Crown of Silence

Chapter 487 God’s Blessing

"Um?"

Langdi was puzzled.

"After cleaning it up, I found no clues. At that time, I thought that the traitor might be our delusion."

Ye Qingxuan whispered: "But now, I think... there may be a traitor, but we just didn't find it."

"It's unlikely." Langdi shook his head, "After you raised this opinion, Mr. Handel personally interrogated and investigated every key member of the Holy City."

"What's the result?" Ye Qingxuan asked: "Everyone is as innocent as water?"

"Although many people have been caught who cheated and harmed the public and private interests, and there are also people who were bribed and installed by other departments of the sect. But there are no people who can truly be called spies of the Revolutionary Army.

Moreover, the Silent Organization itself has very high requirements for those who join, and those who cannot pass the review will never be able to enter the core. "

Ye Qingxuan asked, "What if he became a spy after entering the core?"

The wolf whistle is silent.

"If a traitor really exists..."

Ye Qingxuan stared at the dense crowd: "I'm afraid that all the plans and plans of the Silent Organization have long been under the radar of Gaius."

Langdi smiled bitterly: "But the existence of the traitor is still unclear."

"If anything, this is the most powerful thing about that person."

Ye Qingxuan replied: "Because until you are completely defeated, you can't be sure where you will die, and you can't even be sure who is yours in the midst of suspicion.

Is this why you came to me? Because you simply can't tell who you can trust. "

"Is it really okay for you to be so confident?" Langdi sighed: "Anyway, that's pretty much the point. You'd better work harder and keep an eye on me."

"Do you really think I'm a god who can do anything?"

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and pointed at the dark crowd outside the venue: "I have a good idea: arrest them all, and I will tell you in a month whether there is Gaius among them."

"Are you dreaming, my friend?"

Wolf Flute replied angrily: "Do you know how many people are here? If I really order an arrest, how big will it be? How much pressure will it be? You haven't found Gaius yet, I'm going to Imprisoned in the Mithril Vault!"

"Then there's really nothing I can do to help."

Ye Qingxuan took a step back: "At least give me the permission to bless the bell tower, otherwise you really want me, a little interference-level musician, to go find Gaius?"

"So you're waiting for me here?"

Lang Di's tone became helpless: "Forget it, brother, I will be a grandson for you..."

Ye Qingxuan looked at him from a distance. He seemed to be in contact with someone. His face turned green and white, and he was obviously scolded. But until the end, a low bell suddenly sounded in Ye Qingxuan's ears. .

The bell descended from the sacred city in the etheric realm, passed through the etheric sea, and fell into the material realm. However, it blessed Ye Qingxuan's body and instantly merged into the inner music of his body, forming a huge structure.

With just a snap of the fingers, the newly created Heart Music Chapter transformed into the terrifying scale of the Fate Chapter, expanding at least five times.

If most of them weren't asleep, I'm afraid Ye Qingxuan really wouldn't be able to suppress his huge power at this moment.

But as long as Ye Qingxuan has a thought, he can call upon this huge power at any time.

Blessings from the bell tower!

It turned out to be really blessed by the clock tower!

Each of the countless towers in the Holy City corresponds to the sacred projection of the etheric realm, which can give a musician huge blessings and temporarily promote him to a master.

Its core power comes from the pillars of the sacred city in the etheric realm, the power that only the Red Kings of the past have mastered - the "Fifth Concerto".

--'emperor'!

Only this piece of music, called the Emperor, can elevate people to a higher level out of thin air and possess such incredible power.

If the Pope himself plays the entire chapter, he can even directly open up a blank territory in the etheric realm that is enough to condense the superior elements, and give it to the musician, so that his future path to the scepter will be unobstructed, which shows how terrifying it is.

Because it can create masters at any time, each tower is an extremely valuable strategic resource and has always been firmly controlled by various departments in the Holy City.

There are even three, six or nine levels between towers, and the one who is providing blessings to Ye Qingxuan is undoubtedly the best among them.

Soon, the feeble sound of the wolf flute sounded: "This time I'm going to put my old face on the line. At least you have to be effective and don't work like a foreigner."

"Thanks!"

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand and strolled along the road around the square.

Even outside the square, the crowd was extremely dense, and walking through it felt unusually slow. As Ye Qingxuan walked among them, he felt countless faces passing by. When he looked carefully, he felt in a trance within a few minutes and couldn't tell who was who.

In desperation, Ye Qingxuan sighed, took out the keychain, held the sharp cut corner against his index finger, and gritted his teeth to cut it open.

This can be regarded as blood shed for the Holy City, right?

The keychain cut a slit in its substance, and then, scarlet blood flowed from the fingertips, but the texture of the blood was so weird, like mist and phantom, giving people a sense of erraticity.

After integrating the Philosopher's Stone, Heart Music began to spontaneously adjust his own physique, and even the nature of the blood of gods and humans had slight changes.

If you look carefully now, you will see that the material of Ye Qingxuan's blood is not inferior to some precious alchemy materials, and the unique properties contained in it are enough to make countless alchemists salivate.

