In the afternoon sunset, the last ray of light passed away quietly. The lights were still on in the basement.
Ciel stared intently at the leather gown on the shelf in front of him, repairing the damage and tears on it.
Although he originally thought the design was perfect, now it seems that once something is put into actual use, there will be many problems.
In just one night, many problems have already occurred.
Charles opened up the inside of the dress and carefully examined the "iron bones" inside. He mumbled bits and pieces: "The shoulders are not strong enough. If they bear the load for a long time, they may suffer from metal fatigue. Guidance There are also some problems with the structure, but it shouldn't be too troublesome to correct. But its own stability is a problem... Junior brother is really going to have problems. It has to reduce the weight and ensure it is solid... "
"Are you still busy?"
A voice came from behind.
"Teacher?" Charles turned around in surprise: "Isn't it class time now?"
Abraham spread his hands: "The only student who is willing to go to class is also absent from class today."
"Where's Junior Brother?"
"You're still sleeping, maybe you're tired?"
"He gets tired too? It sounds like a joke."
Charles shook his head: "Sometimes I really feel like he is made of iron. But even if he is made of iron, if he puts so much pressure on himself, he will suffer from metal fatigue, right? It has only been a month, and he has already figured it out. Rhythm level..."
"A month so soon? It feels like a few days have passed."
Abraham sighed: "I was originally worried that you two wouldn't get along well, but now it seems that you are already very good friends."
"A good friend?" Charles seemed to remember something and couldn't help laughing.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just heard a joke two days ago."
Charles said: "The so-called good friends are like stars. No matter you may not see them often, you know that as long as you raise your head, they will always be there looking at you from a distance. It is useless." "
"... Charles, why do I feel that you deserve more and more beatings?"
"I don't want to either, teacher."
Ciel spread his hands helplessly, but his expression was a little helpless: "Before, when I was dreaming, I dreamed of a very interesting comic. The comic told the story of a bat warrior. He fought against evil in his own city. There are many powerful enemies. While safeguarding justice, he met a group of good friends with high abilities. Some of them can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, and their eyes are full of radiation. Some are female warriors in three-point bikinis, and some can emit green light. Some can talk to fish. They unite together as one and even register as members of the Tights Club. But no matter how many good friends he has, the Bat Warrior will always fight alone. When he faces a powerful enemy alone, His group of friends are useless... just like leaves."
He turned around and looked at the gowns on the rack, his eyes dimming: "Teacher, look, I also want to become a hero with radioactive eyes, but unfortunately, I'm just a loser. Sometimes, I I really feel like I’m about to become a useless good friend.”
Abraham was silent for a long time and patted him on the shoulder: "There are some things that others are destined to not be able to help with."
Ciel shrugged.
…
"Speaking of which, I feel that Junior Brother has been acting strangely recently."
"Maybe he's grown up?"
Abraham nodded and said, "You were like that back then, secretly stuffing pornographic books and periodicals under the bed."
"Ahem, that's not what I meant."
Charles choked on his own saliva and quickly explained: "I mean, although he looks the same as usual, his eyes look like he is afraid of something."
"Oh." Abraham nodded.
"Teacher, do you have any solution?"
Abraham shook his head.
"Teacher, there's nothing you can do?"
"Actually, in my opinion, if you are afraid, just be afraid. Why force yourself not to be afraid?" Abraham looked at him: "Char, when you were young, didn't you often have nightmares?"
Ciel's smile stiffened and he looked elsewhere: "... That's all in the past."
"Well, it will all pass."
Abraham said.
The room fell silent again.
In the long silence, Charles stared at the skeleton in front of him and suddenly asked softly: "Teacher, are you afraid of anything?"
"I do, there are a lot of them."
Abraham nodded calmly, but his eyes were a little sad: "I was afraid that the college wouldn't pay me a few days ago... After all, you know, you owe a lot of money. If you can't pay it back, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to do anything in the college."
"Well… "
Looking at him, Abraham laughed.
“The older a person gets, the more things they worry about and the more things they fear. When I was young, I always thought it would be good if I didn’t fear anything. But, is it really good if I don’t fear anything? There’s no need to force yourself, right?”
In Ciel's silence, Abraham stretched out his hand and lifted the dress on the rack: "Is this your work? It's very well done."
Ciel shrugged, "If I can't be a musician, I can only do these things. They are all gadgets."
"Actually, it's not a pity if you can't become a musician. Being a famous craftsman will also lead to respect. As long as you live a long time, it will be no problem. Is there anyone who stipulates what is the right thing to do? I originally wanted to Ye Zi was trained to be a scholar. Unfortunately, it seems now that he probably doesn’t want to be a scholar anymore. I can only help him in other aspects."
As he spoke, Abraham stretched out his hand into the air, and the four fingers of the steel prosthetic limb slowly opened as if holding something. As a result, the "Requiem" barrier that originally enveloped the entire academy was separated.
