In the silence of the secret room, in the darkness, there was the crisp sound of iron pieces rubbing against each other.
Like pebbles knocking against each other.
After two collisions, a wisp of fire was born from it. The tiny fire was like a candle in the wind, illuminating Newton's dull face and the scars in his hands that were barely healed.
"It's fire."
He looked at the flames floating in the sky above his palm, as if he had never seen fire before, and the joy on his face was like a child's.
Following the movements of his five fingers, the heavy iron block on his arm glowed with a faint light, and the notes could be faintly seen flickering on and off, pushing a wisp of flame to change in a predetermined way, sometimes turning into a ring, sometimes turning into a ring. Form a square…
This is the simplest note application.
-flame.
It was obviously an alchemy equipment that even apprentices looked down upon, but Newton had a great time playing with it, until the high temperature emitted by the heavy iron block on his arm was no longer intolerable, and the noise was harsh... CRACK BANG A sound.
The flame went out.
A crack opened in the square iron block.
Newton's expression suddenly stiffened, showing a mixture of disdain and regret.
The lights slowly turned on, illuminating the secret room where he had been hiding these past few days, as well as Ye Qingxuan, who was lazing on the old sofa. Seeing that Newton had finished his experience, Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes: "How do you feel?"
"Feel?"
Newton took the iron block off his arm with great difficulty, weighed it in his hand, and finally threw it into the corner with disgust: "God-like direction, shit-like design. So crude and crude that I doubt how its designer has any self-respect. Live in this world.”
Ye Qingxuan's expression suddenly became helpless.
He knew that the old man was scolding him in various ways, but there was nothing he could do about it. In this regard, Newton was at the level of the founder, and Ye Qingxuan's accomplishments were not even worthy of carrying his shoes.
This old bastard really holds a grudge...
He curled his lips, stretched out his hand, and recalled the heavy square iron block on the ground into his hands. The iron block can be hung on the arm through the gap in the middle. It looks like an overly large bracelet, or... a shackle.
But now it seems that the shackles are broken.
Before the remaining warmth dissipated, Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and cut open the iron shell, revealing the densely packed gears and tiny machine springs underneath, and inspected it carefully.
"Don't look anymore, the conduction system is overheated." Newton sneered, "You miscalculated the ultimate stress of the metal."
"No, the calculation is correct. I checked the entire formula several times to make sure it is foolproof."
"There's something wrong with that formula itself. It's better to say that what was written in the textbook was wrong from the beginning." Newton sneered: "Guys like you who rely on rote memorization like to make this kind of mistake."
"Okay, okay, you're right, you're right."
Ye Qingxuan spread his hands: "Anyway, it's just a consumable for demonstration. It's good that the free version without payment can be like this. What about you, Newton, are you satisfied with this 'musician experience' that only lasts a few minutes?" "
Newton was silent for a long time, then laughed softly: "Of course."
"I didn't expect that one day I would be able to experience what it's like to be a musician. Yes, Ye Qingxuan, it's very good. I'm starting to believe what you said."
He paused and looked at the weird "bracelet" made purely of machinery in Ye Qingxuan's hand, his eyes becoming greedy and longing:
"...the door to the new world."
Under the dim light, the strange bracelet was lifted up by Ye Qingxuan's index finger and rotated lightly on the fingertip.
A vague line of thought could be vaguely seen extending from it, disappearing into the void that was difficult to observe with the naked eye.
Covered by Avalon's huge barrier, the thought thread penetrated deep into the nine-layer ether sea and extended deeper into the barrier.
In the turbulent waves of the etheric sea, the nameless thing connected to the thought thread revealed a huge and ferocious outline. It suddenly appeared and then disappeared without a trace.
It's like it never happened.
That is the realm of scepters hidden in the reflection of the sea, the "heaven on earth" where the power of natural disasters gathers, or... a key link that forms the "net of ether".
In the silence, Newton's eyes changed, and he didn't know what to think about. After a long time, he asked: "Is this what makes you confident enough to start mentioning the 'Mass Production War Musician' again? No, even this plan is just a shell. Just use it to cover up your true purpose..."
He paused and uttered the forbidden word:
"—artificial musician!"
"You actually grasped the essence of the 'Ethernet' so quickly?" Ye Qingxuan sighed softly: "He is indeed the strongest engineer in Anglo."
"It's not 'Angru', it's 'Worldwide'."
Newton corrected expressionlessly, his eyes falling on the "bracelet" spinning on Ye Qingxuan's fingertips, and he recalled the note that Ye Qingxuan had read to him before he experienced it.
If the sect knew about this notebook, it would burn it at all costs, burning everyone who had touched, seen, heard, or even come within ten meters of it.
It was the work of Hermes before his death.
—The Ethernet!
