Crown of Silence

"Hehehe, come after me~"

It's like some psycho is playing a game with a pinched throat.

In the thick darkness of night, someone was running wildly, twisting strangely on the street under the silvery moonlight.

Ye Qingxuan swore that he had never seen such a heroic scene in his seventeen years of life.

Under the silver moonlight, the man with the messy chicken coop on his head was laughing loudly, twisting his hips and running wildly on the street... A gust of night wind blew up, lifting up the only shirt on his body, revealing his naked body. Big and bold pants.

Every time he ran barefoot and laughed, the aether ball would emit a flash of light in response.

"Grrrrrr!!!"

After letting out a string of laughter like a broken gong, he ran away from the street.

Ye Qingxuan looked at the ether ball blankly:

"Is this okay?!"

Before he finished speaking, the lunatic chicken coop head came running back with a loud chuckle, frightening Ye Qingxuan to the point of turning pale.

He ran wildly into the wind, then stopped in front of the boy without warning, bent down, pointed at the bruises on his face that had been beaten, and breathed out the smell of alcohol.

"You, tell me quickly!"

He asked with a serious face: "Am I handsome or not?"

"..."

His voice was low and clear, with a hint of hoarseness in the softness. It could be said to be pleasant to listen to, but Ye Qingxuan was intimidated by the aura of running naked and could not speak. However, the ether ball in his hand was still shining in response to the situation.

"Do you think I'm handsome?"

the naked man repeated.

"……handsome."

Ye Qingxuan praised him against his will: "So handsome, so handsome."

After saying this, he felt like his heart was broken. But if you take a closer look, this guy seems to be pretty good-looking if he doesn't get bruised and swollen. And he seems to be quite young.

"Hahaha, he is really handsome!"

The drunk young man put his hands on his hips and laughed. When a gust of wind blew, he fell to the ground and could not sleep.

Only Ye Qingxuan was left petrified in the wind.

"Hello? Are you okay?"

He kicked the man, but there was no reaction.

After a long time, Ye Qingxuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the chair, and planned to ignore everything and continue practicing the scales.

"La! La! La! La la la!"

The naked man with a chicken coop on the ground suddenly turned over, let out a foul-smelling burp, and then he patted his belly and sang a children's song: "It rained heavily tonight, and the flowers splashed all over the floor. Oops. Yeah, what does it matter~ We can be happy together~"

After singing, he paused and added dissatisfiedly:

"We are happy together!"

Damn it, who wants to be with you...

Looking at the ether ball that flashed crazily like a dog touching a sausage in his hand, Ye Qingxuan felt that he was going crazy... What is going on? Is a neurotic voice communicating with the ether all the time? !

Suddenly, the naked man on the ground got up and suddenly held Ye Qingxuan's hand. The young man looked at him with wide eyes, but his eyes were blurry.

Can't see anything clearly.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

"Brother, don't be afraid. The most important thing for a family is to be in order... As long as my brother is here, no one can knock you down!"

He grabbed Ye Qingxuan's hand and said in a hoarse voice: "What is the most precious thing in the world? It is love! It is love! Does your brother's love make you feel warm?"

"Warmth! Warmth!"

Ye Qingxuan nodded without conscience.

"Hey hey hey."

The naked man giggled, then lay on the ground and vomited. Even when this psycho was vomiting, Ye Qingxuan's etheric ball was still shining!

"What on earth is going on!"

Ye Qingxuan pulled out his etheric ball and was about to cry without tears: "I practiced reciting musical notes well, who did I offend?! It has no effect, why did I summon such a thing?!"

"Ugh...it doesn't work? Do you want to know why?"

The naked man finished vomiting and stood up staggeringly, wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Qingxuan nodded dullly.

Then, a finger touched the tip of his nose, and the naked man shouted seriously: "Give up, yours can't sense ether!"

Just when Ye Qingxuan was stunned, he snatched the booklet from Ye Qingxuan's hand and pointed to the standard syllables in it: "Also, the range of 'Extraction' is E2, which is high pitch! You can't sing it! Change it to another one, Change it to...change it to this!"

He was flipping through his notes as if he was drunk. After seeing a scrawled note from Lang Flute, his eyes lit up: "Practice this! This! Do you understand? You are best suited for this..."

Ye Qingxuan was stunned. He looked at the scrawled note above and was confused.

Those seemed to be the notes that Lang Di took down in his father's class, but even he himself didn't know what he was writing! How to practice!

