"Since the two sides are arguing, the current situation is so chaotic that it is difficult to distinguish. Then I have a proposal. Please listen carefully." Mr. Hu's words instantly made everyone hold their breath, but this bastard actually started to tell the truth! He picked up the tea cup, drank the water slowly, and after pretending to cough for a long time, he said seriously: "How about the Voynich Manuscript be signed by two people at the same time, published publicly, giving up any copyright and income, and opening up all rights of use . In this way, all the fame and fortune will be shared by the two of them, and there will be no disputes in the future. It’s good for everyone, how about it?”
After saying that, he blinked and looked at the scholars in the audience. The scholars also fell into a long silence, as if they were thrown into a vacuum for an instant, without breathing, and almost fainted!
They were grieving for the expectation they had just spent. For a moment, they really thought that Mr. Hu, the sage from the East, could offer any effective suggestions. But... are you fucking trying!
What the hell kind of proposal is this!
It's just destroying the Council's brand.
Seeing everyone's livid look, Mr. Hu on the stage suddenly laughed awkwardly: "Ah haha, I was joking just now. Sorry, I have been practicing this joke in private for a long time, and it seems to have no effect now. I'm really sorry. . However, it seems that one person was amused by me... "
He paused and glanced towards the audience, looking at the man whose smile had not yet dissipated: "Mr. Ingmar, a scholar has spent more than ten years to produce research results. How can I hear the same results as others?" How can you still be so happy when there is a tie?"
Ingmar was stunned, frozen in place, dumbfounded.
"I, I..." He murmured, looking at Mr. Hu blankly: "I'm not... I obviously said I wasn't..."
boom!
A teacup was smashed on the table in front of him, and the hot water splashed onto his face, but it was like frost, with a bone-chilling chill.
On the stage, Mr. Hu had already stood up. His smile faded and he no longer looked like a bystander. His eyes had turned into pure gold at some point, with a heart-stopping flame light.
Until now, no one remembered that in the Holy City, the cardinal called this scholar from the East "the sun", citing his fierce majesty.
Now, he looked down at the man in the audience with cold eyes and asked solemnly: "As promised? Are you talking about the things that your lobbyist who came uninvited in the middle of the night discussed with me? As long as I support you, Qing A hundred taels of gold, a formal attire, a century-old phoenix tree... Hey, it's a good calculation, but it's a pity that a certain family has been a doctor of the Imperial College for thirty years, but they dare not accept this huge gift!"
The languages he speaks are all Eastern languages, but most of the people here are scholars who are proficient in several languages, and they can understand some of them.
Because of this, there was an outcry and consternation over the alleged behind-the-scenes dealings between Ingmar and Tsao - another huge scandal!
"A dog-like person like you, who is greedy for profit, has a perverse temperament, doesn't know right from wrong, is mean and ungrateful, steals other people's achievements for his own benefit, deceives good people to line his own pockets, talks nonsense to confuse people, and grandstands to please others for the sake of entertainment. ... How can He De be called a 'musician'? Even now, are you still evil?! If you were in the East, I would have handed a piece of paper to the censor's desk, revoked your title, and thrown you into a prison! "
The sound was not high-pitched, but it was like rolling thunder exploding in the ears. It made people dizzy, their brains went blank, and they were completely speechless. It was clearly the "thunder sound" highly praised by Eastern musicians.
Ingmar's whole body was shaken, a layer of blood appeared in his pupils, his will was confused, and the ether in his body had begun to lose control.
"The Voynich Manuscript submitted by Ingmar was plagiarized by himself, and it is now confirmed to be correct!"
Mr. Hu declared solemnly: "There are many connections behind this matter and it involves a wide range of things. We hope that the Holy City and the Anglo Kingdom will investigate this matter strictly to serve as a warning to others!"
boom!
The gavel in his hand knocked down, erupting with a soul-shaking thunder, and in a dead silence, the review came to an end.
Ingmar's plagiarism was confirmed, and all ownership of the interpretation of the Voynich manuscript belongs to Abraham. All costs during the appeal and review period will be borne by Ingmar... These are all trivial matters.
The bottom line is—Ingmar is finished.
Snap!
Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap…
The noise of the crowd could not suppress the tragic and small sounds. Soon, everyone reacted, understood what happened, and looked at Ingmar in the field.
A succession of tiny sounds came from Ingmar's body. Every time they sounded, it was like a hammer hitting his bones, causing his body to twitch.
