Outside the gate, a young man wearing a top hat stepped onto the carriage.
In the carriage, the seat on one side has been removed and replaced by a wheelchair. Sitting in the wheelchair is a young man who is reading a book with his head down.
He looked ordinary, with regular facial features and no other features. Only a hint of iron-gray light occasionally shines through his often narrowed eyes, which is heart-stopping.
"Isn't this method too gentle?" He closed the book and looked at Ye Qingxuan.
"It's just a small punishment."
Ye Qingxuan lay lazily on the chair, took off his top hat and fanned the wind: "Besides, I have attended four funerals today, at least let me attend a wedding to relax? 'Mr. Watson'."
Watson just shook his head: "Indulging in this kind of hypocritical tenderness and mercy every day, as the manager of all the smugglers in Angru, don't you think you are derelict in your duties?"
"How merciless, Watson."
"Sorry, it's just like that."
Watson sneered, "If you don't want to, you don't have to leave this mess to me. I'll just take a boat to Wales and buy a manor for retirement."
"No, Wales is so boring. There are only sheep. Are you sure you can handle it in your current situation?" Ye Qingxuan spread his hands, "In comparison, don't you think Avalon is very beautiful? You have work to do every day. Get money every month!”
Who do you think caused my current situation
Watson's lips opened and closed, not knowing how to respond. It was the first time in his life that he saw someone speak so shamelessly, and also looked like they were naturally doing your best.
After a long time, he sighed in frustration: "Ye Qingxuan, let's just have a fight. I really want to kill you now..."
A blue flame bird jumped out from his sleeve, making a sweet squeaking sound that was indescribably pleasant.
"To be honest, I just like the way you look like you don't like me but can't kill me."
"…Where did you learn such nonsense?"
"That's how it is."
Ye Qingxuan responded like this.
What answered him was a thick investigation report, which fell on his face.
"This is what you want, the investigation of the House of Representatives." Watson gritted his teeth: "Anyway, guys like you will cause trouble once they relax, so you'd better find something to worry about!"
Ye Qingxuan turned over, and after a rough turn, his expression changed subtly:
"Does 'White Crow' really exist?"
Watson said calmly: "The House itself looks like a loose alliance that seeks profits for the majority of people, but there are moderators in it. Participants provide resources and receive dividends. And the resources of less than half of Avalon are gathered together. After that, those powers quietly belong to the host.”
"You just want to borrow someone else's chicken to lay eggs for fun, right?"
"... That's right. Although everyone in the House seems to have autonomy, this is just an appearance. After the disguise is revealed, you will find that the so-called 'House' is nothing more than a dictatorship. The real Power and power belong to one person.”
Ye Qingxuan glanced at him, "Isn't that person you?"
"You think too highly of me."
Watson sneered: "The Adrian family has been in ruins for so many years, what capital do I have to become the host? Even that mask was just a bad hand given to me by my father after he failed to attack the resonance. The person who really put me in that position was the White Crow."
Ye Qingxuan frowned: "The previous controller?"
Watson smiled: "Yes, he even hired the black musician who presided over the degradation ceremony for me. He opened the door to power for me. To be honest, I am really grateful to him."
"Is everything you do under his instruction?"
"No, he disappeared after handing over the House to me. Maybe he was happy to see what I wanted to do come true?" Watson shrugged, "Like you now, I once secretly sent someone to track down his whereabouts."
"result?"
"You can't see people when you're alive, and you can't see corpses when you're dead." Watson said calmly, "Whether it was the white crow or the group of people who were looking for him... they all evaporated in this world."
"The White Crow has single-handedly put you on the throne, who will do anything to gain power and strength, and become his agent. Then everything you do must be the result he wants to see."
Ye Qingxuan fell into deep thought: "But the entire Angelou was destroyed by natural disasters, everyone was infected by the abyss, and turned into a country of demons... What good is it to that guy?"
"Who knows?"
Watson said, "The most common people in this world are saints who want to save the world and madmen who want to destroy the world."
Ye Qingxuan silently flipped through the file in his hand. After a long time, he raised his eyes: "According to the investigation, the last time White Crow was on the road was more than ten years ago?"
"Yes, from then on, he chose me and lurked behind the scenes. Five years later, he disappeared." Watson nodded, "Do you have any clues?"
"No. It's just that this time is very concerning."
A hint of coldness flashed across Ye Qingxuan's narrowed eyes.
