In the same late night, in the silent room, there was only the sound of the fire burning.
Under the dancing firelight, Ye Qingxuan leaned on his bed, lowered his head and turned over the heavy book in his hand. In the silence, there was only the rustle of the pages.
In the shadow of the corner, Laura's figure emerged. Looking at his calm look, her slender eyebrows were raised slightly, and her tone was mocking: "You look confident."
Ye Qingxuan looked up and pinched his chin in confusion: "Is there something wrong?"
"Are you really planning to lead these guys into the fog to save the world?" Laura poured a basin of cold water on her, "Don't let me remind you how stupid that is."
"How is that possible? I didn't lose my mind and become crazy."
"But he looks no different than a lunatic."
Laura glanced at him and said coldly: "It's true that you want to save the world, but you have to have a plan, right?"
"Don't worry, there's always a plan."
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and continued reading: "In any case, since Angel has been silent, the fifth department is probably the only force that can change the situation. This is Maxwell's hard work. If even the fifth department loses control, , then it’s completely hopeless.”
"Is this your plan? Relying on a group of killers and spies? There are specialties in the art industry, Ye Qingxuan. The realm of demons is completely different from that of humans. Even murderous executioners and invincible warriors may not be able to withstand this situation. use."
"You don't have to worry about that."
Ye Qingxuan looked at the book, but smiled meaningfully: "They will come in handy, it won't take long."
In the long silence, there was only the faint sound of the book turning in Ye Qingxuan's hand.
Laura looked at his focused look and couldn't help but curl her lips:
"What on earth are you looking at?"
"this?"
Ye Qingxuan shook the book in his hand and smiled: "The music theory of a school called Dinar is an old school that originated from the Dark Ages. It has been developing in Burgundy over the years and has not had much contact with the outside world."
As Ye Qingxuan flipped through the pages, the faint moonlight appeared on the empty book.
The moonlight outlines the fine handwriting and music theory, and flows on the page, interweaving lifelike and detailed images.
It's like a musician's research notes, recording his own movements and research in detail.
For example, the crow tide formed by thousands of flying birds, the strange summer nights with countless strange feasts and noisy...
Weird rituals that transform people into nightmares, as well as research on various strange things, and even methods of communicating and trading with unknown beings in the etheric world.
As the pages of the book turn, the young musician described in the book gradually ages, and finally becomes the old musician at the end of the illustration.
After more than a hundred years of symbiosis with strange things, and even transformed into strange things, he has faintly transformed into a creature in the ethereal world.
"The 'essential fusion' inherited from the classical school?"
Laura sneered clearly: "This old topic from the old era has long been replaced by more subdivided fields, and it hasn't been eliminated yet? There is nothing to study in this dead end, right?"
"Some of the theories are quite interesting."
Ye Qingxuan shrugged, "Unfortunately, the direction is wrong. No matter how hard and scheming you are, it will just be like that. After the novelty disappears, it will be meaningless."
He closed the book and yawned: "Go to sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow."
Laura disappeared into the shadows.
He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
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Bang!
In the basement, Oden collapsed on the ground.
With the crisp sound of his head exploding, Mandel's body fell to the ground, scarlet and grayish liquid bursting out, falling on Oden's face, smearing his face pale.
The boiling brains fall into the mouth, bringing a disgusting salty taste.
He felt his eyes go dark and almost fainted on the ground.
He had no idea... what the hell was going on
Ever since Mandel's ceremony ended, the old man had been standing there in a daze, lost in thought, and the ether around him was constantly fluctuating.
Sometimes it's like talking to someone invisible, but my eyes are empty.
It's like his soul has been taken away long ago.
Until just now, his whole body was twitching and his head suddenly exploded.
With Mandel's death, the ether furnace in the center of the room cracked silently, the flame went out, pungent smoke filled the air, and the strangeness bred in the flame screamed and dissipated.
Mercury fell from the ceiling like rain.
Cold to the bone.
Oden trembled, staggered up from the ground, and rushed out the door.
We can't stay here any longer.
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In the early morning, Xavier woke up from bed.
The moist sea breeze seeped in through the cracks in the door, and moss was almost growing on the cold and clammy bedding.
He took a deep breath, rubbed his face, and felt a sense of relief.
Perhaps because of Master Mandel's assurance, he had not slept so well for a long time, as if he had come to life again and was no longer tired.
There was a knock on the door.
"Colonel, breakfast is ready."
The person outside the door said, "Would you like to bring it to your room?"
"No."
Xavier stood up and said calmly: "I'm going to the restaurant. You go ask Mr. Ye to come with me."
The footsteps outside the door faded away.
