"Huh?"

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"I didn't find any clues after cleaning it up, and at the time I thought that the mole might be our delusion. ”

Ye Qingxuan whispered: "But now, I think...... It's possible that moles exist, but we didn't find out. ”

"It's unlikely. Wolf Flute shook his head, "After you made this point, Mr. Handel personally interrogated and investigated every key member of the Holy City. ”

"The result?" Ye Qingxuan asked, "Everyone is as innocent as water?"

"Although there are a lot of guys who eat inside and outside and damage the public and private interests, it is not without people who have been bought and installed by other departments of the Order. But there is no one who can really be called a spy of the revolutionary army.

Moreover, the silent agency itself has high requirements for those who join, and those who fail to pass the examination will never be able to enter the core. ”

Ye Qingxuan asked rhetorically: "What if you become a spy after entering the core?"

The wolf flute was silent.

"If a mole really exists......"

Ye Qingxuan stared at the dense crowd: "I'm afraid that all the plans and plans of the Silent Mechanism have long been lowered in Gaius's eyes. ”

Wolf Flute smiled bitterly: "But the existence of the traitor or not is still uncertain." ”

"If anything, that's the best thing about that guy. ”

Ye Qingxuan replied: "Because until you are defeated, you can't be sure where you will die, and you can't even be sure who your own people are in the midst of suspicion.

That's why you're coming to me, right? Because you can't tell who can be trusted. ”

"Is it really good that you're so confident?" sighed Wolf Flute, "Anyway, it's pretty much the same." You'd better work hard and keep an eye on me. ”

"Do you really think I'm an immortal and can do anything?"

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the black crowd outside the venue: "I have a good idea here: you arrest them all, and I'll tell you if there is Gaius in a month." ”

"Are you dreaming, friend?"

The wolf flute replied angrily, "Do you know how many people there are here, how much will it involve if I do order the arrest, how much pressure will it take? Before you find Gaius, I'll be locked up in the Mithril Cellar!"

"Then I can't help it. ”

Ye Qingxuan took a step back: "At least give me the permission to bless the bell tower, otherwise you really want me, a little interference-level musician, to go to Gaius?"

"Are you waiting for me here?"

The wolf flute's tone became helpless: "Forget it, my brother will be a grandson for you......"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him from a distance, he seemed to be in contact with somewhere, his face turned blue and pale, and he was obviously scolded bloody, and until the end, a low bell rang in Ye Qingxuan's ears.

The bell rang from the sacred city in the ether realm, passed through the ether sea, and fell into the material realm, but it was blessed on Ye Qingxuan's body, and in an instant, it merged into the inner music of his body, forming a huge structure.

With just a snap of his fingers, the newly forged Heart Music Chapter has transformed into the terrifying scale of the Destiny Chapter, which has swelled at least five times more.

If it weren't for the fact that most of them were sleeping, I'm afraid Ye Qingxuan would really not be able to suppress his huge strength at this moment.

But as long as Ye Qingxuan's mind moved, he could call on this huge force at any time.

Bell Tower Blessing!

It turned out to be a blessing from the clock tower!

The countless towers of the Holy City, each corresponding to the divine projection of the Aether Realm, can grant a musician a huge blessing, allowing him to temporarily reach the rank of master.

Its core power comes from the pillars of the sacred city in the etheric realm, and only the power held by the Red Kings of the past generations - the Fifth Concerto.

- 'The Emperor'!

Only this piece of music, known as the Emperor, can raise people to the rank out of thin air, and has such incredible power.

If the Pope himself played the entire chapter, he could even directly open up a blank territory in the etheric realm that was enough to condense the superior elements, and give it to the musician, so that the path of the scepter in the future would be unimpeded, which showed its horror.

Because of the ability to produce masters at any time, each tower is an invaluable strategic resource, and has always been firmly controlled by the various departments of the Holy City.

Even the towers are divided into three, six, nine and so on, and the one who now provides blessings for Ye Qingxuan is undoubtedly the best among them.

Soon, the wolf flute's weak voice sounded: "This time, I don't want to let go of the old face, you must at least start to play, don't grind foreign workers." ”

"Thanks!"

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand and strolled around the square along the road.

Even outside the square, the crowd is extremely dense, and walking through it feels unusually slow. Ye Qingxuan walked in it, only to feel that countless faces passed by, and after looking carefully, he felt in a trance after a few minutes, and he couldn't tell who was who at all.

In desperation, Ye Qingxuan sighed, took out the keychain, pressed his index finger with a sharp cut angle, and gritted his teeth and slashed it open.

This is also a blood shed for the Holy City, right?

The keychain cut a crack in the substance, and then, scarlet blood flowed from the fingertips, but the blood-colored texture was so weird, like mist and phantom, giving people a sense of ephemerality.

After merging with the Philosopher's Stone, the Heart Music Chapter began to spontaneously adjust his physique, and even the nature of the blood of heaven and man changed slightly.

Now, if you look closely, Ye Qingxuan's blood material is no less than some precious alchemy materials, and the unique attributes contained in it are enough to make countless alchemists salivate.