It is said that there was an ascetic monk in the East who had extraordinary attainments in music theory. After he achieved the Chapter of Destiny, even the nature of his body changed accordingly, becoming a great attraction to demons.

His blood can even be refined into a precious elixir that can extend a person's life for decades, so it is widely rumored that eating one bite of his flesh will make you immortal.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but smile bitterly. I hope he won't be reduced to a dish in the future, right?

Soon, as his mind moved, the blood on his fingertips evaporated silently, replaced by a faint thread of moonlight.

Bolero!

This time, Ye Qingxuan unscrupulously threw all the pressure on the clock tower and pushed "Bolero" directly to the ninth section. In an instant, thousands of moonlight thoughts were heard in the hallucinatory roar in his ears. Spreading out from the fingertips, formless, colorless and formless thought threads, thinner than spider silk, drifted in the wind, covering most of the Holy City in an instant.

Ye Qingxuan only felt that countless information was roaring towards him, almost bursting his head.

In a panic, he quickly retracted most of his perceptions, only to see in the square, thousands of threads of thoughts extending from the sky, the ground, and the cracks in the walls, intertwining into a huge overwhelming net.

Many people in the sect noticed the hidden fluctuations on Ye Qingxuan's body and looked over. However, when they noticed the coat of arms on his collar, they withdrew their gaze and ignored him. They only regarded him as a guard at the scene. .

However, amid the myriad of messages and chaotic perceptions, Ye Qingxuan did not find Gaius, but... finally found Charles, who had been missing for a long time.

In the center of the crowd, the densest place, among countless devout believers, in the sacred and solemn atmosphere, there is a mouse dropping that spoils this pot of good soup.

Ciel was stumbling forward, ignoring the dense crowd, rushing in like a wild boar, leaving a mess wherever he passed.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please excuse me, my friend. Please put your legs away. Brother, please hold the child. Hey, my friend, please give in, give in...whose child is this? , why are you so rude, sir, please take care of it.”

Like a salesman on a tram pushing a trolley selling low-quality lunches, he trudged across mountains and rivers and walked with great difficulty to the stone monument of destiny in the center of the square.

Anyone with a little bit of common sense knows that you should never go to popular tourist attractions during a short vacation, otherwise you will be asking for trouble.

But Charles was willing to seek death. Ye Qingxuan could only lament that he was full of courage, and prayed that he would not be beaten to death by angry believers.

But just as he was advancing, Ciel suddenly threw a dog and knocked down the thin figure next to him.

The somewhat old-looking figure was wrapped in a robe and wore a hood, so his face could not be seen clearly. But he was pressed to the ground by Ciel, and his eyes became cold.

"Ah, uncle, I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention."

Charles quickly got up, grabbed the old man who was trying to get away, and helped him up from the ground: "Uncle, please don't go. Wait, I will take you to see a doctor. You are already so old. What if something happens to you?" What can I do? Don’t worry, nothing happened now. Last year, I heard that an old man fell down the steps and suffered a cerebral hemorrhage that night! "

The old man was entangled by him and waved his hands angrily: "Let go!"

"Okay, okay!"

Ciel let go of his hand in embarrassment and patted the dust on his body diligently. He didn't know what buckle was touched, and only heard a small clanking sound.

Snapped!

A strange steel creation as thick as an arm fell from the sleeve of the old man's robe and rolled to the ground.

"Oops, sorry."

Charles hurriedly picked it up from the ground and played with it curiously: "What is this? A new folding crutch? It looks good quality, but it is easy to misunderstand. It looks like the assassination crossbow made by the alchemist master. If it weren’t for the trigger, I would have been scared hahahaha!”

As he spoke, he smiled and patted the cylinder, and then, with the old man's extremely ugly expression, something that looked like a trigger popped out.

"Well……"

Charles was stunned, and his smile became stiff: "This..."

"catch him!"

Wolf Flute shouted in the communication channel: "Don't let him escape!"

Before he finished speaking, the old man turned around and ran away. He was moving at an incredible speed, weaving back and forth among the dense crowd, and ran tens of meters in the blink of an eye.

Several ambushing musicians in the crowd hurriedly chased after him, but they were unable to catch up due to the obstruction of the crowd. There were people constantly covering for him along the way, even standing in front of the pursuers. The old man blended into the crowd and disappeared in an instant.

"Damn! Can you do it?" Wolf Flute roared angrily.

The robe that the old man was wearing was a Vatican-style robe. Once he got mixed into the crowd, he would not be found at all.

But in the midst of the chaos, Ye Qingxuan suddenly pounced and held down a humble man at the edge of the crowd - a young man who looked nothing like the old man, even his clothes were completely different.

"do not move!"

Immediately afterwards, Ye Qingxuan struck hard and instantly broke the joints of his limbs, and then the Forbidden School sealed him. During the struggle, a mask fell off his face, revealing that sinister and old face.

It was the old man just now.

But after Ye Qingxuan looked at it carefully and checked it again and again, he frowned.

