"If you don't know what to do... then just beat him."
"Um?!"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned. He always thought that his senior brother's off-line ability was extraordinary, but he never expected that his senior brother's off-line ability was inherited from his teacher!
Moreover, teacher, your attainments are so smooth and devoid of any sparkle, why did you suddenly come to such a damn conclusion...
"No, teacher!" He almost jumped up in fright, "If we fight here, I'm afraid we'll lose more than half of the review!"
"Uh... I'm afraid I don't understand something again. Isn't this a rule?"
Abraham was a little embarrassed, "In the army, since the trouble has reached the level of requiring military court arbitration, it is normal for you to be beaten back if you provoke someone in person, right?"
No, no, no, that’s not normal at all! And teacher, what army did you come from? Why are you so wild...
"Then at this time, it's up to me to take care of him!"
At this time, Charles jumped out to add to the chaos, showing a lonely and sighing expression of a master: "Don't worry, he can't talk trash to me no matter what!"
It turns out you still know!
Ye Qingxuan's heart raced through a thousand goats, bison, alpacas, and whatnot, but he was already about to collapse before he even started.
Just when Ciel was eager to try, Ingmar smiled strangely, and the distance between the two sides was only five steps.
Suddenly, the door burst open.
Outside the association, majestic bells rang.
The sound of the bell is shocking, like a sudden knock on the heart, clearing all the noise in the mind, leaving only the lingering sound echoing in the skull.
“Westminster Abbey…”
Someone murmured in a low voice, "It's nine forty in the morning, isn't it telling time? Why are you ringing the bell?"
The whole room was silent, no one responded.
In full view of everyone, a line of priests dressed in black walked in from the association's gate, holding hanging furnaces and holy symbols in their hands. They filed out of the door of Westminster Abbey across the long street, walking in silence, with only the scent of spices lingering in the wind.
The warm fragrance drives away all dampness, coldness and evil spirits in the wind, making people feel warm. But their expressions were solemn, with the indifference of gods. They did not come in, but just stood outside the lobby.
And among them, the old man wearing the Holy Crown of Inheritance stood out from the crowd and walked into the church lobby with his secretary.
He was wearing a black robe with a dark golden holy emblem on it, and a layer of silver thorns on the cuffs. It was a bit out of date and a bit rustic.
But this outdated "rusticism" has an incomparable solemnity and majesty at the moment.
Ingmar's fancy attire is completely worthless in front of it, like dust. This is a robe that has been passed down for hundreds of years. It represents the majesty of the religious order. The person who wears it is equivalent to the cardinals when he comes in front of others. In person.
"I'll go! I just gave you a symbolic invitation, but I didn't expect it to come..."
In the association, Bayer was already wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, hurriedly putting on his uniform and walking down the stairs to meet the old man in black.
"Lower your head."
In the silent crowd, Charles looked up curiously, but suddenly felt kicked by Ye Qingxuan.
It was only now that Charles, who had no idea why, realized that except for Bayer, who represented the Musicians Association, everyone around him had seriously bowed their heads in the direction of the old man with respectful expressions.
He also quickly pretended to lower his head and whispered softly:
"What's wrong? Who is that old man who is so majestic..."
"Senior brother, are you blind? You can tell just by looking at the clothes, right?" Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes, "Apart from the metropolitan, who else is qualified to wear this set of robes?"
who is it? Who else could it be
The moment he heard that sound, Ye Qingxuan knew who it was, otherwise his memorization of the religious order's rituals would be in vain!
In Angru, there is only one person who is qualified to wear dark gold robes, ring bells when traveling, and represent the sacred power of the religious order.
—That is Metropolitan Mephistopheles, the highest person in charge of the entire religious order in Anglia, who is in charge of Westminster Abbey!
After he got older, except for hosting the annual New Year's and year-end prayer meetings, he had been living in seclusion at other times. Although he didn't know why he appeared here, there was no doubt that wherever he went, he represented In view of the majesty of gods and religious orders, all mortals should bow their heads wherever they pass.
The Holy Commentary says: "You should pause your heads, do not look directly at God's grace, and show your piety and reverence."
"Oh, this scene is really amazing."
Ciel kept sighing in secret language and making a fuss. When he peeked at the old man in the distance, his eyes were full of gossip, and he mumbled in a nonchalant manner: "Can't you tell, he is actually Mephistopheles? I heard that he had a chance to join the Cardinals! It was said that he was sent here because of conflicts with the Knights Templar. Well, after all, it has been more than thirty years... "
"Brother, be careful what you say."
