Crown of Silence

Chapter 479 The Sacred Cauldron

In the quiet restaurant, there was the gentle sound of piano echoing.

Ever since he saw Yunlou Qingshu coming to the Holy City, Ye Qingxuan felt a little uneasy and didn't know what was going to happen.

While he was deep in thought, someone with a cane came over and knocked on the table gently.

Ye Qingxuan looked up and saw the gray hair of the visitor.

He was wearing a decent dress and holding a cane in his hand. He seemed to be ill at ease. His face was serious and his eyes were harsh. He looked extremely familiar.

——Handel.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment.

He did not expect to meet one of the few saints currently temporarily stationed in the Holy City and one of the controllers of the Silent Organization here.

"Can I sit here?"

Handel looked at Bai Xi's position.

Ye Qingxuan's eyes narrowed, he was silent for a moment, shook his head, and refused bluntly:

"No, there's someone here."

Just three words.

Can't.

No one has ever dared say this to a saint.

If someone sees his dishonest look, word will spread and there will be another round of verbal and written criticism - no one will refuse a saint's request, especially this kind of goodwill in a certain sense.

It is unwise to push the other party to the opposite side of you so bluntly.

Handel didn't seem to be angry, he just nodded:

"Looks like I still have some time before she comes back."

Without waiting for Ye Qingxuan to react, he sat in Bai Xi's seat, put the crutch next to him, and pushed a document bag across the table.

"check it out."

"What's this?"

Ye Qingxuan reached out to open the seal of the document bag and saw a thick stack of documents inside.

"It's just a contract, given to you."

Handel took off the copper-bodied enamel pen on his collar and placed it in front of Ye Qingxuan: "Sign him up and you can become the general person in charge of the Silent Agency in Angelo.

When necessary, you can use one-third of the resources of the silent organization. There are six masters who follow your orders at any time, and you only need to be responsible to me.

This is the most generous treatment I can get for you. "

In the silence, Ye Qingxuan was sluggish.

He had never thought that such a big piece of cake would fall from the sky and land in front of him at this moment, exuding an alluring scent.

The Chief Angel of the Silent Organization... To a certain extent, this position represents unimaginable power and wealth.

As long as he signs, six masters, countless musicians, and the wealth and power of the Silent Organization are all under his control...

Seeing his stunned look, Handel's eyes showed a hint of satisfaction.

No one can ignore the power and influence this position can bring.

Regardless of whether you are a musician or not, as long as you are born in this world, you will definitely understand the importance of power and strength. And this piece of paper is the gateway to power and power.

Ye Qingxuan seemed to be frightened.

He stared at the pen full of temptation, but remained motionless.

After a long time, he shook his head and sighed softly:

"Sorry, I refuse."

Second rejection.

In just a few minutes, this shockingly arrogant rejection happened twice.

Handel's smile faltered.

"Have you thought about it? Ye Qingxuan."

He was silent for a long time and asked calmly: "I know we had an unpleasant meeting before, but I hope you can understand the importance.

For you, if you miss this opportunity, you may never get it again in your life. "

Seeing his appearance, Ye Qingxuan smiled and shook his head: "It seems that this is your first time encountering this situation. Did you not expect that giving alms from a high position will one day be despised by others?"

"Are you dissatisfied with this contract?"

Handel frowned: "If you have your own conditions, the specific terms can be modified. But I don't like your resistance."

"As everyone knows, in addition to being a musician and a nobleman, I was also a scholar of ancient literature at the earliest."

Ye Qingxuan smiled. He picked up the pre-dinner wine, took a sip gently, and said something irrelevant: "I once read a sentence when I was reading ancient documents. It was a writer describing a person. Stupid woman. He said: She was too young at that time and did not know that all the gifts given by fate had already been marked in secret. "

Ye Qingxuan put down his wine glass and looked deeply at Handel:

"——Excuse me, how much does this piece of pie falling from the sky cost me?"

Handel stared at him indifferently, and after a long time, he said: "Ye Qingxuan, I hope you understand that for me, there are no secrets in you that are worthy of salivating.

Although this position requires you to perform some duties when necessary.

But what you have to pay is not much compared to what you get. "

Ye Qingxuan nodded slightly and asked: "For example, sell Shire to you? Or, at some point, become a bargaining chip for you to threaten Shire?

I'm afraid many people feel threatened by Constantine's uncontrolled rise, right? You need someone to check and balance him.

I believe that this contract did not even exist before Charles agreed to serve as Constantine’s confidential secretary..."

"you think too much."

Handel's tone turned cold: "Ye Qingxuan, everyone must make some sacrifices for this world when necessary."

"Remember what I said?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him: "Charles has nothing to do with you anymore, and I hope you will stop paying attention to Charles. Mr. Handel, you are a saint, above ten thousand people. Logically speaking, I should respect you."

