That night, eight o'clock.

The college, the auditorium, was full.

In the low hustle and bustle, the audience was black. At the academy, both first-year freshmen and graduating students were notified and gathered here.

Although the meeting has not yet begun, everyone who comes here knows that the plagiarism cases that have been making a lot of noise these days have finally given everyone an explanation after the association's review has made a decision.

It's just that this statement made many people in the audience feel unpleasant.

"It's just an announcement, so why bother us to come?"

Revelation Academy's location, a teacher had a cold expression: "Ingmar's guy has to get involved with us." We don't dare to go out now, aren't they satisfied?"

"Hey, you didn't say that when you were blowing the wind on Ingmar. ”

It's the teacher who changes the faction who speaks, and it's not a big deal to watch the excitement anyway. The teacher of the Apocalypse Academy's face changed, glared at him, and stopped talking.

It's just that every time he looks at Abraham's position, his eyes are indescribably disgusted: that guy is a nuisance. Cause such a big thing at every turn.

"Anyway, you just want to see us lose face, right?"

He muttered angrily, "At least, we'll be able to save face this time, and that guy had better not be ignorant." ”

"Ahem. ”

The colleague next to him coughed in a low voice, and he noticed that the whole venue was silent, and hurriedly stopped his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Sidney, with a complicated expression, appeared on the stage. The principal did not show up, and it was clear that Sidney had been thrown out of the tank by the school committee. Anyway, it's always been this guy who does the shameful thing, and that's why. His expression is not very good-looking.

"Today here is to announce something. ”

He took out the draft of his speech, and began to read it with his head bowed indifferently, and the more he read it, the lower his head became, and he only felt that every word was like a slap in the face. It hurts.

“...... After the evaluation of the Holy City and the Musicians Association, 'Ingmar's work is self-plagiarized'...... Due to the terrible impact caused, Ingmar is now removed from all teaching positions, and after his recovery, he is transferred to the Musicians Association for a public trial.

In this incident, the Department of Music History suffered many injustices, and with the support of the Academy, it was able to clear its ......"

Hearing him say this, the audience immediately booed, and the sound of cheering continued. interrupted him. He lowered his head and didn't care, just continued to read the manuscript in a pitpit manner:

“...... In accordance with the wishes of Abraham and Maestro Abraham, the new Department of Music History will be rebuilt on the same site and classes will resume after the ceremony of the Queen's Legion.

Next, I would like to invite the representative of the Department of Music History, Chief Ye, to speak for you. Everyone applauded and welcomed. ”

He put away the manuscript and looked backstage with a numb expression.

Offstage. There was an eerie round of applause. At this time, the audience was clearly divided into two groups of people, one group of people looked excited, applauded, and the other group of people were numb, like clay wood carvings.

"The play meat is coming. ”

In the audience, some students sneered: "After the salted fish turns over." I don't know how to show off my might. ”

"Don't worry, this Eastern Chief should be a smart man. ”

The third-year chief sat in the front row, just looking at his nails: "If he still has a little sense, he won't be too arrogant." After all, there are too many people who have offended, and the road ahead is not easy. After all...... The days are still long. Isn't it?"

"If you don't know what to do, then there's no way. ”

"Don't forget, this is the Royal Academy of Music. He's not an official musician, so do you really think a rhythm level is powerful?

If he really thinks he can afford to play, I'll go to him for a musician duel. When the time comes, he won't have anything to say, right?"

A sneer came, and several students who were about to graduate sat behind them with their arms in their arms, looking at the stage with cold eyes.

A long wait, a long silence.

No one came out in the background, everyone was stunned, looking at the stage in confusion and talking.

On the stage, Sidney, who had a stiff smile on his face, was about to stay any longer, so he called someone and whispered a reminder. The man ran backstage, and soon, in a daze, returned with a letter to Sidney.

Sidney was stunned for a moment, and after opening the envelope and scanning it twice, his expression became ugly.

That guy even refused to attend, just sent a letter?

Just winning a review, is it arrogant to this extent?

The whole school arrived, but the guy surnamed Ye began to play big names instead, and the disgruntled students in the audience became more and more gloomy.

