After leaving Elder Caligula's home, Ye Qingxuan took a tour of the entire Auschwitz gathering area and got a general understanding of the terrain.
There are several places that have clearly been bought up, giving off obvious etheric fluctuations. If you look with the eyes of silence, you can see invisible barriers.
In some places, the surrounding buildings have been bulldozed, leaving a solitary building exuding a chill that no strangers should enter.
Some places are deep in residential areas, but there is no sound around them, and only a dark fog can be observed, and no one knows what is hidden in it.
There is only one guy like Ye Qingxuan who sleeps in a hotel at night and sets up a stall on the street during the day.
However, when he returned to the stall, he found that someone had already come to the door.
Right in front of the empty stall, there was a figure sitting on the ground like a guest, casually picking the weapons on the stall, looking at this one, touching that one, like a picky customer. Finally, he picked up a short knife and rubbed it in his hand.
"Hello Mr. Ye."
Hearing the footsteps behind him, the musician turned around, revealing the face he had seen last night under his hood.
"I'm Colt."
He said, "Colt Flagg. I heard my teacher talk about you."
"Who is your teacher?"
"Heisenberg," Colt said. "Master Heisenberg of the Rock and Iron Institute."
Ye Qingxuan thought of his former teacher's council. The cold and sinister faces among the council members could be vaguely seen in the faces of the musicians in front of him.
The same cold and hard atmosphere.
He nodded, "Disrespectful."
"There's nothing to be disrespectful about. After all, the relationship between our teachers is not that glorious."
Colt looked at him, "The teacher also said that he is not as good as Abraham. He has a perfect disciple who can inherit his mantle and carry it forward. To be honest, it makes me jealous."
Ye Qingxuan was stunned. He did not expect Heisenberg to think so highly of him.
"It's the master who has given me the award."
Colt smiled and didn't say anything, just playing with the short knife in his hand.
"Want to join forces?" he asked suddenly.
Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment and shook his head slightly: "Forget it, I'm not the gregarious kind of person."
"What a pity."
Colt stared at him with an indifferent expression: "This answer is such a pity."
With a crisp sound, the dagger came out of its shell, and a chill shot out from the scratched dagger.
Faint waves of ether spread from his body, carrying strong hostility.
Ye Qingxuan looked at him coldly without saying a word.
Ye Qingxuan would still be slightly wary of other summoning musicians who had a bad temper or were mentally unstable summoning musicians who suffered from animalistic problems all year round. But if the opponent is an enlightened musician known for his rationality and insight, Ye Qingxuan will not worry.
No one with any sense would violate the prohibition of the Holy City and risk getting the locals involved in a rash fight with themselves in this market.
The lethality of the Apocalypse Musician is too small, so every point is so precious and must be used properly to kill with one hit.
In some extreme schools, if there is no more than 60% certainty, the enlightenment musician will never take action.
Ye Qingxuan should be careful not to fight back rashly, otherwise this guy would take advantage of him.
In the silent stalemate, Colt suddenly laughed at himself:
"This kind of feint really won't work on you."
In his hand, the cold dagger was sheathed silently and returned to its original position.
"—The knife is good."
He stood up, said goodbye politely, turned away, and disappeared down the street.
Ye Qingxuan watched him go away indifferently, and sat back in his seat behind the stall. After a long time, he picked up a rag and wiped off Colt's fingerprints left on the dagger.
Put the knife into its sheath.
He smiled in the distance.
At his feet, the rag was silently burned to ashes.
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At the end of the street, after turning the corner, Colt's footsteps stopped suddenly and looked at the woman hidden in the shadows.
"Ariana, how's it going?" he asked in a low voice.
Arianna's expression changed. After a long time, she shook her head gloomily: "There's no response yet. Are you sure you really put the 'suggestion' mark I made on his stall?"
"I promise."
Colt said calmly: "Among all the apocalyptic musicians in Auschwitz, I am the only one who can detect the existence of that hint."
Before she finished speaking, a subtle crisp sound burst out from Arianna's fingertips.
Arianna's expression changed, she lowered her head to look at her fingers, and found a cracked mark on the gemstone ring on her index finger.
"Is it?"
She expressionlessly took off the valuable piece of alchemy equipment and threw it into the trash: "Now there's another one."
“…”
Colt was silent for a moment, his pupils drooping: "It seems that Ye Qingxuan's threat level needs to be raised - in the future, allied musicians should be careful about him and deal with him as a resonance-level enemy."
"Is it that exaggerated?"
