Crown of Silence

Chapter 454 Brewing

In the cold and narrow room, a pale light illuminated a bearded face.

"Name."

Someone asked in the dark.

The middle-aged man sighed, "Andre, Andre Wilson."

"Gender."

Andre's expression twitched, and he answered reluctantly: "...Male."

"Yeah." The man in the dark nodded, and said mockingly: "I can see. Age"

Andre was impatient, "Can you ask something meaningful?"

"Okay, it's rare that you like to get straight to the point."

The man in the dark flipped through the files in his hand and said casually: "Well, you're married. It is said that you are in close contact with a woman outside. Are you coming out?"

Andre was stunned, and then his face turned pale: "Ye Qingxuan! Don't go too far! Who are you trying to scare with chicken feathers!"

"Scare you."

A white hand stretched out from the darkness, holding a letter of permission with a seal and signature, It was pointed straight at Andre's face: "Look carefully, you are now undergoing internal investigation by the Silent Agency!

I ask! You answer! Do you believe I will let you go to the Tower of Judgment immediately?"

Andre was furious: "You dare!"

In the darkness, the hand froze, and after a long time, it slowly took back the permission letter. Ye Qingxuan sighed softly, as if he was helpless.

Andre couldn't help but laugh, but before the smile appeared, a hand stretched out from the darkness grabbed his hair and pressed him on the table.

Bang!

Andre's eyes went dark, and he struggled subconsciously, but then a dagger was nailed to the table against his face, shaking and buzzing.

On the sharp edge of the dagger, a pale face was reflected.

He seemed to have not slept for a long time, his eyes were bloodshot, and when he stared at someone, his pupils were dark, which made people feel creepy.

"You guessed right."

Ye Qingxuan said, "I dare."

"You..."

Andre opened his mouth subconsciously, but the sharp edge of the dagger tilted down and blocked his mouth.

"My best friend, my senior brother, asked me to be the master of ceremonies for his wedding in the future. Now, because of your shitty things, I am going to be an undercover among a group of scumbags.

Because one of you has been missing for six days, and no one knows whether he is dead or alive.

And you, a group of idiots who have nothing to do, sitting in the office with cold air conditioning, and watching the news with your feet up, are questioning what qualifications I have to examine you?"

The voice was cold and chilly, like a knife, and the fingers pressing his head were cold and without any temperature. Ye Qingxuan stared at the reflection of the blade, looked at the trembling eyes, and told him word by word:

"Andre Wilson, I am now an internal reviewer appointed by the Pope's Office, and I have full authority to handle all matters related to the leakage of internal secrets.

I ask, you answer. Otherwise, I can give you a 30-year leave and send you to the Tower of Judgment for vacation. Understand?"

This bastard, what he said is true!

The eyes told Andre that this guy was going crazy, and everything he said was beyond doubt. In order to appease this crazy guy, the stupid bureaucrats of the Pope's Office gave him a sword. Now this sword is in his hand. He holds the sword and kills whoever he wants.

So, who wants to be the first victim?

At this moment, Andre's heart was filled with bitterness and regret. If he had known this was the case, why did he provoke this madman for the so-called face?

Everyone knows that this bastard cut off Colt's head in front of so many people at the gate of the Holy City. The evidence is conclusive, and he was acquitted.

Now he is of noble status. Even if he kills me, can I still hold my head and go to the Ministry of Absolution to reason with others?

"It seems that you understand?"

Looking at his expression change, Ye Qingxuan showed a mocking smile: "Wouldn't it be better if it was like this earlier, dear, let's start over again. By the way, you know what the fate of those who lie in front of me is, right?"

Andre gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

——

Thirty minutes later.

Andre walked out from behind the door like a zombie, his eyes were empty, and he was immediately surrounded by colleagues who had been waiting for a long time, asking about the situation one by one.

Some people patted his shoulders with pity and sympathy, obviously knowing what would happen.

Andre held a cup of hot coffee, and it took a long time for him to come back to his senses. He sighed as if waking up from a dream, but said nothing.

If he was proficient in oriental culture, he would have recited "The past is too painful to look back on in the moonlight" with tears in his eyes. Unfortunately, he couldn't even write a sonnet, let alone oriental culture. His lips moved for a long time, and finally turned into a depressed silence.

Sitting in a room with that white-haired bastard for half an hour, his underwear was exposed, and everything from childhood to adulthood was checked, even sexual orientation was not spared.

Family, lover, ex-wife, children and even bank accounts have all become a few simple sentences recorded in the notebook in the guy's hand.

He shuddered and subconsciously grabbed the person next to him: "We can't let that guy go on! Otherwise... Mr. Wolf Flute, where is Mr. Wolf Flute?"

The people next to him looked at each other, couldn't help but look bitter, and fell silent.

——

In the atmosphere full of stale smell, the door of the brass elevator opened with difficulty, and the steel friction made a sharp sound.

The smell of dust hit my face.

In the darkness, Wolf Flute held his nose and walked along the path with a wind lantern in his hand. Under the illumination of the wind lantern, the towering dark bookshelves on both sides were filled with various ancient scrolls.

