Crown of Silence

Chapter 481 New Blood

In the darkness, a faint light fell.

Pure light illuminated the steel altar and the ancient stone cauldron above the altar.

It seems that after thousands of years of time, the stone cauldron is old and full of cracks, and its original appearance cannot be seen.

But within the stone cauldron, there was a faint scarlet color rippling.

The empty cauldron seemed to be filled with blood, and a magnificent blood color rippled out of nothingness.

——Holy Cauldron.

This is the core of the human world, a sacred cauldron that can be compared with the Hundred-Eyed One among all natural disasters, but it does not look as majestic or powerful as mortals imagine.

It's just a simple stone cauldron.

And in the blood in the sacred cauldron, there are ten mysterious and mysterious badges suspended. Six of the emblems emitted soft light, while the remaining four emblems were dim and had no real sense.

The old guard stared at the coat of arms in the cauldron and couldn't help but sigh.

In the silence, footsteps sounded from a distance.

Someone passed through the fragments of the etheric realm and came here.

The watcher looked back and saw the red crown and robe, that was the Red King.

"It's you, Holy See."

The caretaker smiled: "I haven't been here for a long time."

In the light refracted by the invisible blood, the face of the watcher was revealed under the messy hair. The face was so old and sluggish, but it looked...the same as the face of the Red King!

In the reflection of the light, the Pope walked up to the altar, and two such similar faces crossed each other.

The Pope lowered his head and stared at the magnificent light in the sacred cauldron:

"Is this new blood?"

"Yes, new blood."

The caretaker's smile turned into gloating: "Isn't it sad? The Pope is the carrier of the sacred blood and the guardian of the sacred cauldron. Now that the old blood is not dead, new blood has been born... It seems that even the sacred cauldron feels that You won’t last long.”

The Pope was silent.

He lowered his head and stared at his hands, as if he could see through the pale flesh and see the fine cracks on the bones.

"After so many years of delay, we can no longer support it." He said, "We are almost reaching our limit."

"You are human now after all."

The caretaker made a sarcastic remark that had nothing to do with him, "People will always die, Holy See, it seems you are not used to it yet."

"Aren't you worried?" the Pope asked.

"I'm not worried. Of course I'm not worried."

The caretaker picked the fleas in his hair and said calmly, "Why should I worry about something like you? Let me worry about other things."

He paused, looked at the Sacred Cauldron, and pointed at the four extinguished badges:

"——The inheritance of the saints should be accelerated at least."

"Haydn is old and ready," the pope said. "After his death, his disciples will accept his legacy."

"This can only guarantee the current quantity."

The guard shook his head dissatisfied: "Of the six people alive now, there are two kings and four saints... Among the three kings, King Huang has escaped. You have to sit in the Holy City, and all the burdens are almost on the body of the contemporary Bach." . He is almost exhausted just by maintaining the integrity of the human world.

The remaining four positions must be filled.

Before you die, why don't you at least clean up the mess you made? "

“I try my best,” the pope said.

"You can see better than I can from the outside."

The watcher asked: "In the next ten years, will anyone be able to fill the position of another saint? That little boy called Wolf Flute... is Bach's disciple. I heard that he is okay, but he has not achieved the scepter recently. "?"

"Wolf whistle? Not worthy of training."

The Pope shook his head: "He is unwilling to inherit the heavy burden, and directly integrates the simplest lower elements, with insufficient background.

If he waits for another three years, and waits for the Holy City to pave the way for his legend, with his talent, he can integrate at least three or more superior elements, and even inherit Bach's crown. "

"Young people want simple freedom, not everyone wants to jump into the quagmire."

The caretaker took out a handful of nuts from his pocket, threw them into his mouth and cracked them: "He is still too young. Let him come here in ten years. He should be more mature by then."

If we start over again, it will only be ten years.

Twenty years later, he was forty-three years old. As a saint, he is already very young. "

"I'll keep an eye out."

The Pope said: "You should have other candidates, right?"

"How about the third prince of Asgard?" the watcher suggested: "A talent that is unparalleled for generations. Even people like me who don't leave home have heard that he is a wise master.

