In the afternoon, the Royal Academy of Music.

Weekly meetings of the School Committee.

There was silence in the huge conference room, and the hanging red curtains blocked out the glare of the sunlight, and the dim sunlight illuminated the faintly dimly lit room.

In addition to the faculty members of the colleges, there were several visitors on either side of the long table, who did not belong to the Royal Academy of Music, but whose backgrounds were not to be overlooked—they were all agents of the principal members of the school council, representing the will of the family, the institution and the maestro behind them.

These lawyers, private secretaries, and housekeepers are responsible for solving the trivial problems for their masters and ensuring that their ideas are carried out.

In front of them, Sidney could only sit with him.

Next to Sidney, an excessively young-looking delegate sat at the meeting.

The man's eyes were iron gray, his face was handsome and determined, and he looked to be in his twenties, like a student in school.

None other than Gavin.

He was recognized by the School Council for his talents and outstanding performance in the Student Council, and was absorbed into the School Council as the Adrian family re-emerged after years of decline.

Now, he is finally expressing his opinion on the problems encountered by the school committee in recent days, and after a long silence.

"Gentlemen, we must admit that we have recently made mistakes in the management of the school. In particular, in some places, we have taken the wrong countermeasures. ”

He paused for a moment and said in a solemn voice:

We are erecting enemies for ourselves for no reason, for senseless reasons and for inexplicable hostility. ”

Speaking of this, he glanced at Ingmar, the instructor of the Apocalypse Academy, and Ingmar's face was ugly and he didn't say a word. Just silent.

A representative looked at the briefing: "You mean the music history department?"

"That's right. ”

Gavin nodded, "To be honest, I still can't understand why the conflict between the school council and the music history department is so-for-tat that it has to be abolished.

They didn't squander the budget, they didn't oppose the school committee's decisions, they didn't even interfere with any of our initiatives. They weren't even involved in our argument with the principal.

Why should we cling to them and turn them into our enemies? Aren't we just trying to unite all the forces that can be united. To uphold the glorious traditions of the Academy?"

"Gavin, you're still young, don't question the school committee's decision. ”

Ingmar said coldly, "It is also part of our job to remove a department that has no meaning from the bloated institution of the current college and improve the efficiency of the college's operation." ”

"No existential significance?"

Gavin frowned, "Pardon me, you mean one without any resources to support you. There is no point in cultivating a department that has a chief and has made such achievements in the school anniversary trial?

What are the four major faculties, which account for more than 90 percent of the budget? What are the four major faculties? What are the apocalyptic colleges that have collapsed in front of the music history department this year?"

"Be careful with your words, Gavin!"

Ingmar's expression became more and more gloomy: "Even if you are about to become a royal musician, you are not qualified to dictate my academy!"

"Ahem, ahem!!"

Sidney coughed vigorously and quietly kicked Gavin, motioning for him not to hardcore with Sigma. But Gavin didn't flinch, just looked into Ingmar's eyes, and said indifferently:

"What's more. You insisted on removing the music history department from the academy in order to improve the efficiency of the academy. Or is it because of your own personal vendettas? I hope you don't put your personal feelings into the meeting. ”

"Presumptuous!"

Ingmar was furious, and the illusions of stars, the sun and the moon, and black holes alternated in her eyes, and the air in the entire conference room seemed to thin for a moment.

It was the enraged Eye of the Stars that interfered with reality, changing almost the environment subtly.

He glared at Gavin in a cold voice, "Do you dare to question me? Gavin! You can only sit here because the school committee appreciates you, don't be pampered! I think you've been inflated a little too much lately!"

"I'm just telling the truth. ”

Gavin said lightly, looking at the delegates, "I believe that gentlemen will combine my briefing. It is also possible to discern how unreasonable this initiative is.

Perhaps the existence of the music history department itself is not enough to attract our attention, but what Abraham once represented, and the letter of recommendation that his student brought...... I hope you will think carefully and not push them against us. ”

In the silence, Ingmar was speechless in anger.

