Musician, it's a sacred title. Chasing the reckless wasteland, you have to be quick.

As early as the dark ages, when there was no history to recount, when human beings struggled to survive in the cracks of natural disasters and did not dare to breathe loudly in shelters, some people discovered the 'ether'.

It is a mysterious power that is everywhere in this world, everywhere, but it is imperceptible. It is with its power that natural disasters, beast tides, and evil gods can wreak havoc in this world.

It was first named 'Magic', 'Mana', 'Vitality', and finally a sage discovered and mastered its properties and named it Aether.

It is the fifth element that sits high above the four major substances of earth, water, fire, and wind, and the mysterious power that flows from the 'Great Source' has incredible changes and properties.

Only pure, special sounds can interfere with them, causing them to change with their will, turning into wind, condensing water, turning into earth, igniting fire, condensing matter, transforming beasts, and attaining omnipotence.

The first humans were able to call their syllables 'spells', and soon discovered that even more powerful than mantras was music inherited from the Dark Ages.

That's why the manipulators are called 'musicians'.

This discovery heralded the end of the Dark Ages, and before the darkest dawn, countless powerful musicians emerged from among the human race. By unearthing ancient scores or creating new classics, they ushered in a golden age known as the Renaissance.

It has been 500 years now, and under the openness of musicians, human beings have expelled natural disasters, and slowly expanded their territory in this world, advancing towards the dark world in the distance little by little.

"Yezi, you will become a musician in the future...... Be the best. ”

Someone once said this to Ye Qingxuan. Now that I think about it, it looks like a joke.

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and copied silently, no longer recalling.

He knew that he was no longer qualified. Whether using instruments or simply singing, musicians must undergo rigorous training and education from an early age, learn to control their breathing and syllables, and ensure close contact with the ether.

Induction......

Ye Qingxuan suddenly laughed in a low voice, his voice hoarse: before the age of ten, he was a genius who amazed all musicians. Born to resonate with the ether, as if they were one with each other.

But after that high fever when he was ten years old, he never felt the aether again.

Not even once......

After so many years, the genius in my father's mouth has become a wandering ghost, and the road to musicianship has been cut off. The only thing left is unrealistic delusions.

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"Fate directs the way. ”

He looked down and stared silently at the ciphertext in the monthly report.

After the Scourge Bahamut Raid, Mr. Bach's answer to the next destination came from the words of the Holy Scriptures.

This phrase comes from the first Roman king 'Aeneas' who founded the City of Wolves, that is, the Holy Spirit 'Jupiter' who was welcomed into the holy city after his death.

Aeneas became a musician at the age of eighteen and was inspired by the Great Source to go to the dark world alone. Thirty years later, he single-handedly founded the City of Wolves and was posthumously canonized as the Holy Spirit. These are the words of his death.

He always believed that what he did was according to fate.

But fate will not guide the way, otherwise how could the city of wolves be destroyed by natural disasters two hundred years later?

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head bitterly and started working again.

Outside the door, the shadow that stared at him silently left at some point.

Leaving only a faint sigh like an illusion.

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"That's all for today. ”

After finishing the manuscript, the priest suddenly said: "You are becoming less efficient. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked at the stack of papers that were placed on the other side, and suddenly had a headache.

Father Bane was old, but his eyes were still useful. But all the letters that were written incorrectly and the parts that did not conform to the format were picked out by him, and Ye Qingxuan had to rewrite them tomorrow.

This was the rule that Father Ban had set when he handed over the position of scribe to him, and at the beginning, Ye Qingxuan often had his salary deducted because he was not familiar with the writing format of the Order, but later, his situation was much better. It was only now that he remembered that it had been a long time since he had been deducted from his salary for a typo.

"Yes, you are already very skilled in the Dorian writing style. ”

After the inspection, Father Bane nodded, "You get used to it quickly. Moreover, you have a talent for rune writing. ”

"It's just a good memory. If you don't write it often, you will get rusty. ”

"If I hadn't written it well, I would have said it directly, so there's no need to be modest. ”

The priest asked, "How did you practice the standard writing I taught you the other day?"

"I've been writing a lot lately, so I have some experience. ”

"Very good, this writing format and font is the most commonly used writing format for the official letterhead of the Order, and it will be very helpful for you in the future. Father Bane returned the manuscript paper to him:

"There's also a dictionary on the table that you can take with you. That's all for today, and tomorrow I'll start copying the Trinity. ”

After the priest finished speaking, he motioned for him to go. Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Father, I'm just a scribe, are you trying to train me to be a monk?"

