In the next few days, there were no visitors from the Department of Music and History.
Because of the place to live and the need to prepare for the review ten days later, the principal specially approved a house near the big library as their temporary residence.
They rejected all guests who wanted to meet, closed the door tightly, and used the power of the Requiem Barrier to separate everything inside and outside. Not to mention the images, not even the sound could be heard.
Only the white-haired boy goes between the big library and his residence every day.
In the school, the situation started to heat up rapidly after the news that the Musicians Association was conducting an academic review. Everyone began to pay attention to the whole story of this matter.
For a time, there was a lot of commotion, endless arguments about the cause and effect, and repeated quarrels and private fights, which made the enforcement of school rules extremely difficult.
On the other hand, the temperature is rising not just on campus.
It can be said that the entire ancient academic world was shocked by the announcement issued by the association.
Most scholars had never heard of the successful interpretation of the Voynich Manuscript, and were immediately surprised when they saw this announcement. Then I discovered that such a major breakthrough had this kind of relationship hidden behind it.
Many scholars who are obsessed with interpretation have already begun to go to Angru. These people come from all directions, and the farthest is a monk who traveled across the sea from Tianzhu.
Although there are still several days to go, many people have already arrived, staying in hotels near the Musicians Association, chatting in their spare time every day, and actually exchanging a lot of academic information.
If everyone hadn't come here just for the committee, it would have been a grand event for the academic community.
The manuscript interpreted by Abraham was obtained by well-informed people within the association, and began to spread quietly in the dark.
For a time, the two sides were arguing about whether it was an evil heretic or someone who had found another way. It was clear that the review had not yet begun, but there were faint signs of a debate.
On the ninth day, the three masters Barthemi, Sergel and Heisenberg arrived together. After a brief meeting with the local scholar Ms. Laura Kraft, they refused other welcome ceremonies and entered the association arrangement. rested in the guest room.
On the tenth day, the Music History Department, which had been closed for a long time, finally opened its doors.
And because of a summons, the principal came to the palace to meet His Majesty.
After watching the fun for so long, it was his turn to be unlucky.
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In the silent hall, Maxwell stood silently under the steps, his head bowed respectfully. Through the curtain, a graceful female voice came from the throne, calm and majestic.
"Is it my imagination? Maxwell. Why do strange things always happen in your academy?"
Maxwell couldn't help but smile bitterly, lowered his head and replied:
"Maybe... it's because I'm unlucky, right?"
The queen was not angry, but simply told her calmly: "After all, the academy belongs to the royal family. If anything goes wrong, it will always damage the majesty of the royal family. Now is the season of wind and rain, and you must leave some room for the royal family. Next, I will also You understand what he will say, right?"
"clear."
The bitterness on Maxwell's face became even stronger: "To be honest, I have tried my best not to cause trouble to the royal family. But after all, it involves ringing the Sage's Bell, so I have to be more cautious. His Majesty asked me to come this time because of the musicians. Wouldn’t it give the association’s committee a headache?”
Behind the curtain, the vague silhouette nodded: "The Musicians Association believes that this incident happened in Angelou after all, and hopes that the royal family will send representatives as members of the council."
Maxwell thought for a while:
"Will Your Majesty send me there?"
"You are dedicated to the affairs of the state and do your best. Naturally, such a small matter will not trouble you." There was a hint of anger in the queen's voice, which was obviously not to praise him for working hard for Angelo and taking care of everything.
Maxwell was stunned: "Then..."
"Let the eldest prince go."
The Queen's words stunned Maxwell.
"The eldest prince?"
Your Majesty, are you kidding me? !
Although it is a royal scandal, everyone who is an Anglo knows now: The eldest prince, the current Crown Prince of Anglo and the first heir to the throne is mentally retarded. His brain has not developed since the age of four, and he still thinks he is a sheep. …
He went instead of the royal family. What the hell would happen if he said something stupid during his speech? Would the royal family still need his face
Fortunately, the Queen's next words relieved him: "He has not been in good health recently. I will ask someone to stay with him."
"who?"
Maxwell asked, and then suddenly felt the sound of tide coming from the throne.
That's the tide.
It was the tiny sound made when countless flames flowed and burned everything into ashes. Those tiny sounds formed the ocean tide, and the sound of the ocean tide seemed to be roaring.
That is the terrifying power contained in the royal bloodline—the blood of the red dragon!
