In the dark room, in the silence, there is a silver light gathering out of thin air.

Soon, the flickering silver light converged into an old face, which was full of wrinkles, as if it had not seen sunlight for many years, and lacked blood.

It's just that his pupils are like a vast ocean, with their own majesty and awe-inspiring.

"Dr. Norton, I'm Bayer, the head of Avalon. ”

"Emergency line?"

Norton picked up the signal and frowned, "Could it be that the harbingers of Leviathan's recovery have appeared again?"

"No, it's another thing. ”

Bayer sighed and said, "I submitted a translation of the Voynich manuscript the other day, do you remember?"

"Nonsense! Your submission has driven the Trinity Academy Apocalypse musicians crazy. If you hadn't had Hermes' guaranty, you would still be arguing now.

What's wrong? Is that fake?"

Seeing that Norton was so serious, Bayer's expression suddenly became a little sad, "It's not fake, but now...... Well, it's possible that Ingmar's research was copied. ”

There was a long silence.

After a long time, Norton took a breath of cold air and rubbed his eyebrows: "If that's the case, it's a big problem." Hell, we've all declared to ring the sage's bell.

Who is the person reporting plagiarism?"

Abraham Wilson, teacher at the Royal Academy of Music. ”

"Abraham?"

Norton thought for a moment, shook his head, and was a little skeptical: "I have never heard of such a revelatory musician who is good at interpreting ancient texts. Did you get something wrong?"

"Well, actually...... He is a musician from the forbidden school, and his identity is very sensitive anyway. ”

"Is it credible?"

"That's the problem. ”

Bayer sighed, "The student who came to report it, I just asked the Nibelungen to check his identity, and guess what?"

Norton frowned. "If you have something to, say it! What the hell is it going on?"

"Ahem, okay. ”

Bayer shrugged, "He doesn't have a household registration, he doesn't have a place of birth, and Anglo doesn't have this person." Although it is gray hair, but in the last two years. Anglo's entry record does not contain the blood of the dragon vein of the East.

A teenager, as if he had jumped out of a rock. It wasn't until I finally seconded the Order's repository that I found out who he was......"

Norton was stunned: "He's a member of the Order?"

"Actually, it's not, because he's not a clergyman, but this kid's background is so scary that even I didn't expect it. ”

"How big, could it be the illegitimate son of a cardinal?"

"In terms of identity, it's not much different. ”

Bayer scratched his head, "His godfather is Bane Randall, the commander of the Second Legion of the Knights Templar. A sword-bearer who was ordained by the Pope himself. The ruler of the 'Gates of Heaven'.

If you still don't think this kid can be trusted, I don't have anything to say - as long as you're not afraid that the Fourth Legion will come to your house tonight with power swords. ”

“......”

Silence, long silence.

Norton also lit his pipe, took two puffs, and let out a long breath: "Okay, now whether the plagiarism is true or not, I can only rejoice now that we haven't rang the sage's bell yet." ”

"So. Is this a pass?"

"Passed. ”

Norton sighed, sorrow on his brow.

He lived old enough. I have seen enough of them, which is why I am so pessimistic.

For such a sage bell that has not been rung for nearly a hundred years, how many disputes will there be?

In the afternoon, the atmosphere of the large conference room was frozen.

All the teachers present were silent. In a stiff atmosphere, they looked at Abraham, who was sitting in the corner.

Abraham sat in his place, as always. Looking down at the Iron Hand, silent, without a sense of presence, like some inconsequential background.

Just today, those eyes that looked at him. All full of complexity and compassion.

As early as the morning, the news of Ye Qingxuan and their going to the Musicians Association had already spread. The school board was outraged, not only because it had crossed their jurisdiction, but also because it further questioned their ability to deal with it.

Once it spreads, no matter what the outcome is, it will definitely be an out-and-out scandal for the Academy.

Before the meeting, all of Abraham's teaching positions had been suspended, and the motion to dissolve the music history department had been considered.

Everyone understood: this time, the school committee was in earnest.

In the blink of an eye, the music history department, which had a revival yesterday, has reached the brink of stormy today.

"What I'm going to talk about today must have been heard by you. ”

At the front, Ingmar said coldly: "For so many days, I have taken into account the overall situation, made compromises, retreated step by step, and even in order to calm down this farce, I was willing to give up the position of the second creator, but I was regarded as weak and bullied by some people!"

I categorically didn't expect that in order to achieve his ulterior purpose, he would not hesitate to make such a fuss out of his own way!"

His voice was like a nail, and it smashed into the stone one by one, splashing with a cold echo:

"Now, this is no longer a vicious slander against me, but an unprecedented scandal at the Royal Academy of Music!

In five hundred years, the academy has been guided by glory and dignity, and there has never been such a terrible incident!

Abraham, where are you going to put the whole academy for your own selfish desires?!"

There was silence in the room.

Abraham sat upright, still silent, even as he looked ahead, but there was no focus, as if he had fallen into another world.

This look is really the same as always, out of place with everyone, like participating in something that has nothing to do with you, you don't understand, you don't want to participate, you just stand outside the crowd and watch from afar.

