"If you don't know what to do...... Then you might as well just beat him. ”

"Huh?!"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, he had always thought that his senior brother's ability to get off the line was extraordinary, but he never expected that his senior brother's ability to get off the line would be inherited from the teacher!

And teacher, your attainments are really smooth without the slightest fireworks, why did you suddenly come to such a damn conclusion......

"Don't, teacher!" he almost jumped up in fright, "If there is a fight here, I'm afraid I'll lose most of the review!"

"Uh...... I'm afraid I'm a little confused, isn't that the rule?"

Abraham was a little embarrassed, "In the army, since it has reached the point of asking for arbitration by a military court, it is normal to be beaten back if you meet and provoke, right?"

No, no, no, it's not normal at all! And what kind of army did you come from, teacher, why are you so wild......

"At this time, it's up to me to clean him up!"

Charles jumped out at this time to make trouble, revealing a lonely sigh of the master: "Don't worry, he can't talk to me no matter what!"

So you know!

Ye Qingxuan's heart had galloped a thousand goats, bison, and alpacas, what the hell, and he was about to collapse before he even started.

Just when Charles was eager to try, Ingmar smiled strangely, and the two sides were only five steps away.

Suddenly, the door opened.

Outside the association, there are magnificent bells ringing.

The sound of the bell was so shocking that it seemed to strike at the heart suddenly, emptying all the noise in the head, and only the aftermath echoed in the skull.

"Westminster Abbey ......"

Someone whispered, "It's 9:40 a.m." Why do you ring the bell?"

The room was silent, and no one responded.

In full view of everyone, a column of priests dressed in black walked through the gate of the association, holding the hanging furnace and the holy emblem. They streamed out of the gates of Westminster Abbey across the long street, and walked silently. Only the smell of spices lingers in the wind.

The warm incense repels all the dampness and evil spirits in the wind, and makes people feel warm. But their expressions were solemn, with the indifference of God, and they did not come in, but stood outside the lobby.

And in the midst of it, the old man wearing the crown of inheritance came out in line, and walked into the lobby of the church with his secretary.

He wore a black robe with a dark gold emblem on it. There is a layer of silver thorns pressed on the cuffs, which is a little outdated and timely, slightly rustic.

But this outdated 'rustic' has incomparable solemnity and majesty at the moment.

Ingmar's fancy outfit was completely worthless in front of it, like dust, it was a centuries-old robe, representing the majesty of the Order, and the person who wore it came to people. It is equivalent to the presence of the Cardinal Conference in person.

"I'm going! I like a symbolic invitation, but I didn't expect to come......"

In associations. Bayer was already wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, and as he hurriedly put on his uniform coat, he hurried down the stairs to meet the old man in black.

"Keep your head down. ”

In the silent crowd, Xia Er looked up curiously, but suddenly felt kicked by Ye Qingxuan.

It is only now that the unknown Charr realizes that Bayer, which represents the musicians' association, is not aware of it. Everyone around them had bowed their heads in the direction of the old man solemnly, with a respectful expression.

He also hurriedly pretended to bow his head and whispered:

"What's wrong? Who is that old man so majestic......

"Senior brother, are you blind, just by looking at the clothes, right?" Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes, "Except for the metropolitan." Who else is qualified to wear this robe?"

Who else?

Just the moment he heard that kind of sound, Ye Qingxuan knew who was coming, otherwise his sect canon would be in vain!

In Anglo, there is only one person who is qualified to wear dark gold vestments and ring bells to represent the Order's might.

- That's the Metropolitan of Mephistopheles, the head of the entire Order in Anglo, who is in charge of Westminster Abbey!

As he grew older, except for the annual New Year's and end-of-year prayer meetings, he was always in deep seclusion, and although he did not know why he appeared here, there was no doubt that the places he went represented the majesty of the gods and the Order, and that all mortals should bow down wherever he passed.

It is said: 'Thou shalt bow thy head, and thou shalt not look directly at the grace of God, but offer devotion and reverence.'

"Oh, this pomp and circumstance is amazing. ”

Charles kept sighing and fussing in secret words, and when he peeked at the old man in the distance, his eyes were full of gossip, and his mouth muttered in pieces: "I can't tell, he is Mephistopheles? I heard that he was supposed to have a chance to join the Cardinal Order! It is said that he was sent here because of the conflict with the Knights Templar, well, it has been more than thirty years......"