It is said that there was an ascetic monk in the East who was extremely accomplished in music theory, and after the completion of the chapter of fate, even the nature of the physical body changed, and it had a great attraction for demons.

His blood can be refined into a precious elixir that prolongs people's life for decades, so it is rumored that eating a bite of his flesh can not live forever.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but smile bitterly, I hope he won't be reduced to the level of becoming a cook in the future, right?

Soon, as his mind worked, the blood on his fingertips evaporated silently, replaced by a wisp of moonlight thoughts.

Bolero!

This time, Ye Qingxuan unscrupulously threw all the pressure on the bell tower, and directly advanced "Bolero" to the ninth measure, and in an instant, in the hallucinatory roar in his ears, thousands of moonlight thoughts spread out from his fingertips, formless, colorless, formless, colorless, and invisible, and the thoughts that were thinner than spider silk fluttered in the wind, covering most of the holy city in an instant.

Ye Qingxuan only felt that countless information was roaring towards him, almost bursting his head.

In a panic, he hurriedly withdrew most of his perception, only to appear in the square, and thousands of threads of thought extended from the sky, the earth, and the cracks in the walls, intertwined into a huge net that covered the sky.

Many people in the sect noticed the hidden fluctuations on Ye Qingxuan's body and looked at it one after another, but when they noticed the coat of arms on his neckline, they withdrew their gaze and ignored it, just thinking that he was the guard on the scene.

It's just that in the midst of a thousand messages and chaotic perceptions, Ye Qingxuan didn't find Gaius, but ...... Finally found Charles, who had been missing for a long time.

In the most central and densest place of the crowd, among countless devout believers, in the sacred and solemn atmosphere, there was a rat feces that spoiled this good soup.

Charles staggered forward, ignoring the dense crowd, like a wild boar rushing forward, and everywhere he passed, there was a mess.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry to pass it! Uncle come over for a while, this friend, you put your legs away, big brother, please hug the child, eh, friend, let one, let one...... Who's a child, why are you so rude, and adults are troublesome to take care of. ”

Like a salesman in a railcar pushing a cart selling inferior lunches, he trudged through mountains and rivers to the stone monument of fate in the center of the square.

Anyone with a modicum of common sense knows that you should never go to any popular tourist attractions during a long vacation, otherwise you will find yourself guilty.

But Charles was willing to die, and Ye Qingxuan could only sigh that he was full of courage, and prayed that he would not be killed by the angry believers.

But just as he was advancing, Charles suddenly fell on a dog eating, and knocked down the emaciated figure beside him.

The old-looking figure was wrapped in a robe and hooded, and his face could not be seen clearly. But he was pressed to the ground by Charles, and his eyes became cold.

"Ah, uncle, I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention. ”

Charles hurriedly got up, grabbed the uncle who wanted to get out, and helped him up from the ground: "Uncle, don't go, wait, I'll take you to the doctor, you are so old, what if something stubble? But don't look at nothing now, last year I heard that an old man fell down the steps, guess how to find it that night?"

The old man was entangled by him, and waved his hand angrily: "Let go!"

"Good, good!"

Charles let go of his hand in embarrassment, and diligently patted the dust off his body, not knowing what buckle had touched, only to hear a small clang.

Syllable!

An arm-thick steel grotesque creature fell from the sleeve of the old man's robe and tumbled to the ground.

"Oops, sorry. ”

Charles hurriedly picked it up from the ground and fiddled with it curiously: "What are you? The new folding crutch looks good in quality, but it is easy to be misunderstood, it looks like the assassination crossbow made by the alchemy master, if it weren't for the lack of trigger, I would be scared hahahaha!"

As he spoke, he smiled and patted the cylinder, and then in the old man's ugly face, he snapped, and something that seemed to be a trigger popped out.

"Uh......"

Charles was stunned, and his smile stiffened: "This ......"

"Catch him!"

The wolf flute shouted in the communication channel: "Don't let him run!"

Before the words fell, the old man turned around and ran, incredibly fast, shuttling back and forth in the dense crowd, and ran dozens of meters in an instant.

Several ambushed musicians in the crowd hurriedly chased after them, but they couldn't catch up in the crowd. Along the way, there were constantly people covering for him, and even blocked in front of the trackers, and the old man disappeared in an instant when he saw the old man blend into the crowd.

"Damn, you can't do it!" the wolf flute roared angrily.

The robe that the old man was wearing was the standard of the Holy See, and once he blended into the crowd, he couldn't find it at all.

But in the chaos, Ye Qingxuan suddenly pounced and held down an unattractive person at the very edge of the crowd - it was a young man who looked no different from the old man, and even his clothes were completely different.

"Don't move!"

Immediately afterwards, Ye Qingxuan slashed his fist, shattering the joints of his limbs in an instant, and then the Forbidden Sect sealed him. In the midst of the struggle, a mask fell from his face, revealing the old face of the gloomy.

It was the old man just now.

