Crown of Silence

Chapter 507 Limitations of Thinking

"A new era~~"

In the smoky bar, the hungover Albert screamed strangely and waved the beer in his hand: "A new era is coming! There is no place for the remnants of the old era on the ship!

The big wave is coming, friends, let’s have another drink before we drown! "

As he spoke, he dropped a handful of bills.

"Drink more and more!"

Seeing the free drinks, the idle people began to make noises, wondering how much money this crazy old man had in his pocket.

But maybe the smoke was too dazzling. After taking two sips of beer, the old man put down his glass and shed tears.

Bang!

The door was kicked open, and the heavily armed troops rushed in, kicking down the drunkards and drunkards who blocked the road. The leading priest produced a warrant for his arrest.

"Archbishop Albert, you have been arrested for dereliction of duty, even though the Holy City suffered heavy losses."

The priest said coldly: "Please come with us."

"Hey, are you coming to see me now?" Albert looked at the visitor with drunken eyes and couldn't help but shake his head: "Let me have another drink, okay?"

The priest looked at Albert's haggard look and hesitated to speak. Finally, he sighed:

"Just one cup."

"One cup is enough."

Albert chuckled, picked up the wine glass, and the low-quality beer leaked from the corner of his mouth, ****ing his tangled beard.

Fall on the chest.

Like tears.

——

"Mr. Wagner, we are going to be late. Please leave as soon as possible."

In front of the pier, the priest looked at the silent old man on the bench. Behind him, there were several priests in black, wearing long swords and gray heraldic armbands on their arms. The coat of arms was made of iron.

They were the secret force of the Holy City, responsible for protecting Wagner on his way out of the Holy City.

Or escorting can also be said.

"Wait a little longer." Wagner rubbed his numb fingers, took a breath, and stared at the street: "Wait a little longer."

The whistle blows.

"Mr. Wagner."

The priest stood in front of him with an expressionless face: "You must set off."

"Help me carry my luggage, I'm old."

Wagner glanced at the end of the long street again, but did not see the rickety and old figure, so he sighed softly: "If you said you couldn't see me off, you really didn't come to see me off...Old bastard..."

He seemed to understand something, sighed, and waited no longer.

"Let's go."

He turned and stepped towards the ferry bound for the Dark World.

Maybe from now on, there will be no return.

——

"A new era~should really be celebrated, right?"

Ye Qingxuan listened to the sound coming from the etheric ball, clicked his lips, and looked outside the barrier: "How about some wine?"

No one paid any attention to him.

"Brother Zhiyi, don't be so cold."

He sighed and looked down at his hands. His hands were nailed to the wall by silver nails, unable to move.

Half of his body was soaked in purple-black liquid. The liquid was like a living thing, continuously sucking out his life force, making it impossible for him to pull out even a single finger.

Just dizzy and drowsy.

No one paid attention.

"Brother Zhiyi, your master, Mr. Paganini, and I have been close friends for eight years. We are closely related to each other by chopping off chicken heads and burning yellow paper. If you do this to me, he will definitely be angry if he finds out."

"..."

"Brother Zhiyi, by the way, are you a boy or a girl?"

Ye Qingxuan asked curiously: "Although you are clothes, you should also have a gender, right? Did you follow Paganini? But the appearance of Paganini in "Dance of the Witches" can only be said... …Well, don’t differentiate between men and women. You can’t…”

"..."

"There is an old saying that goes, brothers are like siblings, and beauties are like clothes."

Ye Qingxuan pondered for a moment: "I see you call it the 'Clothes of Original Sin', not the 'Hands of Original Sin'. I guess she is a girl! Right?"

"Ye Qingxuan..."

In the darkness, a hoarse voice came: "There are many ways in this world that make people suffer but never die.

If you don't shut up, I'd love to let you try it. "

"Alright alright."

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "How about we change the topic? Let's talk. If I had known better, I wouldn't have killed Samuel. Is he okay now?"

The Clothes of Original Sin sneered, "How do you feel about two-thirds of your body being burned off by you? He's still soaking in the pool of blood, frantically trying to kill you... I really should have let you do it with him. companion.”

"Didn't I expect you to come to the Holy City?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "I almost rushed out of the door, but you rushed in again. Everyone was happy, but you insisted on disturbing the situation... Forget it, I should have thought of it earlier.

Have you been here for a long time? "

The Clothes of Original Sin sneered and said nothing.

Ye Qingxuan whistled and didn't take it seriously.

Since the last war in Auschwitz, the orchestra of ‘Ode to Death’ has probably been broken into pieces and hidden in the Holy City, right?

They have inherited Paganini's music theory of 'transformation' and are best at disguise. Someone is opening the door for convenience inside, and it is no longer easy for them to hide it from ordinary people's eyes.

Paganini was too big to hide, but the following minions had no problem running into the Holy City to work for Ludovic.

