The waiter walked behind the curtain with the report in his hand, and then, after a long time, there was no reply, only the reporter bowed his head excitedly, and quickly recorded the astonishing reversal in the venue, and his eyebrows fluttered.

After a long time, after the curtain, Mephistopheles let out an emotional voice:

"I see. It may seem strange when viewed from the perspective of the Revelation faction, but this method always feels familiar when you read it closely.

Ignoring spirituality and induction, only taking their basic laws and laws, and deducing them rigorously in the form of number theory...... Your teacher must be an accomplished musician in the forbidden faction, right?

It's a pity that I haven't heard his name for so many years. I've never heard of this theory, do you have a name?"

It's called the Interpretation Law. ”

The boy bowed his head and replied respectfully, "If I had to make a distinction, I would call it Abraham's Interpretation, and I hope that more people would know about my teacher and it." ”

"It's a simple and straightforward name. ”

The Metropolitan of Mephistopheles sighed softly, and after a brief silence that everyone was waiting for, he spoke firmly:

-- The interpretation method is valid. ”

In an instant, after a long wait, everyone was almost shocked: the news was so great that the Order was willing to endorse the validity of the interpretation method!

For a while, the low noise could not be contained, no matter how hard the mallet was beaten, and how much silence was shouted. They were either stunned or whispered excitedly.

This time, regardless of the outcome, they witnessed a new theory loudly.

Even if it was like Abraham, his eyes couldn't help but be a little red, and his fingers trembled slightly. He never thought that the hard work of a lifetime would finally be recognized by the world one day.

If Charles were still here, I'm afraid he would have jumped up and screamed excitedly.

Maybe. The only person who is desperate is Ingmar.

"No way! This can't be ......"

He shouted in a frustration: "Does the Order want to interfere with the deliberations of the academic circles? Whether the interpretation method is valid or not is something that only scholars can decide, and it has nothing to do with the gods!"

He completely forgot that he had just given Ye Qingxuan a stone in the name of the gods.

His furious appearance had lost any of its former grace and composure, and his face twitched and distorted. As if possessed by a powerful ghost, he roared hoarsely:

"I will never admit it! I will never admit Abraham's theory of the mud legs! How dare a plagiarist compare to me! I am the maestro of the Royal Academy of Music!

Compared with me, he is also worthy of !!"

His roar silenced the hustle and bustle, and everyone looked at him in amazement. But in the dead silence, only one person laughed softly and applauded vigorously.

"Well said!"

Ye Qingxuan smiled brightly, but that kind of smile made people feel cold in their hearts: "Where is the plagiarist worthy of being compared to the master of the Royal Academy of Music?"

How can the glory of the interpretation of the Voynich manuscript be shared with the lewd and sinister villain?"

"You ......"

Ingmar glared at Ye Qingxuan angrily, and the aether fluctuations that burst out of her body were forcibly suppressed by the association's enchantment. Only a series of high-pitched noises burst out, scraping the eardrums and making people frown.

"Mr. Ingmar is right, what is being debated here today is the attribution of the Voynich manuscript, and who is the plagiarist, and we should return to the main part. ”

The young man's voice was hoarse, and he looked at the several masters in front of him, and his eyes were full of chill and hideousness that made people unable to look at directly:

"Therefore. I request that the members of the Council call our witnesses. A key character who disappeared for more than ten days and no one noticed......"

Ingmar was stunned for a moment, then thought of something, her face became more and more pale, and she screamed hard: "No! I object! They didn't submit the relevant application before that, and I refuse ......to admit it."

The door slammed open.

The afternoon light swept in like a torrential rain. Illuminated his pale complexion.

Someone sat in a wheelchair and was pushed into the hall by a blond teenager, who passed through the stunned, dazed, and confused eyes on either side, and finally stopped at the speaker's seat.

