In the quiet dining room, the soft sound of the piano echoes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ever since he saw Yunlou Qingshu come to the Holy City, Ye Qingxuan was a little uneasy, and he didn't know what was going to happen.

In the midst of his contemplation, a man with a cane came up and tapped lightly on the table.

Ye Qingxuan looked up and saw the gray hair of the comer.

He was dressed in a proper dress, with a cane in his hand, as if he was not good at walking, and his face was serious, and his eyes were harsh, and he looked very familiar.

- Handel.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect to meet one of the few Saints who were currently stationed in the Holy City for a short time, one of the controllers of the Silent Mechanism.

"May I sit here?"

Handel looked at Bai Xi's position.

Ye Qingxuan's pupils narrowed, he was silent for a moment, shook his head, and bluntly refused:

"No, there's someone here. ”

Three simple words.

No.

No one has ever dared to say this to the saints.

If anyone saw that he did not know what to do, it would inevitably be another round of verbal rebuke - no one would refuse a saint's request, especially in this sense of goodwill.

It is unwise to push the other party to the opposite side of you so bluntly.

And Handel didn't seem to be angry, just nodded:

"It looks like I still have some time before she comes back. ”

Without waiting for Ye Qingxuan to react, he sat down in Bai Xi's position, put the crutches next to him, and pushed a file bag off the table.

"Look at this. ”

"What is this?"

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand to pick open the seal of the document bag and saw a thick pile of documents inside.

"It's just a contract, for you. ”

Handel took off the copper enamel pen on the neckline and put it in front of Ye Qingxuan: "Sign him, and you will be able to become the head of the Silent Agency in Anglo."

You can use one-third of the resources of the Silent Mechanism when necessary, and there are six masters who follow your orders at any time, and you, only need to be accountable to me.

It's the best I can get for you. ”

In the silence, Ye Qingxuan was sluggish.

He had never imagined that such a large piece of cake would fall from the sky and fall in front of him at this moment, exuding an attractive color and fragrance.

The head of the Silent Agency, Anglo...... In a way, this position represents an unimaginably vast amount of power and wealth.

As long as he signed, the wealth and power of the six masters, countless musicians, and the Silent Mechanism were in his hands......

Seeing his stunned look, Handel's eyes showed a hint of satisfaction.

No one can ignore the power and impact that this position can bring.

Whether you are a musician or not, as long as you are born in the world, you will inevitably understand the importance of power and power. And this paper document is the road to heaven that leads to power and power.

Ye Qingxuan seemed to be frightened.

He stared at the seductive pen, but did not move.

After a long time, he shook his head and sighed softly:

"I'm sorry, I refuse. ”

Second refusal.

In just a few minutes, this startlingly arrogant rejection occurred twice.

The smile on Handel's face stiffened.

"Have you thought about it? Ye Qingxuan. ”

He was silent for a long time, and then asked lightly, "I know we had an unpleasant meeting before, but I hope you can understand the severity."

Such an opportunity, for you, once you miss it, I am afraid that there will be no second time in your life. ”

Seeing him like this, Ye Qingxuan smiled and shook his head: "It seems that this is the first time you have encountered this situation, I didn't expect that the high-minded charity would be disliked one day?"

"Are you dissatisfied with this contract?"

Handel frowned: "If you have your own conditions, the specific terms can be modified. But I don't like your resistance. ”

"As we all know, in addition to being a musician and a nobleman, I was a scholar of ancient literature in the earliest days. ”

Ye Qingxuan smiled, he picked up the pre-dinner wine, took a sip gently, and said something that was incompatible: "When I was flipping through ancient documents, I once read a sentence. That's a writer describing a stupid woman. He said: At that time she was too young to know all the gifts given by fate, and she had already secretly marked the price. ”

Ye Qingxuan put down his wine glass and looked at Handel deeply:

"-Excuse me, how much will I have to pay for this pie that fell from the sky?"

Handel stared at him indifferently, and after a long time, he spoke: "Ye Qingxuan, I hope you understand that for me, there are no coveted secrets about you.

Although this position requires you to fulfill some obligations when necessary.

But what you have to pay is not much compared to what you get. ”

Ye Qingxuan bowed slightly, and asked, "For example, to sell Xia Er to you, or at some point, to become your bargaining chip to threaten Xia Er?"

Constantine's uncontrolled rise now, I'm afraid many people feel threatened, right?

I believe that this contract did not exist at all until Charles agreed to be Konstantin's confidential secretary......"

"You're thinking too much. ”

Handel's tone turned cold: "Ye Qingxuan, everyone, when necessary, must make some sacrifices for this world. ”

"Remember what I said?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him: "Xia Er has nothing to do with you anymore, and I hope you don't pay attention to Xia Er anymore." Mr. Handel, you are a saint, above all men, and it stands to reason that I should respect you.