However, several deputies flipped through the briefing notes submitted by Gavin in their hands, and after reading them, they exchanged views in a low voice. Finally, the secretary who had been elected raised his head and looked at him cautiously:

"We have heard similar rumors, but they are not enough to confirm them. ”

"I don't know if it's true or not, why shouldn't I treat it as real?"

Gavin asked rhetorically, "If we befriend the Le History Department, even if the rumors are false, we will only pay a small budget.

There are only four people and one dog in total, even if they eat and drink and squander extravagantly, how much money can be wasted?

But if the rumors are true......"

Gavin didn't finish speaking, but several delegates understood what he meant, and pondered: If it's true, then what do you need to say?

After a long silence, the old butler raised his head and slowly bowed his head:

Perhaps, this is a mistake. ”

"We should reconsider our approach to the music history department. ”

"At least don't push them against us......"

Soon, the delegates exchanged views and reached a consensus, then looked at Gavin: "This is your proposal, I believe you have already considered it." How do you think we should show kindness?"

"It's simple. ”

Gavin smiled, "I'm graduating from the Royal Orchestra. I am afraid that I will not be able to participate in the recording of the regular meeting of the school committee for five or six years.

Before stepping down, I nominated Ye Qingxuan to take over my job. His talent and talent are not inferior to mine, and I believe that he can make a greater contribution to the school committee. ”

Hearing him say this, the delegates fell into deep thought.

"Isn't that too deliberate? It's not a decent ...... of the school committee?"

"Anyway, it won't be a big deal at a regular meeting, will it? A position of record with no real power. It's just a goodwill on behalf of the school committee.

In terms of qualifications, there is no need to worry, as a chief, he is naturally qualified to hold the position.

If in the process, we confirm that rumor, we can praise Ye Qingxuan for his outstanding contribution to the school committee. Incorporate the entire Department of Music History into the school committee......"

Gavin spread his hands and said with a smile: "From the beginning to the end, what we have paid is just a little kindness. ”

Hearing him say this, the delegates moved, but Ingmar was furious, "What are you talking about?"

This is a rare gaffe.

He angrily pressed the table, got up, and confronted Gavin. "Abraham, a half-baked cannon fodder who has been trained in the army for three or four months, is a quick success, and it is already the limit of tolerance for him to retire in the academy.

How dare you put us on an equal footing!

Dream!

There has never been a single school in the world that has allowed a defective product to become a member of the school committee!

Do you want to make the academy a laughing stock?!"

Enraged, Ingmar stunned the delegates and looked at each other, but Gavin remained silent and silent.

Instead, Ludwig, who yawned in a daze from beginning to end, and the old god was on top, came back to his senses and looked up at him.

"You can't say that. Ingmar ......," Ludwig asked faintly, "is he a fast mass production musician?" You know it yourself, right?"

"What do you mean?" said Ingmar.

"What he means is that you have a problem with your brain. ”

Yegor threw a file in front of him with a cold face: "You have actually read this file a long time ago, right? I went to the big library to investigate, it was destroyed, but the backup attachment is still there."

If it weren't for Gavin's reminder, I wouldn't even know you ever did such a thing!"

Seeing the file that Yegor threw out, Ingmar was stunned, but her face changed—it was Abraham's file. When Abraham came to the academy to report that he had become a handyman teacher, Ingmar had destroyed it herself.

From that time on, Ingmar saw Abraham as a thorn in her side.

It's just that he didn't expect that there would be a backup of this file......

Damn it!

Truly. In the incomplete file, it is written that Abraham was an engineer who volunteered to join the army and participated in the army's crash track training program because of his quick learning and agility.

Four months later, at the end of his training, he became an army musician, and although the next thirty years of his file were incomplete, his resume alone was enough to make people stunned.