But don’t think that I don’t know what you said to Ciel…”

His tone was calm, almost coldly telling the old man in front of him: "If you have the chance, I will let you experience his feelings."

Unabashed words.

The atmosphere at the table quickly turned cold.

Handel looked at him without anger, but his eyes became disappointed and full of regret: "Ye Qingxuan, the Holy City treats you well, why are you so resistant? Or do you still think Ye Lanzhou has done nothing wrong?"

Ye Qingxuan frowned.

"Don't underestimate the Holy City. When Bane returns to the Holy City and registers you as his godson, the Holy City already knows your identity."

Handel said coldly: "For a long time, the Holy City has been very tolerant of you, and it has not held you accountable until now, and has greatly praised you. What qualifications do you have to think that the Holy City has failed you?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled.

He looked at Handel's eyes.

This look is so familiar, so high up, as if overlooking the dust.

As long as you have such eyes, it seems as if everything in the world is at your mercy, and you must make sacrifices for what is in your heart.

But he completely ignored the sadness and bitterness in the dust.

"What Ye Lanzhou did has nothing to do with me."

Ye Qingxuan said: "If not completely erasing me, the son of a sinner, is the tolerance and favor given to me by the Holy City, then I am afraid I will disappoint you.

You think it is necessary for everyone to sacrifice for the sake of this world. Unfortunately, I never feel that I owe the world anything, and, on the contrary..."

He looked at the gloomy man in front of him and told him word for word:

"——Mr. Handel, the world owes me a lot."

——

By the time Bai Xi came back, it was already more than ten minutes later.

The brief meeting between Ye Qingxuan and Handel had already ended in an unpleasant atmosphere.

"Where did you go to play again?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed and reached out to rub her somewhat messy long hair.

Before she knew it, her hair was already down to her waist. If you don't comb it carefully, it will become a mess of hair.

Bai Xi let Ye Qingxuan mess up her hair, and then combed it neatly with him. Feeling the warmth of his palm, she couldn't help but laugh:

"When I was going out, I saw a very pitiful old man begging for food. I felt soft and gave him two cents."

"Why are the clothes torn?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at her cuffs and saw a small hole.

"I accidentally hung it when I entered the door." Bai Xi's expression became cheerful: "This way I can buy a new one in the afternoon."

“That’s not how the embassy’s budget is spent.”

Ye Qingxuan glared at him angrily: "And every time I ask people to issue you an invoice for office supplies, those people's eyes look very strange! And why do you have to reimburse me for underwear?"

"Cousin, although you said you didn't want it, you paid very honestly."

"You should think of a new reason for me!"

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "Thanks to you, the office supplies of the Holy City Embassy have been purchased for next year! No matter how blind the Ministry of Finance is, it is impossible to reimburse it, right?"

"Isn't there still food and travel expenses?"

"Hey! Where did you learn this trick from?"

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but shake his head.

Others have said that elites will gather around you in the Holy City, but why are the people around you so unreliable? It’s no wonder that Xia Er has fallen so fast that even Bai Xi has learned a good skill in cheating for reimbursement.

never mind.

Ye Qingxuan thought of the cashier in the embassy with a bitter look and resentful eyes, and immediately gave up the idea of ​​reimbursement.

Anyway, he still has a large amount of stolen money in his account, the ill-gotten gains from the smugglers in Avalon, and Ye Qingxuan's own material desires are extremely weak, so he often can't buy what he wants with money. If Bai Xi can spend a little more, it can be considered a help.

But she can't let her know about this, otherwise she will dare to take Ye Qingxuan's checkbook and sweep away all the luxury goods on the Holy City Avenue tomorrow...

Thinking of such a terrifying scene, Ye Qingxuan's non-existent heart couldn't help but twitch in the etheric world.

——

The dark iron box is 40 centimeters long, 35 centimeters wide and 15 centimeters thick.

It looks like it was specially made for precious things, so it is so delicate and rigorous. When it is closed and locked, it fits tightly, and there is almost no gap on the surface.

The alchemical matrix engraved inside can ensure that the items inside are intact and not damaged by strong impact, fire or flooding.

Nobles would usually engrave their family crest on this kind of box and store their wills involving the division of their inheritance in it, or use it to store precious jewelry or certificates to ensure that they were safe.

But on this box, apart from the emblem of the Holy City, there is nothing else.

Now it was carefully placed on Constantine's table, so gently, as if it were a rare treasure.

"This is what Mr. Ludovic told me to bring."

The middle-aged priest sighed softly: "Thank you for your honor. Please check it."

"Thank you." Constantine shook hands with him.

Although it had been delivered, the middle-aged priest was still reluctant to part with the box and couldn't help but take a look:

"According to Mr. Ludovic's instructions, we will transfer this item to you. Please allow me to say one more thing: I hope you can keep it properly."