Even the corridors were filled with books and ancient scrolls from unknown sources.

His footsteps seemed to be the only ones in the huge underground square, and even his breathing became so clear in the silence.

This place is like a huge storage warehouse, but there is no light at all. The darkness is full of deathly silence. Even insects cannot survive in such a cold and silent place.

This is one of the offices where the Silent Organization is stationed in the Holy City, and it is a department affiliated with the Artifact Hall - the Forbidden Book Depository.

At the beginning, it contained books and music involving forbidden music theory. Later, with the expansion of musicians from successive generations, it has become a huge library.

The music theories, movements, and techniques collected from various factions, schools, and black musicians around the world will be copied and stored here for emergencies before being destroyed.

After hundreds of years have passed, no one knows how much is hidden here.

Tens of thousands of volumes? Hundreds of thousands of volumes? Millions of volumes?

Now this is no longer a library, but a cemetery of books. Because once they come here, they will never appear in the sun again.

It's like burying the book in a coffin.

Books are like people, slowly covered with dust in the dark, the handwriting is blurred, and gradually die.

That's why this place has the decaying atmosphere of a cemetery, right?

Langdi covered his mouth, finally found the dusty counter, reached out and pressed the iron bell gently. As the crisp voice spread in the darkness, a hoarse voice sounded from behind him after a long time.

"Are you the wolf cub again?"

Wolf Flute turned around and saw the dwarf in front of him.

The dwarf, who was only one-third of the height of an ordinary person, was sitting in a wheelchair. His face was covered with wrinkles and moss, and his eyes were full of white spots. It's like a wandering ghost living in this huge cemetery.

He didn't know how long he had been here, and even his body seemed to have grown together with the wheelchair, regardless of each other. The rusty wheelchair moved without making any sound, like a ghost soaring in the darkness.

But looking at his impatient look now, it makes people feel that the ghost of Wolf Flute is still lingering.

There is no way, no matter who likes peace and quiet, if someone comes to disturb them every day for six consecutive days, they will not look good.

Langdi forced out a helpless smile and took out a list:

"Mr. Administrator, I'm here to borrow a book. I'm sorry."

The dwarf administrator borrowed the list, took a look at it, and threw it aside impatiently: "Langdi, there are only two of us here, so don't be pretentious.

It seems that these books are not what you want to read, right? "

"Well……"

Lang Di's expression became awkward, and he replied hesitantly: "He is a friend and a non-staff member of the agency. It does not violate the rules."

"Oh? It seems that your friend is not simple."

The dwarf administrator nodded casually: "Well, half-step master, that can be considered a promising future."

"Ah...huh?!"

Langdi was stunned for a moment, and immediately his eyes popped out: "Master Half-Step? Sir, did you make a mistake?"

"That's why I hate you guys, pretending to be annoying or not."

The dwarf glanced at him, took out a few sheets from the counter, and slapped them in front of him:

"Look clearly, this is the list of books you borrowed in the past two days. Take a look..."

Langdi looked at it, still confused and confused.

The dwarf curled his lips impatiently and explained: "In a total of six days, you borrowed seventeen books of forbidden music from different fields and factions. There are also more than thirty books of music theory, and there are even techniques and music theories from black musicians. , and have no connection.

Two days ago, your friend was reading "A Brief Discussion on the Core of the School of Change from the Four Transformations of Alchemy", but today he jumped to the off-beat expert field of "Ether Simulacra of Fission Elements".

Then in the middle, I still read the outlines and expositions of various factions such as "Sacred Beast Nature" and "The Way of Dogma".

If you are a just beginning musician, you will not have the energy to pay attention to such a complicated field. And it's so disorganized, learning this thing with a hammer and a stick here and there, is simply destroying your future. unless……"

unless?

Unless what?

The dwarf's words stopped here, but Wolf Flute finally came to his senses and showed a self-deprecating expression: "Unless he is a musician at the peak of the distortion level and has entered the 'completion stage', right?"

The completion stage is a stage that a distortion-level musician who has reached the pinnacle of his faction must go through before composing the Chapter of Fate and entering the realm of the master.

At this stage, even masters who specialize in one system will learn all the basic music theories of the other six systems and the movements that can be combined with their own system, in order to gain more insights and ideas, and make the system they establish higher. degree of completion.

Only with the seven-series music theory can one create his own ‘Chapter of Destiny’.

Just like completing the incomplete self, this stage is called the 'completion stage' by musicians.

"good."

The dwarf nodded, "Then what happened to that friend of yours?"

"Ahem..."

Lang Di showed a complex expression that was hard to describe: "He just advanced to resonance half a month ago. To be honest, now... even he himself doesn't know what level he is at."

"Resonance?"

The dwarf's pale eyes almost bulged three times as big as before, "Then why is he flipping through so many things? Want to commit suicide?"

Lang Di couldn't help but turn his head away and said faintly:

"He said he wanted to compose music, so he was going to read some books to brew it..."