The next day, in the afternoon, the wind and the sun were beautiful.

It's almost impossible to see the hustle and bustle of last night.

For most people, there was just a rare earthquake last night, causing a tsunami and chaos that brought a lot of scare. But the fright had passed, and it had become the talk of afternoon tea.

People chatted happily about the scandal of the previous night and discussed the miraculous power of the musicians as they participated in the repair and reconstruction of the building. Only a few sensitive people feel as if something is wrong, but they can't say it.

Maybe it's because there are more soldiers patrolling the streets, maybe it's because the mounted police seem to be getting more professional, maybe it's because there are a few more musicians in robes at the checkpoints when entering and exiting the city gates......

The hidden turmoil in the upper city is too far away for them, and I don't know how long it will take for it to turn into bizarre rumors and talk again, right?

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes! such a big dragon! flying in the sky......" In the tavern, a young man made an exaggerated gesture, which drew a burst of laughter.

"Don't be stupid, I'm afraid you're scared to hallucinate, right?"

"Dragon, don't say it's a dragon, you don't even have a dragon hair!"

In the midst of the coaxing, the young man sat back in his seat and knocked on the head of his brother next to him: "Drink less, don't get drunk." ”

"And I won't get drunk...... "The younger brother stuffed his head, unhappy.

"Well, you can drink wine everywhere, but if you don't leave, you won't be able to catch the boat. ”

Because he was ridiculed, the young man who couldn't hold his face pulled up his younger brother, paid off the banknotes, and prepared to leave with the package.

"This is your brother, isn't that cute?" the middle-aged bartender laughed. Reaching out and rubbing the child's short millet hair, the child glared at the bartender dissatisfied.

When the bartender came to his senses, he found that the brothers had already left.

He patted his head a little dumbfounded, only to find that he couldn't remember how they had left anyway. I only remember the little child, the little child's eyes...... Pure golden, like a jewel.

I don't know why. Memories began to blur and dissipate rapidly, and soon, he forgot that someone had been there, and returned to his busy and peaceful routine.

At the city gates, the long queue out of the city advanced slowly.

At the front, the examining musician looked at the two brothers in front of him, "Vladimir, Avdeyevich...... Did you come from the Caucasus Federation? It's a long way away. ”

"The one who dedicates his life to art is the real painter, isn't it?"

The elder brother, who was called Vladimir, smiled. The lingua franca, however, does not have a Caucasian accent at all, but is close to the upper echelons of Anglo, full of grace and sleekness: "Anglo is only the first stop, and we are going to Burgundy, from the sea to Asgard, and finally to the Holy City." ”

A faint glint in the musician's eyes lit up, swept over the brothers, and was soon extinguished. He nodded. The passports of the two were stamped with official seals, and he handed them the passports with a smile:

"Have you ever seen the murals at the Covent Opera? It's a rare Baroque fresco. It's not out of town yet. It's too late to go back and see. ”

"I've been there for a long time, but unfortunately, after I came, I realized that it had been burned down by fire decades ago. Vladimir looked sorry: "Anglo really doesn't care enough about the preservation of art, uh, sorry." I have no intention of ......"

"It's fine. ”

The musician smiled, waved his hand, and motioned to the knights behind him to switch and let them go: "Have a good trip." ”

"Thank you, I will definitely come back again if I have the chance. ”

Vladimir laughed. He took his brother by the hand and walked out of the city gate.

Behind him, around the crowded procession, there were knights clad in ominous black, patrolling the crowd, their eyes sharp as knives under their hoods.

Soon, the passenger ship in the distance roared and gradually sailed away from the port.

On the deck, the two brothers from the Caucasus Federation seemed to gaze at the city reluctantly, their eyes reflecting the pure white city that was gradually moving away.

"It's miserable, everyone in the House, maybe you've been hung on the gallows. The thought that I was the only one who faked my death and survived felt a little uneasy about my non-existent conscience. ”

In the quiet sea breeze, 'Vladimir' sighed regretfully and waved goodbye: "Goodbye, everyone, although I may not avenge you, I will remember you."

You will be recorded in my autobiography as a model of failure, so that you will surely live on for posterity!"

No one responded.

He smiled, retracted his gaze, and looked down at him.

The immature little boy also looked up at him, and the golden pupils were like amber, and in the amber were the vertical pupils of the beast, with the cruelty and gloom of a demon.

"Naberis, I'm hungry. ”

"Just bear with it, just bear with it for a while. ”

The black musician named Naberis stretched out his hand and gently stroked the boy's short millet hair, as if he were caressing some rare treasure.

"Poor little Mordred, will Uncle take you to see the big goldfish?"

In the same afternoon, the underground palace of the sword fence.

