"Misunderstanding?"

Ingmar sneered: "Isn't the intention in that melody just now the music theory in the forbidden school?"

"How is that possible?"

Abraham shook his head and said seriously, "I didn't teach him any score from the battlefield in the army, nor did I teach him any music to ban factions.

This, it can testify. ”

As he spoke, he lifted his steel prosthetic leg and showed them the unbroken seal on it.

It was a permanent shackle imposed on him by the army, and it was impossible for Abraham to bypass the covenant unless a royal charter and amnesty were obtained.

"All along, I taught him only the music theory of the Revelation sect that I had mastered and the methods of interpreting ancient texts.

Ye Zi is a good student who is easy to understand, has a quick grasp of the 'interpretation method', and is very talented in the Revelation faction.

I think he will be a good scholar in the future.

So, you may have misunderstood something. ”

The almost flat and straightforward justification belongs to Abraham's way of explaining what he has to say, but it works well.

After all, everyone knows that this guy who can almost be said to be blunt in interpersonal relationships is the worst at lying.

Ingmar's expression suddenly became even more ugly.

The headmaster, who had been silent, also stood up and made up for Ingmar: "All of Abraham's lectures have been reported to me, and what he teaches is in accordance with the rules of the academy.

Ingmar, you don't have to target Abraham, and you don't have to get involved in personal vendettas. ”

The last sentence is almost to the face accusing Ingmar of not separating public and private. Ling's expression changed, and he forced out a smile, gritted his teeth and nodded.

At last. He glanced at Abraham coldly, and snorted vaguely in his throat.

Interpretation?

He already understood exactly what Abraham had done!, that damn old bastard...... He wants to raise his students to be heretics like himself!

A forbidden musician in the fur of the Revelation faction?

No, it probably doesn't end there......

That guy might really be right.

Even if he didn't teach his students the music theory of any forbidden faction, it didn't matter if he didn't give him any music.

He had already taught him the 'interpretation method', which encompassed all his experiences and perceptions, and laid a thorough foundation for him.

The rest, as long as he comprehends it on his own......

With a little guidance, he can comprehend and master the next steps on his own. It seems that the musicians of the Apocalypse faction, but under this disguise, they are all out-and-out forbidden factions!

And it's a musician killer who doesn't have any precepts and protocols.

A silent musician who wanders outside the Silent Mechanism?

That's a nightmare for all musicians!

Ingmar's eyes became more and more gloomy: in order to get ahead. Would a seemingly honest guy like this be able to rack his heart?"

He clenched his fists and cursed in his heart:

One day, you'll be sent to the gallows, Abraham!

Someday......

But now the question is. How can we stop the near-harvesting speed of that oriental monster?

Thankfully, the re-transformation of the illusion messed up his second round of harvesting. Otherwise, there may be some consequences.

Now, in the conference room, the expressions of the instructors of several colleges have become extremely ugly:

In the hundreds of years since the Royal Academy of Music was founded, nothing like this has ever happened......

No one thought that that Oriental ghost, the shame of the academy, turned out to be a monster in human skin.

In just a few minutes, he forcibly lowered the ratings of all the graduating students this year!

Other words. In this year's graduation assessment, no one is destined to be able to get an evaluation of A or above!

If he's going to continue...... Maybe in the first round of trials, all the graduates will be brushed off!

"It can't go on like this. ”

The bearded Yegor of the Change Academy frowned. Silently pass the secret message: "He must be stopped." ”

"Stop? How?"

Ludwig, the instructor of the Summoning Academy, couldn't help but laugh, "We can't interfere in the Requiem enchantment right now. Besides, he didn't cheat, so are we going to break the rules ourselves?"

Ingmar interjected, her expression grim: "If we join forces to question the fairness of this trial, it may not be impossible to stop it urgently. ”

"Don't be stupid, it's not enough for just the three of us, and if there is no participation from the coaches of the Royal School, the school committee will not have a way to exercise the 'veto power'. ”

The Royal School, as a separate and self-contained faction independent of the three major academies, undoubtedly occupies a major position in the Royal Academy of Music.

Although Thomas, the ruler of this generation, was an aristocratic person, he had never been too lazy to get involved in these things. If it weren't for the fact that the principal had gone too far by forcibly expelling a chief last time, he wouldn't even be involved in joining the school committee.

Moreover, after teaching Gavin, a closed disciple in recent years, he had already decided not to bother with the affairs of the academy anymore, and to concentrate on his fateful chapter, ready to attack the scepter level.

If successful, then he will be the fourth saint since the birth of the Academy, which is a great good thing for both the Royal School and Anglo.

If you bother him because of this kind of thing, I'm afraid the three of them will have to face layers of blame, and they can only touch the ashes.

Hearing them say this, Ingmar couldn't help but snort coldly, and just asked, "Do you have a better way?"