It is true that the musicians trained in the army are defective products of mass production, and it is not wrong to be rejected by mainstream musicians and regarded as half-baked apprentices......

But after Abraham's training, he received the title of musician, which was not a title of 'musician' that the army was not responsible for casually pressing—the highest possible level of apprenticeship in the life of those who obtained these titles.

And what Abraham received was the official title of musician recognized by the Holy City.

The official title of musician, third-order musician, and received the name of the Holy City, and has his own title!

In other words, a taciturn engineer became a full-fledged third-order musician in three months, in the midst of shoddy mass production training in the army......

Who knows what heights he will be able to reach in the future?

When Yegor and Ludwig saw this file, they completely understood that they had been hated by Ingmar - since he used the power of the school committee to suppress talents, and also encouraged the two to rush to the front and use him as a gunman!

Thanks to him, after so many years, Abraham is more than fifty years old, and he has already passed the golden age of musicians, and I am afraid that he will not be able to reach the scepter level for the rest of his life......

"What do you hate about him?"

Yegor sneered, and said bluntly: "You're just scared, right? With his talent, if he is trained by the Royal Academy of Music...... Where is your share with the instructors of the Academy of Revelation?"

Ingmar was silent, and after a long time, she turned around angrily and walked away.

Trivial voices came from the bedroom.

Through the door, it sounded like a sticky wind blowing from a rubber pipe, mixed with the sound of smoking a hookah. Occasionally, there was a cough or two.

The cough is low and muddy.

Late at night, in the cold corridor, Gavin took a breath of cold air and felt a slight cold. He reached out and wiped the dust from the windowsill. It's finally a little pleasing to the eye.

He took a deep breath and knocked softly on the door.

"Father. I am back. ”

The door was pushed open, the hub rubbed and crunched, and behind the door, on the hospital bed, the man with thinning and gray hair raised his eyes.

His hair was almost all gone, his face was covered in age spots and curse marks, and he was only in his fifties, but he looked like he had decayed into a handful of dry bones.

This is the head of the Adrian family.

Six years ago, he was eager to be promoted. Desperate to rush through the level, and finally was caused by the shock of Dayuan's heartbeat, and he could no longer use the ether.

Until now, I can only rely on the assistance of instruments and drugs to survive.

From that time on, the Adrian family began to decline, until in recent years, miraculously showing signs of revival.

It's been six years since I came back here...... Six years is such a long time.

Gavin was vaguely in a trance and distracted.

A cold snort came.

Right in front of the window. Banner took the old man's hand and saw Gavin coming. Then he cast an indifferent glance. The old man muttered something in a low voice, nodded slightly, got up, passed Gavin, and left.

There was silence in the room, and the old man with the respirator just stared coldly at the ceiling.

"Father. I am back. ”

Gavin raised his voice slightly, his face not agitated.

The old man's chin twitched slightly, signaling that he had heard, and Gavin stepped forward and lifted the board at the head of the bed. In this way, the old man was propped up.

He stared at Gavin and was silent for a long time.

Gavin lowered his eyes with a tame expression.

The majesty and coldness of the past still remained on his face, and in front of him, the talented young musician bowed his head respectfully, waiting for the expected reprimand.

"...... Today"

The old man made a sound, one like a piece of wood trembling, mixed with the sound of bursting blisters, harsh, obscure, and indistinct. Gavin stepped forward and leaned into his ear, listened carefully, and froze.

"Today, the Royal Orchestra has sent a set of musicians' dresses, you already have one, and I call the shots and give it to Banner. ”

The old man looked at him, "Banner has been wronged outside, and the family always has to take care of him."

This kind of thing, don't you see it as an example?"

Gavin looked up in dismay.

He knew the musician's dress, the musician's armor, the majesty of the performer. What the Royal Musicians sent was a uniform, a one-in-a-kind alchemical equipment, with many movements inlaid in the inner layer, almost like a close-fitting instrument, but the musicians would not miss anything under any circumstances.

