Crown of Silence

Chapter 90 Dark Legend (Part 1)

The next day, early in the morning, the underground palace was silent.

In the square, in front of the huge bronze door, Dominic stooped and slowly pushed the heavy bronze door open. In the deep darkness, there is a dark wind carrying dust flying.

"follow me."

He glanced at the young man behind him: "I'll take you to the big library."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, followed closely, and walked into the darkness behind the door.

Behind him, the heavy copper door slammed shut. In the darkness, he could only vaguely see the figure in front of him by the dim glow of the stroke lantern in his hand.

In the surging darkness, a gust of wind blew out the flames in the wind lantern through the glass. Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment and stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong?"

Dominic turned back, his eyes seemed to be burning with will-o'-the-wisps, glowing faintly, making Ye Qingxuan's heart tremble. Seeing his expression, Dominic laughed softly: "Don't be afraid. As long as you don't turn on the lights on this section of the road, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"..."

The corner of Ye Qingxuan's mouth twitched. He didn't know what to say and quickly followed him, for fear of getting lost here.

There was silence in the darkness, but Ye Qingxuan always felt like someone was following him step by step. There seemed to be someone laughing in the faint sound of the wind, but if you looked carefully, you couldn't hear clearly.

Those invisible things surrounded him, as if they were studying his face and exposed body, and opened their mouths eagerly, wanting to swallow the sweet flesh and blood into their mouths.

But on Ye Qingxuan's wrist, the small bell made a faint ringing, making them afraid to approach.

In the end, the darkness finally passed, and the light of torches lit up the long corridor. Those flickering lights illuminated his body again, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

In that long darkness, he almost felt that his body was about to be dissolved.

"arrive."

At the end of the corridor, Dominic reached out and opened the heavy iron door for Ye Qingxuan.

The hinge of the iron door rubbed and made a sharp sound. The sharp sound stirred up an echo in the darkness, like overlapping yet faint laughter.

Behind the iron gate, a warm light shines in the empty hall.

It seems like someone has been maintaining this place all year round. The glazed tiles on the floor have been polished so that people can be seen, and the crystal chandeliers on the ceiling are spotless.

There is no stale atmosphere like in a library, and no dust is visible. Everything is perfectly maintained and organized.

Behind the reading and seating area composed of three rows of long tables, there are layers of ancient bookshelves filled with densely packed books.

Some of them were printed only in recent years, with novel craftsmanship, and the smell of ink carries the fragrance of roses. Some looked like cultural relics left over from the Dark Ages. The papyrus was wrapped in sheepskin and exuded a vague smell of blood.

“The Great Library of the Royal Academy of Music is the largest library in the entire Anglo Kingdom. When it was first established, it was to preserve the spark of civilization under the attack of natural disasters.

Many confidential materials, letters, and meeting minutes are kept in the library. In addition to precious musicians' scores and secret books, there are also some shady secrets...

Everything here is kept confidential, so even if you accidentally see something, please keep your mouth shut. I don’t need to say more about such things, right? "

"No, no need." Ye Qingxuan shook his head vigorously, always feeling that if he slowed down a little, he would be silenced by this old man.

"very good."

Dominic nodded: "Besides you, there are some little things being raised inside. If you accidentally see them, don't be surprised.

The traffic bell on your wrist is only valid for one day. If you don't come out before twelve o'clock, you will be treated as an intruder. understand? "

"understand."

"There are five floors here. Your permission allows you to walk in areas below the musician level. If you go wrong, you will be dealt with by those little things. Do you understand?"

"Uh, I understand."

Ye Qingxuan began to doubt whether the little thing was a little thing after all.

"Don't damage the books, and don't try to steal them. Those little things are nostalgic 'people' and like to care about things. If you piss them off, just... you know."

"I understand." Ye Qingxuan sighed: "He was dealt with, right?"

"Children can be taught."

Dominic nodded, indicating that he could go in.

"last question."

Ye Qingxuan asked curiously: "There's not even a sign here. What if I accidentally go in the wrong direction?"

"How easy it is."

Dominic smiled, "When you hear footsteps behind you, it means you should turn back."

His figure disappeared into the darkness.

"..."

The iron door slammed shut, and Ye Qingxuan was the only one left in the silent library again. But the feeling of being watched by something did not disappear, but became stronger.

He sat on the chair in the reading area and looked around. There was no one here.

But when he closed his eyes, he always felt that there were actually people around him.