In this way, while eating breakfast, he could admire Ye Qingxuan's body being dragged out of the room. A corpse with aristocratic blood might be more noble, and it would not be bad if used as a meal.
He pulled out the dagger and shaved off the stubble that had just appeared in the mirror in the living room. Finally, he took a look at himself in the mirror, dignified and majestic as iron.
Xavier nodded with satisfaction.
These are the last hard days. After Ye Qingxuan is dealt with, there will be no more trouble. It is appropriate to welcome a new life with such an appearance.
No longer looking at the cracks on the mirror, he put on his coat and pushed out the door.
In the early morning, the cave monastery was silent.
In this lightless sea, only the torches on the walls were burning dimly, making no distinction between morning and dusk.
Many people had gotten up and were sitting in the corridors and rooms. The cook came with a dining cart and poured the cooked paste into their tin water glasses. Before it cooled down, they were spooned into their mouths.
After days of torture, everyone's face turned pale, with their heads lowered, sitting in the corner like prisoners, silently and not making any sound.
The heat is almost done.
Xavier pondered the next arrangements in his mind, walked across the aisle, and opened the kitchen door.
Then I saw Oden sitting in the corner.
The man who looked like a writer was sitting on a bench, sitting on pins and needles, his face was pale, and he was curled up in a ball tremblingly. When she saw Xavier coming in, she forced a smile but avoided his eyes.
Xavier was stunned.
An inexplicable coldness penetrated his collar, almost freezing him.
Something was wrong, but he couldn't tell it... he just felt that it was terrible.
Then, he heard a voice coming from the main seat.
"Sorry, I took your place."
The white-haired young man sat in the seat that originally belonged to him, cutting the fried tender beef on the plate slowly.
"I was quite hungry, so I didn't wait for you. I hope you won't be angry."
"Ye... Qingxuan?"
Xavier's face trembled and twitched.
For a moment, it was as if an invisible nightmare was attached to his body, draining away all his strength, causing panic to boil from his chest, and his eyesight became dim.
He subconsciously stepped back, but saw two people standing at the door at some point.
They looked at themselves indifferently and said nothing.
"sit down."
Ye Qingxuan pointed to the seat opposite him, "I brought some mushrooms on board, and I asked the cook to make soup. It tastes good. Drink it while it's hot."
Xavier stood stiffly in place for a long time, then trudged forward, pulled out his chair, and sat in that position.
A steaming cup of soup is exuding the fragrance of cream.
He picked up the spoon, but hesitated, not daring to take a bite. Soon, the hot soup that had just come out of the pot was covered with a layer of oil in the cold air, which was a pity.
"Aren't you hungry?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at him, stretched out his hand, and took the soup away: "Give it to me, I'm not full yet."
Xavier opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out.
In the silence, there was only the faint sound of Ye Qingxuan drinking soup.
After a long while, he put down the spoon and sighed contentedly.
“There’s a little too much cream, but it tastes so good. Praise the chef. After being tossed on the sea for so long, drinking a bowl of hot soup makes me feel alive. It’s a pity that you don’t drink such a good soup.” .”
Xavier was silent and put down the spoon in his hand stiffly, his fingers trembling slightly.
"I just discovered that this location is really good, right opposite my room."
Ye Qingxuan took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, as if chatting: "It would be very pleasing to the eye if a frozen corpse was dragged out of the room during breakfast."
In the silence, small sounds came from outside the door.
Someone moved a headless body out of the basement, dragged it bit by bit from the door, and dragged it to a distance. There was a faint muffled sound, like something falling into the sea.
"Now that the meal has been eaten, let's talk about business."
Ye Qingxuan looked at his pale face and said softly: "Things about the Burgundians."
The last chance of luck in Xavier's heart was wiped out.
His face was ashen.
It was as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant. He could no longer sit still and almost slipped off the chair.
Ye Qingxuan threw two passports on the table and a rolled-up travel guide. Looking at the harbor scenery on the cover, he smiled:
"Calais is a good place. It's like spring all year round and the warm breeze blows. When you open the window, you can see the harbor and wild cats basking in the sun on the eaves. You have chosen a good place for yourself. There is a house there, and With a money order of 400,000 pounds from the Order, you can spend the second half of your enviable life and buy a decent funeral. You can live a lifetime of peace and joy, away from all dangers and struggles. I have to say that you sold out your colleagues. Good price. They’ll thank you in hell.”
"enough!"
Xavier finally spoke up.
He clenched his fists and glared at Ye Qingxuan: "What do you know! I'm just doing it for..."
"It doesn't matter for anything."
Ye Qingxuan interrupted him, lacking interest: "I'm not interested in hearing your difficulties and excuses for betrayal. Anyway, you have already betrayed, haven't you?"