But don't think I don't know what you said to Charles......"

His tone was calm, almost cold, and he told the old man in front of him, "If I have the chance, I will let you experience his feelings too." ”

Unabashed words.

The atmosphere at the table quickly turned cold.

Handel looked at him, but his eyes became disappointed, full of regret: "Ye Qingxuan, the Holy City treats you well, why do you resist? Or do you still think that Ye Lanzhou has done nothing wrong?"

Ye Qingxuan frowned.

"Don't underestimate the Holy City, when Bane returned to the Holy City and registered you as his godson, the Holy City already knew who you were. ”

Handel said coldly, "For a long time, the Holy City has tolerated you in many ways, and it has not held you accountable to you, and it has praised you greatly. What right do you have to feel that the Holy City is sorry for you?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled.

He looked into Handel's eyes.

This look is so familiar, so high up, like looking down on the dust.

As long as you have such a look, it seems that everything in the world can be at your mercy, and you must make sacrifices for what you have in your heart.

But he completely ignored the desolation and bitterness in the dust.

"What Ye Lanzhou did has nothing to do with me. ”

Ye Qingxuan said: "If it is the Holy City's tolerance and gift to me that I have not been completely erased as the son of a sinner, then I am afraid I will disappoint you."

You feel that it is necessary to sacrifice for the sake of everyone in this world, but alas, I never feel that I owe anything to this world, and, quite the opposite......"

He looked at the gloomy man in front of him and told him word by word:

"- Mr. Handel, the world owes me so much. ”

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By the time Bai Xi came back, it was already ten minutes later.

The brief meeting between Ye Qingxuan and Handel had already ended in an unpleasant atmosphere.

"Where are you going to play again?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed, reached out and rubbed her long hair that was a little disordered.

Before she knew it, her hair was waist-length. If you don't pay attention to grooming, it will become a mess of hair.

Bai Xi let Ye Qingxuan mess with his hair, and then combed it neatly with him, feeling the temperature of his palm, he couldn't help but laugh:

"When I went out, I saw an old ghost who asked for food very pitiful, and he was soft-hearted, so he gave him two cents. ”

"Why are your clothes torn?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at her cuffs and made a small hole.

"I accidentally hung up when I entered the door. Bai Xi's expression became happy: "In this way, I can buy a new one in the afternoon." ”

"That's not how the embassy's budget is spent. ”

Ye Qingxuan glared at him angrily: "And every time I ask someone to issue you an invoice for office supplies, those people's eyes are very strange!

"Cousin, although you say no, you are very honest in paying. ”

"You're giving me a new reason!"

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "Thanks to your blessings, all the office supplies of the Holy City Embassy will be bought until next year! No matter how blind the Ministry of Finance is, it is impossible to reimburse it, right?"

"Isn't there also food and travel expenses?"

"Hey, where the hell did you learn this......?"

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but shake his head.

Others have said that when they come to the Holy City, they will gather elites, but why are the people around them unreliable. Charles's fall is almost over, and even Bai Xi has learned a good skill of cheating reimbursement.

Never mind.

Ye Qingxuan remembered the cashier in the embassy with a bitter look and a resentful look, and immediately dispelled the idea of reimbursement.

Anyway, there is still a large amount of stolen money in his account, the ill-gotten gains of Avalon's group of smugglers, and Ye Qingxuan's own material desires are extremely weak, and he often can't buy what he wants. Bai Xi can spend a little more, which can be regarded as a help.

It's just that she can't let her know about this matter, otherwise she will dare to take Ye Qingxuan's check book tomorrow and sweep away all the luxuries on the Holy City Avenue......

Thinking of such a terrifying scene, Ye Qingxuan's non-existent heart couldn't help but twitch in the etheric realm.

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The pitch-black iron box was forty centimeters long, thirty-five centimeters wide, and fifteen centimeters thick.

It looks like it was made specifically for something precious, which is why it is so delicate and rigorous, and when it is closed and locked, it is so tightly closed that there are almost no gaps on the surface.

The alchemical matrix inscribed inside ensures that the contents are kept intact and undamaged in the event of intense impact, fire, or flooding.

Nobles usually engraved their family crest on such chests, and kept their wills about the division of their estates in them, or used to keep precious jewelry or vouchers to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

But on this chest, there was nothing but the emblem of the Holy City.

Now it was carefully placed on Konstantin's table, so gently that it treated like a rare treasure.

"This is what Mr. Ludovick has ordered me to bring. ”

The middle-aged priest sighed softly: "Fortunately, please check." ”

"I'm tired. Konstantin shook hands with him.