But Ye Qingxuan frowned after carefully looking at it and checking it again and again.

"Wolf flute, this is not Gaius. ”

"What?!"

The wolf flute was stunned.

Soon, the old man was taken away by the Silent Mechanism, and the riot quickly subsided.

Of course, Charles' assassination crossbow was also confiscated, but fortunately, it was not taken away for investigation.

Then, the wolf flute couldn't help but start cursing.

"Damn, it's not Gaius, we've caught a bastard who wants to assassinate the Asgardian ambassador! The reason turned out to be blood revenge!" "The wolf flute roared, "Their clan feud ran to the Holy City to settle the egg!"

Ye Qingxuan listened, but couldn't help but sigh.

Either way, the prime time to find Gaius has been missed.

The Pope's sermon is coming to an end, Constantine is about to be canonized in the limelight, and then I am afraid that it will be troublesome again.

"Yo, young man, what are you doing? ”

Not far away, a mocking voice came from the roof of the carriage: "Is it because I don't have enough money and can only afford a standing ticket? I still have a vacant seat here!

Ye Qingxuan looked up and couldn't help but look embarrassed.

It was His Excellency Hermes.

The sumptuous carriage was parked on the outskirts of the square, but the roof of the carriage was covered with a cashmere carpet, two large sofas that looked very comfortable, and a small table with a few wine glasses and a barrel of cold wine in the middle. It looks like it is in the box of the opera house, which has aroused countless stunned eyes around him.

"Come on, come on, I'm bored watching alone for a long time, stay with me. ”

Hermes patted the sofa next to him and warmly invited.

"Uh......"

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"Wow! The Stone of Destiny is truly extraordinary!"

In the crowd, Charles finally squeezed to the front of the stone tablet, sticking to the stone tablet like kraft candy, exclaiming: "This feel, this material, is really amazing." Hey, buddy, look at this effect, it's really the Order, big deal!"

In the surrounding crowd, the pilgrims couldn't help but roll their eyes: "It's another dirt bun." ”

Regardless of the disdainful eyes of the others, Charles squatted in front of the stele with great interest, rubbed his hands, and observed the inscription on it, but soon, his expression became puzzled, and he couldn't help but drag the person next to him:

"Dude, can't I be mistaken, right?" he asked, "Is this really the Stone of Destiny?"

"That's right. ”

The believer frowned impatiently: "What's wrong?"

"Really?" Charles scratched his head in confusion, "How do I feel...... The movement above...... How simple is it?"

"Hehe, friend, you're so interesting. ”

The believer rolled his eyes and stopped talking, but he slandered in his heart: Blow it! You can blow it! Anyway, you don't have to pay taxes if you blow the sky.

But Charles didn't care about his mocking expression, but tried to play the music on the stele with his hands pressed eagerly.

"This is Destiny?"

He muttered softly, and at that moment, he felt a little panicked in his heart, as if something was about to happen, but he was not prepared.

He froze for a moment, shook his head, shook off the strange feeling, and pressed it with all his heart.

And so, the cold sound of the piano sounded from his fingertips.

First of all, three high-pitched voices like the turmoil of the earth sounded from his chest, like the sound of a heartbeat all over this seemingly simple melody.

He only felt as if his skull had been struck with a metal hammer, bringing a deep and sharp pain that penetrated into the bone marrow.

It's fate!

It's really fate......

- Fate is knocking at the door!

And on the high platform behind him, the Pope seemed to be aware of it, looked into the center of the square in bewilderment, and saw the appearance of Charles trying to play fate, and could not help but smile softly, as if looking at the young men who had not been able to measure themselves.

The faint sound of fate was drowned out by the fanatical cheers of countless believers.

Amid the shouts of countless believers, the Pope raised his hand and ended his sermon amid the cheers of the crowd.

However, instead of turning away as he had done in previous years, he stayed on the high platform, raised his head slightly, and signaled to the pilgrims that he had something important to announce.

Under the high platform, in those eyes that were either clear or doubtful, the Pope raised his hand and solemnly declared:

"On this holy day, in addition to me and you, there is a righteous man who has bathed in the grace of God and held fast to the glory of God!

In recognition of his great contribution to the Holy City, I will present him with the crown of Cardinal as a token of his piety!

And tell the pious people of the world, those who do the righteousness and the will of God, if you glorify the gods, the gods will blesse you."

And so, a deafening cheer rang out,

In the hustle and bustle like thunder, Konstantin, dressed in a crimson robe, stepped up the steps and walked to the peak step by step. And in the crowd, the silence mechanism was also nervous to the limit, and everyone cheered up and watched everything around them.

The wolf flute wiped the sweat from his forehead, as if nervous, and looked around, unable to help but gasp.

Time has become so long, yet so fast.

Soon, Constantine stepped onto the high platform, bowed respectfully to the Pope, and bowed down to the front of his majestic robes.

It was only now that he finally met the heart of the Holy City, the only agent of God in the world, the Red King, the Emperor who was in charge of the soul and destiny of mankind. (To be continued.) )