Crown of Silence

The afternoon sun shines down from the sky, through the flower windows on the dome, and falls into the hall, but it turns into a soft rainbow light, covering everything.

The quiet and solemn hall is dull.

On both sides of the hall, fourteen seats are filled with musicians from all over the world, some old, some middle-aged, some male and some female. The frustration and anger on each face are well concealed, but the gloom in the eyes cannot be stopped. When they look at each other, they can't help but sigh in a low voice.

Outside the open door, the afternoon light flows on the square like water waves, strange and gorgeous, and the statue of the child on the fountain sprinkles water droplets.

The young students lean on the benches, holding the newly distributed textbooks in their hands, reciting the rules in them diligently, and struggling to remember the music theories that are completely different from the past. Although their expressions are sad, their spirits exude enviable youthful vitality.

In the intervals between reciting and studying hard, some people would raise their heads and look up at the existence hanging high above the academy in awe, with longing eyes.

Between the sky and the earth, the miracle slowly rotates.

The light of the scorching sun falls on the huge water-colored cube, and with the refraction of countless modules, it is scattered on the earth, turning into ripples like ripples, beautiful as heaven.

It is the embodiment of power, the crystallization of miracles, and the proof of the existence of gods.

Natural disaster · Ether Net!

Across the open doors, the dullness in the hall and the liveliness on the square form a sharp contrast.

In the long silence, a door in the hall opened, and an old musician walked out of it, shaking his head at his companions who had been waiting for a long time, with a sad expression.

As soon as they saw him coming out, the musicians who had been waiting for a long time stood up and responded.

"Master Ambrose, what's the situation?"

"What does His Royal Highness mean?"

"Is there no possibility?"

Master Ambrose sighed, "I didn't have the chance to meet His Royal Highness. From beginning to end, the person I talked to was His Royal Highness's deputy, Ms. Kraft..."

"What! This is... too arrogant!"

The other musicians were stunned: "You represent all the schools of musicians in our Anglu. Don't you want to meet him in person?"

"I'm afraid he doesn't care."

Ambrose smiled bitterly.

He saw it more clearly than others.

The youngest master blushed anxiously and growled: "Your Highness is still unwilling to take back his order! Doesn't he know what he is doing? Isn't he afraid of becoming a sinner in Anglu and driving all the schools away?!"

Ambrose looked at him like a fool: "Do you think he cares?"

The atmosphere became dull again, and everyone sat back in their chairs dejectedly. Some people were indignant: "Does he have to push Anglu to a dead end!"

But more people looked sad. "This situation must not continue to spread. Our school has lost half of its apprentices!"

"What can we do?"

Someone sneered, "They can achieve the results of our ten years in three months of training. Don't the apprentices know this?

Which school dares to pat its chest and say that it will definitely cross the hurdle of formal musicians? They just need to nod their heads. Isn't it clear which side is tempting?"

"What kind of musician is that!"

The old musician roared, "If you only know how to rely on that ghost thing, you will only be restricted by that thing. How can you pursue the path of Dayuan?"

"Who cares about the path of Dayuan now?"

Someone sighed faintly, "Do you think about pursuing Dayuan when you were fourteen? At that time, my mind was full of thoughts about becoming a formal musician, but no one liked me, and I could only study alone... If someone can help me advance, I would be willing to be a black musician."

Everyone was silent.

For a long time, the reason why black musicians have been banned repeatedly is not because they are easy to achieve?

As long as you are ruthless and kill enough, you will have stronger power.

Even those evil gods and natural disasters are easier to negotiate with than loan sharks, and sometimes they will advance their rewards.

The attraction of the road revealed by the Ether Net is more than ten times that of the black musicians.

It is a hundred times, a thousand times!

No price is required, just offer loyalty, sign a contract, and serve Anglo for thirty years. If you regret it, you will not even be killed, but you will lose your power.

Some musicians will even use the Ether Net to break through their own barriers first, and then break through by themselves after cutting off the Ether Net. With the first experience, the second time is naturally a sure thing.

In just ten days, Anglo, no... all the schools in the West were blown to pieces by the sudden tornado. According to the statistics of the lighthouse, more than a quarter of the apprentices have left their own schools and went to Anglo.

Of the remaining three quarters, a quarter were cultivated by teachers and did not need external forces, and the other half... were forced to stay by various schools.

But it was useless if the person stayed but his heart was not here. It could only have a temporary effect. His Royal Highness had even notified all the countries that he was willing to provide interest-free loans to apprentices who were unable to leave due to the high penalty in the contract! Even apprentices could be picked up and dropped off for free when going to Avalon!

In just four days, he had squandered half of the treasury of Anglu! The huge fleet followed the ocean current and floated over to Anglu.

The Royal Academy of Musicians has expanded four times, but it still cannot meet the demand. The royal family has specially approved six satellite islands near Avalon as branches of the academy, and construction has begun in full swing.

