Crown of Silence

Chapter 297 Appointment Governor

"Three hours and twenty minutes."

In the coffee shop opposite the school, in the open-air teahouse, Ye Qingxuan stopped the time on his pocket watch, "Although it has been calculated long ago, there is still an error of ten minutes.

There is still room for improvement..."

He went through the process again, and after finally finding the problem, he picked up the coffee in front of him, drank it in one gulp, and smiled cheerfully.

For the first time, he realized the power of the mind musician.

The power of "othering freedom" is subtle, inserting cleverly into the gaps in thinking, using people as pawns to push things to develop in the direction you want.

Those in authority are often caught up in it without realizing it, and they don’t understand how they died until the last moment.

It's no wonder that telepathic musicians are feared by others. Once such power is abused, it may be destructive enough to destroy any relationship between people.

After all, no one can guarantee whether the companions who accompany them day and night have any hints planted in their hearts...

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan also became slightly vigilant in his heart, planning how to prevent others from using this trick against him: In fact, the easiest way is to strike first and plant an automatic cue in everyone's body.

Laura used to like to do this the most. Each subordinate had several layers of hints planted in his heart, one link after another, and each 'introduction' was different. Guys who want to poach her, or who are planning to come up with some bad ideas, will often drink several bottles of wine at this time and be teased by her while being applauded.

Laura had countless tricks that were more extreme than this, especially the introductory book she threw at her. It was not a black musician, but a black musician.

Every skill is extremely powerful... If someone could practice all the above, Ye Qingxuan would feel it was a pity not to destroy the world and take revenge on society.

Ye Qingxuan shook his head and stood up to pay the bill.

At the end of the long street, a black motorcade came silently.

In the dusk of the afternoon, the black motorcade was branded with the coat of arms of the Royal Band of Musicians. The scene in the car window was blocked by the curtains, so it was not clear how many people were sitting on it.

In the middle of the convoy, there was also a truck pulling. The truck was a dark iron box with a seal attached, and fire paint was poured into the unsealed box. It looked like it was transporting something.

"Brother Stool?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at the leader of the team and found that among the royal musicians on horseback was Gavin. Gavin seemed to have noticed him and looked over.

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand, but he didn't expect that after hesitating for a moment, he said something to the person next to him, and then urged his horse to run over.

"Brother Stool, you are so majestic."

Ye Qingxuan looked at him riding a black horse, wearing a uniform, with a stern look on his face, and teased him.

Gavin smiled reluctantly, as if he was worried, and whispered: "Ye Qingxuan, some bad things will happen in the city these two days, and the Royal Orchestra has been under martial law.

If you have nothing to do, don't wander around. Stay in the academy. It's best to go out for a month and come back after the limelight has passed. "

Hearing what he said, Ye Qingxuan was stunned, nodded and smiled: "I understand, don't worry. Also, just call me Ye Zi."

"...Ye Zi, please be safe."

Gavin took one last look, turned his horse's head, and chased in the direction of the convoy.

Ye Qingxuan stood there, watching the motorcade gradually go away and disappear into the remaining light of the setting sun. He raised his hand, drank the coffee he had taken away, and threw it into the wastebasket.

"Big move?"

The young man murmured softly: "It seems we have to speed up the time."

He turned and walked into the academy.

——

Late at night, the study door was pushed open.

Abraham raised his head and saw the white-haired young man at the door. He took off his glasses and said, "Ye Zi, what's the matter?"

The young man grinned: "Teacher, regarding the interpretation... I have some doubts."

Abraham understood, and pressed down with his iron hand, the Requiem barrier silently enveloped the school district, blocking all etheric fluctuations.

Ye Qingxuan closed the door, sat behind the desk, and respectfully handed over a stack of manuscripts: "Teacher, when I was interpreting an ancient piece of music, there were some music theory issues that I couldn't understand.

How should this paragraph be interpreted? "

Abraham looked through the manuscript, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and soon he smiled, "It's very simple." He picked up the chalk and started writing on the blackboard behind him.

"This interval is a relatively rare format. It connects the past and the future. It is at the core of the entire 'music phrase', so you should use this as your theme and start from here... For note construction, you can refer to the Sixth Generation Saint Tubach's writings..."

