Early in the morning

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The morning sun slanted from the end of the sea, illuminating the towering spire of the church. On the spire, the statue of the saint holds a trombone in his hand and plays silently to the sky.

And the angry roar that began in the middle of the night continued outside the church door.

"Damn little Oriental bastard! I'm going to kill you!!!"

"Open the door! Ye Qingxuan! You have the ability to scold people, you have the ability to open the door!"

"You are dead Ye Qingxuan! Do you know! No one in the entire town of Lut can protect you!"

The three Thomas brothers angrily slammed the church door, hammers and shovels in their hands, and cursed loudly. The beam that fell from the sky last night was like a slap in the face to everyone in the town!

The most hateful thing is that this little bastard still changed the law and began to curse people in the back, changing all kinds of wording. He took turns using the various languages he had learned from the church on the walls of Thomas's house, giving a vivid language lesson to the hooligans of the town.

Now the people of the Thomas family are afraid to go out, and wherever they go, there are people behind their backs who whisper 'See, that's Thomas the son of a bitch'......

That damn Ye Qingxuan, damn Oriental mongrel!

But no matter how much they scolded, there was still no response from the church. It wasn't until a long time later that they finally got tired of scolding, dropped their cruel words, and then left angrily.

Silence returned to the outside of the church, but in the chapel, the tall and thin priest remained indifferent.

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The priest looked a little old, but he was still burly, except for his gray beard. His face was as cold and serious as ever, and when he looked down at others, his eyes were serious and harsh, and his voice was hoarse...... It's a lot of pressure.

In front of him, there stood two trembling teenagers, and a big yellow dog that looked like he was giggling.

"Vito, go to the back first. ”

Father Bane waved, "I have something I want to say to Ye. ”

So, as if he had been pardoned, the blonde boy quickly picked up the dog and fled. As a result, only one Ye Qingxuan was left with an embarrassed expression.

"Ye, is it the trouble you caused again?"

The priest asked coldly.

"Ahaha, how could it be, it was just a misunderstanding by the Thomas family. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked away and scribbled the holy emblem on his chest: "Under the teachings of the Order, I will not do anything unjust. ”

Last night, his expression had been indifferent, and his eyes were determined. So don't rush. But in front of the priest, he was a little calm.

Only then did he look like a teenager.

All along, everyone felt that he was a quiet and excellent child, which was reassuring. Not restless, mischievous like peers in the town. Just give him a book, and he can quietly hold it and read it all afternoon.

Ever since he wandered here five years ago and was adopted by the church, he has been a model of 'someone else's child'. The grades are perfect and educated, gentle, kind and hardworking. And because he knew how to read and write, he became the caretaker of the church library at a young age, responsible for copying scriptures. He also studied mechanical engineering on his own and undertook monthly maintenance of the lighthouse.

That's why...... It's even more of a headache.

Because since he came to this town, 60% of the juvenile brawls have been inseparable from this seemingly harmless young man.

Even though every time he was innocent, every time he was a victim.

"I heard that last night a ray of light fell from the sky, with vulgar words, and shone on Thomas's house all night. The priest's tone was cold: "Ye, your mechanical structure is good, I am very pleased." ”

"Hey, hey, it's Father, you taught well......"

Ye Qingxuan didn't finish speaking, and he couldn't go on under the priest's cold eyes.

"I didn't teach you anything, you taught yourself all these things. You're a smart kid, so I've always been grateful. But you're getting one thing wrong. ”

"Mechanical technology was born to help others live better, not for you to use it for revenge!"

The boy was silent, not justifying his actions.

As if in silent resistance, the priest's eyes became disappointed, and he slowly shook his head.

"Ye, you can go. I'll go explain there, but as a punishment, you didn't have lunch this week. ”

The priest waved his hand and motioned for him to leave: "I hope you will recognize your mistakes, you have always been a qualified apprentice, but I am disappointed by what you did last night. ”

"Thank you for your forgiveness. ”

Ye Qingxuan bowed his head and left, but the priest stopped him again.

