Crown of Silence

Chapter 630 Sorry, no

The streets were crowded with people.

On Queen's Road, half of the shops are open for business and the remaining half are being restored.

Although they were barely open for business without repairs, after inspections, scholars decided to rebuild these dilapidated buildings with cracks in their load-bearing walls and foundations.

The heaviest work can be left to the changing musicians, and most of the problems can be solved with just one recasting movement. The remaining finishing parts can be left to the workers.

As a result, scaffolding was erected densely, and dust of lime and dust fell from the heights, seeming to penetrate into the hot afternoon sun.

The weather is starting to get hotter.

But the messenger in gray clothes still covered his whole body in the uniform, only his hands and face were exposed, as if he couldn't feel the temperature, and his face was still serious.

The carriage stopped outside the Royal Academy of Music. After passing through the gate, only members of the royal family were allowed to walk.

This is a rule left by the previous principal.

The new principal who just took office obviously had no intention of changing it. Instead, he ordered it to be maintained and strictly implemented.

The messengers leading the way were former members of the fifth department. In the past, these elite members who were good at assassinations and special operations were called organists. After the new person in charge took office, they received a new badge, and because of the golden beast on the badge, they were called the 'Royal Hound'.

“According to formal diplomatic regulations, diplomats from the Holy City need to issue an announcement to our country’s foreign affairs department three days in advance. After our confirmation, we will then agree on a time to formally hold talks.

However, since you only submitted your application one day in advance, we can only arrange this informal private meeting for you at the Royal Conservatory of Music. I hope that the religious group can abide by the diplomatic etiquette of both parties and prevent this kind of mistake from happening again. "

The man who called himself 'Richard' led the way, holding a notebook full of notes in his hand, emphasizing important things to them:

"Your Highness has a tight schedule and you only have half an hour. Tell us what you need directly and don't beat around the bush. Your Highness hates people wasting time."

"During the talks, His Highness will not express his views on state affairs and bilateral diplomacy, nor will he interfere in our country's official relations with the Holy City."

"In order to ensure the safety of both parties, please do not bring iron tools, and please take out any alchemy equipment. We will keep it for you."

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"As for etiquette, His Highness doesn't care about these, and he is not receiving the meeting in an official capacity. The two parties will have talks as members of the religious order and just perform the teaching rituals."

After passing through the squares and corridors, and over the tree-shades and lawns, there was a roar in the distance. It was the loud sound of machinery ramming earth and pounding the foundation.

Richard's footsteps stopped abruptly, and he looked behind him at the silent Raymond and the increasingly nervous Norman: "Here we are, His Highness is waiting for you in front.

I'll be here in half an hour. "

Raymond just nodded slightly:

"Thank you."

As they moved forward, the loud roar became clearer and louder.

On the flat land, large construction machinery is roaring. This is a large construction site.

The original wall at the rear has been demolished, and the scope of the academy has been extended outwards, including most of the royal gardens. The rockeries were shoveled away, the lakes were filled in, and the green plants were no longer there. Loess dust floated in the air, and everyone wore masks. Bare-chested workers carried construction materials and, under the direction of engineers, expanded the college.

The foundations of several buildings have been laid.

However, the newly built building is different from the classical style of the college. It maximizes the use of any area, and the entire outline is square.

Compared with other buildings, it is simply too utilitarian, and any architect with an artistic streak would frown upon seeing it.

Then, Norman saw the hand of God with whom he had a "fate" yesterday. But it was completely different from what he expected.

Not majestic, not cold, not even serious, but... bullying the disabled?

From a distance, you can see him pointing at the young man in the wheelchair and cursing.

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"All dead?"

The white-haired young man jumped in anger: "I told you to clean up, why the hell did you kill them all? There are more than 200 people! All of them had myocardial infarction? Are you lying!"

"Calm down, you are already the Lord Privy Seal, why are you still yelling?"

The man in the wheelchair picked his ears carelessly and blew his nails lightly: "Is it my fault that you didn't speak clearly, okay? You left it to me to clean up, what else can I do? Keep it for next year's Winter Festival? It’s a lot of money to eat, drink and have sex.”

"Then it can't all be myocardial infarction!"

The white-haired young man stared: "Can't you think of some other excuses?"

"I'm not a medical examiner. Do I still need to buy a dictionary to check the cause of death?"

The man in the wheelchair made a 'cut' sound, "Anyway, the mouth has been pried open, and all the information that should be given to you has been given to you. I also let you recover a large amount of state-owned assets, how good is it? Kill two hundred, and leave the rest You are so obedient. Now in the House of Lords, a group of people praise your fart, don’t you feel happy?”

"What about my reputation? It already stinks into the gutter, and you're pouring dirty water on me?"

"Tsk, it sounds like your reputation is better than yours."

The man in the wheelchair curled his lips, turned around, looked at the two people from the cult coming from a distance, and retracted his gaze: "Okay, let's stop talking. Isn't it me who is responsible for the blame? I'll leave first, and you're in trouble."

The new principal waved his hand helplessly.

