Crown of Silence

Chapter 464 Young Monsters

Anglo Embassy, ​​afternoon.

The ambassador dressed in full dress and carrying a sword, looked a little anxious as time passed.

Until finally, when the time was about to reach six o'clock, he sighed and looked at the secretary:

"How long has he slept?"

"About fourteen hours." The secretary replied: "After returning early this morning, he told the servants not to disturb him, and he has not left the room."

"Could he have left?"

The ambassador looked at the old musician sitting beside him and shook his head: "He is still in the room, but he seems to be undergoing some kind of musical transformation. At this juncture, it is best not to disturb him.

Otherwise, if something goes wrong, the consequences may be unpredictable."

The ambassador heard this and sighed helplessly:

"It seems he can't catch up."

Before Maxwell left the Holy City, he had secretly instructed the ambassador that although Ye Qingxuan had no establishment and position in the embassy, ​​all treatment would refer to him personally.

If anyone dared to disrespect, he would be treated as contemptuous of the royal family.

Therefore, Ye Qingxuan was able to eat white rice for such a long time in the embassy.

Everyone here has regarded him as Maxwell's successor and the future cabinet minister.

Moreover, Ye Qingxuan's position in the fifth part is not easy. Now he also serves as a temporary position in the Silent Agency. He is a key figure who does not care about anything at ordinary times, but can take power instantly if something happens.

If there was no invitation to an important banquet today, which specifically invited Ye Qingxuan, the ambassador would not want to disturb him.

The ambassador waited for another ten minutes, sighed, stood up, and instructed the secretary.

"It seems that Mr. Ye can't attend the banquet today. You choose a gift for him and I will take it over. At least it won't be rude."

The secretary nodded and quickly found a gift for Ye Qingxuan because he was "ill and unable to attend the banquet."

Two minutes later, the ambassador and his wife boarded the carriage to the Burgundy Embassy.

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of another mansion in the embassy area.

Burgundy Embassy.

It was late at night, but the lights were still on.

Carriages and horses were flowing in front of the Burgundy Embassy. Nobles and envoys from all parties got off the carriages and came to the door with invitations to attend the banquet.

December 9th.

This is Burgundy's National Day, and it is also the celebration of the 300th anniversary. The embassy is also preparing to celebrate grandly and send out invitations. In just a few hours, wealthy merchants and nobles from various countries have gathered here, and there are also officials and clergy from the Holy City.

The carriage with the Anglo emblem stopped in front of the embassy. The ambassador and his wife got off the carriage together. Soon, a similarly dressed person came up to greet them and invited them to enter the hall.

In the banquet hall, Ambassador Bertrand, dressed in a formal dress, seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Because of his good maintenance, Bertrand has no signs of aging. He doesn't look like he is over 50 years old. He looks like a middle-aged man in his prime.

Behind him stands a handsome young man who seems to be his nephew.

"Mr. Baird, welcome."

After exchanging pleasantries with Ambassador Anglo, Bertrand could not suppress his curiosity and looked at his side: "Isn't Mr. Ye from your country here?"

Baird smiled bitterly and handed over the gift prepared for Ye Qingxuan: "It snowed last night, and Mr. Ye caught a cold wind and is ill. He can't attend the banquet today.

He asked me to convey his regrets to you, please forgive me."

"I see."

Bertrand sighed: "It was our omission. We actually sent the invitation to Mr. Ye a day in advance. Please rest assured, Mr. Ye, the Burgundy Embassy will welcome his visit at any time in the future."

After the two of them talked a lot, the young man followed Bertrand and left. Baird didn't care about this, but looked at Bertrand.

The two were both foreign ambassadors. They had dealt with each other in the Holy City more than once or twice, and knew each other well. Although they fought a lot in secret, it did not damage their friendship.

Moreover, they were members of a bridge club and had close ties with each other, so Baird did not hide his words.

"Old friend, you are not so inappropriate, are you?"

Anglo Ambassador Baird looked at Bertrand and asked in a low voice: "Although Mr. Ye does not have an official position in our embassy, ​​he is of noble status after all. How could you be so disrespectful and send the invitation only one day in advance?"

"In fact, I didn't intend to invite a sensitive person like Mr. Ye."

Bertrand smiled bitterly, shook his head, took a glass of champagne from the waiter, and the two walked and talked to the corner: "There is a reason for this. Because someone wants to see him, I have to send a temporary invitation."

Bertrand raised his eyebrows and was immediately curious: "Who has such a big face?"

