"Now that the two sides are at loggerheads, the situation is so chaotic that it's hard to tell the difference. Then I have a proposal, and I ask you to listen to it. “

Mr. Hu's words instantly made everyone take their breath away, but this bastard actually started to sell off!

He picked up the teacup, took a slow sip of water, and after coughing for a long time, he said: "It is better for the Voynich Manuscript to be signed by two people at the same time, published publicly, give up any copyright and income, and open up all rights to use."

In this way, all fame and fortune will be shared by the two of them, and there will be no disputes in the future.

Good for everybody, how?"

With that, he blinked and looked at the scholars in the audience. And the scholars fell into a long silence, as if thrown into a vacuum for a moment, without breathing, almost fainting!

They were grieving for the anticipation they had just spent, and for a moment, they really felt that this sage from the East, Mr. Hu, could make some effective suggestions, and the result was ...... What the are you with the mud!

What a offer this is!

It's just smashing the council's sign.

Seeing that everyone was blue, Mr. Hu on the stage suddenly laughed awkwardly: "Ahaha, I was joking just now." I'm sorry, but I've been practicing this joke in private for a long time, and it doesn't seem to have any effect now, so I'm really sorry.

However, there seems to be one person who was amused by me......"

He paused, his eyes swept to the audience, and looked at the man who had not had time to dissipate the smile on his lips: "Mr. Ingmar, a scholar has spent more than ten years making research results, where can he be so happy when he hears that he is equal to others?"

Ingmar froze, frozen in place.

"I—I'm ......," he muttered. looked at Mr. Hu blankly: "I'm not...... It's not ...... that it's good."

Bang!

A teacup smashed on the table in front of him, hot water splashed and sprinkled on his face, but it was like frost, with a chill to the bone.

On the stage, Mr. Hu had already gotten up. His smile faded, and he no longer looked like a bystander of idle clouds and wild cranes, and his eyes had turned into pure gold at some point, with a palpitating flame glow.

Only now does one remember: in the Holy City, the cardinal called the scholar from the East 'the sun', for its majesty.

Now, he looked down at the man in the audience with cold eyes, and asked solemnly, "Okay? You mean your midnight." Did the uninvited lobbyist discuss something with me?

As long as I support you, one hundred taels of green gold, one piece of ceremonial dress, and one branch of a century-old phoenix sycamore...... Hey, it's a good calculation, but it's a pity that a certain family has been a doctor of Guozijian for 30 years, but he doesn't dare to accept this heavy gift!"

He speaks all Oriental languages. But here are some scholars who are proficient in several languages, and they can understand some of them.

Because of this. Stir up an exclamation, stunned by the alleged behind-the-scenes deal with Ingmar - another big scandal!

"A dog-like character like you, who forgets his righteousness, has a perverse temperament, does not distinguish between right and wrong, is mean and unkind, steals the fame of others for himself, deceives good people to fill his own pockets, and confuses everyone with nonsense. Sensationalism for entertainment...... How can he be called a 'musician'?

If it were in the East, I would have handed over a piece of paper to the Imperial History Tower, reformed your reputation, and laid down the prison!"

The voice wasn't high-pitched. But it was like a rolling thunder exploding in the ears, pressing people dizzy, blank brains, and completely speechless, which was the 'thunder sound' admired by oriental musicians.

Ingmar's whole body was shocked, a layer of blood red appeared in the pupils of her eyes, her will was confused, and the ether in her body had begun to get out of control.

"Ingmar's submission of the Voynich Manuscript was a self-plagiarism, and it is now confirmed to be correct!"

Mr. Hu solemnly declared: "There are many relationships behind this matter, and it is extremely wide-ranging, and I hope that the Holy City and the Kingdom of Anglo will strictly investigate this matter and set an example!"

Rumble!

The gavel in his hand struck down, bursting out with a shocking thunder, and in a dead silence, the curtain came down on this review.

Ingmar's plagiarism was confirmed, and all ownership of the Voynich manuscript interpretation belongs to Abraham. All costs incurred during the appeal and comment period shall be borne by Ingmar...... It's all minutiae.

And most importantly - Ingmar is finished.

Snap!

Snap Snap Snap Snap Snap Snap ......Snap Snap Snap

The clamor of the crowd could not suppress the tragic small sounds, and soon, everyone reacted, understood what was happening, and looked at Ingmar in the field.

A series of tiny cracking sounds came from Ingmar's shell, each time it sounded like a hammer on his bones, causing his body to twitch.

