The next day, in the afternoon, the wind was gentle and the sun was beautiful.
The hustle and bustle of last night was almost gone.
To most people, last night was just a rare earthquake that caused tsunamis, chaos, and a lot of fright. But the scare had passed and it became a conversation piece over afternoon tea.
People chatted happily about whose family had committed the scandal last night, and discussed the magical power of musicians involved in building repairs and reconstructions. Only a few sensitive people feel as if something is wrong, but cannot express it.
Maybe there are more soldiers patrolling the streets, maybe the mounted police seem to have become more dedicated, maybe there are a few more musicians in robes at the checkpoint when entering and exiting the city gate...
The secret turmoil in the upper city is too far away for them. I don’t know how long it will take before it turns into bizarre rumors and talk again, right
"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes! Such a big dragon! Flying in the sky..." In the tavern, a young man gestured exaggeratedly, causing a burst of laughter.
"Don't be stupid. I'm afraid you were frightened and had hallucinations?"
"Dragon? Let alone a dragon, there aren't even any dragon hairs!"
Amidst the cheers, the young man sat back down and knocked his brother beside him on the head: "Drink less, don't get drunk."
"I'm not drunk..." The younger brother frowned, unhappy.
"Okay, we can drink wine anywhere, but if we don't leave, we won't be able to catch the ship."
Because he was laughed at, the young man who couldn't lose his face picked up his younger brother, paid off the money, and prepared to leave with the package.
"This is your younger brother. He's cute, isn't he?" The middle-aged bartender chuckled and reached out to rub the child's short, brown hair. The child glared at the bartender dissatisfied.
When the bartender came to his senses, he found that the brothers had already left.
He patted his head in a daze, but found that he couldn't remember how they left. I just remember that child, that child's eyes... pure golden, like gems.
For some reason, his memory began to blur and dissipate quickly. Soon, he forgot that anyone had been here and returned to his busy and peaceful daily life.
At the city gate, the long queue out of the city was advancing slowly.
At the front, the inspecting musician looked at the two brothers in front of him, "Vladimir, Avdeevich... are they from the Caucasus Federation? It's really a long way away."
"A true painter is one who is willing to devote himself to art, isn't he?"
The brother known as Vladimir smiled, but his lingua franca did not have a Caucasian accent at all. Instead, he got close to the upper class of Angelo, and said with grace and tact: "Anglo is just the first stop, we are planning to go there next. Burgundy, proceed from the sea to Asgard, and finally to the Holy City.”
The faint light in the musician's eyes lit up, swept across the brothers, and soon went out. He nodded, stamped the official seals on their passports, and handed the passports to them with a smile:
"Have you ever seen the murals at the Covent Opera House? They are rare masterpieces of Baroque murals. I haven't left the city yet, so it's still time to go back and have a look."
"I've been there a long time ago, but unfortunately, I found out after I arrived that it had been destroyed by fire decades ago." Vladimir showed a regretful expression: "Angru didn't pay enough attention to the preservation of art, uh, Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
"It's okay."
The musician smiled, waved his hand, and signaled the knights behind him to switch and let go: "Have a safe journey."
"Thank you. If I have the chance, I will definitely come back to see you again."
Vladimir smiled, took his brother's hand, and walked out of the city gate.
Behind him, around the crowded exit queue, stood knights in ominous black clothes. They patrolled the crowd, and their eyes under their hoods were as sharp as knives.
Soon, the passenger ship in the distance roared and gradually left the port.
On the deck, two brothers from the Caucasus Federation stared at the city with reluctance, their eyes reflecting the pure white city that was gradually receding.
"It's so tragic. Everyone in the House of Representatives may have been hanged on the gallows. Thinking that I am the only one who faked my death and survived, I feel a little uneasy about my non-existent conscience."
In the quiet sea breeze, "Vladimir" sighed with regret and waved goodbye: "Goodbye, everyone. Although I may not avenge you, I will remember you. You will be recorded in my memory as a model of failure. In the autobiography, this will definitely last for generations to come and leave a name in history!”
No one responded.
He smiled, looked away, and looked down to his side.
The immature little boy also looked up at him, his golden eyes were like amber, and in the amber were animalistic vertical pupils, with the cruelty and gloominess of a demon.
"Naberish, I'm hungry."
"Just bear with it for a little while longer."
The black musician named Naberis reached out and gently stroked the boy's short, brown hair, as if stroking some rare treasure.
"Poor little Mordred, can uncle take you to see the big goldfish?"