"Who else can it be?"

Bertrand smiled bitterly and looked at the handsome young man in the crowd who was chatting and laughing with other nobles.

The young man seemed to have a wide range of friends. There were so many nobles here, different circles, and different factions, and he was able to get along with them. I'm afraid his identity is not simple.

Baird was stunned for a moment. He originally thought that the young man following Bertrand was his nephew or a secretary in the embassy, ​​but he didn't expect that he was so important.

Soon, he noticed the ring on the young man's hand and suddenly realized:

"The Bourbon family? Which one?"

"Which one else could it be?"

Bertrand sipped his champagne and said calmly: "The one with the highest natural line of succession."

As the royal family of Burgundy, the Bourbon family has many branches, but there are not many people with real blood and rights. Seeing Bertrand behave like this, the young man's identity was immediately revealed.

What's more, the emperor of Burgundy is now seriously ill and his time is running out. In a few months, the young man's father may be ruling the country.

"Which son of Louis is he?" Baird asked.

Bertrand glanced at him with a half-smile: "Old friend, Louis only has one son left now."

Baird understood what he meant and fell silent.

"Don't underestimate young people, old friend. There are more and more monsters among young people nowadays, such as the new sword holder in your country."

Bertrand put down his wine glass and looked at the back figure in the crowd with even more fear: "He was originally an illegitimate son abandoned overseas by the Louis family. He was welcomed back to the family half a year ago and was recognized.

Originally, they planned to use this young man as a bargaining chip in marriage. But they didn't expect that what they found was not an obedient puppet, but a poisonous snake.

In just six months, he went from being penniless to being popular and becoming a leading figure in the circle. The people who were originally in front of him now all died at his feet, including his brother Louis.

In addition to his own family, he also won the support of the Antonevat family, who made a marriage contract and would marry the Grand Duke's daughter next year.

Now, he is the favorite student of my teacher, Mr. Richelieu, and the confidential secretary of the cabinet in the future... To be honest, during the period when he was in the embassy, ​​even I felt like a light on my back, and I couldn't sleep well.

Fortunately, after the celebration, he will leave for home, and I can breathe a sigh of relief. "

Baird listened in silence, with a headache: "Why would he be interested in the sword holders of our country?"

"Who knows."

Bertrand chuckled softly: "Maybe he wants to be good friends with your Mr. Ye."

"Don't be ridiculous, Bertrand."

Baird shook his head, drank the champagne in the glass, and took one last look at the young man's back: "What's the name of that monster in your country?"

"Don Juan."

Bertrand said: "Don Juan Dieudonné Bourbon."

——

In the quiet lounge of the embassy, ​​Don Juan sat alone in silence.

"What a pity, Master." The attendant beside him sighed: "It seems that I won't be able to see your good friend this time."

"Pity?"

Don Juan glanced at his entourage and smiled mischievously: "Are you feeling regretful or lucky? You know, he is now a famous evil hunter in various countries, and no black musician has ever fallen into his hands. A good ending.

Old ghost, you must be very happy when you heard that he can't come, right? "

"Master, you are serious."

The attendant smiled reluctantly: "I have changed my mind a long time ago and haven't interacted with the old circle for a long time. I'm afraid everyone thinks that the rainmaker is dead."

"This is the best, old ghost."

Don Juan glanced at him, aware of the heartache in his eyes, and couldn't help but smile mockingly: "Only you will treat that title as a treasure.

After just killing a few people, you are being chased by the Holy City like a rabbit all over the place. How many of your bullshit friends have a good ending?

Poor old Kolb, why don't you look further ahead..."

He hooked the 'Rainmaker''s shoulder and whispered his original name: "When my cheap dad becomes the emperor, the time will come when we can let go of everything!

As long as we control the life and death of that old guy, what can we gain?

You want to kill someone? As long as you wave your finger, countless people will help you kill people, rushing to help you take the blame! Do you want rights? How about the position of Financial Director? If not satisfied, the Royal Secretary of State? Lord of the Admiralty? Or... the Prime Minister of Burgundy?

Compared with these things that are right in front of you, what kind of bullshit source is worth pursuing after you die once? Is that bullshit God worth it for you to go through fire and water for him again?

No kidding, Kolber, your future is at your feet.

As long as you follow me, everything is at your fingertips! "

Kolb was silent for a long time and sighed softly: "Master, it's unreasonable for a bastard like you to not degenerate into a monster when you are struck by lightning."

