed by a demon, and he roared hoarsely:

"I will never admit it! I will definitely not admit the theory of that mud-legged Abraham! How dare a plagiarist compare to me! I am the master of the Royal Academy of Music!

Compared with me, does he deserve it? ! ! "

His roaring voice silenced the noise in the whole place, and everyone looked at him in amazement as he looked crazy. But in the dead silence, only one person laughed softly and clapped vigorously.

"well said!"

Ye Qingxuan smiled brightly, but that smile made people feel cold: "How can a plagiarist be compared with a master from the Royal Academy of Music?

How could the honor of interpreting the Voynich manuscript be shared with a nasty and sinister villain? "

"you this……"

Ingmar glared at Ye Qingxuan. The etheric fluctuations bursting out all over his body were forcibly suppressed by the association's barrier. Only sharp noises burst out, scratching the eardrums and making people frown.

"Mr. Ingmar is right. What we are discussing here today is the ownership of the Voynich manuscript and who is the plagiarist. We should return to the main topic."

The young man's voice was hoarse, and he looked at the masters in front of him, his eyes filled with a chill and ferociousness that made it difficult to look directly at him:

"Therefore, I apply to ask the members of the Council to summon our witness, a key player who disappeared without anyone noticing for more than ten days..."

Ingmar was stunned for a moment, then thought of something, his face became paler, and he screamed with all his strength: "Objection! I object! They have not submitted the relevant application before, and I refuse to admit it..."

The door opened with a bang.

The afternoon light swept in like a torrential rain, illuminating his pale face.

Someone was sitting in a wheelchair and was pushed into the hall by the blond boy. The wheelchair passed through the stunned, dazed and confused eyes on both sides, and finally stopped at the speaker's seat.

He looked at Ingmar and said softly:

"Teacher, long time no see."

Ingmar looked at him blankly and staggered down on the chair, as if he had seen a ghost:

"B-Bart..."

-

Bart Williams.

The second son from a small family in Birmingham, his background was neither bad nor good. He didn't have any great future in the future. He might be a tax collector for the rest of his life.

When he showed his talent as a musician, his lord father made the biggest gamble in his life and sent him to Anglophone to become a student at the Royal Academy of Music.

All along, Bart has done a lot of unscrupulous things in order to get ahead in the future and not go back to that remote place in his hometown. He did not hesitate to abandon his self-esteem just to climb the high branches of the Edmund and Banner families.

After many years of hard work, he finally became Ingmar's disciple and became the future star of the Enlightenment Academy. He is gratifying and has a promising future.

No one expected that he would fall to this level in just a few days.

In the wheelchair, Bart was covered in blood and dying, with tubes inserted all over his body. There were hanging bottles on the wheelchair, which were continuously delivering life-sustaining medicine.

When he heard Ingma's voice, he raised his head hard, looked at Ingma with a vague peripheral vision, and made a strange sound like crying and laughing in his throat.

"Bart, please listen to my explanation..."

Ingmar was stunned and couldn't help but stumble back.

"Teacher, what did I do wrong?"

Bart's voice felt like there was an iron block in his throat. He looked at Ingmar's face and shed bloody tears. He raised his incomplete palm and pulled open the collar:

"——Why did you do this to me?"

There were three huge paper-shaped nails driven into his throat. The paper-shaped nails were embedded in the blurred flesh, which was extremely tragic.

The nails closed a huge gash across his throat - the wound that was supposed to take his life - and as Bart made a sound, the gash opened and closed slightly, like a baby crying:

"Why do you do this to me! Teacher..."

"Not me! Bart! Not me!"

That tragic wound was like a spear, piercing Ingmar's forced composure. He said, "I, I didn't expect it either... You have to believe me, Bart, believe me!"

He told the truth, it was true: it wasn't him, and he didn't expect it to turn out like this.

But, his good friends wanted to do him a favor.

For example...let a student who knows too much disappear.

A lot has happened in the past ten days.

When the shaman's eyes and ears outside the school told Ye Qingxuan that Bart quietly packed his things and left the college, Ye Qingxuan didn't think too much. For the sake of safety, he just quietly summoned them and asked them to follow him, intercepting Bart halfway.

Perhaps this will become a winning trump card of his own.

But he didn't expect that what happened next would be darker and more vicious than he expected.

The whole process was witnessed by the shaman from a distance: first, the long-distance carriage exploded, killing all the people in the carriage. When Bart managed to survive by relying on his equipment and crawled out, his throat was cut with a knife. Then, the killer left silently.

Relying on free potions to stay alive along the way, and with the round-the-clock personal care of the chanting musicians, Bart finally returned to Avalon alive and returned to his teacher.

The reunion of master and disciple is a joy and congratulation.

However, there is no trace of festive atmosphere in the current atmosphere.