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The same afternoon, Jianlan Underground Palace.
The dark carriage drove into the underground square and stopped in front of the gate. Ye Qingxuan stood in front of the huge dust-covered door, still wearing the disguise of a lower city.
Behind him, Dominic's figure seemed to blend into the darkness, blurry.
There seemed to be a small problem. Two minutes later, Her Royal Highness the Princess in a white dress pushed the door out of the carriage. After coughing twice, she lowered her head and greeted: "Long wait, Mr. Holmes."
"Just in time, I just arrived." Ye Qingxuan responded calmly, but I don't know why this always cold Princess didn't even look at him this time
Could it be that the impression left behind was too bad? No way, after all, I at least helped to break the curse! At least the attitude should be friendly.
I wouldn’t say “reverence”, but at least it shouldn’t be “indifference”!
However, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but feel a little scared when he thought about the deaths he had caused by using the Princess's experiments. Fortunately, it wasn't "hate", otherwise he would really be finished.
After a brief awkward silence, Mary coughed and walked ahead:
"plz follow me."
She crossed Ye Qingxuan and handed an old key to Dominic. Dominic took a look, nodded, turned around and inserted the key into the door behind him.
With the sharp sound of steel rubbing against each other, the door burst open.
Dominic did not lead the way as before, he just handed over a lantern and glanced at Ye Qingxuan with a subtle look: "What a lucky kid."
In the distant darkness behind the door gap, Her Royal Highness the Princess in the white dress raised the lantern and looked back at him. Ye Qingxuan, who was in a daze, woke up and hurriedly followed.
The door slammed shut behind them.
In the silence, he heard Mary's footsteps ahead. The girl raised the wind lantern, which illuminated the spiraling downward steps at her feet. The spiral steps seem to extend downward endlessly.
Every time he entered this door, what he saw was completely different, which was a surprise every time.
Ye Qingxuan looked around, looking at the cracks on the walls and the incomplete decorations, always feeling like he was in an abandoned castle.
He took a deep breath and felt no smell of dust or decay, no wind, or any other smell. I can only smell the faint perfume wafting in front of me.
Well, Your Highness, you have quite good taste.
Ye Qingxuan nodded quietly in his heart.
Mary, who was leading the way, seemed to be unaccustomed to such a long silence and coughed twice, "Mr. Holmes, you don't seem to be surprised at all. Have you ever been to a place like this before?"
Not only that, I work here every day and come here more than you do...
Of course, you can't say that. Ye Qingxuan just nodded: "To be honest, I also feel puzzled. Some small places can feel different from the outside world. Some are like black areas, but they are more stable than black areas."
Mary smiled softly after hearing this: "The Jianlan Underground Palace is a place where the material world and the etheric world highly overlap, so many unreasonable things happen. Because of its special nature, it was transformed into what it is today hundreds of years ago. to prepare for the future - because this is the best secret vault and sealing place, it can be said to be a naturally formed 'field'. Unauthorized people can only see two walls when opening the door. Hold Only those with media and keys can step into it. But what they see is completely different.”
"I see."
Ye Qingxuan nodded slightly, remembering that the key that Mary handed to Dominic should be like his librarian certificate, a key to the road.
One key, one path, but everyone uses the same door.
The distorted spatial relationship confuses him, but this situation has actually occurred in many places. The physical laws known to humans are often subverted in the face of the ever-changing world, but there are always reasons and reasons.
This has a lot to do with the music theory of the Forbidden School. After all, what the Forbidden School studies is the ether itself, and the phenomena caused by the interference of the ether are also included.
With Ye Qingxuan's current attainments, he still cannot understand the occurrence of this situation. He can only keep it in mind and think about it slowly.
"What we are going to now is the core of the Royal Museum - Stein's Chamber."
Mary said, "It displays the collections of past emperors and precious items collected from all over the world. There are even pieces of music rated as natural disasters, as well as rare famous harps and ancient flutes."
She paused and looked back with a solemn expression: "Therefore, I hope Mr. Holmes will not spread what he heard and saw here, otherwise the royal family will be deeply disturbed."
Ye Qingxuan nodded, "I understand."
Then, he quickly withdrew his gaze, as if he didn't want to look at it for one more second.
Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched. Although he has been disguised and covered up, he is not so ugly that he cannot be seen, right
"In view of Mr. Holmes's outstanding performance yesterday and his great contribution to Anglo. His Majesty has agreed to Mr. Maxwell's request to open the Stein Chamber of Secrets for you and let you choose one of the collections."