That terrifying power and inexplicable curse has been passed down from generation to generation in the royal bloodline. After hundreds of years, it has not declined, but has become more and more violent.
At that moment, Maxwell almost thought that the queen got up from the throne, but soon he realized: that was not the queen, because it was controllable.
The controllable power is not the blood of the red dragon. The blood of the red dragon is uncontrollable.
If the Queen really stood up, I'm afraid the entire palace would be burned to ashes in an instant. The person who can control this power now... Could it be that someone in the royal family has awakened his bloodline
"Is it Her Royal Highness Mary?"
He understood something instantly. Since Mary awakened her bloodline three years ago, she has awakened to this extent in just three years...
After Queen Elizabeth, will this generation of the royal family have another queen
Just behind the curtain, next to the throne, a girl in a white dress stood quietly, silent. But the almost inhuman look in his eyes made people feel like they were carrying a ray of light.
After her eighteenth birthday a few days ago, King Arthur's bloodline further awakened, causing her to further transform from her original coldness and indifference to an inhumane direction. She already had a faint shadow of the arrogance and alienation of Hermes.
Back then, King Arthur used the art of ascension to purify his bloodline, turning himself into a unique demigod in the world. Demigods are not gods, but they are not human either.
From the perspective of the inheritor of that bloodline, the human world might really be as boring as a desert, right
It seems that the Queen is really determined to train Mary to take over the throne after her. Next, I am afraid that I will continue to be given various missions, cultivate popularity, and increase my government experience... I am afraid that ten years from now, there will be another queen on the throne like today.
After thinking about it, Maxwell lowered his head and responded respectfully:
"I understand."
On the throne, the queen seemed to be nodding slightly: "This matter involves too much. During this period, I don't want you to play any disgraceful role in it. Do you understand?"
"Your will is obeyed, Your Majesty."
Maxwell knelt on the ground and lowered his eyes: "Everything will be as you wish."
Behind the curtain and the throne is a slender window.
On that window, the scorching sun at noon climbed to its peak, shining brightly. Thousands of rays of light fell, lengthening his shadow like a long sword.
Under the sky, distant bells rang, spreading in all directions.
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The noon bell rang, and the noisy city seemed to become quiet at a certain moment, comfortable and peaceful.
Under the afternoon sun, in the square of Midtown, a white-haired boy was lazily leaning on a deck chair.
Looks like basking in the sun.
After squatting in the small dark room for eight or nine days, the final work was finally completed. Both Xia Er and Bai Xi, as well as himself, were almost exhausted.
So, fortunately, let’s take a day off on the last day. It’s the last relaxing time to adjust and adjust. There’s still a tough battle to be fought tomorrow.
For a moment, Ye Qingxuan discovered that there seemed to be no other place he could go.
Where is the shaman? He didn't want to contact the shaman unless necessary.
Laura? Laura is now one of the judges, and it is not easy for me to have private contact with her.
Watch shop? No, the way the boss looks at him is getting more and more wrong lately, like a cat playing with a mouse. I don’t know what he is up to.
Big library? During the eight or nine days of almost sleepless interpretation work, he was almost driven crazy, so he just let himself go for the time being.
So, on the last day... Ye Qingxuan found that he had nowhere to go.
So, I could only wander around the streets, buy some vegetables and meat to store, and cook something good at night to reward my stomach.
By the way, he also bought a lot of snacks for Bai Xi, and also brought wine and the new Holy City Mechanical Technology special issue to Charles.
After doing this, Ye Qingxuan realized that he had nothing to do.
The usually rare moment of leisure suddenly came to him in such abundance that he couldn't accept it.
I had no choice but to bask in the sun.
It's good to bask in the sun and supplement vitamins... Although Ye Qingxuan didn't know what the "vitamins" that Charles was talking about in his sleep were, it was just a good thing anyway.
Under the soft sunshine at noon, he closed his eyes comfortably and fell into a drowsy state.
He didn't know how long it took, but he felt that the sunlight was getting weaker and a shadow enveloped him.
“…”
Someone seemed to say something, but it was not in common language, but seemed to come from some other country. Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes in shock and saw a figure against the light, with a strange outline and a crown.
"This little brother, could I ask for directions?"
The man repeated it, and only then did Ye Qingxuan hear clearly that what he said was Dongfang's remaining words.
The young man stood up from the bench and turned to look at him.
