The next day, the palace.
At nine o'clock in the morning, amid the heavy roar, the gate of the palace slowly opened. A low-key yet elegant carriage drove out from behind the door.
In front of the main entrance of the palace, all the waiting guards knelt down to greet him.
Right in front of all the guards is the silent giant.
It was a metal knight made entirely of pitch-black steel and more than two meters tall. The edges were sharp and ferocious. His figure was not burly, but rather thin, and he looked unusually dexterous.
This is the sacred armor inherited by the Knights of the Round Table, but unlike other heavy armors, this armor is not equipped with huge weapons like spears and tower shields, only a long sword.
A cross-shaped long sword was worn on the knight's waist. The hilt was inlaid with gems and diamonds. It looked extremely gorgeous. It didn't look like a killing weapon used on the battlefield, but rather like a delicate work of art.
When the carriage drove beside him, it stopped.
The Iron Knight knelt down on one knee, the sound of the iron pieces rubbing against each other was like faint thunder, and he bowed his head respectfully.
"Galahad meets with your two highnesses."
There was a voice coming from under the armor, which seemed to be that of a young woman, but it was not tactful or charming, but rather indescribably awe-inspiring and serious.
In the carriage, after a long silence, Mary's greeting came:
"Long time no see, Christine."
"Long time no see, Your Highness."
The knight known as Christine responded stereotypically: "Just call me Galahad here. Christine is too weak a name for a knight."
"Ever since you put on that suit of armor, you have become..."
In the carriage, Mary's voice paused, and her tone became complicated and sad: "Forget it, who is not?"
"From my perspective, Your Highness is still Your Highness."
Christine responded solemnly: "Even if I inherit Galahad, I will still be His Highness's captain of the bodyguard."
After a long silence, Mary in the car seemed to laugh:
"It seems that I am the one who is overthinking. It's getting late. My captain of the bodyguard, please escort my brother and I to the Musicians Association."
"I accept your orders."
Galahad took a step back, mounted his horse, and spurred his horse forward.
The guards behind carried the ceremonial halberd, held the reins, followed the Iron Knight, surrounded the carriage in the center, and drove out toward the front.
Ever since Her Majesty the Queen came out, the royal family has fallen into a long silence. Now, the royal motorcade once again officially appeared in the city, and the meaning it represents may not be that simple.
Wherever the carriage passed, there was a solemn silence.
The civilians bowed their heads and waited for the carriage to leave before talking in low voices. A person with foresight saw the badge of the Second Princess on the car and had a vague understanding: It seems that His Majesty has decided to establish the crown prince...
Until finally, the carriage stopped at Queen's Road, in front of the Musicians Association.
Mary, who was wearing a dress, stepped out of the carriage with the help of the maid, and then reached back: "James, stop hiding, come here."
Soon, a thin figure shrouded in a white robe held her hand, followed her out of the car reluctantly, lifted up his mask, and whispered a few words into her ear.
"Be patient, it will be over soon."
Mary held his hand and said in a gentle voice: "I will accompany you back in a while, okay?"
The figure in white robe grabbed her hand and wanted to say something, but when he saw her eyes that had become the same as her mother's, he lowered his head tamely.
"Welcome your two highnesses."
Bayer came forward, took off his hat and saluted, respectfully but without losing any sense of proportion.
Mary nodded slightly, "Thank you to the Musicians Association for welcoming me. My brother is feeling cold and can't speak. Please forgive me."
Feeling the cold breath on his back, Bayer smiled bitterly, but still responded in a formulaic manner: "Where, the association has prepared a lounge, please come with me."
"The association is interested."
Mary led the eldest prince and followed behind Bayer, but after taking two steps, she did not hear the sonorous footsteps behind her.
Behind her, Iron Knight Galahad stood there and did not follow. He just stared at the crowd in the distance, seemingly in a daze.
"What's wrong? Christine."
Soon, the Iron Knight turned around, hesitated for a few seconds and then replied: "It's nothing, Your Highness. There is nothing wrong."
Amidst the footsteps of clanging iron armor, she followed up and guarded the royal family with her long sword. But before stepping through the door, she seemed to turn back unintentionally and glanced at the crowd.
There, the white-haired boy disappeared without a trace like a hallucination.
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In the hall of the Musicians Association, many scholars came to listen. Among musicians, those who are obsessed with theory are in the minority, and there are even fewer who are famous for their research.
At this moment, most of the people who rushed to Angelou were from various schools of the Apocalypse faction. More than seventy people were in the lobby, greeting each other, and most of them were familiar faces.
Most of them are gray-haired, the youngest are in their thirties, and few are young.