"Wolf Flute, this is not Gaius."

"What?!"

Wolf Flute was stunned.

Soon, the old man was taken away by the silent agency, and the riot quickly subsided.

Of course, the assassination crossbow in Ciel's hand was also confiscated. Fortunately, fortunately, he was not taken away for further investigation.

Then, Langdi couldn't help but start cursing.

"Damn it, it's not Gaius, we caught a bastard who wanted to assassinate the Asgardian ambassador! The reason turned out to be blood revenge!" Wolf Flute roared: "Their clan fight came to the Holy City to solve the problem. !”

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh after hearing this.

Regardless, the prime time to find Gaius has passed.

The Pope's sermon is about to end, and Constantine is about to receive canonization under the spotlight. I'm afraid there will be trouble again.

"Hey! Young man, why are you so dazed?"

Not far away, a joking voice came from the top of the carriage: "Is it because you don't have enough money that you can only afford a standing ticket? I still have an empty seat here! Are you coming for the special seat?"

Ye Qingxuan looked up and couldn't help but look embarrassed.

It was His Excellency Hermes.

The luxurious carriage was parked on the outskirts of the square, but the top of the carriage was covered with cashmere carpet, and there were two large sofas that looked very comfortable. There was also a small table in the middle with a few wine glasses on it. and a bucket of chilled wine. He looked like he was in a box at the opera house, attracting countless astonished looks from around him.

"Come on, come on, I've been bored watching it alone for a long time, come with me."

Hermes patted the sofa next to him and invited him warmly.

"Well……"

——

"Wow! The Stone Tablet of Destiny is indeed extraordinary!"

Among the crowd, Charles finally squeezed in front of the stone tablet and stuck it to the stone tablet like brown candy. He exclaimed in surprise: "This feel and material are really amazing. Hey, buddy, look at the effect of this, it really is. The Order, a big deal!”

In the surrounding crowd, the pilgrims couldn't help but roll their eyes: "Another country bumpkin."

Regardless of the disdainful looks of others, Charles squatted in front of the stone tablet with great interest, rubbed his hands, and studied the inscriptions on it. However, his expression soon became confused, and he couldn't help but pull the person next to him:

"Brother, am I making a mistake?" he asked, "Is this really the tablet of destiny?" "

"yes."

The believer frowned impatiently: "What's wrong?"

"Really?" Charles scratched his head in confusion: "Why do I feel... the above movement... is very simple?"

"Haha, my friend, you are so interesting."

The believer rolled his eyes and stopped talking. He just cursed in his heart: Blow! Just blow it! Anyway, there is no need to pay taxes for Chui Po Tian.

But Charles didn't care about his mocking expression. Instead, he pressed his hands eagerly and tried to play the music on the stone tablet.

"Is this Destiny?"

He murmured softly, but at that moment, he felt inexplicably panicked, as if something was about to happen, but he was not prepared.

He was stunned for a moment, shook his head to get rid of the strange feeling, and concentrated on pressing down.

Then, the solemn sound of the piano sounded from his fingertips.

First, there were three high-pitched sounds that sounded like the turmoil of the earth, sounding from his chest, like the sound of his heartbeat being subdued by this seemingly simple melody.

He felt as if his head had been hit by a metal hammer, causing deep and severe pain that penetrated into his bones.

It's fate!

It's really fate...

——Destiny is knocking on the door!

And on the high platform behind him, the Pope seemed to be aware of it. He looked at the center of the square in confusion, and noticed the way Charles was trying to play Destiny. He couldn't help but smile softly, as if he was looking at those people who overestimated their abilities in the past. Like young people.

The faint music of destiny was drowned out by the fanatical cheers of countless believers.

Amid the shouts of countless believers, the Pope raised his hand and ended his sermon amidst the cheers of the crowd.

However, he did not turn around and leave like in previous years. Instead, he stayed on the high platform, raised his head slightly, and signaled to the pilgrims that he had something important to announce.

Under the high platform, with eyes that were either understanding or confused, the Pope raised his hand and declared solemnly:

“On this holy day today, besides me and you, there is also a righteous man here who has bathed in God’s grace and holds on to God’s beauty!

In recognition of his great contribution to the Holy City, I will award him with a cardinal's crown to appease his piety!

I also tell the devout people in the world, those who obey justice and follow the will of God, if you glorify the gods, the gods will surely give you blessings! "

Then, deafening cheers sounded,

In the thunderous clamor, Constantine, wearing a scarlet robe, stepped onto the steps and walked towards the top step by step. In the crowd, the Silent Agency was also tense to the limit. Everyone was alert and watching everything around them.

Lang Di wiped the sweat from his forehead, as if he was nervous. He looked around and couldn't help panting.

Time became so long, but so fast.

Soon, Constantine stepped onto the high platform, respectfully saluted the Pope, and bowed down in front of the majestic robe.

Until now, he finally saw the core of the Holy City, the only agent of God in the world, the Red King, the emperor who controls the soul and destination of mankind.