In the next few days, there were no visitors in the music history department.

Because of the place where they lived, and the need to prepare for the deliberations after ten days, the Rector approved a house near the Great Library as their temporary lodging.

They refused all the guests they wanted to meet, closed the door of their room, and separated everything inside and out with the power of the Requiem Enchantment, not to mention the images, not even the sound.

Only the gray-haired boy travels between the large library and his residence every day.

In the school, the news of the academic review by the musicians association began to heat up rapidly, and everyone began to pay attention to the whole story.

For a time, there was a lot of trouble, there were endless disputes over the cause and effect, and repeated quarrels and private fights made the implementation of school rules extremely difficult.

On the other hand, it's not just the school that's heating up.

It can be said that the entire ancient academic community was shaken by the announcement issued by the association.

Most scholars, who had never heard of the successful translation of the Voynich Manuscript, were taken aback when they saw this announcement. Immediately afterwards, it was discovered that such a major breakthrough still has this kind of connection hidden behind it.

Already a number of scholars who were obsessed with interpretation began to travel to Anglo, coming from far and wide, including a monk who had traveled across the sea from Tianzhu.

Although it was still a few days away, many people had already arrived, stayed in a hotel near the musicians' association, chatted in their leisure time every day, and exchanged a lot of academics.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone came for the council, it would have been a grand event in the academic world.

The manuscript that Abraham had interpreted was picked up by well-informed people within the Society, and began to circulate quietly.

For a while, whether it was the evil devil or another way, the two sides were arguing loudly, and it was clear that the discussion had not yet begun, and there were faint signs of controversy.

On the ninth day. Arriving together, Butlermy, Segail, and Heisenberg, after a brief meeting with the local scholar Lola Kraft, declined the other welcome ceremonies and rested in the rooms arranged by the Society.

On the tenth day, the music history department, which had been closed for a long time, finally opened its doors.

And the headmaster also came to the palace because of a summons. Meet Your Majesty.

After watching the excitement for so long, it's time for him to be unlucky-

In the silence of the hall, Maxwell stood silently at the foot of the steps, bowing his head respectfully. Through the curtain, a graceful female voice came from above the throne, calm and majestic.

"Is it my delusion? Maxwell. Why do strange things always happen in your academy?"

Maxwell couldn't help but smile bitterly and bowed his head in reply:

"Probably...... Is it because I'm unlucky?"

The queen was not angry, but just instructed lightly: "After all, the academy is Wang Li, if something goes wrong." There will always be a detriment to the majesty of the royal family. It's stormy times, and you always have to leave some room for royalty. You know what I'm going to say next, right?"

"Understood. ”

The bitterness on Maxwell's face was even stronger: "To be honest, I've tried my best not to mess with the royal family. But after all, when it comes to ringing the sage's bell, we have to be cautious.

Your Majesty called me this time, and it was also because of the council of the Musicians Association, right?"

Behind the curtain, the faint silhouette bowed: "The Musicians Association believes that this incident happened to Anglo after all, and hopes that the royal family will send a representative at that time." will be a member of the Council. ”

Maxwell thought for a moment:

"Is Your Majesty going to send me?"

"The secretary is in charge of state affairs and does his best. Naturally, this kind of trivial matter will not bother you. There was a hint of anger in the Queen's voice, and it was clearly not a compliment to him for his dedication and diligence for Anglo.

Maxwell was stunned: "That's ......"

"Let the eldest prince go. ”

The Queen's words sent Maxwell stunned.

"The Great Prince?"

Your Majesty, are you kidding?!

Although it is a royal scandal, everyone who is Anglo now knows it: the eldest prince, the current crown prince of Anglo and the first heir to the throne, is mentally handicapped, his brain has not developed since he was four years old, and he still thinks he is a sheep......

He went in place of the royal family. What the hell did you say when you spoke, would you want the royal face to be gone?

Fortunately, the queen's next sentence relieved him: "He has not been in good health lately, and I will have someone accompany him." ”

"Who?"

Maxwell asked, and then suddenly felt the sound of the tide coming from above the throne.

It was the tide of the sea.

It was a myriad of flames flowing. The small sound of the crumbling of everything when it is incinerated to ashes makes up the tidal waves, and the sound of the tidal waves seems to be roaring.

It was the terrifying power contained in the royal bloodline—the blood of the Red Dragon!

That terrible power and inexplicable curse had been passed down from generation to generation in the blood of the royal family, and after hundreds of years, instead of declining, it became more and more violent.