The first question about 'interpretation' was solved so easily and simply. Ye Qingxuan understood the idea and thought silently. After a long time, a bright light flashed in his eyes and he handed over another manuscript:

"And this part, I don't quite understand either."

Abraham took it, stared at the fragmented passages and questions, and laughed after a long time, "From an interpretation point of view, you should..."

It took five hours, until 3 o'clock in the morning, for the problems Ye Qingxuan had accumulated over the past few days to finally be completely solved.

During the whole process, the two people only communicated about the interpretation of the music, just like a consultation and teaching between scholars and masters. Ye Qingxuan did not say that it was originally a forbidden movement from the Stone Heart School, and Abraham never mentioned any words or proper nouns from the forbidden school.

One question, one answer. The question seemed illogical, and the answer sounded completely different from what was asked.

But as time passed, Ye Qingxuan became more joyful and uncontrollable. Until the last question was over, he closed his eyes and pondered for a long time. The ether fluctuations in his body suddenly surged, then collapsed, and then returned to peace after a strange change.

"I understand, that's what it is."

He opened his eyes and smiled: "Thank you teacher for your guidance."

"You can ask me at any time about interpretation."

Abraham waved his hand and canceled the barrier, "When are you going to attack the official musicians?"

"...To be honest, I don't know either."

Ye Qingxuan's expression suddenly became complicated.

Abraham frowned, stretched out his hand to hold the young man's shoulder, and soon his expression became astonished: "You haven't advanced yet? Your resonance with the ether has surpassed that of mine..."

"But I don't have any signs of being sent to heaven."

The young man smiled bitterly, "I can feel that my strength has been rising rapidly recently, which has been several times higher than it has been in a few months. Logically speaking, I should have advanced to become a formal musician, but there has been no movement yet."

Abraham pondered for a long time and said: "Maybe it's because you haven't reached your limit yet? You also study the music theory of forbidden, illusion, and telepathic schools. I'm afraid the difficulty of advancement is much higher than that of ordinary musicians."

Hearing what he said, Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt embarrassed: "Actually, I haven't given up on the Apocalypse faction... It seems that learning too much is not a good thing."

"This is your talent, Ye Zi." Abraham smiled, "You have only been studying music theory for less than half a year, haven't you? You are a real genius."

"Compared to someone like my senior brother, how can I be considered a genius?" The young man shook his head and stood up to say goodbye.

"leaf."

Abraham stopped him, and the boy turned around, "Huh?"

"After becoming a formal musician, have you chosen a research direction?" Abraham asked: "How are you thinking about changing jobs? If you want to work as a 'Silent One', I can find a way to find some former colleagues. Come and help.”

"This, actually already exists."

Ye Qingxuan fumbled with the Jiuxiao ring pendant between his fingers, and smiled as he recalled the name that lingered in his ears in his sleep these days:

"Maybe it's called 'Dream Weaver'?"

——

Three days later, in the basement.

On a pile of scrapped parts, Charles, with dark circles under his eyes, yawned, grabbed a bottle of beer in his hand and drank it, then pointed to the things on the table:

"It's done, let's try it."

Ye Qingxuan looked along what he was pointing at, but he only saw the Sighing Arm Armor placed on a pile of strange parts. There was no alloy skeleton at all as he imagined.

He looked at Ciel, who drank his beer and ignored him. He had no choice but to pick up the Sighing Arm Armor in confusion and put it on his left arm.

With a click, the metal arm armor fit tightly onto the boy's body, and then, the notes on it lit up one by one, releasing a buzzing trembling sound.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned and heard the broken parts on the workbench behind him shaking one by one, colliding with each other and making crisp sounds.

Like...resonance?

Immediately afterwards, a faint electric light jumped from Ye Qingxuan's arm, and in an instant, the parts on the workbench were pulled by invisible magnetic force and thrown towards the young man. Ye Qingxuan subconsciously raised his arm to block it in front of him, but felt a snap as the parts were connected to the arm armor.

The burst of electric light pulled the broken parts around Ye Qingxuan, and in an instant, a series of crisp sounds sounded. The magnetic attraction pulls the parts to fit into each other, rivets. A piece of metallic color rapidly expanded on Ye Qingxuan's body, until finally, it covered his limbs and back, forming a strange metal skeleton.

