In the same late night, in the silent room, there was only the sound of a burning fire. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the light of the jumping fire, Ye Qingxuan leaned on the bed, lowered his head and flipped through the heavy book in his hand, and there was only the sound of salsa rubbing the pages in the silence.

In the shadow of the corner of the wall, Lola's figure emerged, looking at his calm appearance, her slender eyebrows were slightly raised, and her tone was mocking: "It looks confident." ”

Ye Qingxuan raised his head and pinched his chin in confusion: "Is there something wrong?"

"Are you really going to take this bunch of guys straight into the fog to save the world?" Lola poured a basin of cold water, "Don't let me remind you how stupid that is.

"How is it possible? I haven't lost my mind and become crazy. ”

"But it looks no different from a madman. ”

Lola glanced at him and said coldly, "It's true that you want to save the world, but you have to have a plan, right?"

"Rest assured, there is always a plan. ‘

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and continued to read: "No matter what, when Anglu is already silent, the Fifth Department is probably the only force that can change the situation.

This is Maxwell's brainchild, and if even the Fifth Division gets out of control, it will be completely hopeless. ”

"This is your plan? rely on a group of killers and spies? Even an executioner who kills like a hemp and an invincible samurai may not be able to use it at this time. ”

"You don't have to worry about that. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked at the book, but smiled meaningfully: "They will come in handy, it won't take long." ”

In the long silence, there was only the sound of the scroll in Ye Qingxuan's hand flipping.

Lola looked at his focused appearance, and couldn't help but pout:

"What the hell are you looking at?"

"This?"

Ye Qingxuan shook the book in his hand and smiled: "The music theory of a school called Dinar, which originated from the old school of the Dark Ages, has been developing in Burgundy over the years, and has not had much contact with the outside world. ”

As Ye Qingxuan flipped through the pages, a faint moonlight appeared on the empty scroll.

The moonlight outlines the fine handwriting and music theory, which flows on the pages of the book, interweaving vivid and detailed images.

It's like a musician's research notes, detailing his movements and research.

For example, the crow tide formed by thousands of flying birds, and the strange summer night with countless strange feasts and noisy drinks......

Strange rituals that transform people into nightmares, research on all sorts of weirdness, and even methods of communicating and trading with unknown beings in the Aether.

As the pages turned, the young musician described in the book grew old, and eventually became the old musician at the end of the illustration.

After a long period of more than 100 years, he has lived in symbiosis with strangeness, and even transformed into strangeness, and has faintly become a creature in the etheric realm.

"The 'Fusion of Essences' inherited from the Classical School?"

Lola sneered: "This kind of old topic of the old era has long been replaced by a more subdivided field, and it hasn't been eliminated yet?"

There's nothing left to study in this kind of dead end, right?"

"Some of the theories are quite interesting. ”

Ye Qingxuan shrugged, "It's a pity that the direction is wrong, no matter how hard you work and scheming, that's it." When the novelty is gone, it's not interesting. ”

He closed the book and yawned, "Go to sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow." ”

Lola disappears into the shadows.

He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

-

Boom!

In the basement, Oden collapsed to the ground.

With the crack of a skull, Mandel's body fell to the ground, scarlet and grayish slurry bursting down on Oden's face, smearing his face pale.

The boiling brain pulp falls into the mouth, bringing a disgusting salty taste.

He only felt that his eyes were dark, and he almost fainted on the ground.

He didn't understand it at all...... What the hell happened?

Ever since Mandel's ritual ended, the old man had been standing in place, dejected, and the aether around him was constantly fluctuating.

Sometimes it's like talking to someone you can't see, but your eyes are empty.

It's like the soul has been robbed of it a long time ago.

Until just now, his whole body was convulsing, and his head suddenly burst.

With Mandel's death, the aether furnace in the middle of the room cracked silently, the flames went out, the acrid smoke filled the air, and the strange creatures born in the flames screamed and dissipated.

Mercury fell from the ceiling like rain.

It's cold to the bone.

Oden shuddered, staggered to his feet, and rushed out the door.

It can't stay any longer.

-

Early in the morning, Xavier woke up from his bed.

The damp sea breeze seeped in through the cracks in the door, and moss was almost growing on the clammy and cold bedding.

He took a deep breath and rubbed his face, feeling only a burst of relief.

Perhaps because of Master Mandel's assurance, he hadn't slept so well in a long time, as if he had come back to life, and he was no longer tired.

There was a knock on the door.

"Colonel, breakfast is ready. ”

The man outside the door said, "Would you like to be brought to the room for you?"

"No need. ”

Xavier got up and said lightly: "I'll go to the restaurant, you go and invite Mr. Ye to come with you." ”

The footsteps outside the door were gone.