With each sound, the blood on Ingmar's face pale a little, until at last, only the staccato sound in her throat remained, and there was no more life in her eyes.

"The heart is broken...... It's a complete heartbreak!"

In the midst of everyone's stunned gaze, Ingmar's body slumped in the chair and struggled to get up.

He stumbled forward, blood seeping out of his muzzle and nose like a spring. In the end, he almost crawled and stood in front of everyone again, his body slid to the ground, but his hand was holding on to the lectern next to him, refusing to fall.

"Abraham, Segail, Butlermy, Lola...... Also, there is still a discussion...... You liars...... I won't let your ...... go."

He looked around at everyone, looked them in the eye, and roared. Those eyes were full of blood, and I couldn't tell if it was more crazy or more desperate.

He pointed to everyone's faces and roared, "You are all liars!"

"- Liar!"

He screamed and shouted the last word, and his bloodless face suddenly swelled, and almost boiling hot blood spurted from his pores.

Bang!

There was a riot in the aether around him, and the wooden platform beside him quickly decayed, cracked, and turned to ashes in the aether riot.

Ingmar collapsed in the ashes and closed her eyes.

Someone nervously leaned over, reached out and pressed his neck, and immediately shouted, "Not dead yet...... Hurry up and send it to the church......"-

In the midst of the chaos, Abraham sat in his place. He looked around blankly, as if he hadn't understood the situation yet.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

Charles stretched out his hand with some concern and shook it in front of him: "Teacher, are you talking?"

Abraham's body shook, as if he had finally come to his senses, and he looked at his student. Somewhat unconvinced, he asked, "Did we win, Charles?"

"Of course, Teacher, we won!" Charles nodded earnestly, "You are the real master! Even the Holy City will ring the Philosopher's Bell for you!"

Abraham was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, a smile appeared and he whispered: "That's great, Charles, my backpack seems to have been forgotten in the lounge, can you go with the leaves to help me find it?"

Charles was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly. Pulled Ye Qingxuan away.

Abraham couldn't help but smile as he watched his two disciples fade away.

It's just that, I don't know why, my eyes are uncontrollably red. He lowered his head, his shoulders trembling, and covered his face with the palm of his steel.

I knew it was a time to laugh, but I didn't know why I was in tears, and I couldn't help but want to cry.

It's just wonderful.

It turned out my whole life. It's not useless except to kill people.

After the end of the review. All the masters who served as members of the council left one after another, ignoring the scholars and reporters gathered outside the courtroom.

Before leaving, Lola threw a wink, and Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but shudder, and felt cold for a while.

After a rush of formalities, it was already afternoon.

Teachers are also cooperating with the registration in the association. Charles didn't know where he had gone, and Shiraki guessed he was still playing outside now. Ye Qingxuan lost interest after wandering around for a while, and planned to wait in the hall, but he didn't expect a black-clothed priest to come over and hand him a brief invitation.

"Archbishop Mephistopheles?" Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

"Yes. ”

The priest bowed his head. "My lord asked me to wait here, and said that you could go to the church after the affairs of the association were done. Is it convenient now?"

Ye Qingxuan thought for a while and nodded: "My teachers are still in the association, I'll leave a note for them, and I'll go later." ”

"Well, then, I'll be waiting for you at the door of Westminster Abbey. The priest bowed his head in farewell and turned to leave.

Westminster Abbey is not far away.

Queen's Road is wide and wide, with the Musicians Association on the left side of the road and the church on the right.

It's just that Ye Qingxuan didn't expect that as soon as he left the door of the association, he was intercepted.

"Ye Qingxuan?"

Someone stopped him, and the person who came was dressed in a low-key attire that was not ostentatious, with a low and elegant accent, and a tongue that was pressed fancy and clear, which was an obvious Avalon accent, an aristocratic atmosphere. The foreign buns pride themselves on learning a standard Avalon accent.

However, it is obvious that this does not include Ye Qingxuan.

Such an abrupt and arrogant tone made Ye Qingxuan's originally excellent mood a little unhappy. He glanced at it, but nodded.

"It's me. ”

"That's right. The visitor looked at him twice, turned sideways, and made a gesture to lead the way: "There is a gentleman who wants to talk to you." ”

"Who?"

Seeing that the other party was so pompous, Ye Qingxuan frowned, and looked at his posture, in the distance behind him, under the oak tree on the side of the road, a black carriage was faintly parked, with a familiar family crest on it, which was very familiar.