"Hello everyone, I'm the chief of the first grade, that oriental, Ye Qingxuan. There are some things that I can't be there in person, so I'm writing this letter to you. ”

On stage, Sidney grabbed the letter paper and read it in a dull voice:

"As for the recent turmoil, I have heard more than everybody.

Thank you to those who supported me. Thank you for speaking up for my teacher in this farce, I will remember every word and sentence and give it back as much as I can.

However, I know that there are many people among you who don't like me. ”

Sidney's brow furrowed when he read this, and his expression became more and more stiff:

"But honestly, for me, it doesn't matter. I don't pray that you will give me a noble friendship, a strange man who doesn't fit in, and I don't think much of you.

It's just that I hope that through this incident, there will be fewer unnecessary provocations by some people against us in the future. After all, there is no sense of accomplishment in solving this kind of thing. ”

"It's just arrogant!"

Those gloomy-faced students were enraged by Ye Qingxuan's attitude and shouted angrily. They exchanged glances with each other, unable to contain their anger.

On stage, Sidney's expression became more and more strange, and he had reached the end of this short letter, and he stammered as he read it, struggling with each word:

“...... Also, I sincerely hope that there will be no such thing in the future, so that some people can remember it better, and learn from it. I decided to find a prominent place to leave a small memento for them.

- I hope they will like it. ”

Read this. He was stunned and looked at the end of the rear: "Your most loyal friend, Ye Qingxuan." ”

There was no doubt that Ye Qingxuan's unceremonious tone said that most of the students who were angry were enraged, and there was a lot of noise, and the entire auditorium was in chaos.

The hell guy. Do you want to use this to teach the whole academy a lesson?

Who did he think he was, and that damn 'little memorial'? The obvious warning tone made people laugh. Could he have turned the world upside down in the academy?

But soon, they heard a stunned exclamation behind them, and a dull silence.

On stage, Sidney seemed to have seen something terrible, and his stiff expression shattered little by little, turning into complete consternation.

So, they looked back in astonishment.

I saw the pitch-black night sky outside the door of the auditorium, the pitch-black night sky. There was a crimson fire.

Where, on fire?

Where is the fire?——

Under the same night sky, a white-haired boy sat on a bench, bathing in the firelight. The light of the fire illuminated his white hair, which seemed to turn red, and it was also like fire.

In front of him, the main building of the Academy of Revelation was bathed in the light of the flames, shining brightly. It's like it's true, as those people say. It has become a torch that breaks through the darkness and illuminates the bright and lofty future of mankind.

In Ingmar's office. The old texts, the precious collections, and the lavish furnishings were all immersed in the flames, turning into ashes and powder.

They were blown up in the hot wind and fluttered in the sky, dotted with stars. Beautiful and stunning.

Soon, the teacher on duty today drove the 'wind spirit' down from the sky, noticed the burning main building, and hurriedly sounded the alarm. Then he looked at the idle young man not far away, and his brows furrowed:

"What's going on?"

"It's simple. It's on fire. ”

Ye Qingxuan spread his hands, just as he said to himself in school not long ago: "Recently, the weather has been dry and dry, and items have spontaneously combusted, which is normal." ”

He stared calmly into those suspicious eyes, looking innocent and dazed. Anyway, in the end, it will be like what the survey results show.

The weather is dry and dry, and the items spontaneously combust.

It was just an accident, just like the previous one. Since the statement that there was an accident in the music history department can be accepted, then it is also reasonable for the revelation academy to have an accident, right?

As if admiring some beautiful view, he sat quietly on the bench, gazed at the fire rising into the sky, and sighed softly:

"—that's beautiful. ”

In the night sky, a faint bell rang out—

"Good tea. I didn't expect to be able to drink such good tea in the West. ”

In the watch shop, Mr. Hu put down the teacup and sighed: "I haven't drunk tea for a long time since I've been in the East for many years." ”

"Let's talk about things first, and don't pretend to be forced. ”

Opposite him, Hermes was holding a box of biscuits, eating them rattlingly, and looked at Mr. Hu with a strange look:

"I'm really looking forward to what the empress who was overthrown by the regent sent an emissary like you to Avalon to do.

