Crown of Silence

"Hey, don't be ignorant..."

Edmund wanted to say something, but Bradley raised his hand, signaling him not to speak.

"The vigor of young people is always enviable." He maintained a gentle smile and rewrote a check: "I'm willing to pay twenty..."

"Sorry, I don't sell it."

Ye Qingxuan interrupted him, making his smile stiff.

In silence, his expression collapsed little by little, and finally became gloomy.

"Young man, this is not the place for you to joke."

He whispered, pointing to the family emblem on the cufflinks, "Find out who you are talking to. If I were you, I would take this check before I change my mind."

He looked down at the silent boy, tore off the check, pinched it between two fingers, and slowly handed it to him: "How about thinking about it again? Even if the young man has courage, he should consider the others around him."

"Uncle, they have a little girl..."

Edmund's eyes were vicious, and he whispered softly in Bradley's ear.

Hearing this, Charles's expression changed, and his eyes were filled with rage. He took two steps forward, but was stopped by Ye Qingxuan.

The young man silently put away his pocket watch, adjusted his collar, and looked up at Bradley's pupils. His eyes were cold and contemptuous, as if there was cold snow falling inside, and under the snow was a surging black vortex.

"It's so ugly, the face of a big shot, anything can be said as if it were a gift."

Ye Qingxuan bent his fingers, flicked the check in front of him, and glanced at Edmund: "If anything happens to Bai Xi, you will regret what you said today... I promise."

Hearing this, Edmund's expression twitched, like rage, but being looked at by those eyes, he became afraid for no reason.

"Let's go, senior brother, there's no need to pay attention to these mad dogs."

Ye Qingxuan retracted his gaze and turned away.

-

"Don't know what's good for you."

Right behind him, Bradley stared at his back, revealing a ferocious look in his gloomy expression. He reached out and pressed the flute under his dress, his lips opened and closed, chanting the secret words to activate it.

In an instant, the faint and long flute sound entered the ears of Ye Qingxuan and the others. The low voice seemed to carry the whisper of a ghost, and it instantly entangled in the minds of the two people, like a corrupt seed, and began to grow rapidly.

It was like a mold that absorbed the nutrients of rotten wood and grew wildly in the spring sunshine.

A sudden trance descended on Ye Qingxuan's consciousness, causing his feet to soften and he almost fell. His body was stiff, as if some force had taken away his strength and no longer accepted his control.

This is the Telemann Flute Concerto, numbered NO.68-Pick-up Strings. This is one of the most common scores in the mind-image system. It invades consciousness, makes runes parasitic like mold, and then wipes out the consciousness of the recipient, turning him into a cruel score of puppets.

Under the control of the music, the stiff boy slowly turned around, like a broken puppet, and tried to walk back step by step.

Bradley looked at the returning boy, and his ferocious eyes flashed with pleasure. He slowly stretched out his hand: "Hand over the double snake clock..."

Ye Qingxuan's movements were stiff, but he didn't stretch out his hand.

Bradley's eyes became more and more angry, and he urged the flute again. The sound of the flute was sharp and slowly rose, but suddenly stopped.

It was like being strangled by the throat and unable to move.

So, the fetus died in the womb.

"Hey, Mr. Bradley, long time no see."

Bradley's expression froze, because a palm stretched out from behind and rested on his shoulder.

The man who looked like he was just wandering around seemed to have no bones, almost hanging on him, and whispered in his ear: "I don't know how long you have been outside, but the rules here... you haven't forgotten them?"

The low voice made Bradley feel cold all over, and his arm trembled.

Because a hand was pressing on the flute in his arms, the ether in his palm was corrosive, and it only took a moment to corrode the instrument he regarded as his life!

There are many rules in the Musicians' Association. There are not many rules that musicians should pay attention to. Among the rules that have been repeatedly emphasized, the one with the heaviest punishment is:

- No matter what grudges there are between each other, you are not allowed to fight in the Musicians' Association!

"Mr. Manager."

He turned back stiffly and whispered, "I think this is a misunderstanding."

"Maybe, can I talk to you for a while?"

The administrator laughed and stretched out his hand to pull him aside. Bradley subconsciously wanted to resist, but he couldn't break free. That hand was like an iron clamp.

The administrator turned around and looked at him: "I said, let me talk for a while, didn't you hear it?"

-

Outside the door, Bradley's face was uncertain.

The administrator took out a lighter from his arms, leisurely lit his pipe, took two puffs, and exhaled thin smoke. As if sighing, he said:

"I don't care what dispute you have with that kid. In the next few days, you'd better pray that the kid doesn't get into trouble in Avalon."

Bradley was stunned for a moment, his expression darkened: "Avalon is so big, it may not be me who did it, right?"

"Avalon is so big, why did you choose to do it here?"

The administrator asked back, and Bradley was speechless.