In this way, when he was eating breakfast, he could admire the appearance of Ye Qingxuan's body being dragged out of the room. A corpse with noble blood might be a little more noble, and it's not bad to accompany a meal.

He pulled out his dagger, shaved the stubble that had just emerged in the mirror in the living room, and finally, he looked at himself in glasses, dignified and majestic as iron.

Xavier nodded in satisfaction.

This is the last hard day, after Ye Qingxuan is solved, there will be no more trouble. It's fitting to welcome a new life with such a face.

No longer looking at the cracks in the mirror, he ******** and pushed the door open.

In the early morning, the cave monastery was silent.

In this lightless sea, only the torches on the walls burned dimly, and there was no distinction between morning and dusk.

There were already a lot of people who had gotten up, sitting in the hallways and rooms, and the cooks and dining carts came by and poured the boiled paste into their tin cups, which were scooped into their mouths before it cooled down.

After days of torture, everyone's face turned pale, and they sat in the corner like prisoners with their heads bowed, silently silent.

It's almost time for the fire.

Xavier pondered what to do next, and walked through the hallway and pushed open the kitchen door.

Then I saw Auden sitting in the corner.

The scribe-like man sat on a bench, like pins and needles, his face pale and trembling and curled up in a ball. When Xavier came in, he barely squeezed out a smile, but dodged his eyes.

Xavier froze.

An inexplicable cold crept into his collar, almost freezing.

Something was not right, but he couldn't tell...... I just think, it's terrible.

Then he heard a voice coming from the main seat.

"Sorry to take your place. ”

The white-haired young man sat in his rightful place, slicing the tender fried beef on his plate, slowly.

"I'm hungry and didn't wait for you. I hope you don't get angry. ”

"Leaf ...... Qingxuan?"

Xavier's face twitched and twitched.

For a moment, it was as if an invisible nightmare had attached to him, draining all his strength, causing panic to boil through his chest and dim his eyes.

He subconsciously retreated, but saw that there were already two people standing at the door.

They looked at themselves indifferently and said nothing.

"Sit down. ”

Ye Qingxuan pointed to the seat opposite him, "I brought some mushrooms on the boat, I asked the cook to boil the soup, it tastes good, drink it while it's hot." ”

Xavier stiffened in place, for a long, difficult step, pulled out his chair, and sat down in that position.

A steaming soup is scented with cream.

He picked up the spoon, but hesitated, not daring to take a bite. Soon, the hot soup just out of the pot was covered with a layer of oily skin in the cold, which is a pity.

"Aren't you hungry?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him, stretched out his hand, and took the soup away: "That's okay for me, I haven't eaten yet." ”

Xavier opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't make a sound.

In the silence, there was only the sound of Ye Qingxuan drinking soup.

After a long time, he put down the spoon and sighed contentedly.

"The cream was a bit too much, but it tasted so good, praise to the chef. After such a long time at sea, drinking a bowl of hot soup, I feel like my whole person is alive.

It's a pity that you don't drink such a good soup. ”

Xavier was silent, stiffly putting down the spoon in his hand, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Just found out that the location is really nice, right in front of my room. ”

Ye Qingxuan took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, as if chatting: "If a frozen corpse is dragged out of the room during breakfast, it must be very pleasing to the eye." ”

In the silence, a small sound came from outside the door.

Someone brought out a headless corpse from the basement, dragged it from the doorway little by little, dragged it into the distance, and faintly heard a muffled sound, as if something had fallen into the sea.

"Now that we've eaten, let's get down to business. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked at his pale face and said softly, "Something about the Burgundians." ”

Xavier's last luck was snuffed out.

The face is disgraced.

It was like being a teenager in an instant, sitting unsteadily, and almost slipping off the chair.

Ye Qingxuan threw two passports on the table, as well as a travel guide that was flipped to the edge of the volume, and looked at the harbor scenery on the cover, and smiled:

"Calais is a great place, spring all year round, warm breezes. Open the window and you'll see the harbour and wild cats basking on the eaves.

You have chosen yourself a good place, where you have a house, and a bill of exchange of 400,000 pounds, and you will be able to spend the second half of your life in an enviable way, and then have a decent funeral.

You can live in peace and joy for the rest of your life, away from all dangers and struggles.

I have to say, you sold your colleague for a good price. They will surely thank you in hell as well. ”

"Enough!"

Xavier finally spoke.

He clenched his fists and glared at Ye Qingxuan: "What do you know! I'm just here to ......"

"It doesn't matter for anything. ”

Ye Qingxuan interrupted him, lacking interest: "I'm not interested in listening to your hardships and excuses for betrayal, anyway, you've already betrayed, haven't you?" )