He is only seventeen years old and is already a distortion-level musician. Sixteen clans support him in inheriting the throne. His future is bright. "

"What he wants is not the position of a saint, but to kill his two brothers and become the second supreme emperor after his grandfather to unify all of Asgard."

"He is not the right person," the pope said.

The guard shook his head: "I didn't say that the emperor can't be a saint."

"Anyone who can become an emperor must not be a saint." The Pope said: "This is true from every angle."

"What about Rommel?"

The watcher asked again: "The Silent Agency's 'little sharp knife' and 'mad dog'. Thanks to Handel for creating him. He is only twenty-four years old and has already made outstanding achievements. It is said that the demons call him the executioner. At such a young age, he is full of achievements." Blood debt, you must like it.”

"fifteen years."

After thinking for a moment, the Pope replied: "Fifteen years later, he will be a qualified saint, but it is difficult to expect in the short term."

"Alfonso of the Southern Illusion Islands, the strongest genius in the history of the Voodoo Crypt."

"There has been no breakthrough since he entered the Distortion Level. It was the Voodoo Crypt that destroyed him. He is a pioneer and should not follow the old path of his predecessors. The Scepter is possible, but there is no hope for the Saint."

"The Psalm School has a lot of talents recently. Is there any chance that the crazy woman who studies the limits of cell replication will succeed?"

"Angelina?"

The Pope pondered for a moment and shook his head: "She is too young and has little experience. It will take at least twenty years to complete this proposition."

"Caspar Hauser? Counting the time, the bestiality inheritance has been completed in him."

"The scepter can be expected. But his brother is more likely to become a saint. But whether he can accumulate it will depend on seven years later. The possibility is unknown."

"What about Samuel from the Gate of Annihilation? Isn't he the most promising person among the younger generation?"

"He is dead."

"died?"

The watcher was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "What a pity... Where is Colt from Rock and Iron Academy?"

"Dead too."

“Isn’t that brat from Burgundy known as the Eagle of the Empire also dead?”

"Well, he's dead too."

"The Brothers Karamazov of the Caucasus Federation?"

"All dead."

"Damn it, is it popular among young people to seek death these days?" The caretaker cursed and looked at the Pope after a long silence: "So, where is the last magical oriental boy?"

He stared at the Pope, "Our Marquis, the inheritor of the great blood of heaven and man, the sword bearer of Angel, and at the same time, the son of the great rebel - Mr. Ye Qingxuan, how is he?

Monsters like him will appear in every era. If the current momentum is maintained, in my opinion, it will only take him five years at most..."

"No, he is the least likely."

The Pope interrupted him and shook his head decisively: "Ye Qingxuan will never become a saint in this life, no matter how outstanding he is."

"Why?" the guard was angry.

The Pope looked at him, his tone still cold: "Unless, one day you hope that the second revolutionary army will appear."

"In the eyes of a guy like you, all human beings are disgusting, right?"

"maybe."

"Is there anything perfect for you in this world?"

"maybe."

"Perhaps? Such ambiguous words are really rare for you."

The guard shook his head dissatisfiedly and stopped talking.

After a long silence, the Pope no longer examined the sacred cauldron, but instead focused his attention on the caretaker.

The two faces were still identical and extremely strange.

"Construction period."

The Pope asked, "How long will it take to complete the project?"

"Soon."

replied the watcher.

He turned around, walked off the altar with the Pope, and waved.

In the silence, there was a loud roar of steel.

The loud noise did not come from above the head, nor from under the feet, but from all directions, as if the entire dark world was roaring with rage.

In the loud noise of steel, countless huge gears rotated, levers operated, flywheels rubbed and sparkled, chains and winches collided, making a high-pitched and harsh sound.

And more importantly, it was the loud sound like a heart.

Only when a 10,000-ton giant hammer hits steel can it make such a majestic and soul-stirring sound.

The floor opened under the operation of the complex mechanism, unfolding layer by layer, and rising from the cracks was the blazing light of the lava.

Under the feet of the two of them, in the huge abyss, was an endless lava lake. This indescribably huge machine can operate by absorbing huge amounts of heat.

