In the dark room, there was silence, and silver light gathered out of thin air.
Soon, the flashing silver light gathered into an old face, which was covered with wrinkles, as if it had not seen the sun for many years and lacked blood.
But his eyes were like a vast ocean, majestic and awe-inspiring.
"Dr. Norton, this is Bayer, the head of Avalon."
"Emergency line?"
Norton discerned the signal and frowned: "Is this a sign of Leviathan's resurgence?"
"No, it's something else."
Bayer sighed and said hesitantly: "A few days ago I submitted something about the interpretation of the Voynich manuscript. Do you remember it?"
"Nonsense! What you submitted has already made the Apocalypse Musicians of Trinity College quarrel crazy. If you hadn't had Hermes' guarantee, they would still be quarreling now. What's wrong? Is that false?"
Seeing how serious Norton was, Bayer's expression suddenly became a little sad, "It's not fake enough, but now... well, Ingmar's research results may have been copied."
A long silence.
After a long time, Norton took a breath of cold air and rubbed his eyebrows: "If this is the case, it will be a big problem. Damn it, we have already declared to ring the bell of the sage. Who is the person who reported plagiarism?"
"Abraham Wilson, Teacher at the Royal Academy of Music."
"Abraham?"
Norton thought for a while, shook his head, and said with some doubts: "I have never heard of such a revelation musician who is good at interpreting ancient documents. Is there something wrong?"
"Well, actually... he is a musician from a forbidden school, and his identity is very sensitive anyway."
"Is it credible?"
"That's the problem."
Bayer sighed, "I just asked Nibelung to check the identity of the student who came to report. Guess what?"
Norton frowned, "If you have something to say, tell me now! What's the point?"
"Ahem, okay."
Bayer shrugged, "He has no household registration and no place of birth. Angelou does not have this person. Although he has white hair, Angelou's entry records in the past two years do not have the blood of the Eastern Dragon Vein. Do you think it is strange?" A young man who seemed to have jumped out of a stone. It was not until finally, I borrowed the information database of the sect that I found his identity... "
Norton was stunned: "Is he a member of the cult?"
"Actually, it doesn't count, because he is not a clergyman, but this kid's background is so scary that even I didn't expect it."
"How old is he? Could he be the illegitimate son of some red archbishop?"
"In terms of status, it's not much different."
Bayer scratched his head: "His godfather is Ben Randall, the commander of the second legion of the Knights Templar. The sword bearer who was personally decreed by the Pope and the person in charge of the 'Gate of Heaven'. If you still If you think this kid can't be trusted, I have nothing to say—as long as you're not afraid of the Fourth Legion coming to tear down your door tonight with power swords."
“…”
Silence, a long silence.
Norton also lit his pipe, took two strong puffs, and let out a long breath: "Okay, now whether the plagiarism is true or false, I can only be glad that we haven't sounded the bell of the sage yet."
"So, this matter is considered passed?"
"Passed."
Norton sighed, with sadness on his brows.
He has lived long enough and has seen enough, which is why he is so pessimistic.
How many disputes will there be over such a bell of the sage that has not been rung for nearly a century
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In the afternoon, the atmosphere in the large conference room was solid.
All the teachers present were silent. In the stiff atmosphere, they looked at Abraham sitting in the corner.
Abraham sat in his position as always, looking down at Iron Hand, silent and without any sense of existence, as if he was an insignificant background.
But today, the eyes that looked at him were full of complexity and pity.
As early as in the morning, word had spread that Ye Qingxuan and the others were going to the Musicians Association. The school committee was furious, not only because the matter directly exceeded their jurisdiction, but also further questioned their ability to handle it.
Once it spreads, no matter what the result is, it will definitely be an out-and-out scandal for the college.
Before the meeting, all of Abraham's teaching positions had been suspended, and the proposal to dissolve the Department of Le History had been considered.
Everyone understood: this time, the school committee was serious about it.
In the blink of an eye, the Music History Department, which was on the verge of revival yesterday, is now on the verge of collapse.
"You must have heard what I'm going to say today."
At the front, Ingmar said coldly: "For so many days, I have taken the overall situation into consideration, compromised and made concessions step by step. I was even willing to give up my position as the second creator in order to calm this farce, but I was replaced by someone. These people treat it as a weakness to be bullied! I never thought that in order to achieve his ulterior motives, he would not even hesitate to make things that were nothing to come out go to such an uncontrollable level!"
His voice was like nails, smashing into the stone one after another, causing a cold echo:
"Now, this is no longer a vicious slander against me, but an unprecedented scandal at the Royal Academy of Music! In the past five hundred years, the academy has followed the guidance of honor and dignity, and there has never been such a bad incident! Abraham! , where do you want to put the entire academy for your own selfish desires?!"
There was silence in the conference room.
Abraham sat upright, still silent. Even though he was looking forward, there was no focus, as if he had fallen into another world.
This appearance is just as usual, out of tune with everyone, as if he is participating in something that has nothing to do with him. He doesn't understand and doesn't want to participate. He just stands outside the crowd and watches from a distance.
