Crown of Silence

Chapter 636 Talent

In the silent secret room, in the darkness, there was a crisp sound of iron sheets rubbing against each other.

It was like small stones hitting each other.

After two collisions, a ray of fire was born from it, like a small flame like a candle in the wind, illuminating Newton's dull face and the scars on his palm that were barely healed.

"It's fire."

He looked at the flame floating above his palm, as if he had never seen fire before, and his face showed a childlike joy.

As his five fingers moved, the heavy iron block on his arm glowed with a faint light, and the notes could be seen flickering, pushing a ray of fire to change in a predetermined way, sometimes turning into a ring, sometimes forming a square...

This is the simplest application of notes.

- Flame.

It was obviously alchemical equipment that even apprentices disdained, but Newton had a lot of fun playing with it, until the high temperature emitted by the heavy iron block on his arm could no longer be tolerated, and the noise was harsh... With a crack.

The flame went out.

A crack appeared on the square iron block.

Newton's expression suddenly stiffened, revealing a mixture of disdain and regret.

The lights slowly lit up, illuminating the secret room where he had been hiding for the past few days, and Ye Qingxuan who was lazily lying on the old sofa. Seeing that Newton had finished the experience, Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes: "How does it feel?"

"Feeling?"

Newton took the iron block off his arm with great effort, weighed it in his hand, and finally threw it into the corner with disgust: "God-like direction, shit-like design.

It is so simple and rough that I doubt how its designer can still live in this world with self-esteem."

Ye Qingxuan's expression suddenly became helpless.

He knew that the old man was scolding him in various ways, but he had no choice. In this respect, Newton was at the level of the founder, and Ye Qingxuan's attainments were not even worthy of carrying his shoes.

This old bastard really holds a grudge...

He curled his lips, stretched out his hand, and recalled the heavy square iron block on the ground. The iron block can be hung on the arm through the gap in the middle. It looks like an overly large bracelet, or... shackles.

But now it seems that the shackles are broken.

The residual heat has not yet dissipated. Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, cut open the iron shell, revealing the dense gears and small springs underneath, and carefully examined it.

"Don't look at it, the conduction system is overheating." Newton sneered, "You miscalculated the ultimate stress of the metal."

"No, the calculation is correct. I checked the whole formula several times, it should be foolproof."

"The formula itself is wrong, it's better to say that the textbook was wrong from the beginning." Newton sneered: "Guys like you who rely on rote memorization are most likely to make this kind of mistake."

"Okay, okay, you're right, you're right."

Ye Qingxuan spread his hands: "Anyway, it's just a consumable for demonstration. It's good enough that the free version without payment can be made like this.

What about you, Newton, are you satisfied with this "musician experience" of only a few minutes? "

Newton was silent for a long time, and laughed strangely: "Of course."

"I didn't expect that I would be able to experience the feeling of being a musician one day. Not bad, Ye Qingxuan, very good. I began to believe what you said. "

He paused, looked at the strange "bracelet" made of pure machinery in Ye Qingxuan's hand, and his eyes became greedy and yearning:

"...The door to the new world."

Under the dim light, the strange bracelet was lifted up by Ye Qingxuan's index finger and rotated lightly on the fingertips.

A faint line of thought can be seen extending from it and disappearing in the void that is difficult to observe with the naked eye.

Under the huge barrier of Avalon, the line of thought penetrated into the nine layers of the ether sea and extended to the deeper part of the barrier.

In the turbulent waves of the ether sea, the nameless object connected to the line of thought revealed a huge and hideous outline, which appeared in a flash and then disappeared without a trace.

It was as if it had never appeared.

That was the scepter realm hidden in the reflection of the sea, the ‘Heaven on Earth’ that gathered the power of natural disasters, or... a key link in the ‘Ether Net’.

In silence, Newton's eyes changed, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he asked: "Is this the reason why you are confidently starting to mention the ‘mass production of war musicians’ again?

No, even this plan is just a shell to cover up your real purpose..."

He paused and uttered the taboo word:

"——Artificial Musician!"

"You actually grasped the essence of the ‘Ether Net’ so quickly?" Ye Qingxuan sighed softly: "You are worthy of being the strongest engineer in Anglo."

"It's not ‘Anglo’, it's ‘the whole world’."

Newton corrected expressionlessly, his eyes fell on the ‘bracelet’ spinning on Ye Qingxuan's fingertips, and he recalled the notebook that Ye Qingxuan had shown him before his own experience.

A notebook that the cult would burn at all costs if it knew about it, and would burn to death all those who had touched, seen, heard, or even approached it within ten meters.

That was the work of Hermes before his death.

——The Ether Web!

