It was a noisy afternoon.

In the port of Caen, an iron ship is stationed in the port, and the port is full of people.

The blazing afternoon sun shone down from the sky, and the people by the window thought it was dazzling, so they closed the curtains, and also blocked the noise and prying eyes outside the cabin.

In the dimly lit cabin suite, the young man looked back at the old man across the table.

The old man pulled out an open letter from his sleeve, placed it on the table, and slowly pushed it towards the young man.

The young man yawned lazily and raised his eyes:

"Master Bono, what do you mean by that?"

"That's what the dean meant. ”

Master Bono looked coldly at the young man opposite, and his voice was hoarse: "Take it back, Colt, the academy can be blameless." ”

Colt looked down, looked at the envelope, reached out and rubbed it, and couldn't help but smile.

He pushed the letter back with a cold voice: "I have written very clearly in the letter, master, I am not a good person of the school, and I cannot afford the high hopes of the academy, so I choose to withdraw. Why should the academy be reluctant?"

"Do you know what you're talking about, Colt?"

Master Bono's eyes darkened: "For hundreds of years, there has never been such a precedent in the Academy. If you inherit the music theory of the School of Secrets and make a vow, then you will be a part of the School of Secrets for the rest of your life, and the only way to quit is to die. ”

"You're young and don't understand the cost, and the Academy is willing to forgive you if you take this letter back. We are not to blame for the past. ”

His tone was so cold that even the air became piercing, but Colt still didn't move, just looked at him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more mocking.

"Forgiveness? ”

He smiled and shook his head: "I have never heard this word when I was unknown. Once I became famous, the whole world seemed to be merciful, full of tenderness and love.

It's a pity that this compassion came too late!"

He snapped his fingers, flicked the letter back into Master Bono's arms, and said coldly, "Please go back, Master Bono, I won't go back to the Secret Keeper School again." Or ......"

He paused, and the smile became meaningful:

"You can choose to forcibly take me back?"

Master Bono frowned, a chilling chill flashing in his eyes. In the silence, his fingers lifted slightly, but they froze in the air, and in the silence, the air in the empty cabin seemed to freeze.

In the suites on either side, there is a faint sound of the sword blade clattering.

After a long time, his raised fingers slowly put down, and he looked at Colt coldly, and the anger in his eyes was forcibly pressed down, turning into gloomy: "Colt, do you think you can go to the Holy City safely?"

Colt smiled: "Do you dare to touch me?"

Since the end of Auschwitz, Colt has been known as a hero, and many deeds such as sacrificing himself to save many musicians, and decisively seizing the opportunity to severely damage the fallen saint Paganini have added a layer of brilliance to his image.

In particular, as a hero who stopped the scourge and usurped human territory, and a musician who showed amazing abilities in the trials of the Holy City, the Holy City will also grant him the movement of the 'Emperor', and his path to the scepter has been cleared, as if he were already a future saint.

In particular, he joined the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith, and was so trusted that he was awarded the position of confidential secretary of the Papal Office before even performing the official ceremony, and his future was great.

In this case, even if the Secret Keeper School or even the Rock Iron Academy wanted to do anything to him, they had to consider the attitude of the Holy City in three ways.

Otherwise, Colt would now be faced not with the words of Master Bono, but with the sword of the Silent Ones, an assassin bred by the School of the Secret Keepers.

Colt knows better than anyone that the Secret Keeper School can't do anything about itself!

"Shall we move you?"

Master Bono looked at the arrogant smile on the corner of his mouth and slowly shook his head: "Colt, don't you know better than anyone else who wants to move you?"

Otherwise, why would you hide your whereabouts, pretend to be a nobleman, and hide in this ship full of immigrants to the Holy City? Even the Guardian School needs to use a lighthouse to find you.

Who are you hiding from such a secret whereabouts?"

Colt didn't answer, just waved his hand disinterestedly, and almost asked a master to leave.

"Since you're obsessed, there's nothing to talk about. Hopefully you'll get what you want, Colt. ”

Master Bono was not angry, but simply got up coldly and turned to leave.

It's just that, at the moment when he pushed the door out, he seemed to be unintentional, and glanced behind Colt, which was empty and empty.

He sneered and closed the door.

The gray-clad master was like an old traveler, walking overtime with his cane, rubbing shoulders with the sailors who carried supplies and water. Passing through the migrants and vendors who were basking in the sun working overtime, they stepped off the boat and blended into the harbour bazaar.

Soon, behind him, the iron wheel roared and sailed away from the port.

Bono stared into the distance of the iron wheel, the corners of his mouth moving lightly under his white beard.