At that moment, Maxwell almost thought that the queen had risen from the throne, but soon, he reacted: it was not the queen, because it was controllable.

The controllable power is not the blood of the red dragon, and the blood of the red dragon is uncontrollable.

If the queen did get up, I am afraid that the whole palace would be burned to ashes in an instant. Who is able to control this power today...... Could it be that someone in the royal family has awakened the bloodline?

"Is it Her Highness Mary?"

He understood something in an instant. Since Mary awakened the bloodline three years ago, she has awakened to this level in just three years......

After Queen Elizabeth, is there another queen in this generation of royalty?

Just behind the curtain, next to the throne, a girl in a white dress stood silently, silent. But that almost inhuman look makes people feel like a man's back.

After her eighteenth birthday a few days ago, King Arthur's blood further awakened, and she was further transformed from the original cold and indifferent to the inhuman direction, and there was already a faint shadow of Hermes's arrogance and alienation.

At that time, King Arthur purified his blood with the art of ascending to the gods, and turned himself into a demigod unique in the world. Demigods are not gods, but they are not human.

The human world, in the eyes of the inheritors of the bloodline, may really be as boring as a desert, right?

It seems that the queen is really determined to raise Mary to take over the throne after her. In the future, I am afraid that various missions will be given over and over again. Cultivating people's prestige and increasing government experience...... I'm afraid that ten years from now, there will be another queen on the throne like today.

After thinking about it, Maxwell lowered his head and responded respectfully:

"I see. ”

On the throne. The queen seemed to bow slightly: "This matter is too wide-ranging, and I don't want you to play any dishonorable role in it during this period, understand?"

"Do your will, Your Majesty. ”

Maxwell half-knelt on the ground and lowered his eyes: "Everything will be as you wish." ”

Behind the curtain and throne is a slender window.

In that window, the scorching midday sun climbed to its apex, shining brightly. A thousand rays of light fell. Stretched his shadow like a sword.

Beneath the sky, the bell rang in the distance, and it was heard in all directions—

When the midday bell rang, the noisy city seemed to become quiet at some point, comfortable and peaceful.

In the afternoon sun, in the square of Midtown, white-haired teenagers leaned lazily on deck chairs.

It looks like sunbathing.

After squatting in the little dark room for eight or nine days. Finally got the final work, both Charles and Shirashi. It's still yourself, and you're about to have a problem.

So, fortunately, the last day is just a holiday, the last easy time, adjust the state, and there is a tough battle to fight tomorrow.

Time. Ye Qingxuan unexpectedly found that he didn't seem to have any other places to go.

Where is the shaman? He doesn't want to contact the shaman if he doesn't have to.

Lola? Lola is now one of the judges, and it is difficult for her to have personal contact with her.

The watch shop is gone, and the boss's eyes are getting more and more wrong lately. It's like a cat playing with a mouse, and I don't know what the hell he's doing.

After eight or nine days of almost sleepless interpretation work in the Great Library, he was already driven crazy, so let himself go for the time being.

So, the last day...... Ye Qingxuan found that he had nowhere to go.

So, I had to wander around the streets, buy a little more vegetables and meat to store, and make something good in the evening to treat my stomach.

By the way, he also bought a lot of snacks for Bai Xi, and also brought wine and a new special issue on the mechanical technology of the Holy City to Charles.

After this thing was done, Ye Qingxuan realized that he had nothing to do.

It is usually difficult to find a moment of leisure and suddenly comes so abundantly, he can't accept it.

I had to bask in the sun.

It's good to bask in the sun, supplement vitamins...... Although Ye Qingxuan didn't know what the hell was the 'vitamin' in Xia Er's dream, it was a good thing anyway.

In the soft midday sun, he closed his eyes comfortably and fell asleep.

He didn't know how long it took, but he felt the sunlight weaken, and a shadow enveloped him.

“......”

Someone seems to say something, but it's not a lingua franca, it's like it's from some other country. Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes in astonishment and saw a figure against the light, with a strange silhouette and a crown in his hair.

"This little brother, can you ask for directions?"

That person repeated it, and Ye Qingxuan heard it clearly, what he said turned out to be the afterwords of the East.

The boy got up from the bench and turned his head to look at him.

The middle-aged black-haired man stood beside him, dressed in a cyan oriental robe, with his hands folded, full of elegance. Is it really an Oriental?