"Also, if you attack two apprentices in the Musicians Association, as a fine, two thousand of your contribution points will be deducted. Do you have any objection?"

Bradley gritted his teeth and remained silent, his expression changing, and finally he stopped talking.

"That's it. You can go."

The administrator waved his hand. Seeing that he was still motionless, his expression became confused.

"Why are you still here? Do you want a ticket?"

Bradley stared at him, gritted his teeth for a long time and squeezed out a few words: "The family will remember your gift." Then, he turned around and left with Edmund.

To this sentence, the administrator only responded with two words: "Haha."

-

After a long time, Ye Qingxuan finally recovered from his paralysis. The runes on Ciel's hands were shining with a trace of electric light, and he was pressing his shoulders with concern:

"Junior brother, are you okay? Where do you feel uncomfortable? I'll massage it for you again?"

Ye Qingxuan rubbed his face that was distorted by the electricity and rolled his eyes: "Brother, if you press it again, you will kill me."

"Hey, don't I care about you?" Ciel removed the electric light with a mean smile on his face.

"It seems you are recovering well."

The administrator walked in, saw the two of them, and nodded: "If nothing happens, go back. Don't worry, this is Avalon after all, and that guy doesn't dare to mess around..."

"Uh, thank you."

Ye Qingxuan saw him here and didn't know what to call him. Charles rushed forward with surprise on his face, shouting that if I had known you were here, I would have brought fruits to your door...

The administrator pushed the bitch away sadly and couldn't help but sigh: "Just call me administrator, or Mr. Bayer."

"There is no need to thank me. This is the rule of the association."

He patted Ye Qingxuan's shoulder: "I have something to do first. Come and play often when you have free time...and who else? Remember to bring some fruit next time. I've been a little angry recently, and my mouth has blistered. ”

"Okay, okay. What do you like to eat? Let me see if there is any in the backyard of the Academy of Change. How about I go to the backyard of the Academy of Revelation to look for it..."

Charles waved his hand and said goodbye.

Ye Qingxuan thought for a while: "Have you been thinking about the things in other people's backyards all day long?"

-

In the office, Bayer stood in front of the window, watching the boy's back on the street go away, but when his eyes fell on Charles, he became confused.

Bradley's music score should be heading towards the two people together, he could sense it clearly. But why was Ye Qingxuan attacked, but that bitch who looked like he wanted to be beaten up was fine?

"Did Bradley lose control of himself?"

He pinched his chin and muttered to himself.

-

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When he went out at noon, Ye Qingxuan remembered that there was a huge flow of people on this road, and it was so noisy that it was like the sounds of the whole world were converging. But it was already dusk when we went back, and the crowds had disappeared.

The hustle and bustle stopped and it became quiet again.

Even Ciel became much silent, just walking in front with his head lowered, kicking the stones under his feet.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him and felt something was wrong.

"It's nothing, I'm fine." Charles scratched his hair but did not look back at him.

Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "When you were good, you would say such rubbish words as, 'Junior brother, you care about me so much, I'm so touched, senior brother.' But if you say that now, it's a bad sign.

Is it because of the association? "

"……Roughly the same."

Charles muttered in a low voice: "The teacher has always said that I will be an older brother from now on. But the older brother has to take care of you. All I can do every day is make jokes, and nothing else."

He paused and kicked the pebbles away from his feet: "Because I'm a loser, you know."

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, remembering Bart's words in the cafeteria and Charles's depressed look. He opened his mouth to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say.

Only now did he realize that he really had no comforting experience.

Charles looked back at him and saw that he looked as listless as himself. He knew why and couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Don't worry about me. I'm actually fine. I just don't know what went wrong."

He stopped Ye Qingxuan and patted him on the shoulder: "Sometimes you get stuck, and you get used to it. Life is a bit sluggish, I owe some debts, and I often get drunk... But there are always ways to solve these problems. ”

"In the past, I would often feel sad about myself, get drunk, and have some weird nightmares. When I woke up, I didn't know where I had gone. Every time I opened my eyes, I would wonder what the point of staying here was. .

But besides here, I have nowhere else to go. "

Ye Qingxuan was silent, not knowing what to say. Charles looked at him looking even sadder than himself and laughed.

“But it’s actually very nice here.”

He hooked the boy's neck and said softly: "Here is the teacher, you, and Bai Xi. We are no longer alone."

I want to protect them, so this city can become beautiful. "

-

On the empty street, the blond boy hummed a vague tune softly. He looked around the city under the setting sun. In the gaps between the buildings, he could see the ocean in the distance.

The light of the setting sun falls on the waves, brilliant as gold.

The sun fell from behind them, casting a shadow on the road in front of them, the outlines of two teenagers holding each other's backs.

Looking at the shadow that was no longer lonely, he was no longer depressed and smiled.