"Did you hear that? Heisenberg, what a good student of yours. ”

Thousands of miles away, in the ashram, Heisenberg opened his eyes, he had been observing Master Bono from the lighthouse, and naturally he had witnessed everything Colt had said.

He smoked his pipe in silence, and after a long time, he sighed indifferently: "It was my mistake, I didn't expect that there was wolf blood in the bones of the cub."

I underestimated him. ”

"It's time to clean up. ”

Master Bono said coldly: "The secret music theory of the lighthouse is the core of the Secret Keeper School, and it must not be left out. ”

"No, you don't. ”

Master Heisenberg closed his eyes again.

"A dog that turns into a wolf looks majestic and out of the limelight, but when the ambition in his belly is satisfied, he will begin to feel weak and afraid......"

"Trust me, Bono, he'll regret it. Soon. ”――

With Bono gone, silence returned to the cabin.

In the silence, Colt stood up and bowed respectfully to the air behind him, "Thank you for your help, Master Philip. ”

In the suites on either side, two burly blood-clad priests slowly walked out.

Beneath their red robes, the right arm of the sword press is a prosthetic limb made of metal—technology from the Chainsaw Monks that gives them unimaginable strength and near-immortal limbs.

They came to the front of the door, bowed their heads, and said nothing, like stone statues.

And right in front of Colt, the wizened old man came out of the illusion.

He was hunched over and on crutches, skinny and skinny, and his flabby face was full of wrinkles and spots.

But his eyes were pure white, and those eyes were cold, as if they wanted to penetrate every secret in people's hearts, which made people feel furious.

"I don't need to be grateful, it's just a duty. ”

He coughed softly: "After so many years, this is the first time that the Congregation of the Faith and Doctrine has recruited outsiders, and it is also a future saint. Talents are rare, so it is natural to be cautious. At the Rock and Iron Academy, I'll send a warning in the name of the Order when I go back, so don't worry. ”

He paused, and then his voice was solemn:

"It's just that I hope this doesn't happen in the Congregation of the Faith, understand?"

Colt's smile did not change, and his head lowered even deeper: "Please rest assured, Mr. Philip, leaving the Congregation of the Faith, is there still a place for me in this world?"

Master Philip's expression became more and more satisfied, and he patted him on the shoulder: "If this is the case, a young talent like Colt like you can shine anywhere."

We are fortunate that you have chosen the Congregation of the Faith. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, each with their own thoughts in their stomachs.

Soon, there was a knock on the door, a letter was stuffed under the door, and the footsteps quickly walked away.

After the two guards examined the secret mark, they gave the letter to Philip, who didn't say anything and gave the letter to Colt. Soon, Colt's complexion soon became unsightly.

"Unexpectedly...... Woke up so soon?"

His eyes changed, and soon, he returned to normal.

"Are you worried about Anglo's new sword-wielder?" asked Philip, "indeed, if he were to use the sword in the stone recklessly, it would be a problem. ”

"Don't worry about that. ”

Colt shook his head: "As far as I know: he inherited the music theory of the Shixin School, everything is built on the 'Xiaoyuan', after Xiaoyuan is broken, he has been abolished, and it is still a question whether he can be a formal musician, not to mention the sword in the stone." ”

"Is that so?" Philip bowed, "Anglo may have a grudge against you, right?"

"Even if they hold a grudge, they can't do anything about it. ”

Colt sneered: "I am now the first of a new generation of musicians, and His Majesty the Pope is about to canonize and reward the future saints. Are they going to do it to me for a wasted person, risking the accusations of the nations and the sanctions of the Holy City?"

Even though he said that, for some reason, there was still a panic in his heart.

He sat back in his chair, silently pondering where the panic had come from.

But what always appeared in my heart was the empty pupils.

In the shackles of the past, the young man's face was pale, reflecting the blood flowing from the girl's body, and his empty eyes were dyed a layer of red.

It's like a child palace that gives birth to a bad baby.

Something terrible, at that moment, sprouted in it......

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door, and his shoulders trembled, as if awakened from a nightmare, and he instinctively looked at the door, his eyes revealing a grim look.

At the door, the two priests guarding the door glanced at each other, and one looked into the peephole in the door.

"Who?"

Outside the door was a barely well-dressed waiter crew, but the corners of his clothes were a little worn, his trousers were washed white, and he held an iron plate in his hand, which contained two hot quick-frozen steaks and some food that could only satisfy his appetite:

"Guest, you called for dinner. ”

They looked at each other, one pressed his sword and leaned against the door, and the other opened the door. Outside the door, the waiter handed the food to the priest and looked like a real waiter.

But just as the door was about to close, the waiter suddenly stretched out his hand, stuck the door, and dug one hand into his arms.

"Wait a minute......"

He said. (To be continued.) )