On the road again, there was no danger along the way, and we passed the red zone peacefully.
Late at night, in the bottom warehouse, under a lone lamp.
Simon, who had been hungry for most of the day, devoured the dinner provided by Ye Qingxuan, regardless of whether it contained poison.
Ye Qingxuan sat opposite him with his legs crossed and looked at him sideways:
"Let's talk, why did you attack me?"
"...You really don't know anything." After Simon finished eating, he wiped his mouth and asked slowly: "Did any of your enemies dislike you and throw you in? That's not right. This opportunity is so precious. No one will waste your body... Ugh!"
Ye Qingxuan retracted his palm, stopped hinting at pain, and said lightly:
"I ask, you answer."
"Auschwitz."
Simon answered honestly: "The trials of Auschwitz."
"What is that?" Ye Qingxuan frowned: "What does this have to do with you attacking me?"
"Am I attacking you? Hehe, I'm afraid that when you get ashore, I won't be the only one who attacks you."
Simon shook his head: "Let me start from the beginning, King Huang, you know, right?"
Mozart, the King of Yellow, was a talented musician who rose to fame ten years ago. In just thirteen years, he went from a boy in the countryside to the strongest man in the world, the noble king of musicians, and Bach, the strongest musician, is on par with His Majesty the Pope.
If there is a protagonist template in this world, there is no doubt that it is the Yellow King.
Unfortunately, five years ago... King Huang disappeared.
Evaporated.
One of the three dignified kings disappeared from this world inexplicably. No one can be seen in life, no corpse in death.
Just a few days ago, someone discovered an ancient relic in Auschwitz, which contained many precious technologies. According to analysis, it may have been left by the Holy Spirit Aeneas, the first king of the Romulus people. "The foundation of the scepter."
It's like Avalon and "Kingdom Come."
However, this ruins has been occupied by the remnants of Romulus.
It's obvious that they re-established the gathering area here because they came to this ruins.
They received technology and assistance from the Chainsaw Monks to rebuild their home and resist the entry of outsiders...
"But it's unfortunate."
Simon spread his hands: "A few days ago, according to the investigation in the Holy City, it was found that this was the place where the Yellow King last appeared before his disappearance. In order to discover the secret of the Yellow King's disappearance and the ancient music and technology in the ruins, all parties have A lot of manpower was dispatched to enter, but they were resisted and expelled by the Romulus people. However, with all parties restraining each other, everyone maintained restraint tacitly, and no large-scale dispute broke out-until Before the Pope issued the decree, the situation was very peaceful, and it was only a matter of time before it was resolved.”
"Order?"
Ye Qingxuan felt something was wrong: "What order?"
"The general idea is that the Yellow King is one of the three kings and involves the dignity and safety of the entire human world. Those who can decipher the ruins and find the whereabouts of the Yellow King will receive rewards and praises from the Holy City. The prize is - the Fifth Concerto. of eternal blessing.”
For a moment, Ye Qingxuan felt as if he had been struck by thunder.
"Fifth Concerto? Which Fifth Concerto?"
"Which one else?"
Simon glanced at him, mockingly: "Of course it's the one called 'Emperor'!"
The King of Kings, the Emperor of Concertos—"Concerto No. 5"!
Its power is not manifested in matter, but is engraved in the ether.
The kings split the earth to become kings in the material world, but the tidal world is the domain of the musicians.
Those who receive its blessing will obtain their own "fief" in the etheric realm! Once you enter the scepter level, you can combine it with the Chapter of Fate to construct a unique scepter.
"Do you understand what this means?"
Simon gritted his teeth: "With such great authority, as long as you enter the scepter level, you will have a chance to become one of the three kings of the next generation! Maybe after the death of the Blue King of this generation, he can inherit the 'throne' and become the new king." The King of Musicians!”
Silence, long silence.
Ye Qingxuan turned his head dully and looked in the direction of Avalon.
After a long time, he jumped up from his chair and cursed angrily: "Maxwell, I'm going to kill your whole family! You bastard, you old bastard. How much do you dislike me that you put this bastard in your job?" Give it to me! I have done meritorious deeds for Angelou, and I have shed blood for Avalon! So you ask me to compete with musicians all over the world for this thing? Why don't you hang me on the Traitor's Gate faster? !I’m going to fuck you…”
No one responded.
Simon was frightened by Ye Qingxuan's furious look and froze in place.
After a long time, Ye Qingxuan finished venting his anger, sat back on his chair, looked at him with red eyes, and suddenly slapped the table:
"-Then what does this have to do with you attacking me?!"