Ye Qingxuan asked, "Are you from the East?"

"Exactly. ”

The man bowed his head and sighed with emotion: "My surname is Hu, just a traveler." Being in a foreign country, I didn't speak the lingua franca well, and I was caught off guard, but I didn't expect to meet a fellow countryman, which was great. ”

As he spoke, he handed over a crumpled note:

"Can this brother tell me how to get here?"

He speaks very strangely, like a certain dialect of the East, and he speaks very fast, Ye Qingxuan has not heard of the Oriental language for many years, and it sounds a little difficult.

He took the note, but was stunned when he saw the address. Soon, he reacted and stretched out his hand to show the way:

"It's very simple. Turn right in front and walk to the end, and then walk to the busiest place. If you are looking for the middle of the right-hand side, you can't tell the name. The loneliest one should be the one. ”

When the man surnamed Hu heard him say this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed his hand and thanked him.

"No thanks. ”

Ye Qingxuan smiled, looked at the sky, and felt that it was not too early, so he picked up the things. Say goodbye and leave.

In the same place, the middle-aged scholar stared at him in confusion, and after a long time, he muttered softly: "The blood of the dragon vein?

Forget it, just take it as luck. Anyway, it's not surprising that these guys with the nine surnames of the dragon vein are doing anything. ”-

Soon, he followed the guidance of the boy and finally found a place.

At the end, he stood in front of the silent watch shop, staring at the deserted interior. I looked at the shops around me, and my expression became very exciting.

"It's really the loneliest one...... Does this boss do business? Not even a shout. ”

He sighed in a low voice, took a step forward, raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, but his movements suddenly stopped.

On that raised palm, the fluff on the back of the hand stood up as if it had been overpowered. There was sweat oozing from the fingertips, and the palms were wet. But it dries instantly, like baking on a fire.

After a long time. He lowered his palm and sighed. I want to go, but I don't want to.

For an entire hour, he stood in front of the store.

Raise your hand three times and lower your hand three times.

Everything fell into silence, and silence was buried by the noise.

"The owner was not there. ”

After a long time. A very unfriendly voice came from behind him. The burly giant man squinted at him: "What are you doing standing here blindly, are you in the way?"

The scholar was stunned for a moment, and then laughed bitterly at himself.

"Well, come back another day. ”

He bowed his hand and turned away.

"Something's wrong. ”

Seton clutched a barrel of beer in his hand and squinted at him as he walked away. Retract your gaze. It's just that when he entered the door, he felt something wrong under his feet.

When I looked down, I found that the mat under my feet had broken into a pile of cotton wool and plush at some point, and the scattered cotton wool and plush quilt stepped into the concrete floor, as if it was growing there, which looked very weird.

Seton crouched down and grabbed a handful.

So, the cotton wool pulled two broken cement blocks and was caught.

"When did you bastard provoke the Orientals again?"

Seton pushed the door open and kicked behind the counter, and Hermes lay in a pile of bottles, drunk and drunk.

But his expression suddenly froze.

"What's wrong?"

Hermes rolled his eyes and looked at him: "Your expression is like seeing a ghost, Seton, boss, I'm still a living person, okay?"

Seton's expression was still hellish, and after hesitating for a long time, he asked in a low voice:

"You...... Growing taller?"

He and Hermes have known each other for more than ten years since Hermes introduced him to his first black job after he was discharged from the army, and for more than ten years, Hermes has always been this hellish teenager.

And he believed that before he met Hermes, this guy must have maintained this feminine boy and lived for an unknown amount of time. And it will continue to live like a monster.

It's just that now he suddenly found that this guy seems to have grown taller recently.

It's like the stagnant time has finally begun to flow, and the adolescence that has lasted for a long time has finally come to an end, and so, the youth period has arrived.

After scrutinizing, Seton found that his height had increased by about three centimeters, his skeleton had also become faintly larger, and the clothes that had been his original size were now a little subtly ill-fitting.

"It's really getting taller. ”

Seton asked, stunned, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm happy to ......"

Hermes glared at him, unexpectedly without a poisonous tongue, but just laughed and drank, talking to himself, and his tone was not smiling:

"After a long time, my childhood is finally over. It's really gratifying, it's gratifying......"——

The next few chapters are the council, but to be honest I haven't thought about the specifics yet, and to be honest, it's been stuck for days, but it's still not very clear.

So, please take a day off and let me think about it. (To be continued.) )