Crown of Silence

Chapter 818 Choice

There was a fire burning in the fireplace, and the pine knots made a crackling sound in the flames.

Don Juan sat on the sofa next to him, warming himself by the fire, silent, while another uninvited guest stood in the corner of the study, looking at the collection of the chief judge.

Wearing an old gray-black robe, he looked like a wanderer, which was totally inconsistent with the scene here. But he had an indescribable aura.

Even if he didn't say a word, it seemed as if he was the owner here.

The King of Blue.

"Coffee or wine?"

Ye Qingxuan stood in front of the wine cabinet and turned around to ask Don Juan.

"Water is fine."

Soon, a glass of water was placed in front of him, and Ye Qingxuan sat on the sofa opposite him, silently waiting for him to speak.

Don Juan changed his position on the sofa uncomfortably. At last, he glanced at the old man in gray robe and couldn't help sighing: "I'm sorry..."

"It doesn't matter." Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "If the King of Blue takes advantage of his age, there will always be few people in this world who can refuse."

"No, actually... I brought him here."

Don Juan lowered his eyes, sighed, and uttered his last hesitation. Just like that, he skipped the greetings and reminiscing. When he raised his eyes again, his expression became calm.

"Little Ye, I brought him here."

So, cutting off all the room for avoidance, he said: "I'm here to ask you to kill Charles."

In the long silence, Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes.

"Mr. Bach, I brought you here in accordance with our agreement. I'm sorry I can't do anything about what happens next."

Don Juan stood up, suppressing his deep disgust for himself, and didn't want to stay here any longer:

"Well, excuse me."

The footsteps faded away and the door closed.

Bach reached out and placed the palm-sized black iron box on the table in front of Ye Qingxuan, then sat opposite him.

"Anyway, I think I should come and talk to you."

He said, "At least let you see this."

"What is this?" Ye Qingxuan raised his cold eyes: "Local specialties of the Holy City?"

"Probably."

Bach's tone was calm: "As early as when the first three kings decided to make the Holy Cauldron, they had already made full preparations for all possible situations.

This is a "natural disaster" created for Dayuan.

The weapons compiled by the first three kings using the last technology of mankind before the Dark Ages are also destined to be the last movement in this world.

Once it starts playing, it will break the peace inside the Holy Cauldron. Balance, destroy its foundation, and destroy from bottom to top.

In the end, the system of the Holy Cauldron built in the Ether Realm will completely collapse, including all creations formed by the Holy Cauldron. Even the musicians who have not been disconnected will be swallowed by the rioting Ether...

The power of the collapse of all things will form an unprecedented wave, reaching a height that no one in the Ether Realm has ever reached, breaking all barriers, rushing into the Great Source, and re-cleaning all records. "

He said: "Including Charles."

Once the Holy Cauldron is lost, the last afterglow of the golden age of mankind will be completely extinguished, and the whole world will return to the Dark Ages again.

In this process, everything related to the Holy Cauldron will lose its foundation along with the collapse of the Holy Cauldron.

Including Charles who was born in the Holy Cauldron.

After losing the pillar of foundation, the gods created by humans will fall with the temple.

And the marks in the Kingdom of God, Eden and the Great Source will also be worn out in the ether storm that lasts for thousands of years.

Kill a god by destroying a world.

The premise is... someone can really seize the opportunity and awaken that thing at the core.

"What a good idea."

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help laughing, and praised the drummer: "I didn't expect that there are still such wise men who can come up with such an amazing solution.

Ah, it's great, it's great, the world is saved, and mankind is saved!

Then, who will put the bell on the cat? Such a great and difficult task must be undertaken by Mr. Bach alone, right?"

He laughed so happily, but the mockery and malice in his words had almost condensed into substance.

With anger and cold murderous intent.

"No, I can't do it."

Bach answered frankly: "I am not His opponent."

He said: "If it was Charles, I might still die together. But if the opponent is a human god who has abandoned his human identity and ascended the throne again, I have no chance of winning."

"So rely on me?"

Ye Qingxuan sneered: "This is not the attitude of asking for help, right? Mr. Bach came to the door empty-handed, isn't it too insincere?"

