The afternoon sun fell from the sky, passed through the flower windows of the ceiling, and fell in the hall, but turned into a soft rainbow light, covering everything.
There was a dull atmosphere in the quiet and solemn hall.
On both sides of the hall, fourteen seats were filled with musicians from all over the world, some were old, some were in their prime, some were men or women, and the frustration and anger on each face were well concealed, but There was no way to stop the gloominess in their eyes. When they looked at each other, they couldn't help but sigh softly.
Outside the open door, the afternoon light flows over the square like water waves, weird and gorgeous, and the child statue on the fountain sprinkles water drops.
The young students were leaning on the benches, holding the newly issued textbooks in their hands, reciting the rules assiduously, and struggling to memorize the music theory that was completely different from the past. Although their expressions were sad, their spirits exuded an exciting atmosphere. Envy of youthful vitality.
During the breaks between reciting and studying hard, some people would raise their heads and look up in awe at the existence hanging high above the college, with longing in their eyes.
The slowly rotating miracle between the sky and the earth.
The rays of the scorching sun fell on the huge water-colored cube, and with the refraction of countless modules, it scattered on the ground, turning into ripples like ripples, as beautiful as heaven.
It was the embodiment of power, the crystallization of miracles, and proof of the existence of gods.
Natural Disaster·Net of Ether!
Through the open doors, the dullness in the hall and the liveliness in the square formed a sharp contrast.
In the long silence, a door in the hall opened, and an old musician walked out, shaking his head towards his companions who had been waiting for a long time, with a sad expression.
As soon as they saw him coming out, the musicians who had been waiting for a long time stood up and responded.
"Master Ambrose, how is the situation?"
"What does His Highness mean?"
"Is there no possibility?"
Master Ambrose sighed, "I never had the chance to meet His Highness the Prince. The only person I talked to from the beginning to the end was His Highness's deputy, Ms. Craft..."
"What! This is... too arrogant!"
The other musicians were shocked: "You represent all the schools of musicians in Anglia. Isn't it possible that he is not even willing to meet you in person?"
"I'm afraid it's disdain."
Ambrose smiled bitterly.
He sees things more clearly than anyone else.
The youngest master blushed anxiously and growled: "Your Highness is still unwilling to take back his life! Doesn't he know what he is doing? Isn't he afraid of becoming Angel's sinner and forcing all schools away?!"
Ambrose looked at him as if he were a fool: "Do you think he cares?"
The atmosphere became dull again, and everyone sat back in their chairs slumped. Some people were filled with indignation: "Does he have to push Angelou to a dead end?"
But more people looked sad. "This situation must not continue to spread. Our school has already lost half of its apprentices!"
"any idea?"
Someone sneered, "Three months of training can achieve what we have achieved in ten years. Don't the apprentices know it? Just the hurdle of becoming a formal musician, which school of thought dares to pat its chest and say that it will be overcome? All it takes is a nod. Okay, isn’t it clear which side has the power?”
"What kind of musician is that?"
The old musician roared angrily, "If you only know how to rely on that damn thing, you will only be limited by that thing. How can you pursue the path of the Great Source?"
"Who cares about the Great Source Road now?"
Someone sighed quietly, "Did you think about pursuing Dayuan when you were fourteen? At that time, all I could think about was becoming a formal musician, but no one liked me, so I could only study alone... If someone could let me advance , even if I am asked to be a black musician, I am willing."
Everyone was silent.
For a long time, the reason why the black musician has been repeatedly banned is because it is easy to achieve success.
As long as you are ruthless and kill enough, you will have stronger power.
Even those evil gods and natural disasters are easier to negotiate with than loan sharks, and sometimes they even advance remuneration.
The path revealed by the etheric network now exudes more than ten times the attraction compared to the black musician
Simply a hundred times, a thousand times!
There is no price required, as long as you offer your loyalty, sign a contract, and serve Angru for thirty years. If you regret it, you won't even lose your life, you will just lose your strength.
Some musicians will even use the Ethernet to break through their own barriers first, and then cut off the Ethernet to break through on their own. With the first experience, you will be sure of success the second time.
In just ten days, Angelo, no...all the schools in the West were blown to pieces by a sudden tornado. According to Beacon's statistics, more than a quarter of the apprentices have left their own school and gone to Angelo.
Of the remaining three-quarters, one-fourth were painstakingly cultivated by teachers without the need for external help, and the remaining one-half... were forcibly retained by various schools of thought.
But if the person stays, there is no use if the heart is not here, it can only have a temporary effect. His Highness the Prince has even informed all countries that he is willing to provide interest-free loans to those apprentices who are unable to leave due to the high penalty in their contracts! Even apprentices get free transportation to Avalon!
In just four days, half of Angelo's treasury was emptied by his squandering! The huge fleet floated along the ocean currents and headed for Angru.
The Royal Academy of Musicians has expanded four times, but it still cannot meet the demand. The royal family has specially approved six satellite islands near Avalon as branches of the academy, and construction has begun in full swing.
