Early morning hours.
There was the sound of waves coming from a distance.
The early morning sunlight slanted down from the end of the sea, illuminating the towering spire of the church. On the top of the tower, the statue of the saint holds a trombone in his hand and plays silently to the sky.
But the angry roar that started late at night still continued outside the church door.
"Damn little oriental bastard! I'm going to kill you!!!!"
"Open the door! Ye Qingxuan! If you have the ability to curse people, you have the ability to open the door!"
"You are dead Ye Qingxuan! Do you know! No one in the entire Root Town can protect you!"
The three Thomas brothers angrily smashed the church door, grabbed hammers and shovels in their hands, and cursed loudly. The beam of light that fell from the sky last night was like a slap in the face, hitting the Thomas family in front of everyone in the town!
The most disgusting thing is that this little bastard later started to curse people in different ways and changed his words. He took turns using the various languages he learned in church on the walls of Thomas' house, giving a vivid language lesson to the gangsters in the town.
Now the Thomas family no longer dare to go out. No matter where they go, someone whispers behind them, "See, that's Thomas, the son of a bitch"...
That damn Ye Qingxuan, that damn oriental bastard!
But no matter how much they scolded them, there was still no response from the church. It wasn't until a long time later that they finally got tired of scolding, dropped their harsh words, and left angrily.
Silence returned to the outside of the church, but in the chapel, the tall and thin priest still looked cold.
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The priest seemed a little older, but he was still burly, but his beard was white. His face was as cold and serious as ever, and when he looked down at others, his eyes were serious and harsh, and his voice was hoarse... which put great pressure on people.
In front of him, stood two trembling teenagers and a big yellow dog that looked like it was giggling.
"Vito, please go to the back first."
Father Ben waved his hand, "I have something to say to Ye."
So, as if he had received an amnesty, the blond boy quickly picked up the dog and ran away. As a result, only Ye Qingxuan, who looked embarrassed, was left.
"Ye, are you causing trouble again?"
asked the priest coolly.
"Ahaha, how could it be? It was just a misunderstanding by the Thomas family."
Ye Qingxuan looked away and drew the Holy Emblem on his chest: "Under the teachings of the Order, I will not do any unjust things."
Last night, his expression was always calm and his eyes were determined. So take your time. But in front of the priest, he couldn't keep calm.
Only then did he look like a teenager.
Everyone has always thought that he is a quiet and excellent child who is reassuring. They are not as restless and mischievous as their peers in small towns. Just give him a book and he can read it quietly all afternoon.
Ever since he wandered here five years ago and was adopted by the church, he has been an example of "other people's children". Perfect grades, well-educated, gentle, kind and hard-working. And because he knew how to read, write and organize, he became the administrator of the church library at a young age, responsible for copying scriptures. He also studied mechanical engineering by himself and was responsible for the monthly maintenance of the lighthouse.
That's why... it's even more troublesome.
Because since he came to this town, 60% of the juvenile fights were related to this seemingly harmless young man.
Even though he was innocent every time, he was the victim every time.
"I heard that a ray of light fell from the sky last night, carrying vulgar words, and illuminated Thomas's house for the whole night." The priest said in a cold tone: "Ye, your mechanical structure is good, I am very pleased."
"Hey, hey, it's Father, you teach me well..."
Ye Qingxuan didn't finish speaking, and couldn't continue under the priest's cold eyes.
"I didn't teach you anything. You taught yourself these things. You are a smart child, so I have always been pleased. But you got one thing wrong."
The priest said in a low voice: "Mechanical technology was born to help other people live a better life, not for you to use it to exact revenge!"
The young man remained silent and did not defend his behavior.
As if silently resisting, the priest's eyes became disappointed and he shook his head slowly.
"Ye, you can leave. I will go to the mayor to explain, but as punishment, you will not have lunch this week."
The priest waved his hand and signaled him to leave: "I hope you can realize your mistakes. You have always been a qualified apprentice, but what you did last night disappointed me."
"Thank you for your forgiveness."
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and left, but the priest stopped him again.
