Crown of Silence

Chapter 411 Wolf and Dog

It was a noisy afternoon.

In the port of Caen, an iron ship is parked in the port, and people are coming and going in the port.

The hot afternoon sun shone down from the sky, and the people at the window found it dazzling, so they closed the curtains to block the noise and prying eyes outside the cabin.

In the dim cabin suite, the young man turned back and looked at the old man across the table.

The old man took out an opened letter from his sleeve, placed it on the table, and slowly pushed it towards the young man.

The young man yawned lazily and raised his eyes:

"Master Bono, what do you mean?"

"This is what the dean meant."

Master Bono looked at the young man opposite him coldly and said in a hoarse voice: "Take it back, Colt, and the academy can forget about it."

Colt lowered his head, looked at the envelope, reached out and touched it, and couldn't help but smile.

He pushed the letter back with a cold voice: "I have made it very clear in the letter, Master, that I am not a talented person in the school, and I cannot afford the high expectations of the school, so I choose to quit. Why should the school force itself anymore?"

"Do you know what you're talking about, Colt?"

Master Bono's eyes darkened: "For hundreds of years, there has never been such a precedent in the academy. If you inherit the music theory of the Secret Keeper School and make an oath, you will be a member of the Secret Keeper School for the rest of your life. The only way out is death."

"You are still young and do not understand the cost. The college is willing to forgive you, as long as you take back this letter. We will forget about it."

His tone was so cold that even the air became biting, but Colt remained still, just looking at him, the smile on his lips became more and more mocking.

"Forgive? That's such a good word."

He smiled and shook his head: "I had never heard this word when I was unknown. Once I became famous, the whole world seemed to be compassionate, full of tenderness and love.

Unfortunately, this sympathy came too late! "

He flicked his fingers and flicked the letter back into Master Bono's arms, and said coldly: "Please go back, Master Bono. I will not go back to the Secret Keeper School. Or..."

He paused and his smile became meaningful:

"You can choose to take me back by force?"

Master Bono frowned, and a chilling chill flashed in his eyes. In the silence, his fingers lifted slightly, but they stopped in the air. In the silence, the air in the empty cabin seemed to freeze.

In the suites on both sides, there was a faint sound of sword blades ringing.

After a long time, he slowly lowered his raised finger and looked at Colt coldly. The anger in his eyes was forcibly suppressed and turned into a gloomy one: "Colt, do you think you can walk to the Holy City safely?"

Colt smiled: "Do you dare to touch me?"

Since the end of the First World War in Auschwitz, Colt has become famous all over the world as a hero. He sacrificed himself to save many musicians, and acted decisively to seize the opportunity to severely damage the fallen saint Paganini. His many deeds have further enhanced his image. Adding an extra layer of brilliance.

Especially as a hero who prevented natural disasters from usurping human territory, and as a musician who showed amazing abilities in the Holy City Trial, the Holy City will also grant him the title of 'Emperor'. His path to the scepter has been unimpeded, and he is already a leader. A future saint.

In particular, he joined the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith and was highly trusted. He was awarded the position of Confidential Secretary of the Holy See before even completing the formal ceremony, and he had a bright future.

Under such circumstances, no matter what the Secret Keeper School or even Yantie Academy wants to do to him, they must first consider the attitude of the Holy City.

Otherwise, what Colt is facing now is not the words of Master Bono, but the sword of the assassin "The Silent One" raised by the Keeper School.

Colt knows better than anyone else that the Secret Keeper School has nothing to do with him!

"Shall we touch you?"

Master Bono looked at the arrogant smile on his lips and slowly shook his head: "Colt, don't you know better than anyone else who wants to touch you?

Otherwise, why would you hide your whereabouts, pretend to be a noble, and hide in this ship full of immigrants to go to the Holy City? Even the School of Secret Keepers requires the use of a beacon to find you.

With such a secretive whereabouts, who are you hiding from? "

Colt did not answer, but waved his hand without interest, almost rudely asking a master to leave.

"Since you're so stubborn, there's no need to talk nonsense. I hope you get what you want, Colt."

Master Bono was not angry, he just stood up coldly, turned around and left.

However, the moment he pushed the door open, he glanced behind Colt unintentionally. There was nothing there.

He sneered and closed the door.

The master in gray is like an old traveler, walking overtime with a cane, passing by the sailors carrying supplies and water. After passing the immigrants lying in the sun while working overtime and the vendors selling goods, I stepped off the ship and merged into the market at the port.

Soon, behind him, the iron wheel roared and sailed away from the port.

Bono stared at the iron wheel going away, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly under his white beard.

"Did you hear everything? Heisenberg, you are such a good student."