"But, father......" he opened his mouth, but the old man's expression suddenly became angry.

The wizened palm hit him in the face, weak, but his voice stopped abruptly. The old man glared at him, gasping for breath with all his might, and his voice was hoarse with a muddy voice,

"You're an elder brother, do you want to steal things from your younger brother!"

He reprimanded hoarsely, "This matter is settled. ”

Gavin was stunned for a moment, and soon, he lowered his head, rubbed the corner of his old dress, and responded softly:

"Yes, father. ”

"I heard about what you were doing at the school committee today. ”

His expression was obviously dissatisfied, but he didn't pursue it much, just said: "You will leave the school immediately, don't deal with those ninth-rate guys, you insulted the door in vain." Understood?"

"Yes, father. ”

"Also, go to the Royal Orchestra, don't talk nonsense and stir things up and discredit the Adrian family. Remember, if you have the chance, talk to them about your brother and don't let one person be in the limelight. ”

Gavin just kept his head down:

"—Yes, Father. ”

"Good. ”

The old man's expression of anger retracted slightly, and he said coldly, "You go, I'm going to rest." ”

Gavin bowed, didn't argue any more, and respectfully turned away.

It's just that when he turned around, he glanced at his father as if unintentionally, looking at his aging face, cloudy eyes, and turquoise eyes that were completely different from his own......

'It's not like that. ’

A faint sigh echoed in his heart, closed the door, and left-

On the hospital bed, the old man slept with his eyes closed.

After a long time, the sound of birds flapping their wings came from the window, and something came in the darkness while it was dark.

In the thick of the night, its vague outline and pale colors can be faintly seen.

-- That's a white crow --

"Teacher, are you there?"

Bart knocked on the door, and there was silence behind it. He waited for a long time, screamed a few more times, until finally, a cold voice came from the office.

"Come in. ”

Bart pushed open the door, but was stunned: in the room behind the door, the splendor and sophistication of the past were no longer in ruins, like a storm passing through, a mess.

Even the teacher's favorite pieces of porcelain were smashed to pieces.

"What are you doing, come in. ”

Behind the desk, Ingmar's expression was gloomy, he was still as dignified and majestic as ever, and his sideburns were not messy at all, which was daunting.

Seeing that the teacher was in a bad mood, Bart didn't dare to ask more questions or look more, stood in front of the desk with his head down, and just said respectfully, "Teacher, do you have any instructions?"

"In a few days, you will go to the music history department on my behalf. ”

Ingmar's words made Bart incredulous: "Ask Abraham, if he is willing to return to the Academy of Revelation, I can give him the treatment of vice president." ”

Bart looked at him dumbfounded: "But...... But ......"

"If you want to go, why do you ask so much?"

Bart hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke: "Teacher, aren't you afraid of luring the wolf into the room......?

"Wouldn't that be a great thing?"

Ingmar sneered, "Now that the influence of the music history department is too great, we need to take a different approach...... If he's a little wink-eyed at that time, don't around. Otherwise, when the time comes, I will have 10,000 ways to clean him up in the Academy of Revelation!"

He lowered his eyes and said lightly: "What about genius? After my results are published, he can only look up to me for the rest of his life!"

Even if you go back to the Academy of Revelation!"

Bart was stunned for a moment, and then a happy color appeared, "Teacher, has your interpretation made a breakthrough?"

Ingmar just looked at the manuscript on his desk, and after years of painstaking work, spending endless time, and even delaying the breakthrough and research of music theory, he finally completed this masterpiece.

When the masterpiece is published, Abraham will never be able to compare with him again, a half-man from a forbidden faction, never wanting to be on a par with himself in the Revelation faction!

"What about being nurtured by the school committee?"

Ingmar whispered, "In two months, when the Holy City Summit is held, I will be recognized as a master in the world." Abraham only deserves to be trampled under my feet!" (To be continued......)