The next day, the Royal Palace.

At nine o'clock in the morning, with a heavy roar, the gates of the palace slowly opened. A low-key yet elegant carriage pulled out from behind the door.

In front of the main entrance of the palace, all the waiting guards got down on one knee to greet them.

Just in front of all the guards was the Silent Giant.

It was a metal knight made of pitch-black steel, more than two meters tall, with sharp and hideous edges and corners, and his figure was not burly, but a little emaciated, and he looked strangely dexterous.

This is the sacred armor inherited by the Knights of the Round Table, but unlike other heavy armor, this armor is not equipped with the bulky weapons of spears and tower shields, but only a long sword.

The cross-shaped sword was worn around the knight's waist, and the hilt was inlaid with precious stones and diamonds, and it looked magnificent, not like a killing weapon used on the battlefield, but delicately like a work of art.

When the carriage came to a halt.

The Iron Knight knelt on one knee, the sound of the iron scraping against him like a faint thunder, and bowed his head respectfully.

"Galahad met with His Highnesses. ”

A voice came from under the armor, it seemed to be a young woman, but it was not tactful and feminine, but with an indescribable awe-inspiring and seriousness.

In the carriage, after a long silence, Mary's greeting came:

"Long time no see, Christine. ”

"Long time no see, Your Highness. ”

The knight, known as Christine, responds stereologically: "Just call me Galahad here." For a knight, the name Christine is too weak. ”

"From the moment you put on that armor, it became ......"

In the carriage, Mary's voice paused, and her tone became complicated and abrupt: "Forget it, who isn't?"

"In His Majesty's view, His Highness is still His Highness. ”

Christine replied solemnly: "Even if he inherits Galahad." is still the chief of the guard of His Highness. ”

After a long silence, Mary in the car seemed to laugh:

"It seems that I am the one who thinks too much. It's getting late, my chief of guard, escort me and my brother to the Musicians' Guild. ”

"I am hereby commanded. ”

Galahad took a step back, rolled over his horse, and rode forward.

The guards behind them carried the ceremonial halberd. Holding the reins, he followed the Iron Knight, hugged the carriage in the middle, and drove out in front of him.

The royal family had fallen into a long silence since Her Majesty had gone deep into the city, and now that the royal motorcade was once again so officially in the city, it probably did not mean so much.

Where the carriage passed, there was a solemn silence.

Civilians bowed their heads. After waiting for the carriage to leave, they began to talk in a low voice. When a visionary person saw the badge of the second princess on the body, he had a vague understanding: it seems that His Majesty's heart has been decided......

Eventually, the carriage stopped in front of the Queen's Road, the Musicians' Guild.

Mary, dressed in a ceremonial dress, stepped out of the carriage with the help of the maid, and then reached back: "Jaime, don't hide, come here." ”

Soon. An emaciated figure in a white robe from beginning to end held her hand and reluctantly followed. He lifted his mask and whispered two words into her ear.

"Bear with me, it's over soon. ”

Mary held his hand and said in a gentle voice, "I'll go back with you in a while, okay?"

The white-robed figure grabbed her hand and wanted to say something. But seeing that her eyes had become the same as her mother's, she bowed her head tamely.

"Welcome to Your Highnesses. ”

Bayer stepped forward and took off his hat and saluted, respectfully and proportionately.

Mary nodded slightly, "Thank you to the Musicians Guild for greeting." My brother occasionally feels cold and can't speak, please forgive me. ”

Feeling the chilling breath on his back, Bayer smiled bitterly, but his response was still formulaic: "Where, the association has prepared a lounge, please come with me." ”

"The association has a heart. ”

Mary led the eldest prince behind Bayer, but after taking two steps, she did not hear the sonorous footsteps behind her.

Behind her, the Iron Knight Galahad stood in place, not following, just staring at the crowd in the distance in a daze, as if in a daze.

"What's wrong? Christine. ”

Soon, the Iron Knight looked back, hesitated for a few seconds, and then replied, "It's nothing, Your Highness." There is nothing wrong with it. ”

At the sound of sonorous footsteps, she followed, guarding the royal family with her long sword. It was only before stepping through the door that she looked back at the crowd, seemingly unintentionally.

There, the white-haired boy disappeared like a hallucination.

The Musicians Association, in the hall, was full of scholars who came to observe. Among the musicians, there are a few who are obsessed with theory, and even fewer are famous for their research.

At this moment, almost all of the people who rushed to Anglo were from various schools of the Apocalypse faction, and more than seventy people were in the lobby, greeting each other, almost all of them were familiar faces.

