Crown of Silence

Chapter 347 Stranger

After leaving Elder Caligula's home, Ye Qingxuan took a tour of the entire Auschwitz gathering area and got a general understanding of the terrain.

There are several places that have clearly been bought up, giving off obvious etheric fluctuations. If you look with the eyes of silence, you can see invisible barriers.

In some places, the surrounding buildings have been bulldozed, leaving a solitary building exuding a chill that no strangers should enter.

Some places are deep in residential areas, but there is no sound around them, and only a dark fog can be observed, and no one knows what is hidden in it.

There is only one guy like Ye Qingxuan who can sleep in a hotel at night and set up a stall on the street during the day...

However, when he returned to the stall, he found that someone had already come to the door.

Right in front of the empty stall, there was a figure sitting on the ground like a guest, casually picking the weapons on the stall, looking at this one, touching that one, like a picky customer, and in the end, he picked it up He picked up a short knife and rubbed it in his hand.

"Hello Mr. Ye."

Hearing the footsteps behind him, the musician turned around, revealing the face he had seen last night under his hood.

"I'm Colt."

He said, "Colt Flagg. I heard my teacher talk about you."

"Who is your teacher?"

"Heisenberg," Colt said. "Master Heisenberg of the Rock and Iron Institute."

Ye Qingxuan thought of his former teacher's council, and the cold and sinister faces among the council members, and he could vaguely see similar shadows on the faces of the musicians in front of him.

The same cold and hard atmosphere.

He nodded, "Disrespectful."

"There's nothing to be disrespectful about. After all, the relationship between our teachers is not that glorious."

Colt looked at him, "The teacher also said that he is not as good as Abraham. He has a perfect disciple who can inherit his mantle and carry it forward. To be honest, it makes me jealous."

Ye Qingxuan was stunned. He did not expect Heisenberg to think so highly of him.

"It's the master who has given me the award."

Colt smiled and didn't say anything, just playing with the short knife in his hand.

"Want to join forces?" he asked suddenly.

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment and shook his head slightly: "Forget it, I'm not the gregarious kind of person."

"What a pity."

Colt stared at him with an indifferent expression: "This answer is such a pity."

With a crisp sound, the dagger came out of its shell, and a chill shot out from the scratched dagger.

Faint waves of ether spread from his body, carrying strong hostility.

Ye Qingxuan looked at him coldly without saying a word.

Ye Qingxuan would still be slightly wary of other summoning musicians who had a bad temper or were mentally unstable summoning musicians who suffered from animalistic problems all year round. But if the opponent is an inspired musician known for his rationality and insight, Ye Qingxuan will not worry.

No one with any sense would violate the prohibition of the Holy City and risk getting the locals involved in a rash fight with themselves in this market.

The damage power of the Apocalypse Musician is too small, so every point is so precious and must be used properly to kill with one hit.

In some extreme schools, if there is no more than 60% certainty, the enlightenment musician will never take action.

Ye Qingxuan should be careful not to fight back rashly, otherwise this guy would take advantage of him.

In the silent stalemate, Colt suddenly laughed at himself:

"This kind of feint really won't work on you."

In his hand, the cold dagger was sheathed silently and returned to its original position.

"——The knife is good."

He stood up, said goodbye politely, turned away, and disappeared down the street.

Ye Qingxuan watched him go away indifferently, and sat back in his seat behind the stall. After a long time, he picked up a rag and wiped off Colt's fingerprints left on the dagger.

Put the knife into its sheath.

He smiled in the distance.

At his feet, the rag was silently burned to ashes.

——

At the end of the street, after turning the corner, Colt's footsteps stopped suddenly and looked at the woman hidden in the shadows.

"Ariana, how's it going?" he asked in a low voice.

Arianna's expression changed. After a long time, she shook her head gloomily: "There's no response yet. Are you sure you really put the 'suggestion' mark I made on his stall?"

"I promise."

Colt said calmly: "Among all the apocalyptic musicians in Auschwitz, I am the only one who can detect the existence of that hint."

Before she finished speaking, a subtle crisp sound burst out from Arianna's fingertips.

Arianna's expression changed, she lowered her head and looked at her fingers, and found a crack on the gem ring on her index finger.

"Is it?"

She expressionlessly took off the valuable piece of alchemy equipment and threw it into the trash: "Now there is another one."

"..."

Colt was silent for a moment, his pupils drooping: "It seems that Ye Qingxuan's threat level needs to be raised - in the future, allied musicians should be careful about him and deal with him as a resonance-level enemy."

