Anglo Embassy, afternoon.
The ambassador, who was dressed up in costume and equipped with a sword, looked a little anxious as he watched the time pass by.
Until finally, when the time was about to reach six o'clock, he sighed and looked at his secretary:
"How long has he been asleep?"
"About fourteen hours." The secretary replied: "When I came back early this morning, I told the servants not to disturb him, and then I didn't leave the room."
"Could he have already left?"
The ambassador looked at the old musician sitting next to him and shook his head: "He is still in the room, but he seems to be undergoing some kind of musical transformation. At this moment, it is best not to disturb him. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, the consequences may be unpredictable." "
When the ambassador heard this, he sighed helplessly:
"It seems he can't catch up."
Before Maxwell left the Holy City, he secretly told the ambassador that although Ye Qingxuan had no establishment or position in the embassy, his treatment would be based on his own.
If anyone dares to be disrespectful, he will be treated as contempt of the royal family.
Therefore, Ye Qingxuan was able to eat free meals in the embassy for such a long time.
Everyone here already regards him as Maxwell's successor and future cabinet minister.
What's more, Ye Qingxuan's position in the fifth department is not a vegetarian. Now he also holds a temporary position in the Silent Organization. He is a key figure who doesn't care about everything at ordinary times, but can take power in an instant if something happens.
If an invitation to an important banquet had not been sent today, and he wanted to invite Ye Qingxuan by name, the ambassador would not have wanted to disturb him.
The ambassador waited another ten minutes, sighed, stood up, and gave instructions to his secretary.
"It seems that Mr. Ye can't attend the banquet today. You can choose a gift for him and let me bring it to you. This way at least it won't be rude."
The secretary nodded and quickly found a gift for Ye Qingxuan because he was "unable to attend the banquet due to illness."
Two minutes later, the ambassador and his wife boarded the carriage heading to the Burgundy Embassy.
Soon, the carriage stopped in front of another mansion in the embassy district.
Embassy of Burgundy.
It was getting late at this time, but the lights were still bright here.
Cars and horses were flowing in front of the Burgundian Embassy, and well-dressed nobles and envoys from various parties were constantly getting out of their cars and coming to the door, carrying invitations to attend the banquet.
December 9th.
This is the National Day of Burgundy, and it is also the tercentenary celebration. The embassy is also preparing to celebrate grandly and send out invitations widely. In just a few hours, wealthy merchants and nobles from all over the world had gathered here, and there were also many officials and clergymen from the Holy City.
The carriage branded with the Anglo emblem stopped in front of the embassy. The ambassador and his wife got out of the car together. Soon, they were greeted by a similarly dressed man who invited them into the hall.
In the banquet hall, Ambassador Bertrand, dressed in formal attire, seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
Due to proper maintenance, there is no trace of aging on Bertrand's body. It is completely impossible to tell that he is over fifty. He looks like a middle-aged man in the prime of life.
Behind him, there was a handsome young man standing, who seemed to be his nephew.
"Mr. Baird, welcome."
After Ambassador Yu Angelou exchanged greetings for a moment, Bertrand couldn't suppress his curiosity and looked beside him: "Isn't Mr. Ye from your country here?"
Baird gave a wry smile and presented the gift prepared for Ye Qingxuan: "It snowed last night. Mr. Ye was caught in the cold wind and was ill. He couldn't go to the banquet today. He asked me to give you I convey my regrets and ask for your forgiveness.”
"I see."
Bertrand sighed: "We made an oversight and sent the invitation to Mr. Ye one day in advance. Please rest assured, Mr. Ye, that the Burgundy Embassy welcomes his visit at any time in the future."
After the two people chatted for a while, the young man followed Bertrand and left. Baird didn't care about this, but looked at Bertrand.
The two of them are both ambassadors to a foreign country. They have dealt with each other in the Holy City not once or twice, and they know each other well. Although they fought a lot secretly, it did not damage the friendship between the two.
Moreover, they were members of a certain bridge club and had a close relationship, so Baird no longer concealed his words.
"Old friend, you wouldn't be so unmeasured in doing things, would you?"
Anglo Ambassador Baird looked at Bertrand and asked in a low voice: "Although Mr. Ye does not have an official position in our embassy, he has a distinguished status. How could you be so dismissive and only sent the invitation one day in advance?"
"Actually, I didn't plan to invite a sensitive person like Mr. Ye."
Bertrand gave a bitter smile, shook his head, and took a glass of champagne from the waiter. The two of them walked and chatted until they came to a corner: "It happened for a reason, because someone wanted to see him, so I had to send a temporary invitation. "
Baird raised his eyebrows and suddenly became curious: "Who is so proud?"