In just fourteen days, the number of royal musicians expanded to an incredible 40,000 people!

Forty thousand official musicians!

You must know that the largest scale in the history of the Royal Musicians was only three thousand people, more than ten times more!

Even if 35,000 of them are apprentices who will return to their original form after leaving the Ethernet, that is still a force that cannot be underestimated!

Thirty thousand official musicians!

Even with your eyes closed, it's enough to bulldoze an entire small country!

Of course there were spies sent by various schools of thought, but in the end Ye Qingxuan didn't care at all and was extremely generous and opened the outer connection of the Ethernet to them.

No worries at all about what secrets they might steal.

Soon, the senior leaders of each school discovered that the Ethernet was not an artifact at all, but a poison. Even if it was stolen, it would only harm them!

Not only did the spies not bring back many secrets, but the backbone of their own school was incited to rebel a lot by the information sent back. Even the spies turned into double agents and could not be trusted at all.

On the surface, various countries have issued warnings to Anglo. If the Ethernet is not removed, the trade blockade and economic blockade will continue for one day. But as a result, it turned out to be tight and tight, and I don't know how many people secretly conveyed benefits to Angelou.

Even the smuggling business under Ye Qingxuan increased more than ten times overnight!

Except for war, everyone else has done everything they can, but Angelou refuses to bow down. Not to mention restricting the spread of the Ethernet, he doesn't even soften his attitude at all.

All the schools in the country collectively forced her to marry him, but in the end, he didn’t even see Ye Qingxuan’s face and was dismissed by Laura.

"What exactly do you mean, Your Highness?"

Some people have completely lost interest in continuing to pester: "Can't you give me an accurate answer?"

Ambrose was silent for a moment and then said: "Two options are to merge into the Ethernet and provide core music theory. His Royal Highness will open up middle-level permissions for us, allowing us to freely upload and modify the music of our own school. Or, 'Get out' '.

The last word was obviously Ye Qingxuan's original words.

He is no longer too lazy to deal with these old bastards in the country who can't see the situation clearly and rely on their elders.

In fact, he also said something later, "If you want to leave, Angelou will bear the travel and moving expenses, send gifts out of the country, and will never stop him."

Two choices are before everyone.

Everyone was silent and began to think again.

If you can't resist the general trend, you can only enjoy it... So, do you want to surrender to His Highness the Prince? It’s not that there are no examples ahead. The four schools that first took refuge in Ye Qingxuan have expanded six times in this short period of time!

After reaching six times, it’s not that I don’t want to continue to expand, but I can’t digest it anymore!

Although they lost their freedom, they gained strength and growth. Ye Qingxuan even personally revised the core music theory for them, increasing their inheritance efficiency by more than ten times!

Moreover, after the middle-level authority is opened, the main music theories of other schools can also be browsed at will... Although these things are not core music theories, in the past, even if only one note was leaked, countless people would fight to the death.

Now it's right in front of you, at your fingertips.

As for leaving Angelo, without being forced into a dead end, almost everyone would not consider it. Not everyone has the backbone of the illusion school a hundred years ago.

How many years of connections, how many years of business, how many generations have it taken to take root, build a good school building, and create a good ether secret realm...

Because just saying "I don't want it" and not wanting it is simply stupid.

The masters who come here have made a thorough understanding of their own schools before setting off. They draw a bottom line and it is acceptable if it does not exceed the bottom line, so they can make decisions on behalf of the school.

Although if you stay, it will be like boiling a frog in warm water. Sooner or later, the school will become part of the Ethernet, and its own independence will be lost. But many elementary school factions have trouble even surviving. Now that they have the opportunity to flourish, they can figure out which choice to make with a little thought.

Following the general trend, everyone looked at each other and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness as the wheels of history rolled over them.

——

In the principal's office, Ye Qingxuan heard a knock on the door.

Laura pushed the door open and walked in, unceremoniously sitting on the chair opposite the desk. She took off the glasses on her face, threw them on the table, picked up Ye Qingxuan's teapot, poured herself some tea, and drank it all in one gulp. .

Nowadays, Laura, who works as a secretary in various agencies in Avalon, no longer wears the cumbersome dresses and long skirts of the past, but has put on a simple and serious outfit.

He also wore glasses on his face, his original long hair was tied up behind his head, and his pointed and slender ears were exposed, no longer concealing his identity as a half-blooded moon spirit.

Anyway, no one dares to say anything about this.

As a result, there was a strange scene in Avalon where the moon spirit wandered around the Inquisition every day, and the purification musician who guarded the gate even saluted her, which made people lament that the world was declining and people's hearts were not as old as before.

As if aware of the bad words in Ye Qingxuan's heart, Laura rolled her eyes and glared at him.

"Those old men have already done it." She took something out of her pocket and threw it over. "This is the finished terminal that the Royal Academy came up with at your request."

Ye Qingxuan reached out to catch it, looking at the heavy iron piece the size of a palm in his hand, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

“Interesting…”