He reluctantly looked back and sighed softly: "After all, since the death of Orwell, the master alchemist of the previous generation, no one has been able to make such a perfect copy."

"Thanks for reminding me, I will."

Constantine politely walked him to the door: "Char, see you off."

After the mysterious guest left, Charles couldn't help but sneak in and poke his head around: "Sir, is that guy just here to give us money?"

"Send money?"

Constantine was stunned for a moment, then laughed complicatedly: "To a certain extent, yes. It's just that the contents of this box can't be bought now no matter how much money there is."

Sensing Ciel's curiosity, he did not shy away from Ciel. He stretched out his hand to turn the combination lock of the iron box and said lightly.

"You haven't seen the person who just came, but you must have heard of the order he belongs to."

He paused and said a name:

"——Holy City Issin Monk Order."

"That legendary group of monks with boundless power? Is it true?" Charles asked curiously.

"The Yixin Monks in the Holy City were born four hundred years ago. They were first established under the orders of the second generation Pope. All the members are the heads of various monk families and have real power as bishops. They were initially formed as the Pope's think tank. It is an indispensable weight in the political scale, and the Holy City uses it to compete with other countries.

Later, as time changed, the Yishin Monk Order also began to lose control...and now, it has become a behemoth that can vaguely confront the Pope. If the second-generation pope knew about it, he would probably be deeply disappointed. "

"They came to give you gifts?"

"I can't speak of giving gifts. After all, the things you bring cannot be eaten or drunk, and cannot be put on display. Moreover, they must be kept properly and served with care."

Constantine opened the iron box and stared at the contents: "It's a hot thing."

Ciel leaned over and saw only a crystal tile.

He could recognize that this was a precious material produced by the School of Change, and it was as valuable as lapis lazuli. But I don’t understand why such precious material would be used to seal a thin page of manuscript.

Just inside the crystal tile, there is an ancient book page sealed.

It seems that a long time has passed, and the pages of the book have aged. If it were not preserved by the crystal tiles, they would have been lost in the years.

What was written on it was some kind of text similar to musical notes, but Ciel couldn't identify its origin.

He silently came closer and studied it for a long time.

His teacher Abraham is one of the few ancient scholars and masters of literature in the world. However, despite this, he tried repeatedly with the interpretation method but could not understand the text above.

"What's this?"

"This is the prototype of rune writing, a product between musical notes and language. It has been changed for so many years, and it no longer has any meaning. It doesn't matter if you don't recognize it."

Rune script is the script closest to the Dark Ages among all the languages ​​in the entire West. Except for scholars who specialize in this, only a few remote tribes still have this language in Asgard. To this day, it still retains part of the grammar of the Dark Ages, giving people a glimpse into the distant era thousands of years ago, and is therefore known as a living fossil.

However, Charles did not expect that what the Yixin monks from the Holy City would treasure and send was its mother copy.

Do they want to win over Constantine to engage in academic research together?

Ciel laughed at his own thoughts.

"A long time ago, some people believed that it was the language of the natural disasters."

Constantine said calmly: "This is the oldest text discovered by mankind in history, and it is also the origin of all musical notes. What you see is just a remaining copy of an ancient classic.

That classic is known as the ‘Book of Return to Ruins’. It is the origin of human civilization and the cornerstone of the Golden Age. "

Ciel was stunned.

"It has always been the control of the Book of Return to Ruins and its final interpretation power that has kept the Holy City's Yixin Monk Society's status so high and unshakable. Holding this copy will give you a huge advantage in doctrine. Yes. It is said to be a precious item that any high-ranking member of the sect covets.”

Constantine raised the square brick in his hand, reflected the sunlight outside the window, and stared at the faint characters inside. There is no power in it, but it carries the heavy breath of history.

Just like the person who controls destiny can become the Red King. The thing called ‘orthodoxy’ gives it an irreplaceable meaning.

Any priest who desires the truth of history and the nature of its source would be proud to see it.

"What it corresponds to and represents is the same power and honor as the One with Hundred Eyes."

Constantine stroked the square bricks and murmured softly:

"——Three Pillar Gods·Holy Cauldron."

In the silence, Ciel swallowed.

"Is that legend true?" Charles asked in a low voice: "The rumor that humans first unearthed the sacred cauldron from the ruins is true?"

"Maybe, after all these years, who knows?"

Constantine put the brick back into the box: "I have heard all kinds of rumors. Some people say that humans created gods to protect the tribe through the dark ages and the abyss of terror. Some people say that the sacred cauldron is just the dream of ancient poets, and some musicians believe that the crowns of the three kings were made of the sacred cauldron...

There are many different statements that seem to be tenable, but they are completely different from each other. I can only tell you: the sacred cauldron does exist, Charles."

——

The next chapter will reveal a big setting~It's the last day of the month, don't save your monthly tickets~