"Senior brother, be cautious. ”

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but want to kill him: "Don't think that the secret language is foolproof, Archbishop Mephistopheles is also said to be a highly accomplished musician, and one of the most famous masters of the Chant faction at present!"

"Huh, I can't see it. There is no aether fluctuation at all!"

Charles comforted softly: "Ye Zi, don't be nervous, maybe you are a pure theoretical musician." ”

“......”

Ye Qingxuan originally wanted to say something, but for the sake of insurance, he wisely shut up.

After whispering a few words to Bayer, Archbishop Mephistopheles bowed slightly, and without saying anything, walked straight through the hall and into the venue.

I don't know if it's a delusion.

Ye Qingxuan felt that the black robe seemed to pause for a moment when he passed by him, and a pair of cloudy and old eyes swept over his body.

The formless and insubstantial gaze is like static electricity, and the place it passes induces the illusion of skin tingling and hair crackling.

Soon, Archbishop Mephistopheles entered the room.

And it wasn't until a long time later that Ye Qingxuan slowly raised his head and let out a sigh of relief.

For some reason, he felt a little worse.

"I hope it's not ...... what I thought it would"

The boy muttered in a low voice, talking to himself—

Ten minutes later, in the separate reception room upstairs, a hurried priest walked into it, avoiding everyone's eyes and ears.

In the reception room, Ingmar, fidgeting, stepped forward, with a warm and reverent look, and took his palm:

"Thank you for coming, Father Kyle!"

Kyle smiled slightly, "As members of the House, it's only right to help each other. ”

In front of him was Kyle, one of the principals of Westminster Abbey and the private secretary of the Auxiliary Bishop and Metropolitan of Mephistopheles.

Obviously, the matter of a secret meeting before the review is very sensitive, and if it is seen by someone with a heart, it will definitely be a trouble.

In other words, the purpose of this meeting will definitely not be simple.

Ingmar still hasn't reacted to the impact of Metropolitan Mephistopheles' arrival, he didn't expect that the energy of the House is so great that even Metropolitan Mephistopheles can influence it!

He shuddered at what it meant.

He bowed his head in awe: "It's just a trivial thing that can make Lord Mephistopheles feel terrified when he arrives." ”

Kyle smiled secretly, "This was also unexpected. Lord Mephistopheles is a man of righteousness, and I only mentioned you to him a little, and the Metropolitan came in person, and I did not expect it.

Although the adult is nominally a member of the council, in reality, as a representative of the Order, he does not take a position lightly. Therefore, the specific speeches and judgments will still be handed over to me, and you don't have to feel pressure. ”

Ingmar breathed a sigh of relief when he said this.

"Are you ready for the details of the review?"

Kyle smiled and asked, "You should have received the questions prepared by the reviewers in advance." ”

"It's ready for the next. ”

Ingmar nodded, a hint of happiness flashing in her eyes: "Absolutely foolproof." ”

Although the session of the Council is very simple, after both parties have submitted information and made presentations, it is a session of 'questioning' and 'questioning'.

But the more vague the link, the bigger the article that can be done.

Kyle whispered, "When all the commenters show up, they'll read everything you've submitted again, and then listen to what you've said."

The focus is on the questioning, and the first half of the main focus is on your CV and personal accomplishments, and you will be ahead of Abraham. ”

It may seem like a simple sequence, but the effect will be completely different. Ingmar's resume and personal achievements are an impeccable example of the elite, and no matter who doubts it, this aspect is impeccable.

On the contrary, with Ingmar's brilliant demonstration in front of him, Abraham's paleness and insignificance are reflected in his greatest shortcoming: he has no resume and no personal achievements to speak of.

"In the second half, there are questions about the results of the interpretation......

Kyle smiled mysteriously, "- Abraham will be in front of you." ”

Ingmar was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized.

That's right, when the members of the council start to really touch the deviant realm of the 'interpretation method', they will definitely be outraged by this biased theory that bypasses almost all orthodox theories and borders on going crazy.

At this time, Ingmar, who represents academic orthodoxy, reappeared...... He could almost see the moment Abraham was ruined!

Ingmar paced back and forth excitedly, until finally she grabbed Kyle's hand vigorously, looking excited:

"Thank you for your help, Father Kyle. ”

"Some things, before they even start, are predestined. ”

Kyle smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "You'll have my vote, Mr. Ingmar, at least."

You know, I am not the only one who has received the House letterhead among the members of the deliberations......

Sorry for the bad cold, Carvin, let's do more tomorrow...... (To be continued.) )