"Oh, if someone puts a bomb in the association now, it will be a disaster! I think the ancient academic world will go back at least four hundred years! I think I still have some small expectations!"
It was Ciel who said this. Even though he was so serious, he still couldn't help but want to say bad things.
Next to him, Ye Qingxuan had an expressionless face, and then kicked him without any trace.
Bai Xi hated serious situations, so he didn't join the association. She took Lao Fei for a walk outside and waited for them to finish. Ye Qingxuan, Charles and the teacher were sitting in the corner of the association, inconspicuously.
Because no one knew them, when those scholars were talking to each other in low voices and discussing their opinions, they never thought that the rightful master was sitting next to them.
Ye Qingxuan never thought that a dispute outside the court could be so exciting.
"Mr. Lennon, you are naive in your thinking. Academics are serious theories, but it may not be easy for an unknown person to achieve breakthroughs. Mr. Ingmar has inherited orthodox theories and is also a famous figure in the academic world. He can It’s natural to get such results. It’s not like just anyone can claim plagiarism and take the results as their own.”
"The orthodox theory has been around for hundreds of years, and there is nothing we can do about the Voynich manuscript. Many previous masters have no solution. Even Ms. Laura, the master of interpretation, said there is nothing she can do about it. Can Ingmar do it?"
"It's much more reliable than trusting the words of an instant musician!"
"I heard that he only received formal musician education for three months! I'm afraid he didn't even have time to finish learning the runes!"
"That's right, this kind of half-baked folk musician likes to make headlines the most, such as the alchemical powder that turns water into fuel, and the perpetual motion machine that was noisy in the dust a few days ago. Aren't these all jokes made by these 'folk musicians' themselves? "
A group of people in the crowd laughed softly. It was obvious that the abbreviation of "folk music" was incisive and appropriate, summarizing the true appearance of those half-experienced folk musicians.
Ye Qingxuan has very good ears. He can still hear the sounds clearly even though they are dozens of meters apart. He remained calm, but Ciel's expression was a little sad.
"It seems that the teacher's situation is not good." He sighed in a low voice.
Ye Qingxuan nodded: This is Abraham's biggest weakness. He has no reputation in the academic world, and he is not even a revelation musician. Originally, the academic world was a relatively closed place, with only a few people coming and going.
Compared to Ingmar, who knows everything and has an outstanding reputation, Abraham is even more difficult to trust.
Although the situation looked dire, Abraham was not in a hurry. He looked silent and calm, expressionless as always - this was also his usual characteristic. At least "slowness" could be considered an advantage in this situation.
"Actually, there's no need to be so anxious."
He looked at the clock and said, "The review meeting will start in an hour. It will be of no use if we come too early."
"Be prepared!"
Charles tapped the figure in the crowd with his chin: "Here, teacher, look at Ingmar...he's dressed like a little butterfly. Oh my, I feel pity for him!"
Here he also used an oriental idiom very proudly, which made Ye Qingxuan's expression suddenly complicated: "I feel pity for you" followed by "Not to mention the old slave", senior brother! Don’t use idioms randomly...
However, what Charles described here is indeed exquisite and appropriate.
Among the crowd, Ingmar was wearing a musician's dress, a pure white coat, with medals on his chest and gold rims on his cuffs.
Her long black hair mixed with gray hair was tied behind her head, her eyes were as deep and mysterious as the starry sky, and she had a polite smile on her face.
Simply the perfect example of a musician.
On Ye Qingxuan's side, Abraham was wearing a coat that he hadn't changed in decades, and Charles was dressed casually and it didn't look like he was here to participate in the review (because he didn't have any other clothes). Only Ye Qingxuan was dressed a little more formally, but... Officially nowhere to go.
"I feel defeated in terms of momentum." Charlotte was a little frustrated.
In the crowd, Ingmar skillfully chatted with scholars from all over the world, chatted and laughed happily, and sometimes said a few witty words, which attracted a knowing smile. Although he is about to be judged, he is still personable.
Seemingly unintentionally, he saw Abraham in the corner, an imperceptible sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he stepped forward.
"Hey! Ye Zi, he's coming up."
Xia Dun suddenly became excited. Ye Qingxuan took a look and nodded: "Yes."
"I'm a little nervous, what should I do?" Charles asked in a low voice: "What does he want to do here? He won't talk trash again, right? What should I do?"
"Anyway, no matter how much he talks trash, he can't beat you. You're scared of a ghost." Ye Qingxuan silently cursed in his heart, but next to him, Abraham thought for a while, suddenly patted his knee, and came to the conclusion:
"If you don't know what to do... then just beat him."