But Ye Qingxuan didn't expect that Paganini was still recovering from his injuries, and the Clothes of Original Sin had recovered its strength, even further than before.

Perhaps the last battle with the Gate of Heaven also brought a lot of inspiration to Paganini?

But the result of this incident was that Ye Qingxuan was neatly dealt with and nailed to the wall.

"Hey! Brother Zhiyi."

Ye Qingxuan was bored and asked again: "Is your master okay?"

The Clothes of Original Sin sneered and looked at him with a look that made Ye Qingxuan creepy: "He misses you very much. If there is a chance, he will definitely meet in the abyss someday."

"Forget it, forget it!"

Ye Qingxuan shook his head like a rattle: "It's better to forget each other than to help each other! It's better not to see each other, it's better not to see each other!"

"Humph."

The Clothes of Original Sin laughed sharply: "That's not up to you."

Ye Qingxuan sighed.

After a long silence, Ye Qingxuan spoke.

"Hey, Brother Zhiyi... I have a question that I want to consult you about."

He said seriously: "I am honest and upright, and I hope you can also be kind and show mercy to satisfy my curiosity, how about it?"

Original Sin Clothes sneered, looked at him, stood with his arms folded, and said nothing. Ye Qingxuan didn't care about his cold face, but asked with a flattering smile:

"Strictly speaking, you are not a 'human', right?"

Original Sin Clothes's expression became gloomy, but Ye Qingxuan's face suddenly stopped mocking, and was sincere, which made him frown.

"So what?"

"No, no, this is not a mockery."

Ye Qingxuan muttered vaguely: "From a certain perspective, this may be a good thing... In this way, your way of thinking may be beyond my limitations."

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"I mean..."

Ye Qingxuan asked seriously: "As a 'clothing', you don't really care about people's life or death, right?"

"That's right."

"Human beauty, ugliness, poverty, poverty or wealth, have no meaning to you, right."

The Clothes of Original Sin nodded.

"Then, as a 'clothing', your master cannot be considered a mortal. In other words, if it is not necessary, you are too lazy to come to the material world. Is that right?"

Without waiting for the reply of the Clothes of Original Sin, Ye Qingxuan said to himself: "For a scepter-level artifact, you will not care about ordinary clothes on mortals, right? Whether it is cloth, iron, or silk, you don't think they have something you want to plot, right?"

"..."

The Clothes of Original Sin was confused: "What do you want to ask?"

"I mean..." Ye Qingxuan organized his chaotic thoughts and tried to compile words: "If one day, you go to great lengths to mix into a pile of ordinary clothes and become one of them...what is it for?"

The Clothes of Original Sin thought without hesitation: "If it is the master's order..."

"What if you don't have a master?" Ye Qingxuan interrupted him.

"..."

The Clothes of Original Sin was confused. It didn't understand what Ye Qingxuan meant by having no master, nor could it imagine such a situation and existence.

For it, there is no such possibility.

But Ye Qingxuan was in a state of confusion and excitement. Following the myriad clues, he murmured dully, "A divine tool like you would not need any clothes.

You would not envy those coats woven with lapis lazuli, nor would you care about those armors, or even close-fitting pants... You and those clothes are not in the same category at all, and you don't need to rack your brains to blend in, unless... unless..."

He was stunned.

"Unless..."

The Clothes of Original Sin looked at his madness, frowned, and strengthened his guard: "What are you talking about? Unless what?"

"Unless... Hahaha..."

Ye Qingxuan suddenly realized.

He was so excited that he would almost twist if he was not nailed to the wall, staring at the Cloth of Original Sin with burning eyes:

"--Unless, you are after another artifact! Right?"

"For an artifact like you, only another artifact is worth your trouble, hiding in a pile of ordinary clothes, hiding yourself in the dust... So that's it, so that's it!!!"

Ye Qingxuan murmured crazily: "I finally guessed wrong, this is the limitation of human thinking... Even if Ludovico became the Pope, what does it mean to the Hundred Eyes?

I thought he wanted to master the Sacred Cauldron, but I guessed wrong. The Sacred Cauldron is now just a human It's just a souvenir to change the Great Source.

What he wants should be what the Holy Cauldron represents! "

"..."

The expression of the Clothes of Original Sin became gloomy: "Ye Qingxuan, what the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about Ludovico, no, the original Dark Pope's body-the Lord of the Hundred Eyes who has gone to great lengths to do all this. "

Ye Qingxuan murmured in a daze:

"He wants to start with the Holy Cauldron, follow the music theory rules of the Seven Systems of Musicians, and master everything that humans have written into the Great Source.

He wants to bypass the control of the 'Silent Moon' and completely merge with His opposite, in the ethereal, unconscious, and unconscious!

-He becomes the true controller of the Great Source, the unique and one-of-a-kind god in this world! "