Thousands of miles away, in the quiet room, Heisenberg opened his eyes. He had been observing Master Bono with a lighthouse, and naturally witnessed everything Colt said.

He smoked his pipe in silence, and after a long time, he sighed indifferently: "It was my mistake, I didn't think that there was wolf blood in the dog's bones.

I underestimated him. "

"It has to be cleaned up."

Master Bono said coldly: "The secret music theory of the Lighthouse is the core of the Secret Keeper School and must not be left out."

"unnecessary."

Master Heisenberg closed his eyes again.

"A dog that turns into a wolf looks majestic and steals the show, but after its ambition is satisfied, it will start to feel guilty and scared..."

"Believe me, Bono, he's going to regret this. Soon."

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As Bono left, silence returned to the cabin.

In the silence, Colt stood up and bowed his head respectfully to the air behind him: "Thank you for your help, Master Philip."

In the suites on both sides, two burly blood-clothed priests slowly walked out.

Under their red robes, the right arm holding the sword is a prosthetic limb made of metal - technology from the Chainsaw Order gives them unimaginable strength and near-immortal limbs.

They stood guard in front of the door, bowed their heads and said nothing, just like stone statues.

And right in front of Colt, the skinny old man walked out of the illusion.

He was hunched over, using a cane, skinny and skinny, and his saggy face was covered with wrinkles and spots.

But his eyes were pure white, and their eyes were cold and cold, as if they were trying to penetrate every secret in people's hearts, which made people's hearts tremble.

"No need to thank you, it's just your duty."

He coughed softly: "In so many years, this is the first time that the Doctrine of the Faith has recruited outsiders, and they are also future saints. Talents are rare, so naturally we have to be more cautious. At Yantie Academy, I will look back on the sect's I sent a letter to them in name, so you don’t have to worry.”

He paused and his voice became serious:

"It's just that I hope this kind of thing doesn't happen in the Doctrine of the Faith, do you understand?"

Colt's smile did not change, and his head bowed deeper: "Please rest assured, Mr. Philip, if I leave the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith, is there still room for me in this world?"

Master Philip's expression became more and more satisfied, and he patted his shoulder: "Wherever this is, young talents like you, Colt, can shine wherever they are.

We are lucky that you can choose the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith. "

The two looked at each other and smiled, each with their own thoughts.

Soon, there was a knock on the door, a letter was slipped under the door, and the footsteps quickly moved away.

After the two guards checked the secret code, they gave the letter to Philip. Philip didn't say anything after reading it and gave the letter to Colt. Soon, Colt's face quickly became ugly.

"You actually... woke up so soon?"

His eyes changed and soon returned to normal.

"Are you worried about Angelo's new sword wielder?" Philip asked, "Indeed, if he uses the Sword in the Stone regardless of the consequences, it will indeed be a problem."

"Don't worry about that."

Colt shook his head: "As far as I know: he inherited the music theory of the Stone Heart School, and everything was built on 'Xiaoyuan'. After Xiaoyuan was broken, he was useless. Whether he can still be an official musician is still a question. , not to mention The Sword in the Stone.”

"Is that so?" Philip nodded: "Maybe Angelo has a grudge against you?"

"Even if they hold a grudge, they can't do anything about it."

Colt sneered: "I am now the number one musician of the new generation, a future saint who is about to be canonized and commended by His Majesty the Pope. Will they risk the accusations of other countries and the sanctions of the Holy City to attack me for a useless person? "

Even though he said this, he still felt panic in his heart for some reason.

He sat on the chair, silently thinking about where this panic came from.

But what always appeared in my heart was that pair of empty pupils.

In the shackles of the past, the boy's face was pale, reflecting the blood flowing out of the girl's body, and his empty eyes were stained with a layer of red.

It's like a womb that harbors a miscarriage.

Something terrible sprouted in it at that moment...

Boom, boom, boom!

There was a knock on the door, and his shoulders trembled, as if he had woken up from a nightmare. He instinctively looked at the door with a sinister look in his eyes.

At the door, the two priests guarding the door looked at each other, and one looked into the peephole on the door.

"who?"

Outside the door was a waiter who was barely dressed decently, but the corners of his clothes were frayed and his pants were washed white. He was holding an iron plate in his hand. On the plate were two portions of heated quick-frozen steaks and some Foods that only satisfy your appetite:

"Guest, you ordered dinner."

They looked at each other, one pressed his sword, leaned against the door, and the other opened the door. Outside the door, the waiter handed the food to the priest, looking like a real waiter.

But just as the door was about to close, the waiter suddenly stretched out his hand, blocked the door, and put one hand deep into his arms.

"Wait a moment……"

He said.