You say your thing and I will do mine.
He seems slow, but his attitude is so arrogant that people can't help but feel disgusted - why is this kind of person here
"It seems that you are determined to insist on the appeal of the Musicians Association..." Ingmar squeezed out a cold voice from between his teeth, "I advise you to give up this daydream. Do you really think that the Musicians Association Will you pay attention to your unreasonable behavior? I'm afraid your two students who went to make trouble have been kicked out now!"
He paused for a moment, and a chill flashed in his eyes:
"Abraham, it's still too late for you to turn back now, but the premise is: before things get out of hand! Otherwise, the school committee will not ignore your behavior that corrupts the school spirit... Don't forget your identity, Abraham! - The college can If you are released from the Green Tower, I will naturally send you back again!"
Green Tower…
Just like an instant, a cold wind blew up in the conference room. Everyone felt the temperature drop sharply and couldn't help but tighten their bodies.
This time, the school committee is going to kill them all.
If something goes wrong again, as a serious criminal who was released on bail by the principal, Abraham will be thrown back into the military prison and never see the light of day again.
On the desert island on the side of Avalon, in the Green Tower, a tall tower built four hundred years ago, countless musicians and felons spent their last days there and died on the gallows. On the ground, or in the dark underground palace cage.
For hundreds of years, there has been no wailing, only a sound like the crying ocean tide.
That might be his destiny.
At that moment, Abraham raised his eyes, as if he had woken up from a fugue and finally reacted. As if sensing his fear, Ingmar sneered.
"It's still too late to regret it now. Abraham, although your students are the same as you. But there is no need to implicate them in the same way as you, right? The college has been too indulgent to you all along, otherwise it would not have caused This is the situation today! Especially that Easterner, not only is he morally corrupt and behaves viciously, but he also went to the Musicians Association to speak nonsense... "
"Yi Zi is a good boy."
Abraham interrupted him. His voice was not angry or flustered, but indifferent, as if he was stating something matter-of-factly.
This was his first response, but Ingmar couldn't react.
Under the doubtful gazes of those people, Abraham carefully considered his words and repeated slowly and seriously: "Ye Zi is a good boy, he never tells lies."
For a moment, Ingmar's expression froze and became extremely gloomy:
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, he said you copied it, so you probably did."
Abraham looked at him and spoke slowly and seriously: "In the end, they are just some manuscripts. If they are taken away, it is not worth caring about. But please don't insult my students. Because they all work hard."
In the silent conference room, Abraham stood up slowly while holding on to the table, looked around at the stunned and confused eyes, and for the first time spoke his voice in front of everyone:
"As everyone said, a low-level instant musician like me has achieved nothing in his life. Now that he is old, he will only live in vain. To be honest, the music history department is only able to stay in the music history department because of the efforts of those two children. Come down. So, as their teacher, I am very ashamed."
His voice was like the deep echo of an iron monument being smashed into a rock formation, with unshakable indifference and persistence:
"They have sacrificed a lot for the Department of Music and History, more than me. Therefore, no matter what decision they make, I will believe and support them, even if they are imprisoned in the Green Tower again. Otherwise, I will not even The teacher’s qualifications are gone.”
After that, he nodded slightly to show politeness, then turned and left. However, when he walked to the door, he suddenly slapped his head, walked back with some embarrassment, and took out a notification letter from his pocket. Pushed in front of Ingmar:
"By the way, I came to the meeting because I actually wanted to give this to you."
Ingmar was stunned and looked down at the table: when he saw the lacquer seal of the Musicians Association and the letterhead on the notification letter, his expression changed drastically, as if he had seen a ghost, and turned pale.
It was a notice from the Musicians Association, informing him of the summons to participate in the academic review ten days later.
"you you… "
Ingmar's arms trembled and he pointed at Abraham incoherently: "How could the Musicians Association pass... Obviously..."
Abraham ignored him, just looked at everyone present and said softly:
"To be honest, I'm a dull person who doesn't understand the atmosphere and doesn't follow the rules. The only thing I'm good at is the straight-forward way of speaking in the army. I've never understood the point of everyone sitting here talking about meaningless things every day. However, Perhaps it would be a good thing to have the Musicians' Guild be the judge now, at least it would be simpler and the results would be convincing."
"If after that, there are still some of us who have objections to the results of the review - let's have a life-or-death duel in accordance with the rules of the army."
When he said the word "life and death duel", he said it as if he were eating and drinking water, but his expression was extremely serious.
Eating and drinking is a life-threatening matter and deserves to be taken seriously.
The same goes for life and death duels, so it should be the same as eating and drinking.
At least according to Abraham.
Until now, those people are thinking about it... The old man standing in front of them was once a dragon knight, and his bones still carry the blood and death of the battlefield.
He doesn't belong here, and he doesn't understand what they are good at, so he is dull and silent, and adapts to their rules slowly.
Now he doesn't want to play with them anymore, he wants to get serious.
For the sake of his students, he doesn't even care about himself anymore, what else can you do to him
No matter what means you prepare, come and do it.
This time, he won't take a step back.