After getting inspiration from Ye Qingxuan, Hermes tailored a grand blueprint for him as an apology and reward.

A concept... destined to be unacceptable to this world!

If this thing that only exists in the illusion of Hermes, with only a few formulas and even lacking specific ideas and details, can really be completed and created by Newton... the taboo proposition of "artificial musician" will be completely completed and become a reality.

A new world is at your fingertips!

Abraham's interpretation, the newly built branch of the Royal Academy of Music, the "mass-produced war musicians" that everyone sneers at and waits to see, and even the "Genesis" that refuses to return the holy city, the "heaven on earth" hidden in the reflection of the sea...

Everything is arranged around the completion of the "ether network".

As a taboo proposition among taboo propositions, "artificial musicians" have always been the most shameful research. No matter how the church repeatedly orders, the silent agency searches for criminals all over the world, and how many heretics are burned to death on the stake of the Inquisition, there are still people who continue to rush forward, eager for this result.

Even the black musicians, at the earliest time, were they people who were limited by their own abilities and turned to natural disasters?

In the final analysis, it is because of the lack of one's own "talent".

On this road, no matter how hard you try, how much effort you spend, or even if you use external things, it is difficult to guarantee that you can walk smoothly and openly.

Because everything is destined at birth.

As early as when you were born, everything was destined. People with qualifications are destined to be better than those without qualifications, and the lineage of famous blood is destined to be superior to ordinary people.

Unless someone is talented enough to break this theorem, he can only be buried among the masses. And how many such people are there?

From ancient times to the present, there are simply not many.

What you desire at all costs, others are born with.

This is the most painful thing for pursuers on this road.

Musicians are people who pursue the source, but more often, it is not you who choose the source, but the source that chooses you.

Those who cannot become apprentices desire to become apprentices, and those who become apprentices desire to advance to musicians. After advancing to formal musicians, they pursue the power of music theory. After distorting reality, they desire to create legends. After creating legends, they can advance to the scepter. After becoming a scepter, they can become saints. After becoming a saint, can they advance to the three kings?

Nine levels of musicians.

Under each step, countless people's hard work is buried.

It is precisely because of this that all talents are so eager for blood. In order to reach the Great Source, the Eastern musicians put their own pursuits and lifelong music theory in their blood. The nine surnames of the dragon veins have been passed down from generation to generation, but no one has ever been able to truly advance to the Great Source... Not to mention how many schools in the West have made countless attempts over the years to obtain stronger power and better talents.

For example, the Hauser brothers that Ye Qingxuan had seen in Romulus, "Beast**Fusion", the son of the beast "Caspar Hauser" created with pure beast nature. The Dragon Stone School, which has used animality as a source of nourishment for generations and invested it in the secret realm to raise the Garden Snake... Even the Stone Heart School where Ye Qingxuan is, in order to enhance their own abilities, did not hesitate to implant the small source.

Among so many studies, some violated taboos, some cleverly skirted the edge, some died in the light, and some withstood the pressure of the Holy City and worked behind closed doors.

In the end, "talent" became the "shackles" of musicians. The division of the nine levels of musicians does not need to be designed at all, it has been destined by birth.

The gap between geniuses and mortals is far greater than the difference between lapis lazuli and soil.

This is also why alchemy, which can turn stones into gold, is so popular. The earliest proposition of the classical school of alchemy founded by Hermes is to turn oneself into gold like a piece of soil, and sublimate into a higher form.

There is no musician who does not yearn to be liberated from this shackle.

Ye Qingxuan had seen hundreds and thousands of towering bell towers in the Holy City, and had personally experienced the wonderful experience after the bell tower blessing. His own power rose, as if he had become one with the Holy City, and he directly jumped over several stages to reach the master realm.

Bell tower blessing.

Each bell tower is enough to create a master in an instant, and thousands of lighthouses are thousands of masters. Now all the masters in the world added together and multiplied by three times are probably not as many as the Holy City created in an instant.

The principle is the "Fifth Concerto" engraved in the core of the bell tower, one of the powers of the "King of Red", and the movement called "Emperor".

Once the movement is played, it is like the coronation of the emperor, allowing mortals to ascend the throne and enjoy the grace of the sea god and the glory of the world.

If the King of Red plays it himself, he can even directly give the elements to an apprentice, making his path to the scepter unimpeded.

Once the Blue King Bach opens his forbidden zone, he can decide the life and death of any musician. He doesn't even need to do anything. He can knock the musician down with just a thought.

The Yellow King can influence an even more terrifying area. His power directly affects the sea of ​​ether. Even if he is far away, he can control the ether density of all countries through his power...

This is one of the reasons why the three kings are so terrifying.

It's finally time to do something big... Please give me some monthly tickets.