There is only guilt and fear that cannot be concealed, as well as sadness and hatred.

Seeing their current appearance, the scholars who had vaguely guessed something suddenly went into an uproar, and the noise could not be suppressed no matter how many times they banged the gavel.

"Mr. Bart Williams."

Ye Qingxuan looked around at everyone's astonished faces and asked loudly: "Thirteen days ago, at the end of the second round of the school anniversary trial, the afternoon that Mr. Ingmar declared that the Voynich manuscript was successfully decoded.

Tell everyone, where are you? "

"Department of Music History."

Bart looked at Ingmar and replied hoarsely: "I am in Mr. Abraham's study."

"oh?"

Ye Qingxuan sneered: "Why are you in the Music History Department?"

"Because at the regular meeting of the school committee, someone brought evidence that the teacher made enemies for no reason and persecuted Abraham. The teacher decided to pretend to be a good friend and appointed him as the vice president of the Revelation Branch. Then, he framed him and ruined his reputation..."

"Bad talk!"

Ingmar roared angrily and rushed up to interrupt him, but was stopped by someone from the Musicians Association. He screamed: "Stop! Bart! You are lying!"

Ye Qingxuan sneered: "Tell everyone, Bart, what you saw after you arrived at the Music History Department."

Bart was silent for a long time and then answered: "I saw that everyone was gone, so I wanted to leave a note, and then... then I saw Mr. Abraham's interpretation. So I... copied most of it with a photo, Give it to the teacher.”

"So, how did Mr. Ingmar react?"

"I almost had a heart attack. If it hadn't been for me...if it hadn't been for me..."

He looked back at Ingmar, his eyes full of resentment and malice:

"-If it weren't for me, he would be dead."

The sound was so sharp and high-pitched, like wire scraping against a stone slab, so harsh. The wound on his throat almost tore open again, oozing blood.

"What happened next is as you have seen." Ye Qingxuan said with a sneer: "Mr. Ingmar declared the results of the Voynich manuscript overnight. But unfortunately, the last part was not copied in full, which caused obvious logical gaps. …”

"all fake!"

Ingmar angrily grabbed the ink bottle on the table and threw it at Bart like crazy, "Slander! This is all slander!"

Bart didn't dodge and let the ink bottle hit his face. Black ink stayed down his cheek and blackened the tragic scar on his throat.

But that scar was indeed curved freely, with a vicious smile.

In front of everyone, Ye Qingxuan asked again:

"Bart, what did he say to you after we appealed?"

Bart was silent for a long time, then raised his incomplete palm and stroked the huge scar on his neck. His voice was calm, as if he was telling another person's story, with mockery:

"The teacher said that he would take care of everything and let me go back to my hometown to avoid the limelight. I believed it. Then on the way... haha, something happened on the way, and I became like this."

"I didn't! I didn't do anything...it's all Abraham's fault!"

Ingmar roared, but he could not see any trusting eyes, only suspicion and contempt. Until the end, he was unable to shout, and slumped on the chair dejectedly, just muttering to himself:

"I obviously...I really want to protect you, Bart, I just want to protect you..."

Bart closed his eyes in silence and stopped talking.

Ye Qingxuan patted him on the shoulder: Although he had never regarded him as his strong enemy, he even thought he was so hateful sometimes. But seeing him reduced to this level, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

The final summary statement was over. Charles pushed Bart's wheelchair again and took him away from the noisy hall.

After being treated like this, he could no longer stay in the academy.

According to the agreement between him and the shaman, after his injury is healed, a chanter will perform plastic surgery on him, give him a new identity, and then send him to Tianzhu or Asgard.

There, he might start his life over again.

No matter what, the boy named Bart Williams died the moment his throat was slit after being abandoned by his teacher.

From now on, he may never appear in the world again.

Now that things have happened, Ye Qingxuan no longer needs to argue with Ingmar about whether his testimony is a lie or whether there is any fallacy. All he had to do was let everyone see Ingmar's ugliness.

From now on, the vicious curse named Bart will forever haunt Ingmar.

His elegance was disgraced, his reputation was ruined, and he was criticized by thousands of people. The world is so big that he will no longer have a place to stand.

As Ingmar himself said:

——Let the garbage go back to the garbage heap! -

After witnessing the whole farce, the five masters who served as judges fell silent.

"The witness has not been declared and approved in advance, and the evidence provided is so incredible that there is a possibility of lying. Whether to collect evidence needs to be carefully considered."

Heisenberg said coldly: "I suggest that the court adjourn for fifteen minutes and then come back for a final vote. How about that?"

The first person to nod was Bartemi with a heavy expression, followed closely by Master Sergei. In the end, everyone approved the proposal.

The sound of the gavel echoed like a death bell, startling a sparrow in the distance.

This is the last gasp.