The huge barrier that existed in the air and was everywhere was secretly operating at this moment. The thick and substantial ether emerged from the cracks and flowed into the basement, glowing with magnificent light.
On that black iron arm, a pitch-black violin emerged silently, its strings vibrating, playing a melodious and quiet melody.
When that melody sounds, the whole world seems to be quiet.
Everything is no longer restless, but has entered an unspeakable tranquility, as if falling asleep, entering a peaceful dream. There is no killing, no restlessness, and no hesitation.
Everything falls into such a peaceful state.
This is a fragment of the legendary "Dragon Sleeping Barrier", originating from the silent score of the "Requiem", which makes all musician-level movements lose their power of effect.
—Resonance-level movement·Tranquility!
The ether ripples with that melody, making waves, and wherever it passes, everything falls asleep.
In the midst of the waves, Abraham swayed the melody, controlling the huge power to gather on the dark windbreaker, transforming into notes one by one, and sinking into it.
On the steel skeleton, layers of complex musical scores slowly light up and then fade away. In the end, as the melody disappeared, it returned to its original appearance.
The originally "tranquil" musical score has been exquisitely and carefully sealed in it.
Although Abraham was not an alchemist of the Transformation Faction, with the research of the Forbidden Faction, Abraham turned it into a seal, transplanted it into the dress, and made it into an alchemical equipment.
"Compared to a professional alchemist, the engravings I make can only be used as one-time consumables."
Abraham shook his head regretfully and hung it back on the shelf.
"For him, that's enough for the time being."
Charles sensed the power in the dress and carefully identified:
"'Tranquility Barrier', once activated, will turn into an etheric silence zone within ten meters, lasting only half a minute. For all movements below the resonance level, musicians who have not broken through the barrier of knowledge cannot mobilize the ether. With this, there is no way to mobilize the ether. If it is here, if something happens, at least it will save its life."
Abraham was silent, looking at his steel arm. On the inside of his arm, the note that was constantly shining seemed to be reminding him of something.
He stretched out his hand, sensing the rune that would be activated with only a slight stimulation, and the "music" contained in it that was enough to burn himself and the entire house to ashes - these were his shackles and shackles.
Abraham looked away and sighed softly:
"There's only so much I can do."
…
…
Ye Qingxuan woke up from his sleep, feeling sore all over, and the overload of ether control made him dizzy.
Even if Jiuxiao Huanpei performed the detailed operations on his behalf, just playing multiple notes made him exert all his energy.
Even though the movement "Black Friday" was tailor-made for him by his father, he still had to control every "interval" with his own hands.
He wants to control the superposition and combination of notes to form the structure of "intervals", just like controlling characters to create phrases, and then these phrases are pieced together into sentences and paragraphs, which are the "measures" in the movement.
Every measure of performance requires his full concentration. If he hadn't hidden it in the coffin last night, he would have exposed it long ago.
"I hope tonight won't be so troublesome."
Ye Qingxuan rubbed his face, got up from bed, got into the bathroom and took a bath.
But when he looked in the mirror, even he was startled by the person in the mirror.
…
In the dim light, the white-haired boy stood silently in the shadow, staring at the mirror. The circles under his eyes were slightly dark, as if he lacked sleep, but his eyes were sharp, like a sword that had gradually become sharper after being forged. blade.
But the forgotten friendliness and indifference are no longer there, and the enthusiasm is no longer there.
After gaining something, something was lost.
Perhaps it is true as Ciel said, the classroom is a place where blood and tears are exchanged for lessons, and the most effective education is to give pain.
Xiacheng District is a good school, although what I learned was not what I wanted.
Ye Qingxuan looked at the mirror, and after a long time, he sighed softly.
"Junior brother, do you think you are so handsome that you can't even recognize yourself?" A faint voice came from the side, making Ye Qingxuan tremble subconsciously.
"Senior brother, please don't scare people with your presence, okay?" He sighed.
"I know, I know, when a person is intoxicated with his own beauty, he hates being disturbed the most." Charles came over, combed his hair in front of the mirror, and admired in his eyes:
"To be honest, I often feel this way, how could the person so handsome in the mirror be me? Every time I see someone so handsome, my knees can't help but feel weak... A few days ago I When I looked in the mirror in the morning, I couldn’t help but kneel down to myself!”
"Brother!"
Ye Qingxuan couldn't suppress the itching feeling in his hands and wanted to beat this guy to death.
"Okay, I understand, shut up, right?"
Charles shrugged and patted his shoulder: "Speak of junior brother."
"Um?"
Charles played with the soap dish on the sink and whistled: "Have you noticed that you haven't put on your pants yet after taking a bath for so long?"
"..." Ye Qingxuan raised his head silently and sighed to the sky.
No matter who it is, a thunderbolt will strike this guy to death as soon as possible.