He looked at Ingmar and whispered:

"Teacher. Long time no see. ”

Ingmar looked at him blankly, and staggered back in his chair as if he had seen a ghost alive:

"Ba, Bart ......"-

Bart Williams.

The second son of a small family in Birmingham, his background is not bad, nor is it good, and he has no great future in the future, maybe he will be a tax collector and live his whole life.

When he revealed his talent as a musician, his lordial father made the biggest gamble of his life and sent him to Anglo, where he became a student at the Royal Academy of Music.

For a long time, in order to get ahead in the future and not go back to the remote place of his hometown, Bart has done a lot of things that have broken his conscience. He did not hesitate to abandon his self-esteem, just to climb the high branches of the Edmund and Banner families.

After many years of hard work, he finally became Ingmar's disciple and the future star of the Revelation Academy.

No one could have predicted that in just a few days, he would fall to such a point.

In the wheelchair, Bart was covered in blood and dying, covered in tubes, and hanging bottles hung from the wheelchair, delivering a steady stream of life-sustaining medicines.

When he heard Ingmar's voice, he tried to raise his head and looked at Ingmar with a vague vision, and a strange sound like crying and laughing came from his throat.

"Bart, listen to me......"

Ingmar was stunned and couldn't help but staggered back.

"Teacher, did I do something wrong?"

Bart's voice sounded like a piece of iron stuck in his throat, and he looked at Ingmar's face and shed bloody tears. The mutilated palm lifts up and ripped open the neckline:

"--Why are you doing this to me?"

At his throat, three huge paperclips were nailed, and the paperclips were embedded in the blurred flesh, which was extremely tragic.

The nail clamps closed a huge cleft across his throat—the wound that was supposed to have taken his life—and as Bart spoke, the crack opened and closed slightly, like the cry of a baby:

"Why did you do this to me......!"

"It's not me!

The brutal wound was like a spear, piercing Ingmar's composure, and he: "I—I didn't expect it...... You have to trust me Bart. Trust me!"

He was telling the truth, it was true: it wasn't him, and he didn't expect it to be like this.

It's just that his good friends want to do him a favor.

Like what...... Let a student who knows too much disappear.

A lot has happened in the last ten days.

When the shaman set up outside the school, the ears and eyes told Ye Qingxuan. When Bart quietly packed up his things and left the academy, Ye Qingxuan didn't think too much, just quietly summoned them for the sake of insurance: let them follow and intercept Bart halfway.

Perhaps, this will become a trump card of its own.

It's just that he didn't expect that what happened next would be even darker and more vicious than he expected.

The shamans witnessed the whole process from a distance: first, the explosion of the long-distance carriage. A carload of people died without a whole body. When Bart barely survived with the help of his equipment and crawled out of it, he was slashed in the throat again, and then the killer left silently.

Along the way, relying on the medicine that didn't cost him money, plus the 24-hour personal care of the chantman, Bart finally returned to Avalon alive and returned to the teacher.

Master-apprentice reunion. Congratulations.

It's just that the current atmosphere doesn't show a trace of festive atmosphere at all.

There is only a lack of heart and fear that cannot be concealed. There is also a lot of sadness and hatred.

Seeing their current appearance, the scholars, who had already vaguely guessed something, were in an uproar, and no matter how many times they struck the gavel, they could not suppress the noise.

"Mr. Bart Williams. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked around at everyone's stunned faces and asked in a loud voice: "Thirteen days ago, that is, at the end of the second round of the trial on the school anniversary, Mr. Ingmar declared that the Voynich manuscript had been successfully interpreted on the afternoon of that day.

Tell everybody. Where are you?"

"Department of Music History. ”

Bart looked at Ingmar and replied hoarsely, "I'm in Mr. Abraham's study." ”

"Oh?"

Ye Qingxuan sneered: "Why are you in the music history department?"

"Because at the regular meeting of the school committee, there was evidence that the teacher had made enemies for no reason and persecuted Abraham. The teacher decided to pretend to be overtures and appointed him as the vice president of the Revelation Branch. And then, and then framed him. Let him be ruined......"