He turned his head to see the iron-gray eyes staring at him.

"Ye, don't mess with the lighthouse in the future. ”

The priest's voice was still cold, and there was no concern or pity to be heard, but as always: "If anyone insults your parents in the future, come to me." ”

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and laughed embarrassedly.

"No, I don't have to. ”

He whispered, "Where is the need to trouble adults about children?"

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In the backyard of the church, next to the fountain, Vito laughed and laughed when he saw his friend come back dejected.

"Yo, Yezi, how do you feel about being trained?"

He, like Ye Qingxuan, is an orphan who was relieved by this church. But Vito is better than Ye Qingxuan, he is at least half a local. His father, who was also said to have been a lord, committed suicide due to bankruptcy due to poor investment, and his huge debts left him on the streets, and only the church took him in.

However, two years later, Vito moved out due to a conflict with the priest.

Now, with his fists, he grabbed the position of dock foreman, pumping water to live a happy and simple life, and without having to learn the troublesome things of copying and theology.

Occasionally, when Ye Qingxuan came to him, he would leave his work and come out to help him make trouble or fight, and sometimes he would gloat.

For example, now, he imitated the priest's expression and tone, pointed at Ye Qingxuan and said, "I'm going to hang you, a guilty child, and beat him!"

"Then you've been killed many times. ”

"Cut, I'm running fast, he can't hit it, okay?"

Vito raised his eyebrows smugly: "To be honest, the priest's set has long been outdated, as long as you like to hear that set of gods." If you want to do great things and get ahead in this world, what is the use of relying on God's teachings?

The golden retriever dog was woken up, and his tail twitched him unhappily, and Vito, who suddenly knew his mistake, lowered his head and massaged it flatteringly: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I know it's all your credit." ”

Lao Fei was so caught that he couldn't sleep, gave the two of them a blank look, then got up lazily, jumped into the fountain and rolled a few times, and then crawled out contentedly, shaking their faces with water droplets.

In the end, he flicked his tail with satisfaction, and his movements were graceful and luxurious, like an emperor in the bath.

The whole process is smooth and breathtaking.

"Lao Fei has been getting more and more energetic recently, where did you learn?"

"How do I know? It was like that when I was ten years old. ”

Indeed, after so many years, Ye Qingxuan has always been puzzled...... Where did Lao Fei's dog temper come from?

Although it is not good-looking, and it is also hair-shedding, there is always an arrogance in the eyes and expression like that of Prime Minister Anglo, and when he walks with his head held high, it looks like His Majesty is walking in the palace, and it has an inexplicable majesty that people dare not despise...... At least Ye Qingxuan and Vito, two who have been bitten, don't dare.

"Okay, I'll flash first, and I won't bother you with your work. ”

Vito got up from the ground and patted Ye Qingxuan's shoulder: "There are a few newcomers who don't seem to be very persuasive. I'm going to reason with him......"

"Stop fighting, come back to the church and help. ”

"Thanks, I can't get along with the priest. ”

Vito expertly climbed up the wall and waved goodbye. Just as he was on the wall, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and beckoned: "That's right, Yezi." ”

"Huh?"

"Well, happy birthday! I'm poor, so I won't buy you a gift. ”

Ye Qingxuan shook his head helplessly: "Then wait for the day when you get ahead and become a big shot, and then make it up to me." ”

"Then you'll have to wait a few more years. ”

Vito grinned and climbed over the wall, only a faint voice came from afar:

"Don't worry, it won't keep you waiting. ”

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The backyard was silent again, save for the chirping of fingered birds.

Ye Qingxuan looked up at the sky and raised his palm. The ring of the index finger was aimed at the sun, and it began to sparkle and illuminate the boy's eyes.

"Happy birthday, little leaf. ”

He chuckled softly. Nearby, an old, ugly yellow dog slapped his tail at him, like beating to a silent happy birthday song.

- Happy birthday to you, even if it's not a happy one.

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Today is Ye Qingxuan's seventeenth birthday, and it is also his fifth year in this town.