He withdrew his gaze and looked cold:

"I'm sorry, I don't have time. ”

The visitor frowned, and stopped the young man who wanted to leave, and his voice was a little impatient: "That gentleman's time is precious, and I specially took time out of my busy schedule to meet you, I hope you will not delay unreasonably and waste this precious opportunity." ”

He didn't say the word 'I don't know what to do', but it was obvious that in his opinion, Ye Qingxuan was.

The whole Anglo, no matter how brilliant a talented musician or a rising star, will be full of respect and politeness after seeing that family crest, or be flattered or pretend to be calm.

But no one ever dared to speak to him like that.

But hearing his words, Ye Qingxuan laughed instead, looking at him with mockery in his eyes:

"I'm sorry, but tell that gentleman that I am just a lowly man without a father or mother, and I dare not climb the noble Lancelots. Please go back. ”

"You ......"

The comer's face changed, and he tried to forcibly hold him down and pull him over. But Ye Qingxuan just looked at him coldly, and just said:

"You must be new here, right? I advise you not to do this, or I'll be over. You've lost your job.

This is for your good. ”

The man's movements froze in the air, in a dilemma.

"Sure enough, what kind of people have what kind of dogs. ”

Ye Qingxuan sneered and turned to leave.

The man saw Ye Qingxuan walking away, his expression changed several times, and finally returned to the side of the carriage and reported in a low voice. The man in the carriage nodded slightly, signaling that he could go.

And a long time passed. The Iron Knight in the armor of Galahad arrived and stood beside the carriage. She took off her helmet, revealing a girl's beautiful face and long blond hair.

None other than Christine.

"Father, did you see him......" she asked softly.

Count Lancelot in the car was silent for a long time, and lowered his head: "Christine, that child, hates me." ”――

Westminster Abbey. In the silent chapel.

The dim afternoon sun shone in through the slender stained windows, spilling on the boy's shoulders. The white hair on the ground is not very conspicuous.

It was not a formal meeting, and Mephistopheles was dressed casually, not wearing the majestic robes and crowns, but simply cloaked in religious robes.

"I heard what you said during the day. He seemed to look at the young man in front of him, and bowed slightly: "It seems that Bane taught you well." ”

"It's all the teachings of the priest. I'm just parroting. The boy responded modestly.

"Is he okay?"

"It was fine when I left, and although it looked a little old, it was still fit. ”

"When I get older, I often feel that I am young, and the whole person seems to be living in memories. It's a blink of an eye. Bane was still the same, but I was old. ”

Mephistopheles sighed, "I really regret it, I should have lost one by one - he was a musician, and I was a Templar." ”

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment and said softly, "The priest often tells me that God has his own arrangements. Please don't regret it, this is probably God's arrangement. ”

Mephistopheles was stunned for a moment, and laughed softly: "It's really rare, I often use God's will to appease others, but I didn't expect to be appeased by him one day.

Bane wrote to me that it was a shame that you didn't want to be a clergyman, and that perhaps you were more gifted than I thought. Do you really stop thinking about it?"

"Thank you and the priest for your love. ”

Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "It's a pity that I'm not here." ”

Mephistopheles was silent for a moment and nodded: "In that case, then forget it, God has his own arrangement, isn't it?"

This was what Ye Qingxuan had just said, but he didn't expect that the priest would use it to comfort him.

"Come closer, let me see you. ”

Mephistopheles beckoned to the young man, Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, took a step closer, and finally saw Mephistopheles's eyes.

The old man's pupils were hidden in the shadow of his brow bones, cloudy and hollow, and unrefreshed—and only now did he realize that Mephistopheles was blind.

The wrinkled palm brushed in front of the young man, and the palm seemed to carry static electricity, and when it passed through the air, a slight crackling sound sounded, and invisible power flowed through the young man's cheek.

So, Mephistopheles saw it.

He looked at it carefully, as if looking at the old man in the past, and after a long time, he showed a relieved smile.

"He's a good boy...... Bane, that guy, has always had a lot of better luck than I do. ”

He got up and patted the young man on the shoulder: "Go ahead, come here and talk to me when you have time." If you don't want to hear anything above the teachings, I won't talk about it, but you may be interested in things like the theory of the chant. ”

"Thank you so much. ”

The young man bowed his head and said goodbye and left.

The old bishop stood in the gloomy church, silently watching the boy depart. It was as if he had seen the setting sun and a pale golden glow gilding the young man's shoulders.

"Go forward, go to the unknowable. ”

Mephistopheles stroked the canon beside him and chanted softly: "To the end of all sources, to the end of dreams, to the farthest place in this world."

- You can see me there. (To be continued.) )