With each sound, the color on Ingmar's face became paler, until in the end, only the intermittent sobs in his throat were left, and his eyes were lifeless.
"The heart sounds are broken... This is a complete heart sound breaking!"
As everyone watched in shock, Ingmar's body slumped on the chair and he struggled to get up.
He stumbled forward, blood oozing out from his mouth, nose and facial features like a fountain. In the end, he stood almost crawling again in front of everyone, his body slid to the ground, but his hands were holding on to the podium next to him, refusing to fall down.
"Abraham, Sergeir, Bartemi, Laura...and, and Yi...you, these liars...I won't let you go..."
He looked around at everyone, looked into their eyes, and roared. Those eyes were full of blood, and it was hard to tell whether they were more crazy or more desperate.
He pointed at everyone's faces and roared: "You are all liars!"
"-fraud!"
He screamed out the last word, and his bloodless face suddenly swelled, and almost boiling hot blood spurted out from his pores.
boom!
The ether around him was rioting, and the wooden platform beside him quickly decayed, cracked, and turned into ashes in the ether riot.
Ingmar fell into the ashes and closed his eyes.
Someone came over nervously, stretched out his hand and pressed his neck, and immediately shouted: "Not dead yet... Not dead yet! Take him to the church quickly..."
…
Amid the chaos, Abraham sat in his seat and looked around blankly, as if he still didn't understand the situation.
"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"
Charles stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him worriedly: "Teacher, what are you talking about?"
Abraham's body shook, as if he finally came to his senses. He looked at his students and asked with some uncertainty: "Did we win, Ciel?"
"Of course, teacher! We won!" Charles nodded seriously: "You are the real master! Even the Holy City will ring the Sage's Bell for you!"
Abraham was stunned for a moment. After a long time, a smile appeared and he murmured softly: "That's great, Charles. I seem to have forgotten my backpack in the lounge. Can you and Ye Zi go look for it for me?"
Charles was stunned for a moment, nodded slowly, and pulled Ye Qingxuan away.
Abraham watched his two disciples gradually go away and couldn't help but smile.
However, I don't know why, but my eyes can't help but turn red. He lowered his head, his shoulders trembling, and covered his face with that steel palm.
I knew clearly that this was a moment worth laughing, but I didn't know why I burst into tears, and I couldn't help but want to cry.
That's great.
It turns out that my life, apart from killing people, is not useless.
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…
After the review ended, all the masters who served as review members left one after another, ignoring the students and reporters gathered outside the court.
Before leaving, Laura gave her a flirtatious look, which made Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but shiver, and felt a chill in his heart.
After a flurry of formalities was completed, it was already afternoon.
The teacher is still cooperating with the association to register, Xiaer has gone somewhere, and Bai Xi is probably still playing outside. After wandering around for a while, Ye Qingxuan lost interest and planned to wait in the hall. Unexpectedly, a priest in black came over and handed him a brief invitation.
"Archbishop Mephistopheles?" Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
"Yes."
The priest nodded, "Your Excellency asked me to wait here, and asked you to go to the church to meet me after you are finished with the association's affairs. Is it convenient now?"
Ye Qingxuan thought for a while and nodded: "My teachers are still in the association. I will leave a note for them and will go there in a moment."
"Then, I will wait for you at the door of Westminster Abbey." The priest nodded and left.
Westminster Abbey is not far away.
Queen's Road is wide and broad. On the left side of the road is the Musicians' Association, and on the right side is the church. It's right across the street. If you want to go there, just cross the road and you won't waste much time.
However, Ye Qingxuan did not expect that he would be intercepted as soon as he left the association's door.
"Ye Qingxuan?"
Someone stopped him. The person who came was wearing low-key clothing that was not showy. His accent was low and elegant, and his accent was flowery and clear. This was an obvious Avalon accent and aristocratic atmosphere. Foreign bumpkins pride themselves on acquiring a standard Avalonian accent.
But obviously, this does not include Ye Qingxuan.
Such an abrupt and arrogant tone made Ye Qingxuan's originally excellent mood feel a little unhappy. He glanced at it and just nodded.
"it's me."
"That's right." The visitor looked at him twice, turned sideways, and guided the way: "There is a gentleman who wants to talk to you."
"who?"
Seeing the other party's grand arrogance, Ye Qingxuan frowned and followed his posture. Far behind him, under the oak trees on the roadside, there was a black carriage parked vaguely. On the carriage was a familiar family crest. , extremely familiar.
He looked away and his expression became cold:
"Sorry, I don't have time."