He turned his head and saw a pair of iron-gray eyes staring at him.
"Ye, don't mess around with Lighthouse anymore."
The priest's voice was still cold, and there was no concern or pity. He just said, "If anyone insults your parents in the future, just come to me."
Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and laughed sheepishly.
"no thanks."
He murmured softly: "Why bother adults about children's matters?"
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In the backyard of the church, next to the fountain, when Vito saw his friend coming back dejected, he burst into laughter and couldn't stop laughing.
"Hey, Ye Zi, have you finished being taught? How do you feel?"
Like Ye Qingxuan, he was an orphan rescued by this church. But Vito is better than Ye Qingxuan, he is at least half a local. It is said that his father was originally a lord. After he went bankrupt and committed suicide due to poor investment, his huge debt made him wander on the streets. Only the church took him in.
But two years later, Vito moved out because of conflicts with the priest.
Now, he relied on his fists to grab the position of dock foreman and lived a happy and simple life pumping water for others, without having to learn troublesome copying and theology.
Occasionally when Ye Qingxuan came to see him, he would drop his work and come out to help him cause trouble or fight, and sometimes he would take pleasure in his misfortune.
For example, now, he imitated the expression and tone of the priest, pointed at Ye Qingxuan and said: "I will hang you up and beat you, a guilty child!"
"Then you have been beaten to death many times."
"Tch, I run fast, he can't hit me, okay?"
Vito raised his brows proudly: "To be honest, the priest's teachings have long been outdated. You just like to listen to the magic stick's teachings. In this world, if you want to do great things and get ahead, what's the point of relying on God's teachings? ? Lao Fei, Lao Fei, are you right?"
The big golden retriever woke up after being slapped, and slapped him with its tail in displeasure. Vito, who immediately realized his mistake, lowered his head and started massaging the dog flatteringly: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I know it's all your fault."
Lao Fei was unable to sleep, so he rolled his eyes at the two of them, then lazily got up, jumped into the fountain and rolled a few times, and then climbed out contentedly, shaking with drops of water on their faces.
Finally, he flicked his tail with satisfaction, his movements were graceful and graceful, like an emperor taking a bath.
The whole process went smoothly and was breathtaking.
"Lao Fei has become more and more arrogant recently. Where did you learn this?"
"How do I know? It's been like this since I encountered it when I was ten."
Indeed, Ye Qingxuan has been wondering for so many years... Where did Lao Fei's dog temper come from
Although it is not good-looking and has hair loss, its eyes and expressions always have an arrogance like that of an Anglo Prime Minister. When he walks with his head held high, he looks like His Majesty the King walking in the palace. He has an inexplicable majesty that is very impressive. Don't dare to look down upon it... At least Ye Qingxuan and Vito, the two who have been bitten before, don't dare.
"Okay, I'll get out of the way first and won't disturb your work."
Vito got up from the ground and patted Ye Qingxuan on the shoulder: "There are a few new guys who don't seem to be very persuasive. I'll go and reason with them..."
"Stop fighting, come back to the church and help."
"Thanks, the priest and I don't get along."
Vito climbed up the wall deftly and waved goodbye. Just when he was on the wall, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and waved: "By the way, Ye Zi."
"Um?"
"Well, happy birthday! I'm relatively poor, so I won't buy you any gifts."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head helplessly: "Then wait until the day you become famous and become a big shot, then you can replenish me."
"Then you'll have to wait a few more years."
Vito grinned and climbed over the wall. Only a faint voice came from the distance:
"Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting long."
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The backyard was silent once again, save for the chirping of fingered birds.
Ye Qingxuan looked up at the sky and raised his palms. The ring on his index finger was pointed at the sun, and it began to sparkle, illuminating the boy's eyes.
"Happy birthday, little leaf."
He chuckled. Next to him, an old and ugly yellow dog slapped him with its tail, as if beating the beat of a silent happy birthday song.
— I wish you a happy birthday, even though this birthday is not a happy one.
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Today is Ye Qingxuan's seventeenth birthday, and it is also his fifth year in this town.