The pitch-black carriage drove into the underground plaza and stopped in front of the gate. Ye Qingxuan was in front of the huge dusty door, still dressed in the camouflage of the lower city.

Behind him, Dominic's figure seemed to melt into the darkness, blurred.

There seemed to be a little problem, and two minutes later, Her Royal Highness the princess in the white dress pushed the door out of the carriage, coughed lightly, and bowed her head in greeting: "Long wait, Mr. Holmes." ”

"It just so happens that I've just arrived. Ye Qingxuan responded indifferently, but he didn't know why Her Royal Highness, who had always been cold, didn't even look at herself this time?

Could it be that the impression left is too bad? No, after all, he at least helped to unravel the curse! At least the attitude should be friendly.

Don't say 'reverence', but at least it shouldn't be 'cold'!

However, thinking of the deaths he made with Her Royal Highness the Princess's experiments, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but feel a little afraid, fortunately, it wasn't 'hatred', otherwise he would really be finished.

After a brief moment of silence and embarrassment, Mary coughed and walked ahead:

"Please follow me. ”

She crossed Ye Qingxuan and handed an old key to Dominic, who glanced at it, nodded, and turned around and inserted the key into the door behind her.

With the shrill sound of steel grinding, the door slammed open.

Dominic didn't lead the way as before, but just handed over a wind lantern and glanced at Ye Qingxuan, his eyes were subtle: "What a lucky little ghost." ”

In the far darkness behind the doorway, Her Royal Highness the Princess in the white dress lifted the wind lantern and looked back at him. Ye Qingxuan, who was stunned, came to his senses and hurriedly followed.

The door slammed shut behind them.

In the silence, he heard Mary's footsteps ahead. The girl held up the wind lamp, which illuminated the steps that spiraled down at her feet. The spiral staircase seems to stretch down endlessly.

Every time he entered this door, he saw something completely different, and it was a surprise.

Ye Qingxuan looked around, looking at the cracks on the walls, as well as those broken ornaments, he always felt that he was in an abandoned castle.

He took a deep breath, not feeling the smell of dust and decay, no wind, no other smell. I could only smell the faint perfume in front of me.

Well, Your Highness, your taste is quite good.

Ye Qingxuan quietly nodded in his heart.

Mary, who was leading the way ahead, seemed unaccustomed to such a long silence, and coughed softly, "Mr. Holmes, you don't seem to be surprised, have you ever been to such a place?"

Isn't it better that I come here every day to work more than you......

Of course, the words must not be said like this, Ye Qingxuan just nodded: "To be honest, I also feel puzzled." Some small places can feel different from the outside world.

Some of them are like black zones, but they are more stable than black zones. ”

Hearing this, Mary smiled softly: "The Sword Fence Underground Palace is a place where the material realm and the ether realm overlap to a high degree, so there are many things that do not seem to make sense.

Because of its special nature, it was only transformed hundreds of years ago into its present state for the future - because it is the best place for vaults and seals, and it can be said that it is a natural 'realm'.

The unrecognized person pushed open the door and saw only two walls. Only those who have the medium and the key will be able to step into it. But what you see is very different. ”

"I see. ”

Ye Qingxuan bowed slightly, remembering that the key that Mary handed to Dominic should be like his librarian certificate, which is the key to open the road.

One key, one way, but everyone uses the same door.

He was puzzled by the distorted spatial relationships, but they had actually happened in many places. The laws of physics as we know them are often subverted in the face of a changing world, but there are always reasons and reasons.

This also has a lot to do with the music theory of the Forbidden School, after all, what the Forbidden School studies is the ether itself, and the phenomena caused by the interference of the ether are also included in it.

With Ye Qingxuan's current attainments, he can't understand the occurrence of this situation, so he can only keep it in mind first and think about it slowly.

"We're going to the heart of the Royal Museum, the Stein Vault. ”

"It displays the collections of past emperors and precious objects collected from all over the world. There is even a lack of music that has been rated as a natural disaster, as well as a rare famous qin and ancient flute. ”

She paused, looked back, and looked solemnly: "Therefore, what I have heard and seen here, I hope that Mr. Holmes will not spread it, otherwise the royal family will also be deeply disturbed." ”

Ye Qingxuan nodded, "I understand." ”

So, his gaze quickly retracted, as if he didn't want to look at it for a second longer.

Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched slightly. Although he has been disguised and disguised, he is not so ugly that he can't look at it, right?

"Given Mr. Holmes's outstanding performance yesterday, and the tremendous contribution he has made to Anglo. His Majesty has complied with Mr. Maxwell's request to open the Stein Chamber for you to choose one of the pieces. ”――

After reading it, remember to come to a few monthly passes, friends~ (To be continued.) )