Although it had been delivered, the middle-aged priest was still reluctant to give up on the box, and couldn't help but take a look:

"As Mr. Ludovic has ordered, we will hand over this item to you. Allow me to say more: I hope you can keep it safe. ”

He reluctantly retracted his gaze and sighed softly, "After all, since the death of Orwell, the alchemist of the previous generation, no one has been able to make such a perfect copy. ”

"Thanks for the reminder, I will. ”

Konstantin politely sent him to the door: "Charles, send off." ”

After the mysterious guest left, Charles couldn't help but sneak in and probe his brain: "Sir, did that guy come to give us money just now?"

"Send money?"

Konstantin was stunned for a moment, and then laughed complicatedly: "In a way, yes. It's just that the contents of this box can't be bought now. ”

Sensing Charles's curiosity, he did not shy away from Charles, reached out and turned the combination lock of the iron box, and said lightly.

"You haven't seen the guy who just came, but you must have heard of the order to which he belongs. ”

He paused and said a name:

- The Single-Hearted Monks of the Holy City. ”

"Is that legendary group of monks with boundless power real?" asked Charr curiously.

"The Single-Hearted Monks of the Holy City were born four hundred years ago, and the earliest time was formed by order of the second generation of the Pope, and the members were all heads of various monk families, with real power bishops. They were originally formed as the Pope's think tank, an indispensable weight in the political scales, and the Holy City used it to play with the nations.

Later, as time passed, the Single-Hearted Monks also began to lose control...... By now, it has become a behemoth that is enough to faintly confront the Pope. If the second-generation pope knew about it, he would probably be deeply disappointed. ”

"They're here to give you a gift?"

"I can't say anything about giving gifts, after all, you can't eat or drink, you can't put it on display, and you have to keep it properly and serve it carefully. ”

Konstantin opened the iron box and stared at the contents: "It's a hot thing." ”

Charles leaned over and saw only a crystal brick.

He recognized that it was a precious material made by the School of Change, and the price was higher than that of lapis gold. But I don't understand why such precious material would be used to seal a thin page of manuscripts.

In the midst of the crystal bricks, an ancient page is sealed.

It seems that a long time has passed, and the pages of the book have deteriorated, and if it were not for the preservation of the crystal bricks, I am afraid that they would have been worn out in the years.

It was written in a text that resembled musical notes, but Charles could not identify its source.

He approached in silence and looked at it for a long time.

His teacher, Abraham, is now one of the world's leading ancient scholars, a master of literature, but this is the case, he tried again and again to interpret it, but could not read the text.

"What is this?"

"This is the archetype of the rune script, a product between musical notes and language. It's been so many years since it happened, and it doesn't make any sense anymore. It's okay if you don't know each other. ”

The rune script is the closest to the Dark Ages of any language in the West, and with the exception of scholars who specialize in it, only a few remote tribes in Asgard still have the language. To this day, it retains part of the grammar of the Dark Ages, giving a glimpse into a long time ago a thousand years ago, and is therefore known as a living fossil.

Charles didn't expect that what the Holy City Single-minded Monk would cherish was its mother.

Do they want to enlist Konstantin to engage in academic research together?

Charles was amused by his thoughts.

"A long time ago, it was believed that it was the language of natural disasters. ”

Konstantin said indifferently: "This is the oldest writing ever discovered by mankind, and it is also the origin of all musical notes. What you see is nothing more than a copy of an ancient text.

It is known as the 'Book of Returning to the Ruins', and it is the origin of human civilization and the cornerstone of the Golden Age. ”

Charles froze.

"It has always been the control of the Book of Return to the Ruins and its final interpretation that has made the status of the Single-Hearted Monks of the Holy City so lofty and unshakable. Holding this copy gives you a great advantage in terms of doctrine. It can be said that it is a precious item that any high-ranking member of the Order can only dream of. ”

Konstantin raised the brick in his hand and reflected the sunlight outside the window, staring at the faint characters in it. There is no power in it, but it carries the heavy breath of history.

It's like the one who controls his destiny can become the Red King. Something called 'orthodoxy' gives it an irreplaceable meaning.

Any clergyman who desires the truth of history and the essence of its source is proud to see it.

What it corresponds to and represents is the same power and honor as the One of the Hundred Eyes. ”

Konstantin stroked the bricks and whispered:

- The Three-Pillar God, the Sacred Cauldron. ”

In silence, Charles swallowed and spat.

"Is that legend true?" Charles asked in a low voice, "Is it true that the rumors of the Sacred Cauldron were first unearthed from the ruins of mankind?"

"Maybe, after all these years, who knows?"

Konstantin put the brick back in the box: "I have heard all kinds of rumors that humans have created gods to protect the race through the dark ages and the abyss of terror. Some people say that the sacred cauldron is nothing more than the dream of ancient poets, and some musicians believe that the crown of the Three Kings was forged by the sacred cauldron......

There are a lot of different claims that seem to hold water, but they are completely different from each other, and all I can tell you is: the Sacred Cauldron does exist, Charr. (To be continued.) )