Crown of Silence

Chapter 320 Stein's Secret Room

The next day, in the afternoon, the weather was fine.

The noise of last night was almost invisible.

For most people, last night was just a rare earthquake, which caused a tsunami and chaos, and brought a lot of shock. But the shock was over, and it became a topic of conversation during afternoon tea.

People happily talked about the scandal of someone's family last night, and discussed the magical power of musicians participating in the repair and reconstruction of buildings. Only a few sensitive people felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't say it.

Maybe there were more patrolling soldiers on the streets, maybe the mounted police seemed to have become more dedicated, or maybe there were more musicians in robes at the checkpoints when entering and leaving the city gate...

The hidden turmoil in the upper city was too far away for them. I don't know how long it will take for it to become a bizarre rumor and topic of conversation again?

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes! Such a big dragon! Flying in the sky..." In the tavern, a young man gestured exaggeratedly, attracting a burst of laughter.

"Don't be silly, you are probably hallucinating because you are scared?"

"Dragon? Not to mention a dragon, there is not even a dragon hair!"

Amid the booing, the young man sat back in his seat and knocked on the head of his younger brother beside him: "Drink less, don't get drunk."

"I won't get drunk..." The younger brother kept his head down, unhappy.

"Okay, there is wine everywhere, but if you don't leave now, you will miss the boat."

Because of being ridiculed, the young man couldn't save face and pulled his younger brother up, paid the bills, and prepared to leave with the package.

"This is your brother, he is very cute?" The middle-aged bartender laughed and reached out to rub the child's short chestnut hair. The child glared at the bartender with dissatisfaction.

When the bartender came to his senses, he found that the two brothers had already left.

He patted his head a little stupidly, but found that he couldn't remember how they left no matter what. He only remembered that child, that child's eyes...pure golden, like gems.

For some reason, his memory began to blur and dissipate quickly. Soon, he forgot that someone had come and returned to his busy and peaceful daily life.

At the city gate, the long queue out of the city was moving slowly.

At the front, the inspecting musician looked at the two brothers in front of him, "Vladimir, Avdeevich... are you from the Caucasus Federation? It's really a long way."

"Only those who are willing to devote themselves to art are real painters, aren't they?"

The elder brother called Vladimir smiled, but his common language did not have a Caucasian accent at all. Instead, he spoke in a language close to the upper class of Anglo, full of elegance and smoothness: "Anglo is just the first stop. We plan to go to Burgundy next, advance to Asgard from the sea, and finally go to the Holy City."

A faint light lit up in the musician's eyes, swept over the brothers, and soon went out. He nodded, stamped their passports, and handed them the passports with a smile:

"Have you seen the murals in the Covent Opera House? They are rare Baroque mural masterpieces. We haven't left the city yet, so it's not too late to go back and take a look."

"I've been there a long time ago, but unfortunately, I found out after I came here that it was burned down in a fire decades ago." Vladimir showed a regretful expression: "Anglo is really not careful enough about the preservation of art. Uh, sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay."

The musician smiled, waved his hand, and signaled the knights behind him to open the door and let them pass: "Have a good trip."

"Thank you, if I have the chance, I will definitely come back to see it again."

Vladimir smiled, took his brother's hand, and walked out of the city gate.

Behind him, around the crowded customs team, there were knights wearing ominous black clothes standing, they patrolled the crowd, and their eyes under the hood were as sharp as knives.

Soon, the passenger ship in the distance roared and gradually left the port.

On the deck, the two brothers from the Caucasus Federation stared at the city reluctantly, and the pure white city gradually receded in their eyes.

"It's so miserable, everyone in the House of Representatives, maybe you have been hanged on the gallows. Thinking that I am the only one who survived by faking my death, I feel a little uneasy about my non-existent conscience."

In the quiet sea breeze, 'Vladimir' sighed regretfully and waved goodbye: "Goodbye, everyone, although I may not avenge you, but I will remember you.

You will be recorded in my autobiography as a typical failure, so that you can live forever in the future and be recorded in history!"

No one responded.

He smiled, retracted his gaze, and looked down at his side.

The young little boy also looked up at him, his golden eyes were like amber, and in the amber were animalistic vertical pupils, with the cruelty and gloom of demons.

"Naberis, I'm hungry."

"Just bear with it for a little while."

The black musician named Naberis reached out and gently stroked the boy's short chestnut hair, as if he was stroking some rare treasure.

"Poor little Mordred, uncle will take you to see the big goldfish, okay?"