"There's nothing wrong with that. ”

Father Bane glanced at him: "With your ability, it is not impossible to be assigned to a good diocese and become an adjutor bishop before the age of forty. ”

"Well, I'm not married. ”

"Only the cardinal asks for a pure yankuai, and it is also possible to find a secret lover. Father Bane paused after speaking, and looked at Ye Qingxuan's eyes a little strangely: "Did I underestimate your ambition?"

"No, it's not, that's ......"

Ye Qingxuan struggled to organize the wording: "Look, I'm an Oriental. ”

"You're also of Western descent, aren't you?"

"The kitchen is out of food, so I go grocery shopping. Father, what do you eat at night......" Ye Qingxuan just wanted to slip away quickly.

"It's okay as usual. ”

Father Bann finally instructed: "Remember to clean up the reception room in the evening, because there will be guests." ”

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When Ye Qingxuan finished shopping and was about to return to the church with a basket, it was already night.

From afar, I saw Lao Fei swaying around the church, excitedly scaring the passing children, proudly like something.

As a high-end dog, Lao Fei never needs to be raised by humans, and if he can't grab food from Ye Qingxuan, he will forage for food by himself. If you're in a good mood, you'll bring him back a little bit as well...... Like some dead rat, dead rabbit, dead snake and other strange things. And then look at him with a look of 'are you worthy of me if you don't eat it?'.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan was helpless for a while.

Immediately afterward, he heard a muffled sound and felt a sudden dizziness.

Boom!

It was like something hit the back of the head. He stumbled and nearly fell to his knees. But he felt a hand pull his hair and lift it again.

"Hey, Oriental mongrel, it's late enough. ”

A fat smiling face appeared in front of him...... The three Thomas brothers, whom I had only met this morning, were in a terrible situation to be honest.

Terrible.

The third Martin pulled his hair, pulled him into the alley, and pressed his face against the wall: "Vito, that little cub can't be found, it's not bad to find you little bastard." ”

The other two people who had been prepared a long time ago blocked the entrance of the alley to prevent him from running out, and it seemed that they had been preparing for a long time.

"Uh, Martin, Paul, Ray, listen to me......"

Ye Qingxuan endured the pain and raised his voice.

"Want to call someone?"

The eldest Paul scoffed: "It's useless, it's far enough from the church that the priest can't hear it." ”

"Don't talk nonsense with him, teach him a lesson first. Martin's expression distorted: "Let this bastard know who is the best breeder! At least remember to be grateful!

Had it not been for their permission, the town of Rut, mercifully blessed and accepted this beggar, this bastard would have died in the gutter!

Not only did Tian shamelessly become a priest's apprentice, but he even wanted to grab the precious place in the Holy City for further study!

"You did a good job last night!"

Martin punched Ye Qingxuan in the face with all his might, hitting him until he bent over and squatted on the ground, still unrelieved of his hatred, and stepped on his head hard, his expression distorted:

"You, how dare you ...... How dare you do this to me!

You're never going to win me, you know? The quota to go to the Holy City is mine! I can only be the one who becomes a musician! Not you who deserve to rot in the stinking gutter!"

Martin kicked him in the face with all his might, but the damn guy just held his head and curled up on the ground, not saying a word.

This silent defiance made his expression even more hideous.

"Are you so hard-hearted?"

He spat at Ye Qingxuan and looked at his brother: "Hold him down, I will make this pay." ”

Paul and Ray laughed, held Ye Qingxuan's hand, pressed him against the wall, and then ...... Martin drew his dagger.

"Please, say that you are a cheap species, please uncle, I will forgive your words. ”

Martin pulled his hair, made him look up at himself, and put the dagger against Ye Qingxuan's eyes: "Otherwise, I will write the name 'Cheap Seed' on your face." ”

Feeling the coldness of the dagger on his face, Ye Qingxuan was stunned, he wanted to struggle, but he was held down tightly, and he stared into Martin's eyes.

By the end, he finally understood what was about to happen and bowed his head in humiliation.

"I ......

Ye Qingxuan muttered in a low voice, and his voice lowered: "I ......"

", it's louder, I can't hear clearly!" Martin leaned in and put the dagger to his face, "Make it clear, let my brother understand it too!"

"I said ......"

Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath, looked at Martin who was close at hand, and suddenly laughed: "--You fuck, you're a mongrel!"

At that moment, Martin was stunned for a moment, he saw Ye Qingxuan's head raised, raised high, as if to see the dim starry sky clearly, and the black pupils seemed to be burning with flames.

Then, slammed forward!

Bang!

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