In just fourteen days, the number of royal musicians expanded to an incredible 40,000 people!
Forty thousand official musicians!
You must know that the largest scale in the history of the Royal Musicians was only three thousand people, more than ten times more!
Even if 35,000 of them are apprentices who will return to their original form after leaving the Ethernet, that is still a force that cannot be underestimated!
Thirty thousand official musicians!
Even with your eyes closed, it's enough to bulldoze an entire small country!
Of course there were spies sent by various schools of thought, but in the end Ye Qingxuan didn't care at all and was extremely generous and opened the outer connection of the Ethernet to them.
No worries at all about what secrets they might steal.
Soon, the senior leaders of each school discovered that the Ethernet was not an artifact at all, but a poison. Even if it was stolen, it would only harm them!
Not only did the spies not bring back many secrets, but the backbone of their own school was incited to rebel a lot by the information sent back. Even the spies turned into double agents and could not be trusted at all.
On the surface, various countries have issued warnings to Anglo. If the Ethernet is not removed, the trade blockade and economic blockade will continue for one day. But as a result, it became clear and dark, and I don't know how many people secretly conveyed benefits to Angelou.
Even the smuggling business under Ye Qingxuan increased more than ten times overnight!
Except for war, everyone else has done everything they can, but Angelou refuses to bow down. Not to mention restricting the spread of the Ethernet, he doesn't even soften his attitude at all.
All the schools of thought in the country collectively forced her to go to the palace, but in the end, she was dismissed by Laura without even seeing Ye Qingxuan's face.
"What exactly do you mean, Your Highness?"
Some people have completely lost interest in continuing to pester: "Can't you just give me an accurate answer?"
Ambrose was silent for a moment and then said: "Two options are to merge into the Ethernet and provide core music theory. His Royal Highness will open up middle-level permissions for us, allowing us to freely upload and modify the music of our own school. Or, 'Get out' '."
The last word was obviously Ye Qingxuan's original words.
He is no longer too lazy to deal with these old bastards in the country who can't see the situation clearly and rely on their elders.
In fact, he also said something later, "If you want to leave, Angelou will bear the travel and moving expenses, send gifts out of the country, and will never stop him."
Two choices are before everyone.
Everyone was silent and began to think again.
If you can't resist the general trend, you can only enjoy it... So, do you want to surrender to His Highness the Prince? It’s not that there are no examples ahead. The four schools that first took refuge in Ye Qingxuan have expanded six times in this short period of time!
After reaching six times, it’s not that I don’t want to continue to expand, but I can’t digest it anymore!
Although they lost their freedom, they gained strength and growth. Ye Qingxuan even personally revised the core music theory for them, increasing their inheritance efficiency by more than ten times!
Moreover, after the middle-level authority is opened, the main music theories of other schools can also be browsed at will... Although these things are not core music theories, in the past, even if only one note was leaked, countless people would fight to the death.
Now it's right in front of you, at your fingertips.
As for leaving Angelo, without being forced into a dead end, almost everyone would not consider it. Not everyone has the backbone of the illusion school from a hundred years ago.
How many years of connections, how many years of management, how many generations have it taken to take root, build a good school building, and create a good ether secret realm...
Because just saying "I don't want it" and not wanting it is simply stupid.
The masters who come here have made a thorough understanding of their own schools before setting off. They can draw a bottom line and accept it if it does not exceed the bottom line, so they can make decisions on behalf of the school.
Although if you stay, it will be like boiling a frog in warm water. Sooner or later, the school will become part of the Ethernet, and its own independence will disappear. But many elementary school factions have trouble even surviving. Now that they have the opportunity to flourish, you can figure out what choice to make with just a little thought.
Following the general trend, everyone looked at each other and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness as the wheels of history rolled over them.
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In the principal's office, Ye Qingxuan heard a knock on the door.
Laura pushed the door open and walked in, unceremoniously sitting on the chair opposite the desk. She took off the glasses on her face, threw them on the table, picked up Ye Qingxuan's teapot, poured herself some tea, and drank it all in one gulp. .
Nowadays, Laura, who works as a secretary in various agencies in Avalon, no longer wears the cumbersome dresses and long skirts of the past, but has put on a simple and serious outfit.
He also wore glasses on his face, his original long hair was tied up behind his head, and his pointed and slender ears were exposed, no longer concealing his identity as a half-blooded moon spirit.
Anyway, no one dares to say anything about this.
As a result, there was a strange scene in Avalon where the moon spirit wandered around the Inquisition every day, and the purification musician who guarded the gate even saluted her, which made people lament that the world was declining and people's hearts were not as old as before.
As if aware of the bad words in Ye Qingxuan's heart, Laura rolled her eyes and glared at him.
"Those old men have already done it." She took something out of her pocket and threw it over. "This is the finished terminal that the Royal Academy came up with at your request."
Ye Qingxuan reached out to catch it, looking at the heavy iron piece the size of a palm in his hand, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
"interesting… "