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Same afternoon, Jianlan Underground Palace.

The dark carriage drove into the underground square and stopped in front of the gate. Ye Qingxuan stood in front of the dusty huge door, still dressed in the disguise of the lower city.

Behind him, Dominic's figure seemed to blend into the darkness, blurry.

It seemed that there was a small problem. Two minutes later, the princess in a white dress pushed the door out of the carriage. After coughing twice, she bowed her head and greeted: "Sorry for the long wait, Mr. Holmes."

"Just in time, I just arrived too." Ye Qingxuan responded calmly, but he didn't know why the princess, who was always cold, didn't even look at him this time?

Is it because the impression left is too bad? No way, after all, at least he helped to remove the curse! The attitude should be at least friendly.

Not to mention "respect", but at least it shouldn't be "cold"!

However, thinking of the deaths he made by using the princess as an experiment, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but feel a little scared. Fortunately, it was not "hatred", otherwise he would really be finished.

After a brief silence and embarrassment, Mary coughed and walked in front:

"Please follow me."

She passed Ye Qingxuan and handed an old key to Dominic. Dominic took a look, nodded, turned around and inserted the key into the door behind him.

The door slammed open with a sharp sound of steel friction.

Dominic did not lead the way as usual, but just handed over a lantern and glanced at Ye Qingxuan with a subtle look: "What a lucky kid."

In the distant darkness behind the gap in the door, the princess in a white dress picked up the lantern and looked back at him. Ye Qingxuan woke up from his daze and hurried to follow.

The door slammed shut behind them.

In silence, he heard Mary's footsteps in front. The girl raised the lantern, and the lantern illuminated the spiraling steps under her feet. The spiral steps seemed to extend endlessly downward.

Every time he entered this door, what he saw was completely different, and there was a surprise every time.

Ye Qingxuan looked around, looking at the cracks on the wall and the incomplete patterns, and always felt that he was in an abandoned castle.

He took a deep breath, and could not feel the dust and decay, nor the wind, and no other smells. He could only smell the faint perfume coming from the front.

Well, Your Highness, your taste is quite good.

Ye Qingxuan nodded quietly in his heart.

Mary, who was leading the way in front, seemed to be unaccustomed to such a long silence. She coughed twice softly, "Mr. Holmes, you don't seem to be surprised. Have you ever been to such a place?"

More than that, I go to work here every day, and I come here more often than you...

Of course, I can't say that. Ye Qingxuan just nodded: "To be honest, I also feel puzzled. Some small places can feel different from the outside world.

Some are like black areas, but more stable than black areas."

Hearing this, Mary smiled softly: "The Jianlan Underground Palace is a place where the material world and the etheric world highly overlap, so Many things that are not in line with common sense have happened.

Because of its special nature, it was transformed into its current appearance hundreds of years ago in preparation for the future - because this is the best secret library and sealing place, it can be said to be a naturally formed "field".

People who are not recognized can only see two walls when they push the door. Only those who hold the medium and the key can enter. But what they see is completely different. "

"So that's it."

Ye Qingxuan nodded slightly, thinking of the key that Mary handed to Dominic, which should be like his own librarian certificate, both of which are keys to open the road.

One key, one road, but everyone uses the same door.

The distorted spatial relationship in it made him feel confused, but this situation actually happened in many places. The physical laws known to humans are often subverted in the face of the ever-changing world, but there are always reasons and reasons.

This is also closely related to the music theory of the Forbidden School. After all, the Forbidden School studies the ether itself, and the phenomenon caused by ether interference is also included.

With Ye Qingxuan's current attainments, he still couldn't understand why this situation happened. He could only remember it in his mind and think about it slowly.

"We are going to the core of the Royal Museum, the Stein Chamber."

Mary said, "It displays the collections of emperors of all dynasties and precious items collected from all over the world. There are even pieces of music rated as natural disasters, as well as rare famous pianos and ancient flutes."

She paused, looked back, and said solemnly: "Therefore, I hope Mr. Holmes will not spread what you hear and see here, otherwise the royal family will be deeply disturbed."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, "I understand."

So, he quickly retracted his gaze, as if he didn't want to look at it for even a second longer.

Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched a little. Although he had been disguised and concealed, he was not so ugly that he couldn't look at it, right?

"In view of Mr. Holmes' outstanding performance yesterday and his great contribution to Anglo, His Majesty has agreed to Mr. Maxwell's request and opened the Stein Secret Room for you to choose one of the collections."

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