Could it be that you are here to contact the revolutionary army, cooperate with the outside and kill Bai Heng's rebellious ministers and thieves? If so, you have come to the wrong place, the whole world knows that the revolutionary army is hidden in the dark world, and you will not find anything in Avalon. ”

"Sir laughed, Your Majesty had nothing to do with those rebels. ”

Mr. Hu waved his hand, and said, "I came here to find out some things in the past, and then find someone." ”

"Ye Lanzhou?"

Hermes sneered: "Bai Heng, that guy is ready to usurp the throne and kill all the Ye clans, you didn't regret it, and it's useless to be anxious now." ”

"I hope that Mr. will tell me what the responsibilities are. ”

Mr. Hu got up and shook to the bottom: "Ye Lanzhou, where is he now?"

Hermes rolled his eyes: "You ask me, who do I ask? Ye Lanzhou, that guy has long legs, he can go anywhere." ”

Mr. Hu sighed, took out an old silver coin from his cuff, and pushed it to Hermes: "For the sake of this thing's face, I hope to be accommodating." ”

Hermes frowned, "You take out this thing, according to the rules." I really should answer you a question. But are you sure you want to ask this?"

"Exactly. Mr. Hu nodded.

Hermes was expressionless: "He's dead." ”

"No way. ”

Mr. Hu shook his head resolutely: "I was instructed to see people in life, and to see corpses in death." ”

"Tsk, you guys, why are you so tough?"

Hermes irritated and threw the biscuit box aside, picked up a large jar from under the cabinet, and slapped it on the table: "Wow! Here it is!"

Mr. Hu was stunned for a moment and stiffened.

After a long time, he reached out and lifted the gray cloth covering the jar, and the dust shook off the gray cloth.

Beneath the dust and gray cloth, in the amber liquid, soaked was a skull.

The pale, handsome head had its eyes closed, sleeping in an amber liquid. Her long black hair rippled like seaweed.

I don't see the majestic and heroic hair of the past, but it is still as quiet as the moonlight, quiet and beautiful. Not like long dead, but asleep.

"—Bach's own head cut off by his own hands, if you want it, take it!"

Mr. Hu was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and put down the palm that raised the gray cloth. And so the face was buried again in the darkness.

"Why ...... this?"

He sat down in his chair and let out a long sigh after a long time. No more talking.

In the distance, a low chime rang out, echoing in the night sky.

The bell has a mysterious power, faintly carrying the joyful songs and praises of countless people, wherever they pass. The aether drummed, as if dancing for it.

In the darkness under the gray cloth, the head seemed to have awakened briefly from its long sleep.

The corners of his mouth seemed to hook up a nonchalant smile.

It's like an illusion.

Like the moonlight—

Thousands of miles away, the Holy City.

On the top of the hundred-foot tower of this steel city, the lights are bright.

Approaching the critical moment of the ice barrier change of defense in Asgard in the west. The cardinals, dressed in red, were arguing with each other over this.

"It's been six years since there has been a god-level natural disaster, and maintaining this state of imminent combat is an out-and-out burden for Asgard and the Order. The amount of green gold consumed every year alone is in the millions!"

"It's only been six years! If there is an accident in this change of defense, causing natural disasters to enter the hinterland of mankind again, the losses caused will be difficult to recover for 60 years, not to mention 60 years, 600 years!

The principalities that were bulldozed by the 'Silver Tide' in the past have not yet recovered their vitality, so isn't this a lesson enough for us to be vigilant about?"

"To put it mildly, do you know how much it costs to keep the fortress running every day?

What's more, our exploration of natural disasters has been stagnant for decades, and not only the exploration of the dark world has not worked, but Gaius bastard and his revolutionary army are still at large!

It's just that recently, the countries have become more and more slack, and the internal friction is serious, and they don't care how terrible things are in the dark world outside the defense line......

Spiritual corruption and depravity are more terrible than material emptiness, and in the long run, I am afraid that even if there is a fortress, it will be a good thing!"

"The Order never interferes in the internal affairs of other countries, do not make excuses for such shady acts!"

"Fools, does the pursuit of this kind of procedural justice help the outcome......

The argument has been going on for three days without any results.

Only today, at the end of the long table, the figure sitting on the steps seemed to be pensive, and did not listen to their opinions. Just looking up at the starry sky, there is a faint echo of bells in the starry sky.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please judge ...... as soon as possible"

The bishops looked at the silent Pope, looking confused and solemn, and on the side of the throne, the attendants called softly: "Your Majesty, the bishopric is waiting for your decision." ”

On the throne, the Red King raised his hand and held back the noise of the quarrel, just listening to the bell.