"Remember, sound is just an appearance!"

The naked man pressed Ye Qingxuan's shoulders hard, and his voice suddenly changed from hoarse to cold, like the faint thunder in the distant clouds:

"——Ether is the controller of all things and the servant of will!"

Before Ye Qingxuan could react, he sang loudly again, and then ran away again in the flash of the etheric sphere.

Comes like the wind, goes like the wind, leaving only a place of vomiting...

"..."

After a long time, Ye Qingxuan finally came to his senses and yelled angrily: "You're crazy! Give me my book back!"

There was only a faint chuckle echoing in the night wind.

It’s fucking Yolde singing!

-

The next day, Ye Qingxuan woke up to the early morning bell, feeling as if he had swallowed live coals, with a tearing pain in his throat. He practiced all night last night relying on his memory.

The only result was that the vocal cords were swollen, and now I can hardly speak a complete sentence.

And I'm so hungry.

He took out his wallet with a grimace. He probably only had a few dozen dollars left on him. In Root Town, this is half a month's salary, but in Avalon, where prices are high, I can't live on such a small amount for three or four days, let alone ten days...

"Are you going to go back to your old job and become a beggar?"

He murmured in a low voice, feeling as if his throat was burning: "Can't you even find a faucet in Avalon now?"

Before he finished speaking, a bottle of milk was placed next to him.

Lao Fei came back leisurely with half a piece of wheat cake in his mouth, and generously distributed his earnings to the younger brother No. 1. Seeing Lao Fei not forgetting himself when he found something to eat, Ye Qingxuan was moved to tears.

But there is no time to cry at this time. Take the time to eat before talking.

A bottle of milk and half a wheat biscuit were quickly cleared away. Ye Qingxuan touched his stomach that had been hungry all night, and heard another hungry sound.

Still a little hungry...

Lao Fei yawned, flicked his tail, jumped off the bench and ran to who knows where. After a while, he came out again and placed a new bottle of milk and wheat cakes in front of him.

He stretched out his paw and pushed towards Ye Qingxuan, indicating that you should eat quickly if there is not enough.

"Where on earth did you find it?"

Ye Qingxuan picked up Lao Fei and looked up and down. Did this guy hide a cornucopia behind his back? Lao Fei bit him in displeasure, slapped his face with his tail, jumped off the bench and motioned for him to follow him.

In the early morning, many shops in Zhongcheng District were already open, and the number of pedestrians gradually increased. Few people paid attention to this white-haired kid and golden-haired old dog walking through the streets.

After turning left and right along the way, passing through two dirty alleys filled with garbage, we came to an alley. This seems to be the back entrance of a store.

Lao Fei ran under the small cabinet next to the back door, jumped up, opened the cabinet door with his mouth, and proudly turned back to show Ye Qingxuan the milk in the cabinet that had just been delivered by the courier...

"Hey! It was indeed stolen!"

Ye Qingxuan looked blankly at the cabinet that was about to be stolen by Lao Fei, his expression twitching.

Lao Fei howled twice, feeling very proud.

"Don't scream!"

Ye Qingxuan hurriedly covered his mouth: "Didn't I tell you not to steal? We still have some money! What if someone finds out and beats you up?"

Before he finished speaking, a voice came from behind, making him freeze.

"Oh? It turns out to be your dog."

A huge shadow covered him.

-

In the shadow, Ye Qingxuan turned around with difficulty and fell into silence.

The burly man looked down at him and said in a cold voice: "It came here three or four times early in the morning."

This man seemed a bit old, probably in his forties, with a mottled beard.

But his figure is terrifyingly burly. The two chest muscles almost burst the clothes, and the arms were thicker than Ye Qingxuan's thighs. He is nearly two meters tall and nearly two meters wide... He is a monster!

The most intimidating thing was the fire stick in his hand, which looked like it had just been pulled out of the stove. The red fire stick was still stained with soot.

Well, at least it looked like enough to kill ten stealing kids and replace their dogs.

"Uh, listen to my explanation."

Ye Qingxuan stuffed Lao Fei behind him and forced out a dry smile: "Um, I'm sorry, this dog is a bit in debt. I will pay you for the milk. You don't want to be like it."

The monster man looked at him expressionlessly, and slightly twisted his neck. When the joints rubbed together, they made a squeaking sound that made Ye Qingxuan turn pale.