Arianna frowned: "If there is no evidence, they will not accept it: the guy who was the weakest candidate yesterday suddenly jumped to the top of the threat ranking."
"It doesn't matter. If you want evidence..."
Colt sneered, turned and left:
"-After Ye Qingxuan clears out a few of those blind guys, it will happen naturally."
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Ye Qingxuan didn't think about Colt's plans. He just regarded this as a test between competitors. After re-checking several illusion fulcrums he had hidden around the stall, he re-entered a state of thinking.
Soon, he discovered that he seemed to be targeted by a strange person.
And he stared very closely.
The staring is particularly wild.
He was so bold that he squatted in front of the stall, looking left and right, looking attentively and curiously.
It was a little Romulus girl, who looked to be eleven or twelve years old, wearing the same dirty robes as the others. Her hair is flaxen with a hint of gold.
He's a mixed race.
She was carrying a large, dry backpack, and the pockets were bulging with bits and pieces. Small hairpins, small scissors, small slips of paper, and a dead white mouse...
Well, it has become a specimen, and I still carry it with me.
There were also some strange streaks of paint on her face, making her look like a little witch who would have been burned on the stake in the past.
She squatted next to the stall, looking left, right, and then left again... Ye Qingxuan felt terrified.
"What...are you looking at me for?"
Ye Qingxuan leaned back a little and looked blankly at the girl approaching.
Hearing his question, the girl was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and answered frankly:
"I forgot."
“…”
Ye Qingxuan almost spit out a mouthful of old blood from his throat, coughing violently, and didn't know how to deal with this problem.
The girl squatted beside the stall, raised her face with her elbows, and looked at him curiously.
"Are you also a foreigner?"
She said: "I just saw a few people watching you over there."
"How many people?" Ye Qingxuan noticed her words and frowned: "Are there several more?"
"I guess so?"
The girl scratched her messy hair: "Is this what we are talking about? I can't remember clearly."
“…”
Ye Qingxuan heard the sound of his own logic breaking down: I can't remember what you mean, and what are we going to say? We haven't said anything!
Don't suddenly speak in a tone that we are already very familiar with!
"Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."
Ye Qingxuan forcefully swallowed a mouthful of old blood: "Do you have a problem with me?"
"Oh, don't we know each other?"
The girl looked at him in confusion, found the answer in his sad and angry eyes, and nodded clearly: "Then you must have bought a map, right? Just pretend that I have never been here."
"What map?"
Ye Qingxuan never thought that it would be so troublesome for him to communicate with others one day, and he almost doubted his IQ. Isn't this little girl a psychopath
"...Oh, so you haven't bought it yet?"
The girl's eyes lit up: "What do you want? The map is very cheap! Don't you outsiders all want to go to the underground palace under the mine? Only I have been to the outermost underground palace! Although I can't lead the way, You just need to spend... spend..."
She paused, rummaged through her pocket for a long time, took out a piece of paper with the price on it, glanced at it, hid it quickly, and said seriously: "You can buy the map I drew by myself for three hundred yuan! "
Do you think I will believe you and pay for it!
Ye Qingxuan's face was filled with sadness and he no longer knew what to say.
"Well, do you think it's expensive?"
The girl misunderstood something and scratched her head apologetically: "That's right, I think it's quite expensive too. Why don't you give me a hundred. If you still feel like you're at a loss, I'll give you another one that no one has ever been to." Secret passage.”
After saying that, without waiting for Ye Qingxuan to speak, she took out a "map" full of strange graffiti from her backpack, grabbed a pen and started drawing on the back.
What can I say about the painting style... It is quite "soulful", especially full of wildness and sensibility.
In short, nothing can be seen except for two vaguely visible statues and a door.
Soon, she put the map into Ye Qingxuan's hand and looked at him expectantly.
Waiting for money.
“…”
Is this some new form of blackmail and begging
Ye Qingxuan was already numb: Forget it, it doesn't matter, it's only one hundred yuan, please take it away quickly and don't hurt my reason and logic anymore.
"Couldn't you have just said you wanted money?"
He sadly took out a hundred yuan and handed it to the little girl. The girl took it with a smile, but found that she couldn't pull it out, so she pulled it again. Ye Qingxuan let go, but held her wrist.
She looked at Ye Qingxuan.
But Ye Qingxuan looked at her wrist. On her wrist, there was a faint mark of a double snake intertwined and a cross staff.
Ye Qingxuan took out his pocket watch and looked at the coat of arms on it. When he compared it with hers, he found that there was no difference.
"Where did this tattoo come from?"