"Tell the truth!"

Ingmar roared and rushed up to interrupt him, but was stopped by the musicians Guild, who screamed, "Shut up, Bart, you're lying!"

Ye Qingxuan sneered: "Tell everyone, Bart, what did you see after you arrived in the music history department." ”

Bart was silent for a long time, then replied, "I see that everyone is not there, so I want to leave a note and ...... Then I saw the result of Mr. Abraham's interpretation. So I ...... Most of them were copied with a photo and handed over to the teacher. ”

"So, how did Mr. Ingmar react?"

"I almost had a heart breakdown, if it wasn't for me...... If it weren't for me......"

He looked back at Ingmar, his eyes full of resentment and resentment:

If it weren't for me, he would have died. ”

The voice was so sharp and high-pitched, like wire scraping against a stone slab, so harsh. The wound on his throat was nearly tearing again, oozing blood.

"The rest is as you can see. Ye Qingxuan sneered and said, "Mr. Ingmar declared the results of the Voynich manuscript overnight. But unfortunately, the last part was not copied in its entirety, causing an obvious logical disconnection......"

"It's all fake!"

Ingmar angrily grabbed the inkwell on the table and smashed it at Bart like crazy, "Slander!

Bart didn't have to, and let the inkwell smash down on his face, the black ink running down his cheeks, blackening the brutal scar on his throat.

But the scar was indeed bent freely, dipped in a vicious smile.

In front of everyone, Ye Qingxuan asked again:

"Bart, what did he say to you after we appealed?"

Bart was silent for a long time, then raised his mutilated palm and stroked the huge scar on his neck. His voice was calm, as if he were telling another man's story, with mockery:

"The teacher said that he would take care of everything and let me go back to my hometown fiefdom to avoid the limelight, and I believed it. And then on the road...... Hehe, there was an accident on the road, and I became what I am now. ”

"I didn't! I didn't do anything...... It's all Abraham's fault!"

Ingmar roared, but he saw no trusting eyes, only suspicion and disdain, until at last, he was powerless to cry, and slumped in his chair, muttering to himself:

"I'm obviously ...... I really want to protect you, Bart, I just want to protect you......"

Bart closed his eyes in silence and said no more.

Ye Qingxuan patted him on the shoulder: although he had never regarded him as his strong enemy, he even felt that he was so hateful sometimes. But seeing him fall to this extent, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

The final closing session was over, and Charles re-pushed Barth's wheelchair and took it away from the noisy hall.

With this kind of treatment, he could no longer stay in the academy.

According to his agreement with the shaman, when his injuries were healed, a chantor would give him plastic surgery, give him a new identity, and then send him to Tianzhu or Asgard.

There, he might start his life all over again.

In any case, the boy named Bart Williams had already died at the moment when he slit his throat after being abandoned by his teacher.

From now on, I am afraid that he will never appear in the world again.

Now, Ye Qingxuan no longer needs to argue with Ingmar about whether his testimony is a lie or not. He just needs to let everyone see Ingmar's ugliness.

From now on, a vicious curse called Bart will haunt Ingmar forever

Sven swept the floor, discredited, and pointed out by thousands of people. The world is so big, he will have no place to stand.

As Ingmar herself said:

-- Let the garbage roll back into the garbage heap!-

After witnessing this farce the whole time, the five masters who served as judges had fallen silent.

"The witnesses were not declared and approved in advance, and the evidence they gave was too bizarre to lie. Whether to collect evidence or not needs to be carefully considered. ”

Heisenberg said coldly: "How about I suggest that the court be adjourned for fifteen minutes and then have a final deliberation vote after I return?"

The first to nod was Butlermy with a heavy expression, followed by Master Segail, and finally the proposal was approved by all members.

The sound of the gavel echoed like a mourning bell, startling a sparrow in the distance.

This is the last breather. (To be continued.) )