In fact, it is rare to see his oriental blood in the entire Anglo Kingdom. The standard oriental white hair and black eyes attract attention wherever you go. Thankfully, there are even more bizarre hair colors and pupils in this world.

With long white hair, it's just a person saying 'that oriental homeless child' behind his back. Some unkind people will say 'mongrel', but these people have become fewer and fewer in the past two years...... Especially after Vito came out to mix.

Revenge is revenge, and a fight is a fight, but the work that needs to be done must at least be done.

Let's say he now works as a scribe in a church.

Today's copy is a monthly report sent from the Holy City to the prayer room of the church, and every other month, the Holy City will synthesize the information collected this month and send it to the churches everywhere through the special connection between the leylines and the ether.

The information is almost as thick as half a book at a time, and includes the exchange rates of lapis and currencies, the progress of the development of the relics of the Dark Ages, the latest developments in natural disasters, reports on the results of local outbreaks of war, and the movements of some musicians.

What Ye Qingxuan needs to do is to re-translate the language of these monthly reports against the code, and select the messages that can be published among them, copy them, and paste them on the bulletin board.

It was only today that he was stunned when he copied the first page.

"Bach, the Blue King?"

He looked down at the code: "Is it a new record?"

In the monthly report, the mysterious Mr. Bach appears in the Southern Desert region and stops in front of the 'Scourge Bahamut'.

Since two months ago, the Order had predicted that the Scourge dubbed the Storm King had once again been reborn from the dark world and was sweeping towards the realm of humanity.

But no one expected that this showdown would come so quickly.

The battle lasted for half an hour, and then Bahamut, the Lord of the Storm, was once again routed and returned to sleep in the dark world.

Mr. Bach disappeared after leaving a few messages, causing countless musicians to rush to the desert of death to sigh.

It's a pity that the strongest was missed.

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'Bach' - this is a holy name handed down from the Dark Ages, and only the strongest musicians in the contemporary West can obtain the honorary title, known as the 'Green King' of the Three Thrones of Musicians.

Among the three kings, the name of 'Red King Beethoven' was passed down only from one pope to another, and 'Yellow King Mozart' has always been passed down in a single lineage. Only 'Blue King Bach' is the crown that all musicians can hope to take.

Only the strongest can achieve such glory.

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In history, when the Three Kings first appeared, it was hundreds of years ago in the 'Dark Mother Raid'.

After the battle, Mother Dark was banished to the end of the North Sea Ice Sheet, far from the human hinterland.

At that time, the power of the Matthew Passion, Destiny, and Requiem mobilized an unprecedented amount of ether to divide the entire plain into three.

On that day, the whole world will be able to hear the majestic voice of the angel of God.

Half a month later, the aftermath of the war turned into a tsunami and went to the east, almost sinking the island of Yingzhou into the sea, and also creating a new island - which later became the OOCL enclave - 'Cloud Tower' along the western border.

Until now, hundreds of years have passed since the end of the Dark Ages, and countless musicians have emerged one after another, but the Three Kings are still the well-deserved guardians of humanity.

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"Ye, don't get distracted. ”

A cold voice sounded from behind him, waking up the young man who was in a hurry. At some point, Father Bane was already standing behind him: "Your work for today is not over. ”

"Oh, oh. Ye Qingxuan smiled embarrassedly, lowered his head and dipped his ink in ink, ready to continue.

The priest watched him copy in silence, turned to leave, and just as he was going out, he paused and looked back at Ye Qingxuan, who was immersed in writing.

"Ye, you should know. ”

His voice was cold and cruel: "You don't have that kind of qualifications. ”

Ye Qingxuan's hand trembled, and a heart-wrenching scar was scratched on the paper, as if it was stiffened.

I don't know how long it took, but Father Bane was gone, and he seemed to have finally come to his senses, looking down at his right hand, his thumb rubbing against the ring, like a ring made of wire.

"I know. ”

He whispered, as if to deny something, but a little frustrated: "I know. ”