Do you want to let the shame of that academy continue to mess around?"

Another round of argument erupted in the secret channel, until at last, Ludwig interrupted their voices.

"Stop arguing!"

Ludwig glared at them and sent a message: "That Eastern imp has stopped. ”

"Stopped?"

Ingmar was stunned and looked at the bird's-eye view in disbelief.

That's right, Ye Qingxuan has really stopped. The point card that had skyrocketed like a blowout was at the position of 9,700 and no longer moved.

It's like I'm tired of this kind of trial that doesn't have any challenging meaning, and now I've transformed into a fantasy of a border town. There are no more terrible meteor showers falling from the sky.

The omen is gone.

All the graduates couldn't help but rush to tell each other and burst into tears: the ten minutes that were short but terrible as hell just now were finally over!

"Really, stopped......"

Ingmar stared at the wandering black dot on the map, frowning, faintly and a little uneasy:

"Is there something strange brewing in the making? What does he want to do?"

"I don't know. Yegor shook his head, looking confused: "It seems." Like ...... What are you looking for?"

"What is he looking for?"

"Who knows. ”

Ludwig sighed, "But it's over, isn't it?"

That's right. This hell-shattering trial is finally coming to an end-

At sunset, the streets of the humble towns are silent.

It's like the countless small towns that Ye Qingxuan has seen. Its land is muddy. Chickens and ducks were running everywhere, but some of them seemed to be more afraid of him, so they turned a road and ran away.

The town is shabby, with broken walls and traces of fire on them.

At sunset, smoke rises from the low houses of every house, and the air is filled with the smell of firewood and rice.

The evening sun is warm and shining on people. It seems to dispel all the unhappiness and gloom, making people walk briskly.

Ye Qingxuan strolled through the town. The students who kept stopping along the road asked them something, some shook their heads, some were dazed, and some looked back and pointed in a vague direction after thinking about it.

So Ye Qingxuan walked to the square in the center of the town.

In the square, a group of children are running and playing, clutching simple toys or snatching candy. There was mud all over his face and body, and he looked like he had gone crazy.

Right in the middle of the group of children, a clown painted in oil was dancing, laughing and playing with the shamisen in his hand and singing a country tune.

"It rained heavily this morning, and flowers fell all over the ground.

What does it matter? We're happy to be together......"

"We walked hand in hand, giggling and singing to travel. Whether it's sunny or rainy, we're happy together~"

Ye Qingxuan remembered that song was Charles's favorite children's song, as if he had sung it when he was drunk, and singing it would make people feel very peaceful and warm.

It's like all the sadness is gone, and it's gone.

"So you're here......"

Ye Qingxuan's footsteps stopped in the distance, looking at the silver-haired girl with her back to her, and couldn't help but sigh softly:

In this long trial, he found out almost the entire academy, but he couldn't find Bai Xi.

The mimicry of those graduates couldn't hide from Ye Qingxuan, but he didn't have anything to do with this little girl.

He didn't expect that in this peek-a-boo, she turned out to be his biggest difficulty.

Now, she sat on the grass with her chin in her hands on her hands, in a bored daze.

Sometimes I look up and look at the children who are playing, like children who are making trouble, just looking at them from a distance, but looking forward to them.

Sometimes, Ye Qingxuan really felt that even if he found a hundred girls who were the same as Bai Xiyi and put them together, he could easily find her.

Because she will always be that misfit child.

Her eyes have always been like that: stubborn, stubborn, and stubborn, like to stare directly into people's eyes, as if to see every lie you say, not polite, always disliked.

If you approach, she stays away.

If you scared her...... She'll probably never pay attention to you again.

Ye Qingxuan sighed softly, quietly walked over, and stood next to her. Bai Xi looked away when he saw him.

Ye Qingxuan raised her hand, and her shoulders shook and tightened a little.

He was stunned, the sense of accomplishment and pride in his heart disappeared, and he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

He scratched his hair and whispered:

"I've been looking for you for a long time. ”

"Hmm. ”

This was Bai Xi's whispered response after a long time.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and unfolded it in front of her.

"Let's go back together. ”

Bai Xi raised his head, looked at the palm of his hand, hesitated, and nodded lightly after a long time, "Hmm." ”

She grabbed Ye Qingxuan's palm and let him pull herself up from the ground, patting the dirt and dust on her body.

Eventually, the severed headband was tied back into the loose hair, which looked a little childish and ridiculous.

But it's more like a little girl.

She let Ye Qingxuan take his hand and embark on the way home.

"If you lose your temper in the future, you are not allowed to run away. Ye Qingxuan suddenly whispered, "If I can't find you, I'll be very angry." ”

"I see. ”

Bai Xi lowered his head and kicked him gently: "Long-winded ......" (to be continued......)