It's silent.

A bell came from heaven—

In the middle of the night, a bell rang.

The bronze bell was old and huge, and with the vibration, the dust was shaken off, revealing a copper light like a burning, and the copper light trembled like a flame, and the bell roared.

The roaring bell spread across the sky, towards the far distance, harnessing the fierce wind, reaching thousands of miles away, echoing in the dark world.

It dispersed the ice and snow on the northern barriers, shook the beacon fires under the Great Wall of the East, stirred up dust and sand on the blazing soil of the south, and merged into the ripples from the northern seas.

The bell rang far and wide, striking the ears of all mankind.

"Mr. Gaius, this is a report that has just come from Avalon. ”

In the dark room, the gray-haired old man in the wheelchair put on glasses, read the message on the paper by the light, and after a long time, showed a pleased smile.

"Congratulations, Abraham. He stared in Avalon's direction and whispered, "I finally found the meaning of my life as I wished." ”

No one responded.

Only the faint sound of the bell echoed.

Whether it was around a campfire in the vast wilderness or a city in the middle of a long snowstorm, the low and distant sound of the bell was heard. The bells are ringing.

"The Philosopher's Clock?"

In the dark world, Bach, who was silently moving forward, looked back, and above the nine heavens, the high-crowned old man walking on the star ring lowered his head and looked at the holy city with heavy pupils.

In the temple of the saints, the seventy-six unquenchable lamps also trembled in the bells, and the holy spirits who were sleeping in them opened their eyes and looked at each other.

"Forty-two years......"

"The Philosopher's Bell has been struck. ”

"The Clock of Original Sin ......"

"Humanity is getting closer and closer to the truth of the Dark Ages. ”

"The turmoil of Dayuan will come. ”

"The closest thing to perfection is that the natural disaster has spawned on this land......"

"The day of the decisive battle with the 'gods' is approaching again. ”

The Holy Spirits in the lamplight murmured in a low voice, and finally closed their eyes, and fell into a long slumber again.

In the darkness, only the lights remained.

The bell still rings -

In the midst of the bells, the young man full of alcohol woke up from his dream and let out a painful **.

He grabbed the bottle beside him and drank the remaining liquid, the power of the alcohol spreading again, and he climbed up on the table, gasping for breath.

"Charles, are you having nightmares again?"

Abraham pushed open the door to his room, looking worried.

"No, teacher. Just drunk. ”

Charles smiled reluctantly and got up from the ground: "Oops, I accidentally drank and hung up, and it's really getting more and more unpleasant lately." If they let them see the leaves, I'm afraid they will have to count me down for a long time, right?"

He pushed open the window, dissipating the smell of alcohol in the air, and the moonlight shone on his face.

Charles sat down in the corner, fumbled in his pockets, pulled out half a cigarette, lit it, took two deep breaths, and looked at the door with a forced smile.

But the door was closed, there was no teacher, and Abraham was no longer here.

So, as if he understood something, he withdrew his gaze gloomily.

"Still a dream?"

Curling green smoke rose from his hand, diffused in the moonlight in the dream, and dissipated without a trace.

In the moonlight, the walls gradually crumbled, and blood seeped out from the cracks in the ground, like a spring. There were countless palms embracing him in the bloody water, warm and soft like a mother.

A voice from memory whispered in his ear:

"—Please tell him that I am happy. ”

The ethereal voice lingered in his mind, empty, and he didn't know where it went.

He smiled, closed his eyes, and snuggled into the embrace of the dream.

Mom, are you really happy?——

Under the same canopy, there are white-haired young men who are silent before the firelight, young people sleeping in front of the windows, and immature girls among the layers of clocks......

At the same time, a gray-robed figure stepped onto the land of Avalon.

A sparrow landed on his shoulder, and he listened to the bells and looked up at the starry sky, but there were no stars in his eyes, only the darkness of the abyss.

"The ...... of the Human World"

He murmured hoarsely, "Human...... Foul stench!"

In the sky, the bells echoed.

For whom does the bell ring?(To be continued.) )