You say yours, I'll do mine.

It seems to be sluggish, but the attitude is arrogant and involuntarily disgusting - how can such a person be here?

"It seems that you are determined to insist on the appeal of the Musicians Association......" Ingmar squeezed a cold voice from between her teeth, "I advise you to dispel this kind of daydreaming."

Do you really think that the Musicians Association will pay attention to your vexatious behavior? I'm afraid that now your two students who went to make trouble have been kicked out!"

He paused, and a chill flashed in his eyes:

"Abraham. It's too late for you to turn back, provided that things are out of control before they get out of hand!

Otherwise, the school committee will not turn a blind eye to your behavior that corrupts the school spirit...... Don't forget who you are, Abraham!

- The academy can bail you out of Grita, and of course it can send you back again!"

Greena ......

It was like a chill in the conference room. Everyone felt the temperature plummet, and they couldn't help but tense their bodies.

This time, the school committee is going to kill them all.

If something goes wrong, Abraham will be reincarnated in the military prison as a felon, released on bail by the principal, and will never see the light of day.

On a deserted island on the side of Avalon, in the tower, Grimta, built 400 years ago, I don't know how many musician felons have spent their last days there, dying on the gallows. Or in the cage of the dungeon that does not see the light of day.

For hundreds of years, there was no wailing, only the sound of a weeping tide.

That might be where he ended.

At that moment, Abraham raised his eyes, as if awakened from a fugue, and finally reacted. As if sensing his fear, Ingmar sneered.

"It's too late to regret it now. Abraham. Although your students and you are all the way. But there's no need to bother them just like you, right?

All the time. The Academy is too indulgent to you, otherwise it wouldn't have led to the situation we are in today!Especially that Oriental, who is not only morally corrupt and vicious, but also goes to the musicians' association to make a big fuss......"

"Leaf is a good boy. ”

Abraham interrupted him, and his voice was not angry or flustered. It's just indifferent, as if it's stating something as it should be.

It was the first time he responded, but Ingmar couldn't react.

In the midst of the men's bewildered gaze, Abraham pondered the words and repeated slowly, earnestly: "Leaf is a good boy." He never told lies. ”

For a moment, Ingmar's expression stiffened and became extremely gloomy:

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, he said you copied it, you probably did. ”

Abraham looked at him, speaking slowly and earnestly: "After all, it's just some manuscripts, and if someone takes them, it's not worth caring about. However, please don't insult my students.

Because, they all work hard. ”

In the silence of the conference room, Abraham slowly got up from the table, looked around, looked at those stunned and confused eyes, and for the first time voiced himself in front of everyone:

"As you say, a crash musician like me, who has achieved nothing in his life, is now old and will only live empty.

To be honest, the music history department was able to stay because of the efforts of those two children.

So, as their teacher, I'm ashamed. ”

His voice echoed like a low echo of an iron monument smashed into the rock formation, with unshakable indifference and persistence:

"They have given a lot for this place, more than me. So, whatever they decide, I will believe and support them, even if they are imprisoned in Greenta again.

Otherwise, I wouldn't even be qualified to be a teacher. ”

With that, he bowed his head slightly, as a sign of politeness, and then turned to leave, but when he reached the door, he slapped his head suddenly, walked back with some embarrassment, took out a notification letter from his pocket and pushed it in front of Ingmar:

"By the way, I'm here to give you this. ”

Ingmar was stunned for a moment, and looked down at the table: when he saw the fire paint seal of the Musicians Guild and the forehead on it, his face changed drastically, as if he had seen a ghost, and turned pale.

It was a notice from the Musicians Association, informing him of the summons to participate in the academic review after 10 days.

"You...... You ......"

Ingmar's arm trembled, and she pointed incoherently at Abraham: "How can the Musicians Guild pass...... Obviously ......"

Abraham paid no attention to him, but looked at all those present and whispered:

"To be honest, I'm a dull person, I don't understand the atmosphere, I don't follow the rules, the only thing I'm good at is the straightforward way of speaking in the army, and I've always been very confused about what it means for people to sit here every day and say something without content.

However, it may be a good thing to let the musicians association judge it now, at least it will be simpler and the results will be convincing. ”

"If, after that, any of us have any objections to the results of the deliberations, it is better to have a duel to the death according to the rules of the army. ”

When he said the word 'duel to the death', he said it as if he was eating and drinking, but his expression was extremely serious.

Eating and drinking is a life-threatening affair that deserves to be taken seriously.

The same goes for a life-and-death duel, so it should be the same as eating and drinking.

At least to Abraham.

Until now, those people are remembering...... The old man standing in front of him was once a dragon knight, and he still had the blood and death of the battlefield in his bones.

He didn't belong here, and he couldn't understand what they were good at, so he was silent and silent, sluggish to adapt to their rules.

Now he doesn't want to play with them, he wants to do it for real.

For the sake of his students, he doesn't even care about himself anymore, what else can you do with him?

No matter what means you have prepared, come as you want.

This time, he won't take a step back. (To be continued.) )