Isn't that the time when one's family is broken up and people are displaced? What role does the white crow play in this
Sensing the gloom in Ye Qingxuan's heart, Watson sighed: "The House has been destroyed now. All channels have been divided up and sealed. All the remaining parties are under our surveillance. Even if the White Crow appears again, I can only be a street rat, and I no longer have the ability to stir up trouble. If I were him, I'm afraid I will never show up in a short time. You are doing useless work now, Ye Qingxuan."
“It’s better to work in vain than to do nothing well.”
Ye Qingxuan threw away the file: "Let them continue to monitor closely. I don't believe that a living person can disappear like this. When I catch his tail, I will make him look good..."
The chill in the words stunned Watson for a moment.
He closed the book on his knees, took off his glasses, and rubbed the bridge of his nose: "Your top priority now is not to waste time on such meaningless things. Have you read all the music theory the professor gave you?"
"There shouldn't be any big problems with telepathy and illusion." Ye Qingxuan shrugged: "I've been studying some things about the Revelation School recently, trying not to fall short."
Watson frowned: "This is the first time I've seen someone as weird as you who has mastered multiple disciplines."
"Isn't it the same with the Royal School?"
"The Royal School, which is the summoning school native to Angru, still majors in summoning. It just gives the characteristics of other factions to its own phantom beasts, just like this..."
In Watson's hand, the robin spreads its wings and the flames rise.
"I implanted the elemental transformations from the School of Change into my own body of phantom beasts. The limit is 940. Such a small bird, if used properly, can burn down an entire house without any problem. Also. That is to say, I alone have the ability to destroy a neighborhood with the wave of my hand.”
"Eh?"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned, with an expression of admiration: "It sounds amazing."
"Thanks."
Watson's expression was cold and he didn't seem to be happy at all: "Among the current prosperous mainstream schools, change, summoning and chanting occupy the mainstream position. After all, one is the cradle of battlefield musicians, and the other is a researcher who studies the nature of natural disasters and demons. Controllers, and the Psalm School that studies material life. As medicine advances and the theory becomes more and more solid, there are more and more branches. But look at the electives you take... They perfectly avoid all practical applications. school."
When he said this, Ye Qingxuan reacted and counted on his fingers for a long time: "Forbidden, revelation, mind, illusion... You are right. I don't seem to have learned any of these. I still have time to learn. What?"
"... just dream."
Watson sneered: "Do you think everyone is a pervert like Naberis, who changes his body and takes off his clothes? In the seven series of musicians, change and illusion are opposite, summoning and heart are opposite... Although chants and revelations are not opposites, It's very powerful, but it's not easy to combine it. Besides, you have studied the Forbidden School of Music, which is opposed to all schools of thought. If you want to learn new music theory, just don't make yourself lose your mind. If you want to learn other schools of thought, , let’s wait until you reach the ‘complete stage’ before the impact scepter level.”
"…that sounds really sad."
Ye Qingxuan nodded, but he didn't look sad at all: "But what's the difference in my current top priority?"
"This is one of the worst things, Ye Qingxuan."
Watson looked at him, his eyes becoming complicated: "—You have fallen into the eyes of the One with Hundred Eyes. When you are looking at the abyss, the abyss is also looking at you. When you two observe each other, Then there’s a connection between you.”
"It sounds like it's very intimate."
"Yes." Watson nodded: "Intimate enough that as long as you leave the Great Barrier... he can whisper by your side at any time. Although he is severely injured now and will be unable to care about matters in the material world for a while, but after he recovers, Do you think he will really let you go? You don’t want to squat in Avalon for the rest of your life, right?”
Ye Qingxuan took a breath of air: "So, my top priority is to attack the resonance?"
"Yes, the sooner the better." Watson nodded.
“…”
Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time: "I understand the truth, why is it as easy as buying a cabbage for advanced resonance in your mouth?"
"Isn't it?" Watson glanced at him and said with a "sudden realization": "Ah, I forgot, you have just become an official musician."
"...Is it useful to stimulate me in a place like this?"
Ye Qingxuan curled his lips and shouted: "Stop!"
The carriage stopped on the side of the road, and Ye Qingxuan jumped out of the car.
"where did you go?"
"Didn't you say that we need to hit the resonance level as soon as possible?" Ye Qingxuan looked back at him, "I'm going to consult a certain former scepter musician, Mr. Professor."
"oh?"
Watson raised his brows, recalling the resentful woman, and looked at him with particularly pitiful eyes:
"Good luck."