"Who else could it be?"
Bertrand smiled bitterly and glanced at the handsome young man in the crowd who was chatting and laughing with other nobles.
That young man seems to have a wide circle of friends. There are so many nobles here, different circles, and different factions, and he can enjoy them all. I'm afraid his identity is not simple.
Baird was stunned for a moment. He originally thought that the young man following Bertrand was his nephew or the secretary of the embassy, but he didn't expect that he had a lot of background.
Soon, he noticed the ring on the young man's hand and suddenly realized:
"The Bourbon family? Which one?"
"Which one else could it be?"
Bertrand sipped his champagne and said calmly: "The one with the highest natural line of succession."
As the royal family of Burgundy, the Bourbon family has many branches, but there are not many people with real blood and rights. Seeing Bertrand behave like this, the young man's identity was immediately revealed.
What's more, the emperor of Burgundy is now seriously ill and his time is running out. In a few months, the young man's father may be ruling the country.
"Which son of Louis is he?" Baird asked.
Bertrand glanced at him with a half-smile: "Old friend, Louis only has one son left now."
Baird understood what he meant and fell silent.
"Don't underestimate young people, old friend. There are more and more monsters among young people nowadays, such as the new sword holder in your country."
Bertrand put down his wine glass and looked at the back figure in the crowd with even more fear: "He was originally an illegitimate son abandoned overseas by the Louis family. He was welcomed back to the family half a year ago and was recognized. Originally, they planned to bring this young man into the family. As a bargaining chip for marriage, they did not expect that what they found was not an obedient puppet, but a poisonous snake. In just six months, he went from being penniless to being popular, becoming a leader in the circle. Originally ranked The people in front of him are now dead at his feet, including his brother Louis. In addition to his own family, he also won the support of the Antonevat family, and they made a marriage contract next year. He will marry the apple of the Grand Duke's eye. Now, he is the favorite disciple of my teacher, Mr. Richelieu, and the future confidential secretary of the cabinet... To be honest, during his stay in the embassy, even I felt like a glow. I can't sleep well. Fortunately, after the celebration is over, he will leave for home, and I can breathe a sigh of relief."
Baird listened in silence, feeling a little headache: "Why would he be interested in the sword holders of our country?"
"Who knows."
Bertrand chuckled softly: "Maybe he wants to be good friends with your Mr. Ye."
"Don't be ridiculous, Bertrand."
Baird shook his head, drank the champagne in the glass, and took one last look at the young man's back: "What's the name of that monster in your country?"
"Don Juan."
Bertrand said: "Don Juan Dieudonné Bourbon."
…
…
In the quiet lounge of the embassy, Don Juan sat alone in silence.
"What a pity, Master." The attendant beside him sighed: "It seems that I won't be able to see your good friend this time."
"Pity?"
Don Juan glanced at his entourage and smiled mischievously: "Are you feeling regretful or lucky? You know, he is now a famous evil hunter in all countries, and no black musician has ever fallen into his hands. A good ending. Old ghost, you must have been very happy when you heard that he couldn't come, right?"
"Master, you are serious."
The attendant smiled reluctantly: "I have changed my mind a long time ago and haven't interacted with the old circle for a long time. I'm afraid everyone thinks that the rainmaker is dead."
"This is the best, old ghost."
Don Juan glanced at him, aware of the heartache in his eyes, and couldn't help but smile mockingly: "Only you will treat that title as a treasure. You just killed a few people, and you were chased by the Holy City like You are running around like rabbits, how many good endings did your bullshit friends have? Poor old Kolb, why don't you look further ahead..."
He hooked the "Rainmaker"'s shoulder and whispered his original name: "When my cheap dad becomes the emperor, the time will come when we let go! As long as we control that old guy's Life and death, what can we gain? Do you want to kill someone? As long as you wave your finger, countless people will help you kill people, rushing to help you take the blame! Do you want power? How about the position of financial director? Not satisfied In other words, the Royal Secretary of State? The Minister of the Navy? Or... the Prime Minister of Burgundy? Compared with these things that are right in front of you, what kind of bullshit source is worth your death and another death to pursue? That one who has nothing to lose. Bullshit god, is it worth it for you to go through fire and water for him again? Don’t be ridiculous, Kolber, your future is at your feet. As long as you follow me, everything will be at your fingertips!"
Kolber was silent for a long time and sighed softly: "Master, it's unreasonable for a bastard like you to be struck by lightning and not degenerate into a monster."
