"Misunderstand?"
Ingmar sneered: "Isn't the intention in the melody just now the music theory of the Forbidden School?"
"How can it be?"
Abraham shook his head and said seriously: "I did not teach him any battlefield music from the army, nor did I teach him any forbidden sect music. This can be proved."
As he spoke, he raised his steel prosthetic limb and showed them the unbroken seal on it.
This was a permanent yoke imposed upon him by the army, and Abraham could never circumvent the covenant except by royal dispensation and pardon.
"From the beginning to the end, I only taught him the music theory of the Apocalypse faction and the method of interpreting ancient documents. Ye Zi is a good student who makes people worry-free. He mastered the 'interpretation method' very quickly. He is very talented in the revelation faction. I think he will be a good scholar in the future. So, you may have misunderstood something."
The almost straightforward explanation belongs to Abraham's explanation method, but the effect is good.
After all, everyone knows that this guy, who is almost dull in interpersonal relationships, is worst at lying.
Ingmar's expression suddenly became even more ugly.
The principal, who had been silent all this time, also stood up and gave Ingmar a try: "All of Abraham's lectures have been reported to me, and what he taught is in compliance with the college's regulations. You don't have to, Ingmar. Don’t involve personal grudges against Abraham here.”
The last sentence almost accused Ingmar face to face of not distinguishing between public and private affairs. Ingmar's expression changed, he forced a smile, and nodded through gritted teeth.
Finally, he gave Abraham a cold look and snorted vaguely in his throat.
Interpretation method
He already fully understood what Abraham had done! That damn old bastard... He wants to train his students to be the same heretics as himself!
A forbidden musician wearing the trappings of the Apocalypse faction
No, maybe more than that...
That guy might actually be right.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't teach his students any forbidden music theory or give him any music.
He has taught him the "interpretation method" that encompasses all his experiences and insights, laying a thorough foundation for him.
The rest, as long as he realizes it on his own...
With a little guidance, he can understand and master the next advancement on his own. He looks like a musician from the Enlightenment Faction, but underneath this disguise, he is an out-and-out Forbidden Faction!
And he is a musician killer who is not bound by any rules and agreements.
A silent musician outside the silent apparatus
That’s every musician’s nightmare!
Ingmar's eyes became colder and colder: "In order to get ahead, would a seemingly honest guy like this go to great lengths?"
He clenched his fists and cursed in his heart:
One day you will be hanged, Abraham!
One day…
But the question now is how to stop the Eastern monster's almost harvesting speed.
Fortunately, the new change in the illusion disrupted his second round of harvesting, otherwise there is no telling what the consequences would be.
Now, in the conference room, the expressions of the coaches from several major colleges have become extremely ugly:
In the hundreds of years since the Royal Academy of Music was founded, such a ridiculous thing has never happened...
No one thought that that oriental brat, the shame of the academy, turned out to be a monster in human skin.
In just a few minutes, he forcibly lowered the ratings of all graduating students this year by one notch!
In other words, in this year’s graduation assessment, no one is destined to get an A or above!
If he continues... maybe all the graduates will be wiped out in the first round of trials!
"This can't go on like this."
The bearded Yegor of the Academy of Change frowned and silently conveyed the secret message: "He must be stopped."
"Stop? How to stop?"
Ludwig, the coach of the Summoning Academy, couldn't help but laugh, "We have no way to interfere in the affairs of the Requiem Barrier now. Besides, he didn't cheat. Do we have to break the rules ourselves?"
Ingmar interjected with a sinister expression: "If we join forces to question the fairness of this trial, it may not be impossible to call an emergency stop."
"Don't be stupid. It's not enough for the three of us. Without the participation of the coaches of the Royal School, the school committee has no way to exercise its 'veto power'."
As a self-contained faction independent of the three major academies, the Royal School undoubtedly occupies a dominant position in the Royal Academy of Music.
Although Thomas, the leader of this generation, is a noble, he has never been too lazy to participate in these matters. If the principal hadn't gone too far last time by forcefully expelling a chief executive, he wouldn't even have joined the school committee.
Moreover, after teaching Gai Wen, a close disciple, in recent years, he has decided not to interfere with the affairs of the academy and concentrate on thinking about his destiny chapter, preparing to attack the scepter level.
If successful, then he will be the fourth saint since the birth of the academy, which will be a great good thing for the Royal School and Angelo.
If they bothered him because of this kind of thing, I'm afraid the three of them would have to face many criticisms, and they would only get a bad result.
Hearing what they said, Ingmar couldn't help but snorted, and just asked: "Do you have a better way? Are you going to let that shame of the academy continue to mess around?"