After getting inspiration from Ye Qingxuan, as an apology and reward, Hermes created a grand blueprint tailored for him.
An idea... destined to be incompatible with this world!
If this only exists in the Hermetic Illusion, with only a few formulas, and even without specific ideas and details, it can really be completed and created by Newton... The taboo proposition of "artificial musician" will be Be completely completed and become a reality.
A new world is at your fingertips!
Abraham's interpretation method, the newly built branch of the Royal Academy of Music, the "mass-produced war musicians" who were scorned by everyone and waited to see the joke, and even the "Genesis" that refused to return the Holy City, the "Heaven on Earth" hidden in the reflection in the sea...
Everything is laid out around the completion of the "Ethernet".
As a taboo proposition among taboo propositions, "artificial musicians" has always been the most obscure research. No matter how many orders the cult made, the Silent Agency searched for key criminals all over the world, and how many heretics were burned to death on the stakes of the Inquisition, there were still people who came one after another, eager for this result.
Even the black musicians were people who were limited by their own abilities and sought natural disasters from the very beginning
In the final analysis, it is because of the lack of one's own "talent".
On this road, no matter how hard you work, how much effort you spend, or even borrowing foreign objects, you can never guarantee smooth and smooth walking.
Because everything is already destined.
As early as birth, everything is already determined. People with qualifications are destined to be better than those without qualifications, and those with famous bloodlines are destined to be superior to ordinary people.
Unless someone is amazingly talented and beautiful enough to break this theorem, they can only be buried among all living beings. And how many such people are there
Since ancient times, there have been few.
What you desire at all costs, others are born with.
This is the most painful thing for pursuers on this road.
Musicians are people who pursue the great source, but more often than not, you don’t choose the great source, but the great source chooses you.
Those who cannot become apprentices long to become apprentices, and those who become apprentices long to advance to become musicians. After becoming formal musicians, they pursue the power of music theory. After distorting reality, they desire to create legends. After creating legends, there is the advanced scepter to become a powerful person. After becoming a saint, can I advance to the Three Kings after becoming a saint
Musician level nine.
Under every step lies the hard work of countless people.
It is precisely because of this that all talents are so eager for blood. In order to reach the Great Source, Eastern musicians have placed their self-pursuit and lifelong music theory in their blood. The nine surnames of the Dragon Vein have been passed down from generation to generation, but so far no one has been able to truly advance. Entering the Great Source... Not to mention how many schools in the West have made countless attempts over the years to obtain stronger power and better talents.
For example, Ye Qingxuan once saw the Hauser brothers in Romulus, "Beast Fusion", the son of the beast "Caspar Hauser" created with pure animality. The Dragon Stone School, which has used animal nature as food for generations, has invested in the secret realm to raise the snakes in the atrium... Even the Stone Heart School, where Ye Qingxuan belongs, did not hesitate to implant Xiao Yuan in order to enhance his own abilities.
Among so many studies, some have violated taboos, some have deftly skirted around the edges, some have been exposed to the light, and some have resisted the pressure of the Holy City and worked behind closed doors.
In the end, "talent" becomes the "shackles" of the musician, and the division of the nine levels of musicians does not require any extra design at all, it is already destined at birth.
The difference between genius and mortal is far greater than the difference between lapis lazuli and clay.
This is also the reason why alchemy, which can turn stone into gold, is so popular. The earliest proposition of the classical school of alchemy founded by Hermes is to turn oneself into gold like a clod of soil, sublimating it to a higher form.
There is no musician who does not long for freedom from this shackles.
Ye Qingxuan once saw the hundreds and thousands of towering bell towers in the Holy City, and also personally experienced the wonderful experience after the blessing of the bell tower. His own strength increased, as if he was one with the Holy City, and he directly crossed several stages to arrive. into the realm of masters.
Blessed by the bell tower.
Each bell tower is enough to create a master in an instant, and thousands of lighthouses are enough to create thousands of masters. Now all the masters in the world multiplied by three times, I'm afraid they can't build as much as the Holy City in an instant.
The principle behind it is the "Fifth Concerto" that is engraved in the core of the bell tower, one of the powers of the "Red King", and is called the "Emperor" movement.
Once the movement is played, it is like the coronation of an emperor, allowing mortals to ascend the throne and enjoy the grace of the sea and the glory of the world.
If the Red King plays it himself, he can even directly give the elements to an apprentice, making his path to the scepter smooth.
Bach, the King of Blue, can decide the life or death of any musician once he expands his restricted area. He does not even need any movement, and can knock the musician down with just a thought.
The areas that the Yellow King can influence are even more terrifying. His power directly acts on the sea of ether. Even if he is far away in the horizon, he can control the ether density of various countries through his own power...
This is one of the reasons why the Three Kings are terrifying.