The visitor frowned and stopped the young man who was about to leave again, his voice a little impatient: "That gentleman's time is precious, so he took time out of his busy schedule to meet you. I hope you will not delay unnecessarily and waste this precious opportunity. "
He didn't say the word "ignorant", but it was obvious that in his opinion Ye Qingxuan was.
Throughout Angru, no matter how outstanding a talented musician or a rising star is, after seeing that family crest, they will be full of respect and politeness, or they will be flattered, or they will pretend to be calm.
But no one had ever dared to speak to him like that.
But after hearing his words, Ye Qingxuan laughed instead, looking at him with eyes full of mockery:
"I'm sorry, please tell that gentleman that I'm just a humble little man without a father or mother. I don't dare to climb up to the noble Lancelot family. Please ask him to go back."
"you… "
The man's expression changed, and he wanted to hold him down forcefully and pull him over. But Ye Qingxuan just looked at him coldly and said:
"You must be new here, right? I advise you not to do this, otherwise even if I come over, your job will definitely be lost. This is for your own good."
The man's movements were frozen in the air, and he was in a dilemma.
"Sure enough, what kind of people keep what kind of dogs."
Ye Qingxuan sneered, turned and left.
The man saw Ye Qingxuan walking away, his expression changed several times, and finally returned to the carriage and reported in a low voice. The man in the carriage nodded slightly, indicating that he could leave.
After a long time, the Iron Knight wearing "Galahad's Armor" arrived and stood next to the carriage. She took off her helmet, revealing the girl's beautiful face and long golden hair.
It was Christine.
"Father, have you seen him..." she asked softly.
Count Lancelot in the car was silent for a long time and lowered his head: "Christine, that child hates me."
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…
Westminster Abbey, in the silent chapel.
The dim sunlight in the afternoon shone in through the slender colored windows and fell on the young man's shoulders. The white hair was not very conspicuous against the background.
This was not a formal meeting, and Mephistopheles was dressed casually. He did not wear the majestic cassocks and crowns, but only wore simple robes.
"I heard what you said during the day." He seemed to be sizing up the young man in front of him, and nodded slightly: "It seems that Ben taught you well."
"It's all the priest's teachings. I'm just parroting them." The young man responded modestly.
"Is he okay?"
"He was fine when I left, looking a bit older but still going strong."
"When I get older, I often miss the beauty of being young, and I feel like I'm living in memories. But in the blink of an eye, Ben is still the same, but I am already old."
Mephistopheles sighed, "I'm so sorry. I should have changed my position at the beginning - he became a musician and I became a Templar."
Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment and said softly: "The priest often told me that God has his own arrangements. Please don't regret it, this is probably God's arrangement."
Mephistopheles was stunned for a moment and chuckled: "It's really rare. I often use God's will to comfort others, but I never thought that one day I would be comforted by him. The letter written by Ben said to me, you don't want to be Priest, what a pity, maybe you are more talented than I thought. Do you really not think about it anymore?"
"Thank you and the priest for your kindness."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "It's a pity that this is not my ambition."
Mephistopheles was silent for a moment, then nodded: "In that case, forget it, God has his own plans, right?"
These were Ye Qingxuan's words just now, but he did not expect that the priest would use them to comfort him.
"Come closer and let me see you."
Mephisto waved to the boy, Ye Qingxuan was stunned, took a step closer, and finally saw Mephisto's eyes.
The old man's pupils were hidden in the shadows of his brows, full of turbidity and hollowness, without any energy. Only now did he realize that Mephistopheles was blind.
A wrinkled palm passed in front of the young man's face. The palm seemed to be filled with static electricity. As it passed through the air, there was a subtle crackling sound, and invisible power flowed through the young man's cheek.
So Mephistopheles saw it.
He looked at it carefully, as if he were looking at an old friend. After a long time, he smiled happily.
"He's a good boy... That guy Ben has always had much better luck than me."
He stood up and patted the young man on the shoulder: "Go ahead, come here and chat with me when you have time. If you don't want to hear about doctrine, I won't talk too much about things like chants and music theory. , maybe you will be interested.”
"Thank you very much."
The young man nodded, said goodbye and left.
The old bishop stood in the dark church, watching the young man leave quietly with dull eyes. It was as if he could see the setting sun casting a layer of pale golden light on the young man's shoulders.
"You should move forward and go to the unknown place."
Mephistopheles stroked the scripture beside him and recited softly: "Go to the end of all sources, to the end of dreams, to the farthest place in the world. - There, you can see me."