Behind Ye Qingxuan, Lao Fei suddenly barked, making him burst into tears:

Lao Fei, please don't cause trouble at this time. Even if you lose, you won’t lose, but you see, his arms are thicker than my waist combined, so why can’t you just shut up first...

"I gave it the milk."

said the man.

"Um?!"

Ye Qingxuan felt a little confused today.

“Where else do you think its bread comes from?

The old man threw his fire stick aside, squatted down, and waved to Lao Fei. So Lao Fei ran out, exhaled and circled him twice, then raised his paw and patted his hand. When he looked back at Ye Qingxuan, his eyes were full of pride.

In the awkward silence, Ye Qingxuan's stomach made a hungry sound.

"Uh..." The boy turned his gaze to the side in embarrassment.

The monster man stood up, looked at the man and the dog, then nodded slightly and opened the back door:

"I just made soup, come in."

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An hour later, in the store.

Ye Qingxuan never thought that he could see a watch shop with such a huge area on this busy commercial street where every inch of land is at a premium.

Amidst the subtle ticking sound, countless clocks are displayed in every corner. Two-meter-tall old-fashioned table clocks, complicated clocks hanging on the wall, pocket watches hanging on the counter... Those clocks covered two-thirds of the shop, and the sound of hundreds of hour, minute and second hands lingering in the shop, setting off the scene The local shop becomes more and more quiet.

Ye Qingxuan grabbed the rag and wiped the window facing the street spotlessly. After taking two steps back, he nodded with satisfaction.

In this way, it can be considered as not eating someone else's meal in vain.

"Uncle, it's done." He turned around and reported.

So, behind the front desk, the monster man who had his face buried in a thin book and didn't know what he was doing raised his head.

"Are you here for the exam?"

He put down the book and said with a cold expression: "How did you get into this state? You can't even take care of your own dog."

On the mat, Lao Fei raised his head and barked in response.

"You really think highly of me. Instead of me raising it, it is clearly raising me." Ye Qingxuan muttered in a low voice.

"What a good dog."

The monster man stood up, squatted in front of the dozing old Fei, and carefully trimmed his messy hair. The burly man did this with gentle movements. His eyes are no longer numb, with a hint of warmth and sadness:

"It's exactly the same as the dog I used to raise. I had a dream about it last night. I saw it at the back door this morning and thought it was back..."

He was silent and suddenly asked: "Sell it?"

"Not for sale." Ye Qingxuan shook his head without thinking.

"You need money very much, right?"

"You can always find a way to make money." Ye Qingxuan smiled awkwardly: "If it doesn't work out, you can always earn some money by doing some odd jobs."

The monster man shook his head, stood up, walked to Ye Qingxuan, and looked down at him. The burly body brings great pressure.

"Hands out," he said.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hands. He looked down, then picked it up and smelled it. When his pupils narrowed, they looked like wild beasts, which made Ye Qingxuan slightly creepy.

"I have never grabbed a knife, and I have never been stained with blood. He is a decent person."

The uncle put down his hand and shook his head coldly: "In Avalon, it is the most difficult for people like this to survive. Where do you want to work? Ordinary stores will not accept people of unknown origin. Even if you are asked to go to the lower city to become a thief, you will do it." Not good. I’m afraid the people will be gone and the dogs will be taken away and sold for money.”

"Uh." Ye Qingxuan's weakness was poked in his heart: "There's always a way, right?"

"You have calluses on your hands from copywriting. Can you read and write?" Uncle Monster suddenly asked.

"meeting."

Ye Qingxuan answered honestly: "I can write some common language, rune script, oriental script, Asgardian language, including various documents..."

"Then go and clean up the attic."

"Um?"

"I sent the last guy to the hospital, and the store happened to be short of a bookkeeper. But there was no salary, and he was just responsible for breakfast and dinner. After ten days, he will leave me, do you understand?"

The uncle said coldly: "Also, I don't like trouble, so don't do unnecessary things. Do you have any questions?"

"No, no. Just take care of the food! It's good to take care of the food!"

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but giggle and rubbed his hands, almost overjoyed.

"Then don't sit around and come over and get to work."

The uncle's expression was still gloomy and cold, but when he said this, he felt a little awkward, as if he was embarrassed.

After opening his mouth several times, he finally lifted up the thin book that was almost torn in his hand, pointed at the cover and said, "Teach me how to read first."

"Well……"

Ye Qingxuan looked at the cover and was dumbfounded.

——"Angelu Fairy Tales".