"If sincerity can make you change your mind, this place would have been filled with treasures from various countries."

As if he didn't feel any humiliation, Bach's tone was still calm: "But if you want something, you might as well speak up."

Ye Qingxuan smiled: "What if I want the heads of all the people who participated in the trial of Charles?"

"It may take a while."

This was Bach's answer, "Five days."

Facing the survival of the entire world, those in power were ruthlessly abandoned by the guardians of the world, without even wasting any time to think.

"Let's not talk about whether I agree or not..."

Ye Qingxuan's laughter turned cold: "Why do you think I can do it?"

"Because you still have the humanity that Ciel can't let go of. Ye Qingxuan, you are the only one who can possibly kill the gods."

"What if I say no?"

“Then it will be me who fulfills my duty and challenges the gods.

But at best, it can probably only delay the countdown to total destruction by about a week. "

When talking about his own death, Bach lowered his head and looked at the gray clothes on his body that were once the noble blue. His eyes showed no regrets, but were full of relief:

"Compared to the real gods, today's Ciel is just a baby, too immature, and does not even know how to use that inhuman power.

When He devours me, he who possesses the authority of the Blue King will inherit the experience of the Blue Kings over the past thousands of years, and no one can stop him, including you. "

"It's so sad, Bach. The majestic young king can now only become a poisonous wine to survive - but this 'death' response is really your style.

But, is this really good? "

When saying this, Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes, revealing the darkness within them. After the surging gloomy anger, there was no concealment of ridicule and contempt:

"Aren't you unilaterally evading your responsibilities all this time? Going to the dark world to open up land? It sounds nice, but in essence it's just self-exile, and then you block your ears and pretend you can't see anything.

You could have stopped it all, but you chose to watch from afar as the mess worsened beyond control.

Finally, die lightly - so that you can have an explanation?

What kind of joke are you telling? ! ! "

Ye Qingxuan stood up from his chair, looked down at Bach, and stared into those seemingly calm eyes: "Bach, if you had even the slightest sense of responsibility, things would never be like this!

You are not even as good as the Red King, he at least has the courage to make a decision.

But you sit back and watch countless opportunities slip away from your eyes...

Where did you get the nerve to come to me? ! Where did you get that high-sounding tone when you spoke to me? ! Isn't the current situation caused by you? ! "

"Do you want me to apologize?"

Bach looked at him, his old face still as calm as iron: "You can also kneel down."

"Apologies and kneeling are of no use? Can they redeem your mistakes?" Ye Qingxuan suppressed the nausea surging in his chest: "Bach, if you really have the slightest bit of sincerity, at least stop talking about sacrificing yourself for the world. Such beautiful words! I kind of...want to vomit."

Bach closed his eyes tiredly.

This was the first time a human-like expression of weakness appeared on his face.

In the long silence, he sighed softly.

Bitter and tired.

"Before he died, my teacher once told me that I was not suitable to be the King of Blue. But I didn't understand.

It wasn't until after his death that I stood in front of the whole world for the first time and listened to the cruel sound that seemed to swallow up the stars when it was running, that I realized that this was not a burden that talent and ability could support.

As you said, Ye Qingxuan - I am a weak person. I don't have the courage to make choices for the whole world. I don't dare to face everyone's expectations. I can only humbly self-exile and hide in the dark world.

I envy the Red King, at least he has the courage to make a choice, and I also envy the Yellow King, at least... he still has the courage to escape.

Over the past hundreds of years, countless people have taken the position of the Three Kings, including men and women, old and young, and they have even been weak and lost for a time, but only one thing has not changed.

That is the torture and curse of the inheritors.

——Either overwhelmed by the huge responsibility, or defeated by the huge pain. "

He said, "There are no exceptions, Ye Qingxuan. No."

When he said this, he stood up slowly, gave up the idea of ​​staying and continued to persuade, and propped up the old wooden stick again, preparing to leave.

"Before I go, there is one more thing I want to tell you."

He pointed to the box he left on the table: "That thing, the Ethernet that the cult originally planned to use against you.

But if you want to modify it, you must have the authority of the three kings. The Yellow King refused and chose to give you his share of the power to maintain the world.

