Crown of Silence

Chapter 667 A good man

The sky in Guixu was lit with fire.

The music theory of the scepter burst out from it, and only the aftermath turned the dark night sky into a turbulent ocean.

All the musicians were awakened and stared up at the sky.

"It's so lively."

Naberish stood on the top of the broken bell tower, looking towards the south, "It would be a pity not to have a hand in such a big thing. Can't we get closer?"

The handsome boy who looked like a man and a woman stood behind him, standing quietly. Hearing his voice, he slowly shook his head: "For your safety, this distance is the limit."

"They killed me?" Naberish.

"It's not those parallel-imported scepters, it's the saints."

The corner of Paganini's lips curled up into a sneer: "The tricks of the Order have not changed in so many years. Schubert has no successor, and no one can inherit his talent. It can only be operated through this method.

Abandoning him in exchange for Guixu's power is a great deal.

But there must be a deeper order in Schubert's music theory. If she senses the changing music theory in you, she will definitely pull you to self-destruct - the result is death anyway, so why not die in a way that is more beneficial to the cult? "

In silence, Naberis thought of the scene of a saint holding himself and exploding, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"What a bunch of lunatics." He murmured softly.

"Who says it's not?"

Paganini's smile became more sarcastic: "Isn't it unreasonable for God's servants to be crazier than degenerates?"

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"After so many days, can the chief judge not be able to bear it anymore?"

In the north, the second emperor's son stared at the sky, his eyes joking: "Sacrificing a saint to Guixu with your own hands is enough to free him from the control of the religious order and directly become a scepter, right?"

"uncertain."

Beside him, the old musician lowered his head and played with the clay tablet in his hand. He grabbed a knife and pen in his hand and wrote a series of wedge-shaped notes on the dry clay tablet. After brushing off the soil debris, he threw the clay tablet aside. . Beside him, there was a mountain of clay tablets.

The old musician grabbed it with ease, the soil surged, the soil gathered, and the water vapor transpired, a new clay tablet took shape in his hands. He buried his head in carving, as if he didn't care about the commotion in the distance.

Hearing someone put forward a different opinion, the second emperor was stunned for a moment, then looked at the old musician respectfully and asked: "What do you think?"

Although he is the second emperor's son, his status before this old man is nothing to show off.

The old man is the support his mother clan has prepared for him. Even if he becomes the emperor in the future, he will still be used to assist him.

As early as forty years ago, the old man was already the scepter musician of Asgard. While the previous emperor was still alive, he served the empire as an aide. What's even more rare is that he created the scepter based on the pure school of revelation. He has far-reaching wisdom and far-reaching wisdom. The second emperor has to listen to his opinions on many matters.

"It's very simple. He has no shortage of strength, haven't you noticed?"

The old musician said calmly: "He does not lack power, nor fame, nor money, nor even status. Count carefully, in the intelligence, how many things does he have that make others envious to the point of cerebral hemorrhage?

Your opponent is a strong enemy who is not inferior to you in any way. No, if he had your status, I am afraid he would have defeated your brother and become the emperor of Asgard.

In this aspect, you have to learn from him. "

Hearing what he said, the second emperor frowned, and a displeased lightning flashed in his one eye, but he said nothing.

The old musician shook his head, knowing that he was resisting, so he could only break the situation into pieces and explain to him clearly: "It's just temporary weakness in Guixu. It's not worth losing a lot of things for the power in front of you." .

This chief judge has a very long-term vision.

If you kill a saint, you will only get the scepter. But does he really care if he has the scepter? As long as he is under the blessing of Angelou, the Golden Chapter of Victory, he will be able to gain power that is not inferior to that of natural disasters. "

"After all, it is an external force and cannot be relied upon." The second emperor said.

The old musician glanced at him and said, "Are you anxious to become a scepter?"

When he said this, the second emperor understood.

Will he be anxious? After resonating with Odin, he is now equivalent to the blood descendant of a demigod. The future is bright, and the achievement of the scepter is almost certain.

The same goes for the chief judge, no, he even has more choices than he has.

Whether it is to go to the East to climb the path of heaven and man, or to inherit Haydn's music theory and holy name, it is a majestic road. He doesn't even need to rely on others. With his talents, it is only a matter of time before he becomes the scepter.

The Holy City can be blocked for a while, but it cannot be blocked for a lifetime.

"So he's not in a hurry."

The old musician said calmly: "To him, a dead saint is far less useful than a living one. In your opinion, what is his advantageous card now?"

The second emperor's son fell into deep thought for a long time, then raised his head: "Inquisition?"

"It's a little bit of an edge."

The old musician nodded: "The Inquisition is just an empty shell. It will take more than ten years to fill it up, even with the national power of Angelus. It will be powerful in the future, but it is not enough to rely on now.

But the thing about him that troubles his enemies the most is precisely this title. "

"Grand Judge?" The second emperor's son suddenly wondered.

"That's right."

The old musician said calmly: "Isn't this what the Cardinal will regret the most?

Originally, it was just a waste recycling, and while passing the buck, the bad assets were cut off, but they didn't expect that they would shoot themselves in the foot.

They didn't think about what if the chief judge was a lunatic. He has the title of God's Hand to endorse him, and the Rod of Destiny to ensure that everything he does is in line with justice and reason. In other words... those who are his enemies are heretics.

In the short term, before the Holy City breaks up with him, he can do anything without taboos. . With such a benefit, why would he kill a saint in front of so many people and give others a handle?

Moreover, if he really achieved the scepter in Guixu, the cult might not be incapable of controlling him. He seemed to have obtained the scepter, but what he got was just a shackle, and he would also lose his own crown of justice.

And if he could control a living saint, it would be like a goose laying golden eggs for him, and he would not have to kill the goose to get the eggs. Besides..."

The old musician was stunned when he said this, and couldn't help laughing at himself, with a bitter smile.

"What else?" asked the second prince.

The old musician sighed softly: "Besides, no matter how we look at it, even from the most demanding perspective, this chief judge... is a good person. "

The second prince was silent.

This is simply the most ridiculous joke in the world, but it is true.

People in their position understand that the most expensive thing in the world is not power or strength... but conscience.

Conscience can make people miss opportunities and pay a heavy price, but that person just doesn't care.

Everyone knows that he killed people in front of the gate of the Holy City for a little girl, provoked almost every institution in the Holy City, and pushed everyone to the opposite side of himself.

Although it is absurd, this is the most credible inference at the moment.

——This chief judge, the hand of God, is probably the only conscience in the entire cult, the representative of the character of the Holy City.

Who would doubt that such a person would seek power and kill an old nun?

"If this is a disguise..."

The second prince said halfway, and couldn't help laughing at himself.

What a stupid question.

If this is a disguise, doesn't it mean that this person is even more terrifying?

The second prince sighed in a low voice.

"I'm beginning to admire him."