Those who clearly do not exist are scholars who observe etiquette. They were flipping through the books in this quiet library, silent, and even the sound of their fingers turning the pages was so slight.

When they stared at each other, their eyes were deep and powerful, like a black vortex. Finally, their sight fell on the boy who did not belong here, and they did not move away.

On their faces, there was a blank!

Ye Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes, and the fantasy in his mind dissipated, as if it had never existed.

He shook his head and stopped scaring himself.

"Okay, next, let's find out where the school's teaching records are."

According to what Charles had said to him before, there should be no information on the first floor that he could not know.

Sure enough, the bookshelves he passed by were all filled with hydrological geography from various places, reports and records from previous years, and some boring account books.

Occasionally, he could see some biographies and travel notes, as well as some historical records of other countries.

But these things were of no value to Ye Qingxuan.

He passed the record partition and continued to move forward. The next partition was filled with currency exchange rates from various countries and bulk futures delivery records in exchanges.

This is an accountant's paradise, but it is also useless to Ye Qingxuan. He was not interested in the trade war between Dongtianzhu Company and Yunlou. Although he knew that the amount involved was incredibly large, and that studying it would certainly yield some results, and that he might be able to seize the future market trend and make a fortune, it had nothing to do with Ye Qingxuan's purpose.

The next section was finally the section for musicians, and the various large volumes of research materials made people dizzy. Ye Qingxuan squatted under the bookshelf, drooling at the whole row of musical scores that recorded the basic runes of various schools, and finally said goodbye to them heartbrokenly, and continued to look for the files he wanted.

Until finally, he finally found the regional division of Avalon in the corner of the first floor.

"But this place is really big..."

Ye Qingxuan looked around at dozens of bookshelves around him, and those bookshelves that were twice as tall as himself were filled with various manuscripts. Most of them even had only a string of numbers and numbers, without even a book title.

Trying to find something here without a catalog index is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Book management is a science."

At this moment, Ye Qingxuan finally deeply understood the meaning of the priest's words.

He sat on the ground, looked up at the bookshelf that was more than three meters long and connected to the ceiling, and suddenly a feeling of powerlessness rose from his heart.

"Looking for a needle in a haystack is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

He gritted his teeth, pulled out the file closest to him, and flipped it open, only to find that it was an intelligence record of the criminal organization in the lower city of Avalon.

"Shaman: Whereabouts Investigation Report?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, turned over two pages, and saw the faded text on it: "...According to the investigation, the shaman had secretly left Avalon five days ago, and the relevant traces were difficult to investigate. It is suspected to be related to the smuggling fleet..."

The time above this paragraph was six years ago, and there were several notes at the back, which were the results of the subsequent investigation. Unfortunately, the contents were all "unknown whereabouts", "never appeared", and the last "missing".

The ten legendary 'Shamans' of Avalon, the king of the Lower City, mysteriously disappeared in the net laid by the royal musicians?

Unfortunately, the follow-up investigation results did not end here, which made Ye Qingxuan, who was fascinated by the book, cry out that it was a pity. This record records from the appearance of the mysterious Shaman to the disappearance of the Shaman, and the record is very detailed. From an unknown person in the Lower City at the beginning, he became the ruler of the entire Lower City in just a few months.

Among the gangs in the Lower City, first the Caucasian Bear Claw Society, then the Indian Alliance, and then the Corsican Family Party... The criminal organizations in the Lower City pledged allegiance to this mysterious man one by one, and respectfully offered one-fifth of their monthly income in the hope that the Shaman would give them a license.

Moreover, the recorder also made assumptions based on textual research, re-deduce the content and transactions of the negotiations between the Shaman and various gangs, and included many rumors. The various descriptions are very vivid, and people can't stop reading.

As a result, when it came to the most critical part, when the shaman and the nobles who secretly intervened in the smuggling business were fighting... suddenly there was no more below. It ended with a missing sentence, which was really disappointing.

"Did the author become a castrator? Why is there no more below?"

Ye Qingxuan muttered in a low voice, put the file back, and took out a new one from the same row. This time it was...

"Blood Butcher: Analysis of the White Chrysanthemum Hotel Massacre?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned and took out another book: "Soul Devouring Shadow Handling Report?"

Then came "Ghost Hand: Criminal Record", "Ghost Carriage: Route Analysis and Sorting"... In the end, he finally understood what this entire bookshelf was filled with.

Hey, hey, can't these be all investigation files of the Ten Legends of Avalon?