The middle-aged black-haired man stood beside him, wearing a blue oriental robe, with his hands bowed, looking very elegant. Is he really an Oriental
Ye Qingxuan asked, "Are you from the east?"
"Exactly."
The man nodded and said with emotion: "My surname is Hu, and I am just a traveler. I am in a foreign country, and I don't speak the common language well. I was caught off guard, but I didn't expect to meet a fellow countryman. It's really great."
As he spoke, he handed over a crumpled note:
"Brother, can you tell me how to get here?"
His speech and articulation were extremely strange, like some kind of Eastern dialect, and he spoke very quickly. Ye Qingxuan had not heard Eastern languages for many years, so it was a bit difficult to hear him.
He took the note and was startled when he saw the address. Soon, he reacted and pointed the way:
"It's very simple here. Just turn right and walk to the end, then go to the busiest place. If you can't tell the name in the middle on the right hand side of the place you're looking for, it should be the most deserted one."
When the man named Hu heard what he said, he was relieved, grabbed his hand and thanked him.
"You're welcome."
Ye Qingxuan smiled, looked at the sky, and felt that it was getting late, so he picked up his things, said goodbye and left.
On the spot, the middle-aged scholar stared at him in confusion, and after a long time he whispered softly: "Blood of Dragon Vein? What are you doing wandering around in this Xiyi territory? Forget it, just think of it as luck. Anyway, the nine surnames of Dragon Vein are here It’s not surprising what these guys do.”
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Soon, he followed the young man's guidance and finally found the place.
In the end, he stood in front of the silent watch shop, staring at the deserted appearance of the shop, and then looked at the crowded stores around him, his expression became very exciting.
"It's really the most deserted family... Does this boss know how to do business? He didn't even say anything."
He sighed in a low voice, took a step forward, raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, but his movement suddenly stopped.
On the raised palm, the hairs on the back of the hand seemed to have been electrified, and they stood up one by one. Sweat seeped out from the fingertips, and the palms were wet, but they dried instantly, as if they were being baked on a fire.
After a long time, he put down his palm and sighed. I want to leave, but I am unwilling to do so.
For a whole hour he stood in front of the shop.
Three times he raised his hand and three times he lowered his hand.
Everything returns to silence, and silence is buried in the noise.
"The boss is away."
After a long time, a very unfriendly voice came from behind him. The burly man looked at him askance: "What are you doing standing here blindly? Are you blocking the road?"
The scholar was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly at himself.
"Then, come back another day."
He bowed his hands and turned to leave.
"There's something wrong."
Seton held a bucket of beer in his hand, looked sideways at him as he left casually, and looked away. But when he entered, he felt something was wrong under his feet.
I lowered my head and realized that the mat under my feet had been shattered into cotton wool and plush at some point. The scattered cotton wool and plush were forcibly stepped into the cement floor, as if they were growing there, and looked extremely strange. .
Seton knelt down and grabbed a handful.
So, the cotton wool pulled two broken cement blocks and was caught.
"When did you, bastard, provoke Orientals again?"
Seton opened the door and kicked behind the counter. Hermes was lying on a pile of wine bottles, drunk and drowsy.
But his expression suddenly froze.
"What's wrong?"
Hermes rolled his eyes and looked at him: "You look like you've seen a ghost, Seton. Boss, I'm still alive after all. Can you be more festive?"
Seton's expression was still haunted. After hesitating for a long time, he asked in a low voice:
"You... have grown taller?"
He and Hermes have known each other for more than ten years since Hermes introduced him to his first black job after he was discharged from the army. For more than ten years, Hermes has always been like this. Teenager appearance.
And he believed that before meeting Hermes, this guy must have maintained the appearance of a feminine young man for who knows how long. And he will continue to live like a monster.
However, now he suddenly discovered: This guy seems to have grown taller recently.
It's like the stagnant time has finally begun to flow. The long-lasting boyhood has finally ended, and so the youth has arrived.
After looking at it, Seton discovered that his height had increased by about three centimeters, his frame had also become slightly larger, and the clothes that were originally the size were now slightly inappropriate.
"I've really grown taller."
Seton asked in shock: "What's wrong with you?"
"I'd love to."
Hermes glared at him. Unexpectedly, there was no venom in his words. He just smiled strangely, drank wine, and talked to himself. His tone was also devoid of laughter:
"After a long time, my childhood is finally over. It's so gratifying, so gratifying..."