"Don't worry, I'll help you solve that rumor, you have nothing to do with the blood road, and you shouldn't have anything to do with this mess.

At least I'm going to be worthy of your father and keep you away from all this dirty work. ”

The shaman suddenly whispered, "You just need to go back to the Royal Academy of Music and wait in peace." Soon, order will return, and Avalon will return to calm.

You can live your own life, Ye Qingxuan. ”

But in the silence, the young man did not respond to his words, just lowered his head, and after a long time, asked softly, "Do you think I will?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, "Isn't the shaman's guarantee enough?"

Ye Qingxuan laughed and shook his head slowly: "This is not a matter of guarantee, nor is it something that can be solved by promises." ”

The shaman was about to say something, but he heard the young man's question:

"Even if you shelter me, if one day, I do have something to do with Blood, will you choose the Shadow of Avalon, or the insignificant son of the deceased?

Whether you like it or not, I've been pulled into this quagmire. Now that I'm here, at least I need to figure out what's going on here.

Close your eyes and plug your ears, bury your head in the sand, and act as if nothing happened...... That's not my style. ”

"You don't trust me?"

"I just want to say that no one's guarantee is enough for this kind of thing. ”

The young man said in a loud voice: "Your promises can be made countless times, but there is only one life, so you really can't fake others."

If my refusal hurts your pride, I'm sorry, but I still need to be careful to live, and I don't want to die too soon until something is done. ”

The atmosphere got colder.

The shaman stopped talking. It's like looking at the rebelliousness and rebellion in the eyes of a young man.

“...... In other words, after accomplishing something, it doesn't matter if it's dead?"

Ye Qingxuan thought about it and nodded:

"Perhaps. ”-

The shaman gave him a deep look, looked away, and his tone changed from soft to serious. He's not an old ghost anymore. Became a shaman, the former Emperor of Darkness.

"Since you're not going to take a break, you might as well do it a favor. ”

"Is there a place where I can help?" Ye Qingxuan asked rhetorically.

The shaman nodded, "As you can see, I'm at war with the entire Lower Town, and in front of me stands the behemoth of the House.

The professor, on the other hand, is an obstacle. ”

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, "You're not even afraid of the House, do you still care about the professor?"

"That's because you don't know how destructive the professor is. ”

Shaman said. "For me, as long as there is a hindrance, there is a weakness, and as long as there is a purpose, there is a trace. As long as there are interests, then there is much to be done.

It's a gamble and I have a lot of chips, so. There, I'm never worried.

-- But the professor is different from them. ”

His eyes were full of chills: "The professor is a madman. It's a destabilizing factor, because he doesn't care about any gambling at all, and no one knows what he's thinking. What's even more terrifying is that he knows too much.

Nine years ago, he appeared in Avalon and single-handedly broke the rules and order I left behind. led the city to a quagmire.

For so many years, he has been roaming and turning in this quagmire, digging up some dirty dark secrets, bribing henchmen, and compiling network ......"

"Even if he's alone. It's enough to wreak havoc, you know?"

He looked at Ye Qingxuan: "I can't leave a variable in my world." Professor, must disappear. ”

"So let me go?" Ye Qingxuan asked.

"Didn't you want to go in the first place, and I wonder why he was so attached to you, and he firmly believed that you had something to do with the Shadow of Avalon...... You're curious about him, aren't you? You might even be happy because you've found a good opponent.

-- A great opposite of you. ”

The shaman said, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes: "I hope you don't think that the professor is already a lost dog, he doesn't know what else he is hiding."

From what I've heard, he's ready to storm the Royal Academy of Music. If it's a few days later, I'm afraid you'll have to meet him in the classroom. ”

Ye Qingxuan was silent.

He was struck by the professor's handwriting.

With so many people in Downtown over the years, how many people are eager to get the Shadow of Avalon...... No one has ever dared to put his mind on the Royal Academy of Music.

If Ye Qingxuan didn't go out, except for the challenge of that group of nobles, no one would dare to beat him in the school.

It was the cradle of the royal musicians and the place where the musicians of Anglo were trained. Leaving aside the defense on the surface, I don't know how many research institutes are hidden in the shadows. Not to mention the Knights of the Round Table, who will fall from the sky if the alarm is triggered......

The professor wants to attack the Royal Academy of Music?

He's crazy?!

"So, you just have to find the professor, and I believe in the abilities that you have shown. I'll help you, and, if necessary, I can even hire the butcher monster to solve this problem. But I don't want to distract him too much for the time being. ”

The shaman stared at the towering black shadow of the city behind him and whispered, "After all, I still have to put all my mind on the real enemy. ”

"Parliament?"

"Someone in the council. I suspect that the power of the evil gods has infiltrated Avalon. To some extent, its followers may be hiding in it. ”

Ye Qingxuan pondered, and suddenly asked, "You mean, they deliberately contributed to this situation?"

The shaman bowed his head and said in a complicated tone, "Avalon has allowed the city to become chaotic, right? They watched this place degenerate day by day, decay day by day, and become a quagmire that can only produce blood.