And in the hot lava, gears hundreds of meters high are riveted to each other and rotate endlessly.

Countless pieces of steel collided with each other under its traction, like an unmanned steel factory.

However, the Pope's gaze was not attracted by this spectacle. He just stared at the deepest part of the lava factory, the core wrapped in countless steel gears and machinery.

The watcher stood beside him and smiled as he looked down at the huge scenery.

"Soon……"

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evening.

Charles, who had been working overtime crazily for the past few days, finally got off work at a regular time, and the four big cats and kittens of the Leshi family were finally gathered together.

It seems to be the first time since arriving in the Holy City.

After obtaining the entry and exit permit, Abraham entrusted the embassy to book a restaurant and decided to pay for the meal to celebrate.

In fact, the teacher is now the deputy director and half-director of the Institute of Enlightenment at the Royal Academy of Music.

The principal, a loser, doesn't regard the budget as money at all. He spends money extremely ruthlessly and distributes money just as readily. Teachers' various monthly allowances and salaries now amount to staggering amounts.

Except for three meals a day, Abraham basically had nothing to spend money on.

He doesn't like smoking, and he doesn't like drinking. What I usually like most is to stay in my study room and read.

The school provides monthly experimental materials and musician supplies. After becoming the deputy director, he has enough authority to enter and exit the large library, so there is no need to spend money on books.

Therefore, the salary becomes a bunch of numbers stored in the Order's bank, and according to the current trend, the savings will only get bigger and bigger. After getting used to the hard life, Charles' eyes turned green when he saw the teacher's deposit record. Now I am still begging my teacher to sponsor me more research funds every month.

He didn't know how much money he had embezzled in the Royal Academy and the recent religious sect. Logically speaking, he should be not poor.

But he is a wasteful person who buys wine when he has money, and fills his imagination when he gets a windfall. In order to realize his unreliable imagination, he has spent an unknown amount of money on it.

Just a few days ago, he went to the Holy City Arms Department and bought half a scrapped Gospel armor and a large amount of materials.

Of course, he himself said that he wanted to redesign an exoskeleton costume for Ye Qingxuan, but the Silent Agency didn't believe it at all and was monitoring him closely.

What the hell do you want to do to buy and collect this kind of war weapon-grade armor in the Holy City?

Regarding this, Ye Qingxuan could only cry out for Xia Er and plead for him at Langdi.

After the meal, Xia Er, who was almost exhausted under the rules and regulations of the Holy City, had said enough bad words. Ye Qingxuan was pulled by him, helplessly accepting the mental pollution. Abraham just smiled and watched.

As a result, everything was quietly eaten by Bai Xi.

When they feel hungry, all they can see is a pile of empty plates...

Listening to Xia Er and Bai Xi bickering, Ye Qingxuan and the teacher couldn't help but look at each other and smile.

It had been a long time since he had experienced such a peaceful life. Sitting and eating with his teacher, Xia Er, and Bai Xi, it was so noisy, but he felt a sense of peace in his heart.

It's like a family.

He stretched out his hand and called the waiter.

The waiter came when called, but his face looked bitter.

"Sir... a guest just booked this place."

The waiter pointed to the restaurant, which had become empty for some time, and said a bunch of things like "I'm very sorry for the free order today" and euphemistically said, "Can you leave as soon as possible?"

"Private venue?"

Ye Qingxuan frowned.

Just when he was about to speak, a voice came from behind the waiter: "I'm sorry, these are my friends. I reserved the room today just so that I can have a pleasant conversation with them. You can go down now."

Ye Qingxuan was stunned and looked up.

This is a middle-aged man with some premature aging, probably in his forties, with gray hair, but he looks gentle and elegant, and has a very good demeanor, which makes people feel good.

Surprisingly, he is an Oriental.

And, it seems familiar.

Ye Qingxuan noticed that Bai Xi's expression darkened.

"sorry for disturbance."

In the confused gazes of several people, the middle-aged Oriental man smiled softly: "This is the first time we meet, I am Yunlou Qingshu, an Oriental."

He paused and dropped the bomb that confused everyone.

"——At the same time, he is also Bai Xi's father."