Following Ye Qingxuan's movements, the runes on the metal skeleton continued to turn on and off, assisting his movements, being light and flexible without any resistance.

The weight is only one-third of the original.

"Is there no power system?" Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

Charles finished his beer, wiped the remaining alcohol from the corner of his mouth, and grinned: "Aether is the best motivation. Innovation is the life of a designer, and working according to the original design is not my style."

Ye Qingxuan seemed to understand, and tried to move forward, but he didn't expect a strong wind. In an instant, the young man's body flew several meters away and almost hit the wall.

He was covered in cold sweat, looked down at his feet, and tried to slowly bend his knees. He felt a repulsive force from the metal bones that fit between the legs, and he suddenly understood.

"Magnetic push and repulsion?"

"That's right!"

Charles whistled: "This is inspired by old man Newton. Since electricity can be used as a driving force, the repulsion and attraction between magnetic fields should also have a role.

You'd better not jump here if you don't want to put a hole in our ceiling. Its theoretical jumping height should be about ten meters... Both the one-handed thrust and stability are more than twice as strong as the original 'Iron Bone'! "

"More than that."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head and looked at the iron rod twisted into a ball between his fingers. What this guy said, Charles, was definitely a conservative figure. If he didn't care about his endurance and opened it up at full speed... there would be absolutely no problem in fighting that pervert butcher in a short period of time.

and……

The moonlight lit up in his eyes, and he looked up. Through the layers of ceilings, he could clearly feel the stars moving above his head, and the clouds of ether filling the space between heaven and earth.

Even through the surface, he could vaguely feel an inexplicable rhythm and beat, fleeting, but with an intoxicating beauty.

I'm afraid that's the power of the mysterious 'Sea of ​​Ether', a power that can only be sensed after becoming an official musician.

"The resonance of the ether...has been strengthened?"

"You don't think that dangerous items like the 'Archangel Armor' are something that ordinary people can handle, do you?"

Ciel laughed: "This is originally the armor of musicians. Equipment that turns fragile musicians into destroyers on the battlefield.

The formulas of many alloys are the products of alchemists, and they can enhance the power of musicians. All I did was channel them out.

After simplification and transformation, although there is no way to store the music, it is no less than any dress of the same stage.

You don’t have your own ‘dress’ yet, right? "Ciel patted him on the shoulder, "It's a gift in advance for you to become an official musician. "

Although Charles said it was simple, Ye Qingxuan also studied the principles of mechanical engineering. He obviously knew how difficult it was to transform the Archangel Armor into what it is now while retaining its original functions. He couldn't help but be a little moved.

"Senior brother, you are indeed a good person!" He patted Charles on the shoulder and said sincerely, "I will remember you forever."

"..." Charles' expression twitched: "Can you say something nice?"

"Okay, how is the job? What's your salary every month? How much can you get after tax? When will you bring a girlfriend back? When will you get married? Is there no time to buy a house in Zhongcheng?"

Xia Er's face became more and more defeated, and he was obviously about to be defeated: "Ye Qingxuan, what kind of hatred do I have against you? Why do you hurt me like this?"

"Haha, just kidding." Ye Qingxuan couldn't help laughing and stopped his shoulder: "Thank you, senior brother!"

"Just remember that senior brother is good to you." Charles rolled his eyes at him and patted the bones on his shoulder: "Name your things."

Ye Qingxuan thought for a moment and said:

"'Ren Du', how about 'Ren Du'?"

"...Although it's a little strange, it's fine if you like it."

Charles picked up the tool and knocked on the equipment that hurt the young man: "Take it off, and I will adjust it for you. After all, this thing is life-saving, and the more suitable it is, the better.

I didn't expect that you have grown a lot in the past few days, and you are almost as tall as me. "

After taking off his 'Ren Du', Ye Qingxuan sat next to the workbench and hesitated to speak: "Senior brother..."

"Um?"

"Seriously, it's almost Christmas, when are you going to bring a girlfriend back?"

"Ye Zi, if you keep pushing, believe it or not, I will kill you..."

"Okay, okay, I shut up,"