"Is it that exaggerated?"

Arianna frowned: "If there is no evidence, they will not accept it: the guy who was the weakest candidate yesterday suddenly jumped to the top of the threat ranking."

"It doesn't matter. If you want evidence..."

Colt sneered, turned and left:

"——After Ye Qingxuan clears out a few of those blind guys, it will naturally appear."

——

Ye Qingxuan didn't think about what Colt was planning, but just regarded this as a test between competitors. After rechecking the several illusion fulcrums he had hidden around the stall, he returned to a state of thinking.

Soon, he found that he seemed to be stared at by a strange person.

And he was stared very closely.

He was stared very impudently.

He was so impudent that he squatted in front of the stall, looking left and right, with a focused and curious expression.

It was a little girl from Romulus, who looked about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a dirty robe like everyone else. Her hair was flaxen with a little gold.

She was a mixed-race.

She was carrying a shriveled backpack, and the pockets were stuffed with small things. Small hairpins, small scissors, small notes, and a dead white mouse...

Well, it has become a specimen, and it is still with her.

Her face was painted with some strange paint, like a little witch who would have been burned at the stake in the past.

She squatted beside the stall, looked left, right, and then left again... Ye Qingxuan felt uneasy.

"Why are you...looking at me?"

Ye Qingxuan leaned back a little, looking blankly at the approaching girl.

Hearing his question, the girl was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and answered frankly:

"I forgot."

"..."

Ye Qingxuan almost spurted out a mouthful of blood from his throat, coughing violently, not knowing how to respond to this.

The girl squatted beside the stall, propped up her face with her elbows, and looked at him curiously.

"Are you also from outside?"

She said, "I just saw a few people looking at you over there."

"How many people?" Ye Qingxuan noticed her words and frowned, "Are there more?"

"Probably?"

The girl scratched her messy hair: "Is this what we are going to talk about? I can't remember."

"..."

Ye Qingxuan heard the sound of his own logic collapsing: What do you mean I can't remember, and what are we going to talk about? We didn't say anything!

Don't suddenly speak in the tone that we are already very familiar with!

"Sorry, I don't know what you are talking about."

Ye Qingxuan swallowed a mouthful of blood: "Do you have something to do with me?"

"Oh, don't we know each other?"

The girl looked at him in confusion, found the answer in his sad and angry eyes, and nodded in understanding: "Then you must have bought a map, right? Just pretend I haven't been here."

"What map?"

Ye Qingxuan never thought that one day he would have such trouble communicating with others, and he almost doubted his IQ. This little girl is not a little psychopath?

"...Oh, so you haven't bought it before?"

The girl's eyes lit up: "You want it? The map is very cheap! Don't you outsiders all want to go to the underground palace under the mine? I'm the only one who has been to the outermost underground palace!

Although I can't lead the way, you just need to spend... spend..."

She paused, rummaged through her pocket for a long time, took out a piece of paper with the price written on it, took a look, and quickly hid it again, saying seriously: "You can buy the map I drew by hand for three hundred yuan!"

Do you think I will believe you and pay for it if you say that!

Ye Qingxuan's face was full of regrets, and he didn't know what to say.

"Well, do you think it's expensive?"

The girl misunderstood something and scratched her head apologetically: "That's right, I think it's expensive too. How about you give me a hundred. If you still feel it's a loss, I'll give you another secret passage that no one has ever been to."

After that, she took out a "map" covered with strange graffiti from her backpack without waiting for Ye Qingxuan to speak, and grabbed a pen to draw on the back.

How to describe the painting style... quite 'soul', especially full of wildness and sensuality.

In short, apart from being able to vaguely see two statues and a door, nothing can be seen.

Soon, she stuffed the map into Ye Qingxuan's hand, and then looked at him expectantly.

Waiting for the money.

"..."

Is this a new type of blackmail and begging method?

Ye Qingxuan was numb: Forget it, it doesn't matter, it's just a hundred yuan, please take it away quickly, don't hurt my reason and logic anymore.

"Wouldn't it be better if you said you wanted money earlier?"

He took out a hundred yuan sadly and handed it to the little girl. The girl smiled and reached out to take it, but found that she couldn't pull it out. She pulled it again, and Ye Qingxuan let go of her hand, but held her wrist.

She looked at Ye Qingxuan.

But Ye Qingxuan looked at her wrist, on which there was a faint mark of two snakes intertwined and a cross staff.

Ye Qingxuan took out his pocket watch and looked at the emblem on it, comparing it with hers, but found no difference.

"Where did this tattoo come from?"