The House wants to see such a city, and if they want to get their way, they can't leave anything to keep the royal family chasing. The situation must be disrupted in order to fish in troubled waters.

Unfortunately, as long as I'm alive, they're not destined to get the results they want. ”

He said lightly: "The initiator of the quagmire should be buried in the quagmire." I will bury their bones with my own hands. ”

"You're coming back to stop them?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him: "You have already gotten rid of this quagmire, haven't you? You can stand far away and watch a lively event that has nothing to do with you."

Why do you still come back because of this kind of thing?"-

In the silence, the shaman muttered for a long time:

"Probably, it's because of 'responsibility'?"

"Do you think you need to be responsible for this city?" Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but smile.

"Why not?"

The shaman asked rhetorically, but his eyes became helpless: "Tell the truth." Sometimes I don't understand it. My time has passed, the city no longer welcomes me, why should I come back?

It's self-inflicted. ”

Ye Qingxuan was silent. Sensing the awkward atmosphere, the shaman couldn't help but laugh: "Hahaha, I'm sorry for saying something you don't understand. ”

He smoked his cigar and sighed, "Actually, I worked as a writer for a few years after I left Avalon. Several books have been published.

It's all very lame poetry books and folk tales, so sales are dismal.

But there are people who like my poems very much, and I love them.

Sometimes I would hold meet-and-greets and have a drink with them. Many of them are ordinary students and researchers, immature, stubborn, and naïve.

At that time, we were sitting in a tavern and drinking very hard wine.

The owner is also my reader. So give me a discount, he sometimes plays the shamisen. But it's very lame, and to be honest, it's really ugly.

Sometimes I think it would be nice if I had two more female readers, even if it was just to write me a letter thousands of miles away.

But sometimes, I got drunk in the tavern. Holding them on the shoulders and being able to say something that I don't know what to say, I am very satisfied, and everyone will feel very happy.

The world is so big, and some people want a lot of things. But all some people want is recognition...... It's that simple.

As long as they're still around, and there's someone who wants to read my book, I'll keep writing until one day, I can't write anymore and die.

I'm going to respond to them. ”

He looked at the boy, "To be honest, I'm sad that I've been away from here for so long, and this place has degenerated into this bird-like picture. Some people feel that this kind of life is very undignified, and they want me to come back. So, I'm back.

Because I am the only one who can give them hope. ”

"That's what I want, you know? ”

"I want to respond to the desire of those people to transform this dark quagmire. I want to let those who have not seen the light of day live with dignity. ”

"Over the years, so many bones have been buried in this quagmire, and they have been asking me for help. If I don't do these things, who will come?"

"I will reconstruct the rules of this quagmire, so that those who can't see the light can have a place to stay, even if the light can't find it, there should be rules that allow people to live.

If no one is going to do it, then let me do it. If the people here are abandoned by the king, let me be their king. ”

"Now, can you understand?"

The shaman stood above the cemetery, black shadows covering the tombstones, extending into the unseen.

That person stared at Ye Qingxuan, but his pupils were like the scorching sun without light, exuding dazzling darkness and awe-inspiring:

"I'm back here because I'm their savior, I'm their king!"

He took a step forward, stared at the young man in front of him, and stretched out his hand: "Come and help me, Ye Qingxuan, just like your father did back then." ”

In the silence, there was a long silence.

It was as if the boy was pondering, until after a long time, he raised his head and made a sound:

"-I'll help you. ”

He gazed at the shaman's outstretched hand and saw the hidden power behind that hand—an invitation, a generous gift.

As long as he reaches out and holds it tightly, he can become the shaman's right-hand man, calling the wind and rain in Avalon.

But he didn't stretch out his hand.

Instead, he took a step back and shook his head slowly: "But I help you, not because of what you call the order of the underground world, but for myself." ”

The shaman was silent.

"To be honest, I don't quite understand what you are talking about about saviors, kings, and the order of the underworld.

- But there is one thing that I know very well. ”

In silence, the boy raised his pupils and stared into his eyes:

"No matter how high-sounding the hat is, evil is evil, and it will never make the city better, including what you want to do, only make it look not too bad.

When those people give up living in the sun, they should be prepared to die in the sewers, and they should not expect any savior to help them live with more dignity.

The savior of the wicked is still a wicked man in the final analysis, and in the orderly underground world, in the final analysis, it is still a quagmire. ”

"Want to find salvation in the mire?"

Ye Qingxuan shook his head, his expression became indifferent and contemptuous:

"- You're in the wrong place. ”

In the long silence, the rain poured through the fog and fell into the silent cemetery.

The rain fell on the shaman's palm, shattered, and turned into gouache.

The shaman slowly withdrew his hand and sighed silently: "Ye Qingxuan, you and your father are really the same back then. ”

"It's not the same. ”

Ye Qingxuan put on a deer hunting hat and said goodbye softly: "It's not the same at all." ”――

There is something going on today, temporarily a shift, I have had a bad cold for three or four days, and I feel that my legs are fluttering when I go out. In addition, this chapter took a long time to write, and I was very happy to finish it. (To be continued......)