The next day, Jianlan underground palace.
As the dark door slowly opened, darkness surged, exuding the smell of ancient dust. The dark wind came from the darkness and got into the skirt of his clothes, making his scalp numb.
“It’s so cold…”
Bart shivered subconsciously, and when he heard the tiny sounds coming from the darkness, his face turned pale: "Teacher, is this really an academy?"
"Don't be too weird. Even in an academy, there will always be places like this."
Ingmar said calmly.
This middle-aged man was wearing spotless long clothes and had a handsome appearance. His long hair had a few wisps of gray due to his long-term study of the Apocalypse faction. He tied it back, looking elegant and mysterious.
Every time he looked into the depths of darkness, his expression showed some disdain and arrogance.
As the teaching director of Enlightenment College and an important member of the school committee, he couldn't bear that there were areas in the college that were not under control.
Every year, the Jianlan Underground Palace would unreasonably withdraw a sky-high budget from the school committee, but so far it has not even submitted a report, which is simply ridiculous.
Who knows what is going on here!
"Are your students ready?"
The gatekeeper in front of the door glanced at Bart, looked at his slightly pale face, and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Please help yourself later. I'll leave first. There will be someone inside to lead the way."
He noticed the disgust in Ingmar's eyes, smiled softly, turned and left.
"Pretend to be a ghost."
Watching his figure disappear, Ingmar snorted coldly.
If it weren't for special reasons, he wouldn't even come here. Every time he felt the indifferent eyes of the gatekeeper Dominic, he felt a deep sense of shame. That kind of wild dog of war can only show off its majesty here.
Thinking of this, his mood became more and more unpleasant: "Bart, don't be in a daze. You know how difficult it is to enter the great library of the Royal Academy of Music. This time, the Academy has spent a lot of resources to get this for you. Opportunity, don’t live up to my expectations of you.”
Bart nodded quickly.
"very good."
Ingmar ordered in a cold voice: "You must remember clearly the books I gave you. Don't be like that shameful person in the academy who came in without learning anything and left empty-handed."
"I will seize this opportunity." Bart's eyes were determined.
"very good."
Ingmar nodded, "The school anniversary is coming soon. You should be prepared first and don't be overwhelmed by the students handed over by that old cripple named Abraham who believes in perverse doctrines. This time, you must give that old cripple some color. understand?"
"I see… "
Bart rubbed his chin, which was still aching, with a cold expression: "I understand."
"Then go ahead."
Ingmar watched Bart walk through the door with a smile on his lips: sooner or later, that old man who believed in heresies and dared to refute himself would be kicked out of the academy by himself.
…
The cold wind blows.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the dark corridor. Bart held the wind lantern in his hand and looked around blankly, but he still couldn't help but tremble in the soft sounds around him.
This place is really evil.
He touched the ring on his finger and tried to muster the courage.
This time, his teacher gave him the place assigned to him by the Institute of Revelation, just so that he could enter the large library to read the music manuscripts collected there.
Although they are all movements below the resonance level, those manuscripts were handwritten by the saints of previous generations. They contain the spirituality and mystery of the music scores, allowing readers to grasp the melody and power at twice the speed of ordinary people. .
For this reason, Ingmar specially tailored a book list for him. As long as he could follow the catalog and learn all the melodies in the manuscript, he would definitely be able to make rapid progress.
Those scores are examples carefully selected by Ingmar, which can help Barthes further master his unique score: the first movement of the "Crown Sonata". If he can break through to the musician level by then, heaven and earth will sense that there will be greater benefits waiting for him.
Although the time is only twelve hours, it does not mean that there are no other ways.
Bart pinched the ring on his index finger and smiled.
It was the "Ring of the Secret Memoryr" that he bought at a great price. As long as it is activated, it can double the user's understanding and memory capabilities, and it can also use the user's reading and seeing in some secret way. Something is transcribed into the stone in the ring.
Even if copying was prohibited, he could silently make copies of those manuscripts.
When he officially entered the musician level, that Oriental bastard and his useless teacher were kicked out of the academy!
A cruel look flashed in his eyes. Over the past few days, Apocalypse College has been enduring the humiliation brought by the Department of Music and History. That deviant old cripple stubbornly studied some interpretation method, ignored their good intentions many times, and was unwilling to return to the right path.