"Fallen? Why?"

Don Juan laughed softly: "How can you feel dirty about me?"

"Let's go back and give Ye Zi a gift."

Don Juan fastened his tie again and smiled happily: "I'm really looking forward to it. Will Ye Zi be shocked when he sees what I look like now?"

He pushed open the door and walked into the banquet hall.

-

The banquet reached its climax.

Ms. Patty, a singer from the Trinity Choir, was invited to perform at this grand ceremony.

This soprano singer who gave up music theory and musicianship to focus on singing and melody is already an out-and-out master in the music industry. She leads the choir in singing hymns during the papal sermon at Winter Veil every year.

The singing voice was likened to the holy light of heaven, illuminating the world and redeeming souls.

In the soft light, Ms. Patty, dressed in a gorgeous dress, took the stage with her long skirt, bowed slightly, and was greeted with cheers and exclamations.

The old female singer already had white hair, but she was still graceful. Instead, she was full of dignity. When she stood on the stage, she didn't look like an actor, but the master and emperor of the stage.

The audience bowed their heads devoutly to her, longing for her singing, just like longing for nectar.

"You actually managed to invite Ms. Patty?"

Baird looked at Bertrand: "Since the year before last, the lady has hardly shown up except for the winter prayer every year. Last year, when my country celebrated, I personally went to invite her, but she refused."

"That's because you don't have enough face."

Bertrand laughed proudly, his expression full of joy. He invited Baird to come today, and what he was most looking forward to was his expression now.

Worth it!

Worth it!

Baird looked at his smug look and couldn't help cursing in his heart. But soon, he collected his mind.

The chanting on the stage has begun.

In the soft violin melody, Ms. Patty opened her mouth and sang softly.

The singing was like gorgeous silk blending into the spring water, spreading in all directions with the soft melody.

It was like falling on the soul, which made people feel refreshed, their skin trembled, their internal organs swayed with the rhythm, and they were intoxicated by the singing.

No one had ever thought that the music stripped of power and ether could be so beautiful that it almost made people cry.

The singing gradually rose, like streams converging into rivers.

The gorgeous singing pulled everyone's consciousness to tremble together, and the choir behind her merged into the solemn singing.

The habanera dance music from the far north resounded in everyone's ears, making their hearts sway. What is even more terrifying is the waves spreading out in the melody.

That is the power of ether!

All the musicians present can feel that this is not a performance that conforms to music theory, but just a simple chant.

But in this chant, there is a mysterious magic that attracts ether and transforms into a sacred light with the melody, shining in all directions.

In that sacred light, everyone feels as if they have been baptized, and the depression and irritability in their hearts are swept away. There is no more darkness, and they are refreshed and lively, as if they have returned to their youth.

Among the musicians in the audience, an old musician smiled bitterly and shook his head and sighed: "So Patty's attainments have reached such a terrible level over the years?"

Unconsciously, I was left far away and could only see her back.

Now, she only relies on her singing, without music theory, and purely uses the spirit in the melody to mobilize ether.

Even among the ascetics in the holy city, not many people can reach this level!

Since becoming a formal musician at the age of sixteen, Patty has given up the way of music theory and indulged in melody. But no one expected that over the years, Patty's understanding of music theory has reached such a profound level.

After several years of meditation, this world-famous singer has relied on her own perception to break through the resonance level, and even reached the distortion level in one fell swoop.

Otherwise, how can the thoughts contained in the melody reach the level of resonance of the ether?

That is the miracle created by the ether being tamed by the melody and spontaneously following the singing! Controlling the ether with human will, creating the light of heaven with self-perception and faith.

There are countless musicians present who are envious and bleeding in their hearts.

Everyone knows that Ms. Patty's road to the top is already a smooth road.

She has found her own theme.

As long as she passes the completion stage, there is no problem in creating the chapter of fate. It only takes a few years for a new master to emerge in the Holy City.

Even among the masters, she is the best!

And in the banquet hall, the performance is about to reach its climax.

Everyone is intoxicated by the singing, listening with eyes closed, guided by the singing, as if bathed in the sacred light

If the a cappella just now was just a trial, then as the melody progresses, the waves of ether become more and more magnificent.

And at that moment, many musicians felt something in their hearts, and they all raised their heads and stared at the stage.

It was as if there were substantial ether waves lingering around Patty, interweaving a complex and melodious light.

Breakthrough!

About to break through!

