The streets were crowded with people.
On Queen's Road, half of the shops are open for business and the remaining half are being restored.
Although they were barely open for business without repairs, after inspections, the scholars decided to rebuild these dilapidated buildings with cracks in their load-bearing walls and foundations.
The heaviest work can be left to the changing musicians, and most of the problems can be solved with just one recasting movement. The remaining finishing parts can be left to the workers.
As a result, scaffolding was erected densely, and dust of lime and dust fell from the heights, seeming to penetrate into the hot afternoon sun.
The weather is starting to get hotter.
But the messenger in gray clothes still covered his whole body in the uniform, only his hands and face were exposed, as if he couldn't feel the temperature, and his face was still serious.
The carriage stopped outside the Royal Academy of Music. After passing through the gate, only members of the royal family were allowed to walk.
This is a rule left by the previous principal.
The new principal who just took office obviously had no intention of changing it. Instead, he ordered it to be maintained and strictly implemented.
The messengers leading the way were former members of the fifth department. In the past, these elite members who were good at assassinations and special operations were called organists. After the new person in charge took office, they received a new badge, and because of the golden beast on the badge, they were called the "Royal Hound."
"According to formal diplomatic regulations, diplomats from the Holy City need to issue an announcement to our country's foreign affairs department three days in advance. After our confirmation, we will then agree on a time to formally hold talks. But since you submitted your application one day in advance, you can only You have arranged this informal private meeting at the Royal Academy of Music, and hope that the religious group can abide by the diplomatic etiquette of both parties and prevent such mistakes from happening again."
The man who called himself "Richard" led the way, while holding a notebook full of notes in his hand, emphasizing important things to them:
"Your Highness has a tight schedule and you only have half an hour. Tell us what you need directly and don't beat around the bush. Your Highness hates people wasting time."
"During the talks, His Highness will not express his views on state affairs and bilateral diplomacy, nor will he interfere in our country's official relations with the Holy City."
"In order to ensure the safety of both parties, please do not bring iron tools, and please take out any alchemy equipment. We will keep it for you."
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"As for etiquette, His Highness doesn't care about these, and he is not receiving the meeting in an official capacity. The two parties will have talks as members of the religious order and just perform the teaching rituals."
After passing through the squares and corridors, and over the tree-shades and lawns, there was a roar in the distance. It was the loud sound of machinery ramming earth and pounding the foundation.
Richard's footsteps stopped suddenly and he looked behind him at the silent Raymond and the increasingly nervous Norman: "Here we are, His Highness is waiting for you in front. I will be here in half an hour."
Raymond just nodded slightly:
"Thank you."
As they moved forward, the loud roar became clearer and louder.
On the flat land, large construction machinery is roaring. This is a large construction site.
The original wall at the rear has been demolished, and the scope of the academy has been extended outwards, including most of the royal gardens. The rockeries were shoveled away, the lakes were filled in, and the green plants were no longer there. Loess dust floated in the air, and everyone wore masks. The naked workers carried construction materials and expanded the college under the command of engineers.
The foundations of several buildings have been laid.
However, the newly built building is different from the classical style of the college. It maximizes the use of any area, and the entire outline is square.
Compared with other buildings, it is simply too utilitarian, and any architect with an artistic streak would frown upon seeing it.
Then, Norman saw the hand of God with whom he had a "fate" yesterday. But it was completely different from what he expected.
Not majestic, not cold, not even serious, but... bullying the disabled
From a distance, you can see him pointing at the young man in the wheelchair and cursing.
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"All dead?"
The white-haired young man was so angry that he jumped to his feet: "I told you to clean up, why the hell did you kill them all? After all, there are more than 200 people! All of them had myocardial infarction? Are you lying!"
"Calm down, you are already the Lord Privy Seal, why are you still yelling?"
The man in the wheelchair picked his ears carelessly and blew his nails lightly: "Is it my fault that you didn't speak clearly, okay? You left it to me to clean up, what else can I do? Keep it for next year's Winter Festival? It’s a lot of money to eat, drink and have sex.”
"Then it can't all be myocardial infarction!"
The white-haired young man stared: "Can't you think of some other excuses?"
"I'm not a medical examiner. Do I still need to buy a dictionary to check the cause of death?"
The man in the wheelchair made a "cut" sound, "Anyway, the mouth has been pried open, and all the information that should be given to you has been given to you. I also let you recover a large amount of state-owned assets, how good is it? Kill two hundred and leave the rest." You are so obedient. Now in the House of Lords, if you fart, there will be a group of people praising the smell of your fart. Don't you feel happy?"
"What about my reputation? It already stinks to the gutter, and you're throwing dirty water on me?"
"Tsk, it sounds like your reputation is better than yours."
The man in the wheelchair curled his lips, turned around, looked at the two people from the religious sect who were walking in the distance, and looked back: "Okay, let's stop talking. Isn't it me who takes the blame anyway? I'll get out of the way first. Trouble is coming."
The new principal waved helplessly.
The man in the wheelchair pushed the wheel at hand and left slowly. When he passed by, Norman saw his iron-gray eyes. With a playful smile, those eyes seemed to be turned away, which made people feel a little scared.