One day, he will come back with revenge!
He has made up his mind that on this school anniversary, that damn orientalist, the shame of the academy, will kneel at his feet obediently.
"Sooner or later it will cost you."
He clenched his fists and whispered softly.
Ahead is the entrance to the great library. Bart touched the money bag prepared for the administrator in advance and nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, the plan is perfect."
As long as he showed a warm smile and offered a generous remuneration at the right time, he believed that Mr. Administrator would definitely create some convenient conditions for himself.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his lips and he slowly opened the entrance door.
So, he opened the door.
Then I saw marbles all over the floor...
…
In the library, in the huge space under the warm lights, the layers of ancient bookshelves exude a mysterious atmosphere.
Those bookshelves stood like a forest, extending to the end of his sight, with no end in sight.
But in the office area at the entrance, the tables and chairs had been cleared aside and piled together haphazardly.
Instead, there were marbles all over the floor.
Among the marbles, there was a figure squatting on the ground with his back to him, holding the marbles in his hand, concentrating on the situation in front of him, and even Bart didn't notice when he came in.
Immediately afterwards, there was a soft sound, and the marbles all over the place suddenly rolled automatically without any wind. They collided with each other and made a crisp sound, which was extremely strange.
In the cold atmosphere, Bart suddenly felt a little nervous.
"Excuse me."
He mustered up the courage and asked in a trembling voice: "It's the library management..."
"Shh!"
The figure squatting on the ground raised a finger to signal him to stop talking, so Bart had to close his mouth in embarrassment and stand there uneasily.
After thinking for a long time, the man popped out the white marble in his hand.
The marble was released, but it drew an exaggerated arc on the ground!
For a moment, crackling sounds sounded one after another. Along the road, all the black marbles were bounced by it and rolled everywhere.
The tumbling black marbles intertwined into complex curves, collided with each other, and finally fell into the circles drawn with chalk around them, leaving no trace behind.
"Tsk!"
It sounded like someone made an unhappy sound.
"Oops, did you win again by accident?"
The administrator whistled proudly and twitched his fingers, "Don't cheat, pay for it~"
The sound of a child snorting faintly could be heard in the air.
Immediately afterwards, several bottle caps that had been hidden for some years fell out of thin air and fell at the administrator's feet, as if saying disdainfully: "Take it!"
"Hey, at least be polite, there's no gambling at all."
The administrator picked up the bottle caps without disdain: "We agreed that ten bottle caps will be exchanged for a saint's manuscript. Don't regret it."
Snapped!
An old and thin book appeared out of thin air, and came down like a fly swatter, hitting him right in the face - "Take it!"
"...Forget it, I won't argue with you anymore."
He took the book off his face, shook his head and sighed, then turned over two pages of the book, nodded, rolled it up casually, and stuffed it into his pocket!
Lining your own pockets!
This guy's movements are so smooth and natural, and he doesn't feel guilty at all about embezzling public property!
Bart's eyes were red and he pretended not to see it. He gave this corrupt bastard a hard mark in his heart! After I go out, just wait for the school committee's inquiry meeting!
But for some reason, when he looked at that figure, he always felt extremely familiar.
Something seems not quite right...
"It seemed like someone was calling me just now?"
The administrator yawned, turned back lazily, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Oh, what a coincidence, we are still acquaintances!"
As he said that, the white-haired boy showed his trademark cheerful smile, "Classmate Bart, what do you do for a living?"
"you you you… "
Bart looked at the boy in front of him blankly, feeling like he was having that terrible nightmare again, and couldn't help but scream out that name:
"Ye Qingxuan?! Why is it you again!"
"Eh? Don't you know yet?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled sheepishly, "From today on, I will be the administrator of the big library. How is it? Are you happy or surprised?"
It was like a hammer was swung towards him and hit him in the face.
Bart's vision went dark and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
"impossible!"
Already incoherent: "Just, just you... you... you are dreaming!"
"You wrongly blamed me. Mr. Dominic insists on letting me do it, and there's nothing I can do about it."
Ye Qingxuan sighed, with a sad and melancholy expression: "Maybe it's because I'm so good-looking? It's really annoying to be handsome."
Bart's face turned red and he looked like he was almost suffocating.
For some reason, he suddenly felt a deep stomachache.
How did you say that
—What a fucking hell!