The man in the wheelchair pushed the wheel at hand and left slowly. When passing by, Norman saw his iron-gray eyes. With a playful smile, the pair of eyes seemed to glance over, which made people feel a little creepy.

But soon, that feeling disappeared again.

It was like an illusion.

Norman took a deep breath and looked up.

The young man who came up with a smile.

But no matter what, it is difficult to associate this young man who does not look cold with his terrifying reputation.

The youngest dean in the history of the Royal Academy of Music, the Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition, and the strong man who killed Leviathan and the Lord of Darkness with his own hands.

The Sword Bearer of Anglo, the Prince of Avalon, the Minister of Seals, the Savior of the Nation, the Shadow Emperor, the Marquis of Dragon Veins, the Patriarch of the Ye Family, the Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition, the Guardian of Justice and Righteousness, the One Who Holds Authority, the Hand of God... Each title comes from an achievement that is close to a miracle.

In addition, he is also recognized as the most outstanding genius hundreds of years ago, the youngest master, and the strongest.

If the elements are not taken into account, creating legends and achieving the scepter is just a matter of a few strokes.

And while he was thinking, Ye Qingxuan was already in front of him.

This was the first time Norman was so close to him, but he only saw the dust and sweat on his face.

"Sorry to meet in such a chaotic place."

Ye Qingxuan grabbed a handkerchief and wiped his hands, "It's a bit rude, please don't mind it."

"Your Excellency is busy with school affairs, so we are the ones who are abrupt."

Raymond shook hands with him with a warm smile, "With you to guide the Royal Academy of Music, it will definitely be able to create greater glory."

Ye Qingxuan shrugged: "I was forced to be the principal. To be honest, I don't have much experience.

At present, there is a shortage of musicians in various places. The graduates of the Royal Academy of Music cannot fill the gap every year. They can only build new branches and expand the establishment.

I just hope that after the establishment of the foreign school, the situation will be alleviated in the future."

Norman couldn't help but curl his lips and disagreed.

For hundreds of years, there has been a shortage of musicians in various countries.

But the most critical reason is that there are too few people with musician qualifications. They are destined by birth and can only be promoted indirectly by increasing the population. If building a few more classrooms can solve the problem, then all countries would have forced the construction of academies in every town.

Raymond looked back as if he had eyes on his back. His serious eyes made him quickly put away his contemptuous attitude.

Noticing his expression, Ye Qingxuan didn't care. He just smiled and asked directly without any politeness: "Bishop Raymond, you want to see me so urgently, there must be an important reason.

I still hold the honorary title of archbishop in the church. If I can help, I will never refuse."

Raymond was silent for a moment and nodded slightly: "Since you are so frank, we won't make a fuss. To be honest, the two of us are on this trip to the Holy City. I hope you can cooperate."

Ye Qingxuan just nodded after listening, as if he had no awareness or thoughts, just Is to ask:

"Then what?"

Raymond raised his old eyes and looked at him, his expression became serious: "We are here on behalf of the Ministry of the Sacraments and the Sacred Vessels Custody, hoping that you can return Master Haydn's inheritance to the Holy City."

"This is easy."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, waved his hand and said: "Mr. Haydn is a respectable elder who treats me like a direct disciple. I can't sit back and watch the master's inheritance cut off.

Later, I will have someone copy Master Haydn's music and core music theory and let you two take it back to the Holy City so that Mr. Haydn's music theory can be passed down for a long time."

Raymond was silent.

Behind him, Norman couldn't help frowning.

"You know what I mean, sir."

Raymond said solemnly: "——We hope that you can consider the overall situation and return "Genesis" to the Holy City."

Ye Qingxuan smiled, shook his head, and answered without thinking:

"Sorry, no."

"..."

In the long silence, Raymond and the smiling young man looked at each other.

Without hesitation, after flatly rejecting the request of the Holy City, this guy did not feel guilty or avoid his sight, but put on a frank attitude and let them look at him.

Norman also stood nervously behind Raymond.

The worst situation still happened - Ye Qingxuan refused to hand over the inheritance of "Genesis" and was even unwilling to listen to any conditions.

After a long time, Raymond said: "You should know, sir, "Genesis" is of great significance to the Holy City, and it will never be allowed to be lost."

"I understand."

Ye Qingxuan nodded: "But isn't the inheritance of Saint Tchaikovsky still lost? As far as I know, it has even fallen into the hands of the revolutionary army.

And didn't the Holy City say that it would ensure that every country has a saint in charge?

Please rest assured that Anglu will properly inherit this holy name to protect the country and ensure the stability of the Seven Seas in the North. Isn't this also the responsibility of Saint Haydn?"

"But this is not in accordance with the regulations."

"What regulations are not in accordance with?"

Ye Qingxuan asked back: "I fought against the Leviathan for the Holy City and rebuilt the Inquisition. Am I not qualified to receive a saint's inheritance?"

"This is something that only the Red King can decide."

"Then please give me the Red King's order."

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and looked at Raymond's gradually ugly and stiff expression.