"Fallen? Why?"
Don Juan laughed softly: "How can you feel dirty about me?"
"Let's go back and give Ye Zi a gift."
Don Juan fastened his tie again and smiled happily: "I'm really looking forward to it. Will Ye Zi be shocked when he sees what I look like now?"
He pushed open the door and walked into the banquet hall.
…
The banquet ushered in the climax.
Ms. Patty, a singer from Trinity Choir, was invited to perform at this grand ceremony.
This soprano singer who gave up music theory and musicianship to focus on singing and melody is already an out-and-out master in the music industry. She leads the choir in singing hymns during the papal sermon at the Winter Veil every year.
The song is likened to the holy light of heaven, shining on the world and redeeming souls.
Under the soft light, Ms. Patti, who was dressed in a long dress, took the stage and bowed slightly, receiving cheers and exclamations.
The old female singer has white hair, but her grace has not diminished. On the contrary, her whole person is full of nobility. When she stands on the stage, she does not look like an actress, but like the master of the stage and the emperor.
The audience bowed their heads in piety to her, thirsting for her singing voice as if they were thirsting for nectar.
"You were able to invite Ms. Patty?"
Baird looked at Bertrand: "Since the year before last, Madam, except for the annual winter evening prayers, she has almost stopped showing up. During our country's celebration last year, I personally invited her to the door, but she refused."
"That's because you don't have enough dignity."
Bertrand smiled triumphantly, his expression full of pleasure. Today he invited Baird over, and what he looked forward to most was his expression now.
Worth it!
It’s worth it!
Seeing his proud look, Baird couldn't help but cursed a few bastards in his heart. But soon, he regained his composure.
The singing on the stage has already begun.
Ms. Patty opened her mouth and sang softly to the gentle violin melody.
The singing voice was like gorgeous silk blending into the spring water, spreading in all directions along with the soft melody.
As if it falls on the soul, it invigorates the person, the skin trembles, the five internal organs sway with the rhythm, and you are immersed in the song.
No one had ever thought that a movement stripped of power and ether could be so beautiful that it almost makes people cry.
The singing gradually began, like streams converging into a river.
The gorgeous singing voice pulled everyone's consciousness to tremble together, and merged into the solemn singing with the choir behind her.
The Habanera music from the far north resounded in everyone's ears, making their hearts sway. What's even more frightening is the waves that spread out in the melody.
That's the power of ether!
All the musicians present could feel that this was not a performance that complied with music theory, but a simple chant.
But in this chant, there is a mysterious magic power, which is summoned by the ether, and along with the melody, it transforms into a sacred light, shining in all directions.
In that sacred light, everyone felt as if they had been baptized. The depression and irritability in their hearts were swept away. There was no darkness anymore. They were refreshed and lively, as if they were young again.
Among the musicians in the audience, an old musician smiled bitterly and shook his head and sighed: "So has Patty's accomplishments reached such a terrifying level in recent years?"
Unconsciously, he was left far away and could only see her back.
Now, she only relies on her singing voice, without any pretense of music theory, to mobilize the ether purely with the spirituality in the melody.
Even among the ascetic monks in the Holy City, not many can reach this level!
After becoming an official musician at the age of sixteen, Patty gave up music theory and became obsessed with melody. But no one expected that Patty's understanding of music theory has reached such a profound level over the years.
After several years of silent cultivation, this world-famous singer has relied on his own insights to break through the resonance level, and even reached the distortion level in one fell swoop.
Otherwise, how can the idea contained in the melody reach the level of resonance in the ether
That is a miracle created by the ether being tamed by the melody and spontaneously following the singing! Use human will to control the ether, and use self-perception and belief to create the light of heaven.
Many musicians present were envious and their hearts were bleeding.
Everyone knows that Ms. Patty’s road to the top has been smooth.
She has found her theme.
As long as she gets through the completion stage, there will be no problem in creating Chapter of Destiny. In just a few years, a new master will emerge in the Holy City.
Even among the masters, she is the best!
And right in the banquet hall, the performance was about to reach its climax.
Everyone was immersed in the singing, closed their eyes and listened, guided by the singing, as if bathed in divine light.
If the a cappella singing just now was just a small test, then as the melody progresses, the waves of ether become more and more heroic.
And at that moment, many musicians felt something in their hearts and raised their heads in unison, staring at the stage.
Substantial etheric fluctuations linger around Patty, interweaving complex and melodic light.
Breakthrough!
A breakthrough is coming!
