Crown of Silence

"Is this an expected failure?"

Naberis, who was watching the fun, squatted beside him and whistled: "You finally made a rash move. Aren't you the one who has been advising us to keep a low profile?"

"It doesn't matter if I fail." Paganini replied indifferently: "Anyway, the overall situation is settled, isn't it?"

"It's better to be like this."

Naberis shrugged: "You know how important this opportunity is to us."

Paganini didn't speak.

For a long time, the dark world was full of chaos.

People often regard black musicians as being on the same side as demons, evil gods, and natural disasters, but even if they are on the same side, there have never been fewer disputes between them, and even in order to control power, there has never been less war.

As soon as Paganini entered the abyss, he was ranked high among the nobles, on par with the natural disasters under the command of the Hundred Eyes, but he has never gained real dominance.

The mainstream in the abyss has always been the followers and lower tribes of the Hundred Eyes - those natural disasters, demons, and even half-dragons, moon spirits, and iron dwarves.

After the fall of the Hundred Eyes, the abyss split from a solid block into many forces, and there was no telling how many frictions there were in order to compete for dominance.

But for some reason, among the many existences, only Paganini, the 'Abyss Sages', was recognized and had the best opportunity.

This is the turnaround of the black musicians.

If he can prove his ability, he may get the support of the dark nobles. But if he fails, I'm afraid these black musicians will only be thugs and cannon fodder in the abyss in the future.

"To be honest, I'm curious, how did you convince those stubborn people?"

Naberis gestured the outline of a big head on his head.

——Those ‘big heads’ that were infused with countless consciousness and abyss elements, humanoids enlightened by the Hundred Eyes from demons, devoured many dark human natures, and these cunning and dark demons were honored as ‘Abyss Sages’.

Their existence is like the Church of the Cardinals of the Holy City, giving advice to the Hundred Eyes and organizing the abyss.

After the abyss fell apart, they mastered all the secrets and power left by the Hundred Eyes. Now that the dark lords can unite, it is naturally indispensable for their promotion.

But everyone is very curious: Why did those big heads choose Paganini...

“It’s very simple.”

Paganini said lightly: “I told them: From the beginning, this was a mistake.”

Naberis was stunned.

"Hundreds of years ago, the abyss began to penetrate downward from the etheric world. But from the beginning to the end, they all obeyed the so-called divine will - I told them that it was a waste of effort."

Without any consideration, Paganini denied the will of the Hundred Eyes, causing Naberis to gasp: "You really dare to say it."

"Isn't it?"

Paganini asked back: "Humans cannot guess the divine will, and gods can never understand humans.

The human perspective is too small, so small that it is difficult for such a behemoth to understand. Even if the Hundred Eyes lowered his status and created the original Dark Pope's clone to try to understand humans, he still succeeded.

Humans have never been controlled by gods from the beginning to the end - for humans, gods are too big. For gods, humans are too complicated.

Humans have no way of understanding the existence of gods, and gods will never pay attention to so-called mortals.

With the void and huge divine will as the main guide, it will never be possible to understand in the tiny material world. Get success.

So, there is only one thing I persuaded the Abyss Sage to agree to - let humans try it themselves.

It's not demons, not natural disasters, but black musicians, we who were once humans. "

"..."

Naberis fell silent for a long time, and sighed softly: "You want to compete with those natural disasters for the dominance of the Abyss? Let the black musicians dominate the dark world..."

Paganini glanced at him: "The plan is going better than I expected, isn't it?"

"But there will inevitably be small episodes."

Naberis picked up the broken crystal, weighed it in his hand, and sighed softly: "A crystal that can be used to infiltrate the saints has provoked the will of the kings remaining in the depths of Guixu... This trick of driving the tiger to swallow the wolf is really skillful. He probably doesn't know that someone is interfering with it until now. "

For Paganini, who created the theory of music, he is best at silent interference and distortion, whether it is music theory or personality. As long as he is given a tiny gap, he can corrode and assimilate people's will and music theory from the inside.

Transmutation of music theory is also a dangerous tool created based on this. It may be easy to use and has a variety of forms, but once lost in the endless changes, it will sooner or later be eroded by the transformation, lose itself, and become a part of it.

And when the user discovers this, he has already been deeply trapped and cannot extricate himself.

It was with this skill that he was able to raise a nest of black musicians under the nose of the Holy City. In the end, he dragged half of the musicians of the Holy City into the abyss together, and even the Pope did not notice any clues in advance.

Unfortunately, he hit a nail in front of Ye Qingxuan.

"I tried to distort his will through the kings, but unfortunately, it seems that he has never had the slightest respect for the original kings, and will never allow others to interfere with his thoughts."

"I reminded you long ago that you stepped on the wrong place."

Naberish shook his head: "He is much better than me. At least, he has a clear bottom line."

Paganini didn't care about his setbacks: "I can't succeed, but the Holy City can't do anything about him either. He is destined to be an outlier under the rules, a freak who will shake the foundation of the cult sooner or later. Even if I don't take action, the kings will never allow people like him to be promoted in Guixu, and the Holy City will sooner or later not be able to accommodate him.

Sooner or later, he will have nowhere to stay. At that time, apart from the generous abyss, where else will accommodate him?"

Naberish didn't speak, just leaned on the cold stone bricks.

Close your eyes and listen to the melody.

In the stale gaps and the pungent smell of moss in the dark underground, there is only a dim firelight, and a low voice echoes in the distance.

Click... click... click...

Click! Click! Click! Click!

It was like a rotten wood being cut by a guillotine, like a dead branch being stepped on, but it was also like... something was eating happily, gluttonously, devouring the supreme delicacy.

So, even the chewing sound was so pleasant.

"It eats so deliciously." Paganini was full of envy.

Click, click, click...

In the flickering candlelight, the mottled murals on the ceiling were illuminated, the ancient utensils that were discarded on the ground had long been broken, the bronze sword was covered with rust, and the gems on the ancient crown had long been covered with dust.

The faint light cast a deformed shadow on the wall, and it could be vaguely distinguished that it was a human figure crawling on the ground, a freak leaning over and chewing like a vicious dog.

Ah, it's my birthday tomorrow (there is a hint here), so happy.