In fact, the oriental blood in him is rarely seen in the entire Anglo Kingdom. With his standard oriental white hair and black eyes, he attracts attention wherever he goes. Fortunately, there are even more bizarre hair colors and eye pupils in this world.
With white hair, people just say "that oriental wandering boy" behind his back. Some unkind people would say "bastard", but these people have become less and less in the past two years... especially after Vito came out to mess around.
Revenge is revenge, and fighting is fighting, but at least the work that needs to be done must be done.
Let's say he now works as a scribe in a church.
What I want to copy today is the monthly report sent from the Holy City to the prayer room of the church. Every other month, the Holy City will synthesize the information collected this month and send it to churches everywhere through the special connection between the earth line and the ether. .
These messages are basically as thick as half a book each time, including the exchange rates between lapis lazuli and various currencies, the progress of various countries' development of relics from the Dark Ages, the latest trends in natural disasters, reports on the results of local outbreaks of war, and some musicians. trends.
What Ye Qingxuan needs to do is to compare the codes, re-translate the languages of these monthly reports, select the news that can be published, copy them, and post them on the bulletin board.
It was only today that he was stunned when he copied the first page.
"King of Blue, Bach?"
He lowered his head and looked at the code: "Is it another new record?"
In the monthly report, the mysterious Mr. Bach appeared in the southern desert area and stood in front of the "Calamity Bahamut".
Since two months ago, the cult has predicted that the natural disaster known as the King of Storms will once again be reborn from the dark world and is sweeping towards the human realm.
But no one expected that this showdown would come so quickly.
The battle lasted for half an hour, and then Bahamut, the King of Storms, was defeated again and returned to sleep in the dark world.
Mr. Bach disappeared without a trace after leaving a few messages, causing countless musicians who specially rushed to the desert of death to sigh.
It's a pity that I missed the best.
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"Bach" - this is a holy name passed down from the Dark Ages. It is an honorary title that can only be obtained by the musicians recognized as the strongest in the contemporary West. They are called the "Blue King" among the three thrones of musicians.
Among the three kings, the name of the "Red King, Beethoven" has only been passed down among successive popes, while the "Yellow King, Mozart" has always been passed down by a single line. Only "Bach, the Blue King" is the crown that all musicians are expected to win.
Only the strongest can obtain such glory.
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In history, when the three kings first appeared, it was the "Dark Earth Mother's Crusade" hundreds of years ago.
After the battle, the Dark Earth Mother was expelled to the end of the North Sea Icefield, far away from the hinterland of mankind.
At that time, the power of "Matthew Passion", "Destiny" and "Requiem" mobilized an unprecedented amount of ether, dividing the entire plain into three.
On that day, the whole world could hear the majestic sound of the arrival of the Angel of God.
The aftermath of the war turned into a tsunami and traveled to the east half a month later, almost sinking the island of Yingzhou into the sea, and creating a new island close to the western border—the later Oriental Overseas Enclave—"Yun". building".
Until now, hundreds of years have passed since the Dark Ages ended, and countless musicians have emerged one after another, but the Three Kings are still the well-deserved guardians of mankind.
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"Ye, don't be distracted."
A cold voice sounded from behind him, waking up the fascinated young man. At some point, Father Ben was already standing behind him: "Your work today is not over yet."
"Oh, oh." Ye Qingxuan smiled sheepishly, dipped his head in ink, and prepared to continue.
The priest watched him copy in silence, then turned and left. Just as he was going out, he paused and looked back at Ye Qingxuan, who was immersed in writing.
"Ye, you should know."
His voice was cold and cruel: "You don't have that qualification."
Ye Qingxuan's hand shook, and he drew a frightening scar on the paper, as if he was frozen.
I don't know how long it took, but Father Ben had already left. He seemed to have finally come to his senses, looking down at his right hand, rubbing the ring with his thumb, like a ring made of iron wire with warm tentacles.
"I know."
He said softly, as if he wanted to deny something, but he was a little frustrated: "I know."