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but want to kill him: "Don't think that the secret language is foolproof. It is said that Archbishop Mephistopheles is also a very accomplished musician, one of the most famous masters of the Psalm Faction at present!"
"Eh? I can't tell. There's no ether fluctuation at all!"
Charles comforted softly: "Don't be so nervous, Ye Zi, he might be a purely theoretical musician."
“…”
Ye Qingxuan originally wanted to say something, but for the sake of safety, he wisely kept his mouth shut.
Because after whispering a few words with Bayer, Archbishop Mephistopheles nodded slightly and walked straight through the hall to the venue without saying anything else.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion.
Ye Qingxuan felt that the black robe seemed to pause for a moment when it passed by him, and a pair of turbid and old eyes swept over him.
The invisible eyes are like static electricity, causing the skin to tingle and the hair to crackle wherever it passes.
Soon, Archbishop Mephistopheles entered the venue.
It was not until a long time later that Ye Qingxuan slowly raised his head and let out a sigh of relief.
For some reason, he felt slightly worse.
"I hope it's not what I thought..."
The young man murmured quietly to himself.
…
…
Ten minutes later, in the separate reception room upstairs, a hurried priest walked into it avoiding everyone's eyes and ears.
In the reception room, Ingmar, who was restless, came forward to greet him, showed a warm and pious expression, and held his hand:
"Thank you for coming, Father Kyle!"
Kyle smiled slightly, "As members of the House of Representatives, we should help each other."
In front of him was Kyle, one of the principals in Westminster Abbey, the auxiliary bishop and the personal secretary of Metropolitan Mephistopheles.
Obviously, the matter of secretly meeting before the review is very sensitive, and it will definitely cause trouble if someone with intentions sees it.
In other words, the purpose of this meeting is definitely not simple.
Ingmar has not yet reacted to the impact of Metropolitan Mephistopheles' arrival. He did not expect that the energy of the House of Representatives would be so great that even Metropolitan Mephistopheles could influence it!
The implications of this made him shudder.
He lowered his head in awe: "It's just a trivial matter, but it can actually cause Lord Mephistopheles to arrive. I am truly horrified."
Kyle smiled secretly, "This matter is beyond my expectation. Lord Mephisto is a man who sticks to justice. I just mentioned your matter to him a little bit. Lord Metropolitan came here in person, and I also I didn't expect it. Although your Excellency is nominally a member of the review, in fact, as the representative of the religious group, he will not express his position easily. Therefore, the specific speech and judgment will be left to me, so you don't have to feel pressure."
Hearing him say this, Ingmar breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you ready for the details of the review?"
Kyle asked with a smile, "You should have received the questions prepared by the review members in advance."
"I'm ready."
Ingmar nodded, a trace of joy flashed in his eyes: "Absolutely foolproof."
Although the review session is very simple, after both parties submit information and make statements, there is the "inquiry" and "questioning" session.
But the more vague the link, the bigger the article that can be done.
Kyle whispered, "After all the review members arrive, they will read everything you submitted in detail again, and then listen to your statements. The focus is on the questioning session. The main focus in the first half is your resume and personal achievements. You will before Abraham.”
It may seem like a simple sequence, but the effect will be completely different. Ingmar's resume and personal achievements are absolutely an impeccable elite model. No matter who questions it, this aspect is impeccable.
On the contrary, Ingmar's wonderful demonstration in front of him will reflect Abraham's paleness and insignificance. This is his biggest shortcoming: he has no resume and no personal achievements to speak of.
"And in the second half, there are questions about the interpretation results..."
Kyle smiled mysteriously: "-Abraham will be in front of you."
Ingmar was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.
Yes, when the review committee members begin to truly touch upon the deviant realm of the "interpretation method", they will definitely be angered by this biased theory that bypasses almost all orthodox theories and is almost obsessive.
At this time, Ingmar, who represents academic orthodoxy, appeared again... He could almost see the moment when Abraham was ruined!
Ingmar paced back and forth excitedly, and at the end he grabbed Kyle's hand with all his strength, looking excited:
"Thank you for your help, Father Kyle."
"Some things, the outcome is already determined before they begin."
Kyle smiled and patted his shoulder: "You will have my vote, Mr. Ingmar, at least. You know, among the members of the review, I am not the only one who received the letter from the House of Representatives... "