Among them, most of them are gray-haired, and the youngest ones are in their thirties, and few are young.

"Oh, if someone puts a bomb in the association now, it will be served in one pot! I think the ancient academic world will go back at least 400 years! I think there are still some small expectations!"

It was Charles who said this, and even though he was so serious, he couldn't help but want to say bad things.

On the side, Ye Qingxuan was expressionless, and then kicked him without a trace.

Bai Xi hated serious occasions the most, so he didn't join the association. She walked outside with Lao Fei and waited for them to finish. Ye Qingxuan, Xia Er and the teacher sat in the corner of the association, inconspicuous.

Because no one knew them, the scholars whispered to each other to comment on their opinions, but they did not even think that the Lord was sitting next to them.

Ye Qingxuan didn't think that just the dispute outside the court could be so exciting.

"Monsieur Lennon, you are naïve. Academia is a serious theory, but it may not be easy for an unknown person to make a breakthrough.

Mr. Ingmar inherited the orthodox theory and is also a well-known figure in the academic world, so it is only natural that such results can be obtained. It's not just someone who jumps out and says plagiarism can take the results for themselves. ”

"Orthodoxy for a hundred years, helpless against the Voynich manuscript. Many of the previous masters had nothing to do, and even Ms. Lola, the master of interpretation, said that there was nothing they could do about it. Is Ingmar okay?"

"It's better than believing the words of a crash musician!"

"I heard that he has only been formally trained as a musician for three months! I'm afraid he hasn't even had time to finish learning runes!"

"That is, this kind of folk half-hung musician likes to sensationalize the crowd the most, what alchemy powder turns water into oil, and the perpetual motion machine that was noisy a few days ago. Aren't they all jokes made up by these 'folk musicians' themselves?"

A group of people in the crowd laughed in a low voice, obviously the abbreviation of 'folk music' is incisive, and it sums up the real appearance of those half-baked musicians in the folk.

Ye Qingxuan's ears are very good, and he can still hear those sounds clearly from a distance of dozens of meters. He remained silent, but Charles's expression was a little sad.

"Looks like the teacher's situation is not good. He sighed under his breath.

Ye Qingxuan nodded: This is Abraham's biggest weakness, he doesn't have any reputation in the academic world, not even a revelation musician. Originally, the academic world was a relatively closed place, and there were only a few people who came and went.

Compared to Ingmar, who knew the ground and had a great reputation, Abraham was even more difficult to trust.

Despite the dire situation, Abraham was not in a hurry, he seemed silent and composed, as expressionless as ever—a characteristic of him, at least 'sluggish' in this case.

"There's no need to be in such a hurry. ”

He looked at the clock, "The council doesn't start until an hour later, and it's useless for us to come too early." ”

"Be prepared!"

Charles nodded his chin at the figure in the crowd, "Oh, teacher, look at Ingmar...... Dressed like a little butterfly. Oh, I'm so pitiful!"

Here he also used an oriental idiom very proudly, which made Ye Qingxuan's expression suddenly a little complicated: "I see pity" and the next half sentence "Not to mention the old slave", senior brother! Don't use the idiom indiscriminately......

However, Charles is really well described here.

In the crowd, Ingmar was dressed in a musician's gown, a pure white tunic with medals pinned to her chest and gold trim on her cuffs.

Her long black hair was tied behind her head, her eyes were as deep and mysterious as the starry sky, and she had a polite smile on her face.

It's the perfect example of a musician.

On the other hand, on Ye Qingxuan's side, Abraham was wearing a coat that had not been changed for decades, and Charles was dressed like he was not here to participate in the review at all (because he didn't have other clothes), only Ye Qingxuan was dressed a little more formally, but it was not official.

"I feel like I've been beaten in momentum. Sheldon was a little frustrated.

In the crowd, Ingmar skillfully greeted the scholars from all over the world, chatted and laughed, and sometimes said a few funny words, which attracted a smile. Although it is about to be reviewed, it is still personable.

As if by accident, he saw Abraham in the corner, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a slight sneer, and stepped forward.

"Hey, Yezi, he came up. ”

Charleston became excited, Ye Qingxuan glanced at it and nodded: "Hmm." ”

"I'm a little nervous, what should I do?" asked Charles in a low voice, "What is he doing here?"

Anyway, he's not as good as you when he talks trash talk, you're afraid of a ghost." Ye Qingxuan silently slandered in his heart, but next to him, Abraham thought about it, suddenly patted his knee, and came to the conclusion:

"If you don't know what to do...... Then you might as well just beat him. (To be continued.) )