Patty actually realized a deeper level of music theory in this performance, and was about to break through the shackles and take that crucial step towards the realm of the master!

In the low and deep voice she led, there was a kind of magnificent power accumulating.

The sacred power was nurtured in it, so huge, so holy, as if to forge a path to heaven!

Seeing all this, everyone gasped.

I still underestimated her!

She has been focusing on faith and hymns for so many years, but she has accumulated so much knowledge. With the accumulation of knowledge, there will probably be a new master in the Holy City tomorrow!

Anyone would be very excited to witness a musician break through the shackles of the distortion level and step into the realm of the master. Everyone immediately focused their attention and prepared to witness this legendary moment!

And now, in the midst of the mournful, almost suffocating melody and song, everyone held their breath, being drawn by the song, as if they had fallen into the border of despair with the protagonist.

The power accumulated, accumulated, and accumulated again, suppressed, suppressed, and suppressed again.

Until the end, the air almost solidified, and everyone was out of breath.

As if they had a premonition of the earth-shaking explosion that was about to happen, they couldn't help but clench their fists and close their eyes to prepare for the highest peak of the storm.

At that moment, the glow of light emerged from Patty's body, and the sacred light fell from the sky.

Patty took a deep breath, gathering her lifelong understanding and faith, and the high-pitched singing was brewing in her throat, ready to lift them into the clouds in the climax of the next moment!

Countless ethers cheered, gathering from all directions, as if a substantial sea of ​​ether appeared, interweaving the light and shadow of the melody.

And at that moment...

Everything came to an abrupt halt.

Because of the suffocating silence.

Those who closed their eyes and listened, devoted themselves to the chanting, and welcomed the climax of the storm were stunned.

No more!

The singing was gone! The melody was gone! There was no sound at all!

The huge gap almost drove them crazy.

They devoted themselves to the song, and their emotions that were suppressed to the extreme could not be released, almost making them spit out blood, feel depressed and nauseous, and their eyes went black.

It did not explode in silence.

The melody died in silence!

Everyone opened their eyes in astonishment and stared blankly at the stage.

Looking at the sluggish Ms. Patty.

Her lips opened and closed, but no sound emerged.

She froze in place, her face was pale and blue, and the power that was compressed to the extreme could not be released, raging in her body.

Suddenly, her skin broke inch by inch, and blood-colored mist gushed out of her pores. Viscous blood flowed out of her seven orifices.

She bent down, vomited heavily, and collapsed on the ground, twitching, unable to move.

The music theory riot, which could not be released at that moment, destroyed herself, and her heartbeat was defeated by her own power!

A lifetime of hard work, a lifetime of perception, a lifetime of hard work, all buried in this silence.

In the dead silence, Bertrand was the first to react and stood up and roared.

"What are you still standing there for? Save people! Save people quickly!"

Apart from this kind of thing, the National Day ceremony has to be said to be unlucky! And it also involves a world-renowned singer...

His mind was racing, thinking about how to deal with the aftermath of this matter.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong.

Wrong...

Absolutely wrong!

Because he didn't hear his own voice.

He looked around dully, opened his mouth, roared, but was silent. It was as if the sound was swallowed by some terrible monster, and even the sound of breathing was frozen.

Everyone noticed the chaos and wanted to scream, but they couldn't make any sound.

The champagne and the plates fell to the ground and were trampled into pieces, but there was still no sound.

No sound, no sound!

Nothing was frozen.

In this sudden silence!

What was going on?

All the musicians stood up and looked at each other, but they couldn't sense any changes in music theory. All the movements seemed to have no effect. The notes were swallowed up by the cold silence as soon as they were born.

There seemed to be an invisible black hole in the air, swallowing up all the power.

They clearly felt that the ethers still existed. They could sense that the ethers covered the entire world everywhere. But the ethers that used to move at will now had no response and resisted all calls.

It was like... they had fallen asleep!

This silence came suddenly like a ghost.

And now, it is still spreading.

A few moments ago, they were born from an unknown place, and then spread in all directions. The terrifying cold silence was expanding.

In an instant, it engulfed the entire huge embassy district.

If you look down from the sky, you will find that at this moment, a huge hole has appeared in the Holy City's Great Barrier.

The hole covers the entire embassy district, forming a perfect circle.

So perfect, so quiet.

It was as if the kingdom of death opened its door, and everything in the world fell into a deep sleep.

While sleeping, someone quietly turned over.

The next moment, in the Central Cathedral, a piercing alarm sounded!