Patty unexpectedly comprehended a deeper musical theory during this performance, and was about to break through the shackles and take that crucial step towards the realm of a master!
In the low-pitched atmosphere she led, there was some magnificent power accumulating.
The divine power is bred in it, so huge and so holy, it seems to be forging a road to the kingdom of heaven!
Seeing all this, everyone suddenly took a breath of air.
Still underestimated her!
She has been focusing on faith and hymns for so many years, but she didn't expect that she would accumulate it to such an extent. With all her accumulation... I'm afraid there will be a new master in the Holy City tomorrow!
Anyone who can witness a musician breaking through the shackles of distortion and stepping into the realm of a master will be extremely excited. Everyone immediately concentrated and prepared to witness this legendary moment!
And now, amid the weeping, almost suffocating sad melody and singing, everyone is waiting with bated breath, being pulled by the singing, as if they have fallen to the border of despair with the protagonist.
That power accumulates, accumulates, accumulates again, suppresses, suppresses, suppresses again.
Until the end, the air was almost frozen and everyone was breathless.
As if anticipating the earth-shattering explosion that would follow, they all couldn't help clenching their fists and closing their eyes to prepare for the violent storm at the highest peak.
At that moment, radiant flames emerged from Patty's body, and divine light fell from the sky.
Patty took a deep breath and gathered a lifetime of understanding and belief. The high-pitched singing voice was brewing in her throat, ready to rise into the clouds in the next moment of passion!
Countless ethers cheered and gathered from all directions, like a substantial sea of ethers emerging, interweaving the light and shadow of the melody.
And at that moment...
Everything came to an abrupt end.
Because a suffocating silence came.
Those who closed their eyes and listened, devoted themselves wholeheartedly to singing, and welcomed the final arrival of the violent storm were stunned.
there is none left!
The singing is gone! The melody is gone! There is no sound at all!
The huge gap drove them almost crazy.
They devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the song, and the extremely suppressed emotions they had accumulated could not be released, which almost made them vomit blood. They were so bored that they felt sick and their vision went dark.
There was no explosion in silence.
That melody perished in silence!
Everyone opened their eyes in shock and stared blankly at the stage.
Ms. Patty looked at her blankly.
Her lips opened and closed, but no sound came out.
She froze on the spot, her face turning green and white, and the power that had been compressed to the extreme could not be released and was raging in her body.
Suddenly, her skin cracked inch by inch, and blood-colored mist spurted out from her pores. Thick blood flowed from the seven orifices.
She doubled over, vomited profusely, and collapsed to the ground, twitching and unable to move.
The music theory rioted and was not released at that moment, so she destroyed herself, and her heartbeat was defeated by her own power!
A lifetime of hard work, a lifetime of insights, and a lifetime of hard work were all buried in this silence.
In the dead silence, Bertrand was the first to react, stood up and roared.
"What are you still doing? Save people! Save people quickly!"
Apart from this kind of thing during the National Day ceremony, it has to be said that there is a lot of bad luck! And it also involves world-renowned singers...
His mind was spinning, thinking about how to deal with the aftermath of this matter.
But as soon as he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong.
wrong…
Totally wrong!
Because he didn't hear his own voice.
He looked around dully, opened his mouth, and roared, but there was no sound. It was like the sound was swallowed up by some terrible monster, and even the sound of breathing was frozen.
Everyone was aware of this chaos and wanted to scream in confusion, but no sound could be made.
The champagne and plates fell to the ground and were trampled to pieces, but still silently.
No sound, no sound at all!
Nothing is frozen.
In this sudden silence!
What's going on
All the musicians stood up and looked at each other, but they could not sense any changes in music theory. All the movements seemed to have no effect. The notes were swallowed up by the cold silence as soon as they were born.
There seemed to be an invisible black hole in the air, swallowing up all power.
They clearly feel that the ethers still exist, and they can sense that the ethers cover the entire world everywhere. But the ether that used to move with the heart did not respond at this moment, resisting all calls.
It's like... falling into a deep sleep!
This silence came out of the blue like a ghost.
And now, it is still spreading.
A few moments ago, they were born from an unknown place, and then spread in all directions. The terrible cold silence expanded.
In an instant, it swallowed up the entire huge embassy area.
If you look down from the sky, you will find that at this moment, there is a huge hole in the Great Barrier of the Holy City.
The hole covered the entire embassy area, forming a perfect circle.
So perfect, so quiet.
It was as if the kingdom of death had opened its door, and everything in the world fell into sleep.
While sleeping, someone quietly turned over.
The next moment, the piercing alarm sounded in the central church!