Looking at Ye Qingxuan's red eyes, Simon said like he was pouring beans into a bamboo tube:
"In order to avoid causing disputes and stimulating conflicts among the countries, the Holy City directly regards this mission as a test for the new generation of musicians, which is limited to musicians under the age of thirty who have not yet obtained the title of the Holy City. Currently, the masters of the countries have Many people rushed to Auschwitz, but they did not enter it. Instead, they established bases around it and let their juniors fight for clues. Although this time the struggle was limited to the younger generation of musicians, the competition The intensity was still fierce, so everyone reached a consensus to try to eliminate possible competitors before entering Auschwitz."
Having said this, Simon glanced at Ye Qingxuan quietly: "Many people thought that the Royal School of Angelou was one of the most powerful opponents this time. But no one thought that the Royal School would send representatives to participate in the war. The person is not Gavin, the royal musician, but you..."
"So look, I've become the biggest loser that day, right?"
Ye Qingxuan suddenly realized it and couldn't help but sneered: "That old bastard Maxwell must have spread my information quietly, right? Tell me, what have you heard?"
"The most famous ancient scholar in modern times is a disciple of Master Abraham, a musician of the apocalyptic school, a genius in ancient history and interpretation, but he has only been enrolled for more than half a year... Among all the candidates' information, you are the weakest. From your perspective From the moment you leave Avalon, your whereabouts have fallen into everyone’s eyes.”
At this point, Simon's expression also became sad and angry, and he said with a mournful face: "Sure enough, the teacher is right, you Anglos don't tell the truth at all! You are not the school of revelation! Look at your whole body Apart from that piece of equipment, how else do you look like a revelation musician?! You are more like an illusion musician than me, and you also have a mind skill. Wearing these two layers of skin is not enough, you actually majored in the Forbidden School... You, you , You are actually the representative of the Silent Organization, right?"
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sneer: "You wanted to come to kill me, but I killed you instead. Do you still feel innocent?"
"I didn't want to kill you, really."
Simon looked innocent and swore arrogantly: "You are the most proficient in exploration and interpretation among all the candidates. I just want to hold you hostage and ask you to help me explore the ruins. I have never used it from beginning to end. Destructive illusion..."
"I didn't expect that the boat capsized in this ditch, right?" Ye Qingxuan said lightly.
"... So far, I have lost anyway."
Simon raised his head, closed his eyes, and stretched his neck: "Whether it's life or death, please give it a try!"
There was silence, no one responded.
He carefully opened his eyes and looked at Ye Qingxuan, only to see Ye Qingxuan looking at him, holding his chin, as if thinking about something, and suddenly Jie Jie laughed strangely.
"You want to die? It's not that simple."
He stood up with a hair-raising smile: "Without you, who can I ask for help?"
"You, you... what are you going to do!" Simon panicked and wanted to retreat, but was forced into a corner and unable to move.
"Don't be afraid, it will hurt a little at first."
Ye Qingxuan activated "Rendu", pushed Simon to the ground, and pointed to the ceiling above his head: "Relax, it will be over after you finish counting the stains on it."
Simon suddenly despaired: "No!!!"
The screams that chilled the whole body spread from the bottom warehouse and lasted for a full half hour. The surrounding crew members were shivered by the news and did not dare to approach. They watched and whispered from a distance.
It wasn't until an hour later that Ye Qingxuan pushed the door open, straightened his collar, slowly took out a handkerchief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead, as if he had eaten everything, and his smile was indescribable in the dim light. Weird.
Behind him, the cabin was silent.
…
…
Amidst the pain, the young man woke up from his drowsiness, feeling pain all over his body and thirsty throat.
"What's wrong with me?"
On the broken lifeboat, he climbed up with difficulty, rubbed his face, and tried to clear his thoughts: "I remember... I was attacked by illusions? But, I... who am I? Why am I here..."
"Master, you are finally awake."
At the stern of the boat, a haggard old man raised his head, his voice hoarse like iron scraping against each other. This old man wears a huge turban and smells like curry. He looks like a Tianzhu man.
A sword was pierced through his chest and he was nailed to the boat, unable to move. It looked like he was dying.
The young man was stunned.
"You... who are you?"
"I am Asan, young master." The old Tianzhu man looked sad: "I am your servant Asan, have you been sick again?"
"Sickness?" The young man was stunned: "What disease? You are my servant, then do you know who I am?"
"Your name is Ye Qingxuan, young master!"
That day Zhuren grabbed his hand and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Pick up your sleeves and take a look."
The young man was stunned, lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves, only to see the small letters written on his wrist:
[—Your name is Ye Qingxuan.]