But soon, that feeling disappeared again.
Like an illusion.
Norman took a deep breath and looked up.
The young man who came forward with a smile.
But no matter what, it is difficult to connect this young man who does not look cold with his terrifying reputation.
The youngest president in the history of the Royal Academy of Music, the Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition, the powerful man who personally killed Leviathan and the Dark Lord.
Sword-bearer of Angelou, Prince of Avalon, Lord of the Seal, Savior of the Nation, Shadow Emperor, Marquis of Dragon Vein, Head of the Ye Family, Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition, Guardian of Justice and Righteousness, Person with Authority , Hand of God... Each title comes from an almost miraculous achievement.
In addition, he is still recognized as the most outstanding genius hundreds of years ago, the youngest master, and the strongest.
If you don't care about the factors, creating a legend and achieving a scepter is just a matter of seconds.
And while he was deep in thought, Ye Qingxuan was already close in front of him.
It was the first time that Norman was so close to him, but all he saw was the dust and sweat on his face.
"Sorry to meet in such a chaotic place."
Ye Qingxuan grabbed a handkerchief and wiped his hands clean, "It's a bit disrespectful, please don't mind it."
"Your Excellency is very busy with school affairs, so it's us who are the ones who are the ones who are the most abrupt."
Raymond shook hands with him with a warm smile, "With your guidance, the Royal Conservatory of Music will definitely be able to achieve greater glory."
Ye Qingxuan shrugged: "I was pushed to be the principal. To be honest, I have no experience. Currently, there is a shortage of musician resources in various places. The annual graduates of the Royal Conservatory of Music have no way to fill the gap. They can only build new branches and expand the staff. I only hope that external schools can establish After that, the situation can be alleviated in the future.”
Norman couldn't help but curl his lips in disapproval.
For hundreds of years, there has been no shortage of musician resources in all countries.
But the most critical reason is that people with musician qualifications are too rare and are destined to do so by birth. They can only be promoted sideways by increasing the population. If building more classroom buildings would solve the problem, then countries would have forced colleges to be built in every town.
As if there were eyes behind his back, Raymond turned around and glanced at him with a serious look, which made him quickly put away his arrogant attitude.
Sensing his expression, Ye Qingxuan didn't care. He just smiled and asked directly without any courtesy: "Bishop Raymond, there must be an important reason why you want to see me so urgently. I am currently in the religious order. Chuya still holds the false title of archbishop, and if he can help, he will never refuse."
Raymond was silent for a moment and nodded slightly: "Since Your Excellency is so candid, we won't be pretentious. To be honest, the two of us are responsible for important matters in the Holy City during this trip, and I hope you can cooperate with us."
Ye Qingxuan just nodded after hearing this, as if he didn't have any awareness or thoughts, and just asked:
"Then what?"
Raymond raised his old eyes and looked at him, his expression becoming serious: "We are here on behalf of the Ministry of Sacraments and the Sacred Artifact Depository. We hope that you can return Master Haydn's inheritance to the Holy City."
"This is easy to handle."
Ye Qingxuan nodded, waved and said: "Mr. Haydn is a respectable elder. He treats me like his personal disciple. I can't just sit back and watch the master's inheritance be cut off. Later I will have someone make a copy of Master Haydn's music and core music theory." , let the two of them be brought back to the Holy City so that Mr. Haydn’s music theory can be passed down for a long time.”
Raymond was silent.
Behind him, Norman couldn't help but frown.
"You know what I mean, Your Excellency."
Raymond said solemnly: "—We hope you can think of the overall situation and return Genesis to the Holy City."
Ye Qingxuan smiled, shook his head, and answered without thinking:
"Sorry, no."
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In the long silence, Raymond and the smiling young man looked at each other.
After categorically rejecting the Holy City's request without hesitation, this guy did not have any guilty conscience and did not avoid his sight. Instead, he assumed a frank posture and allowed them to look at him.
Norman also stood nervously behind Raymond.
The worst situation still happened - Ye Qingxuan refused to hand over the inheritance of "Genesis" and was not even willing to listen to any conditions.
After a long while, Raymond said: "You should know, Your Excellency, that Genesis is of great significance to the Holy City, and it is absolutely impossible to let it wander outside."
"I see."
Ye Qingxuan nodded: "But isn't the legacy of Saint Tchaikovsky still wandering outside? As far as I know, it has even fallen into the hands of the revolutionary army. And didn't the Holy City say that it would ensure that every country has a Is the saint sitting in charge? Please rest assured that Angelou will properly pass on this holy name to protect the country and ensure the stability of the Seven Seas in the North. Isn't this also the responsibility of Saint Haydn?"
"But this is against the rules."
"What's against the rules?"
Ye Qingxuan asked: "I defeated the natural disaster Leviathan for the Holy City and rebuilt the Inquisition. Am I not qualified to accept the inheritance of a saint?"
"This is something that only the Red King can decide."
"Then, please give me the order of the Red King."
Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and looked at Raymond's stiff expression, which was getting harder to look at.