Another round of arguments broke out in the Whisper channel, until finally, Ludwig interrupted them.
"stop fighting!"
Ludwig glared at them and sent a message: "That oriental brat has stopped."
"Stopped?"
Ingmar was stunned and looked at the bird's eye view in disbelief.
That's right, Ye Qingxuan has really stopped. The points that were soaring like a blowout are stuck at 9,700 and are no longer moving.
As if he was tired of this kind of trial without any challenge, in the illusion that had transformed into a border town, there were no longer any terrible meteor showers falling from the sky.
The bad omen disappeared.
All the graduates couldn't help but rushed to tell each other, with tears streaming down their faces: Although the ten minutes that had just been short, but terrifying as hell were finally over!
"Really, stop..."
Ingmar stared at the wandering black spot on the map, frowned, feeling vaguely uneasy:
"Is there something strange brewing again? What does he want to do?"
"I don't know." Yegor shook his head, looking confused: "It looks like... you are looking for something?"
"What is he looking for?"
"who knows."
Ludwig sighed, "But it's finally over, isn't it?"
That's right, this hellish trial is finally coming to an end.
…
…
Under the setting sun, the streets in the simple town were quiet.
Just like countless small towns that Ye Qingxuan has seen, its land is muddy and chickens and ducks are running everywhere. However, some chickens and ducks seem to be afraid of him, so they turned a road and ran away far away. .
The town is crude, with broken high walls and traces of fire still remaining on them.
Under the setting sun, smoke rises from every low-rise house, and the air is filled with the aroma of burning firewood and rice.
The evening sun shines warmly on people, seeming to dispel all the unhappiness and gloominess, making people's footsteps light.
Ye Qingxuan was walking in the town, constantly stopping the students he saw along the way and asking them questions. Some shook their heads, some were confused, and some thought for a while, then turned back and pointed in a vague direction. .
So Ye Qingxuan walked to the square in the center of the town.
On the square, a group of children were running and playing, holding simple toys or grabbing candies. There was mud all over his face and body, and he looked like he was going crazy.
In the center of the group of children, a clown with oil paint on his face was dancing, laughing happily, playing with the balalaika in his hand, and singing country tunes.
"It rained heavily this morning, and the flowers fell all over the floor. What does it matter? We are happy together... "
"We walked hand in hand, laughed and sang together and traveled. No matter it was sunny or rainy, we were happy together~"
Ye Qingxuan remembered that song as Charles's favorite children's song. It seemed like he had heard him sing it when he was drunk. When he sang it, it would make people feel very peaceful and warm.
It's like all the sadness has disappeared and flown away.
"So you are here..."
Ye Qingxuan's footsteps stopped in the distance, looking at the silver-haired girl with her back to him, he couldn't help but sigh softly:
During this long trial, he found almost everyone in the academy, but he could only find Bai Xi.
The mimicry of those graduates could not be hidden from Ye Qingxuan, but he could only do nothing about this little girl.
He didn't expect that she would be his biggest difficulty in this hide-and-seek situation.
Now, she was sitting on the grass, resting her chin on her palms, in a daze of boredom.
Sometimes I would raise my head and look at the children playing around, like children who were having trouble, just looking at them from a distance, but with expectant eyes.
Sometimes, Ye Qingxuan really felt that even if he found a hundred girls who were exactly the same as Bai Xi, he could easily find her.
Because she will always be the unsociable child.
Her eyes have always been like that: stubborn and stubborn. She likes to stare directly into people's eyes, as if she wants to see clearly every lie you tell. Being rude always makes people dislike her.
If you approach, she stays away.
If you make her scared...she may never talk to you again.
Ye Qingxuan sighed softly, walked over quietly, and stood next to her. Bai Xi saw him and looked away again.
Ye Qingxuan raised his hand, and her shoulders shook a little and tightened a little.
He was stunned, the sense of accomplishment and pride in his heart disappeared, and he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.
He scratched his hair and whispered:
"I've been looking for you for a long time."
"Um."
This was Bai Xi's low response after a long time.
Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand in front of her.
"Let's go back together."
Bai Xi raised his head, looked at the palm, hesitated, and after a long time nodded gently, "Yes."
She grabbed Ye Qingxuan's palm and let him pull her up from the ground, patting the dirt and dust off her body.
Finally, the broken hair tie was tied back to the scattered hair, which looked a little childish and ridiculous.
But she looks more like a little girl.
She let Ye Qingxuan hold his hand and embarked on the way home.
"Don't get angry and run away again." Ye Qingxuan suddenly said softly, "If I can't find you, I will be very angry."
"I see."
Bai Xi lowered his head and kicked him gently: "What a shame..."