Maybe he didn't tell you, but this was the choice he made.

And now, it's your turn to choose. "

Bach left his last words:

"If you really want to prove us wrong, if you really want to bring some redemption to something... don't lose this opportunity."

The door closed and the footsteps left.

From beginning to end, Ye Qingxuan remained silent and did not speak again.

——

When Ye Qingxuan saw Don Juan again, he was sitting on a chair by the sea, smoking quietly alone.

The followers stood far away, not daring to approach him, as if there was an angry lion hiding in the skin of the thin man.

"Is there any cigarette?"

As he spoke, Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, as if he knew which pocket he would put the cigarette in, skillfully took it out, lit it, and sat next to him.

Watch the evening tide in the distance with him.

"Don't have anything to say?"

Ye Qingxuan asked.

"I've prepared a lot, which one do you want to hear?"

Don Juan leaned on his chair and suddenly laughed softly.

"You always have to face choices in life, little Ye Zi. Once a good opportunity is missed, it will never come back."

"You and I join forces and the world is in our hands."

"As long as the last stumbling block is removed, we will control the new order together..."

As if talking to himself, he talked to himself for a long time, persuading invisible friends, so affectionately.

At the end, it stopped abruptly.

Amid the sound of the waves, there was only hoarse laughter, so playful and mocking himself.

“Before coming here, I imagined countless ways we would meet and countless words we would say.

How should I show you my achievements, how should I surprise you... How should I show you that I have become a great person? "

"It shouldn't be like this. The scene we met shouldn't be like this."

He murmured softly and lowered his head tiredly: "I failed you. I obviously...should be the only one standing by your side."

"Come to think of it, I haven't been to Burgundy yet."

Ye Qingxuan was smoking a cigarette and suddenly asked: "Are you married?"

Don Juan was stunned. He thought for a moment and replied: "Probably, soon."

"How is the bride? Is she beautiful?"

"Well, he is well-behaved and clever." Don Juan said softly, "Not very smart, sometimes he can be a bit silly."

Ye Qingxuan asked, "Do you like it?"

"I guess so."

Don Juan sighed softly: "After all, I don't know if I would still love her if she were not the young lady of the Antonevat family."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You think so because you care about her."

Ye Qingxuan looked back at him and laughed softly: "If that's the case, isn't it justifiable for you to do this?"

"You're still so innocent, little Ye Zi."

Don Juan shook his head bitterly: "Can you forgive me because of this?"

"Well, this is enough."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, stood up from the ground, and threw the cigarette towards the receding tide in the distance.

He murmured softly amidst the soft sound of the tide.

"Your Majesty Don Juan, I once had a friend who was very similar to you."

"His name is Vito, and he is not a kind person. Even though I tried my best, I still could not let him give up those ridiculous ideas in the end."

“But a lot of times, I miss him.”

“He has taken care of me for so many years, indulged my ridiculous wishes, and supported me through the most difficult road in my life.

To me, he is an inseparable person, just like Charles. "

Ye Qingxuan turned around, looked at the dull man, and smiled:

"This is true both in the past and now."

Don Juan looked at him blankly, as if frozen.

"……is that so?"

"That's right."

Ye Qingxuan nodded.

This is a decisive answer.

In the long silence, Don Juan lowered his head, as if he wanted to hide something.

"If Vito knew that he could be so valued by you, he would be very happy, right? It's... it's getting late." He got up from the ground with some staggering: "Thank you for your hospitality, I should go."

Turning his back to Ye Qingxuan, he said goodbye softly:

"And, thank you."

"If there is a future, please come here as a guest again and bring your wife with you."

Ye Qingxuan smiled: "Goodbye, Your Majesty Don Juan."

Goodbye, Vito.

goodbye.

——

Late at night, Shi Dong woke up with a cough. Amidst the monotonous ticking of the life-support equipment, he smelled the smell of ashes.

Someone is sitting at the window.

"Don't smoke in the ward. Your Excellency, the Grand Judge, could you please cherish the life of an old man like me?"

Stone coughed, stood up from the bed, turned on the light, and illuminated the pink bear nightcap on his head.

"So -" he asked, "is there any trouble coming again?"

"Although I don't want to disturb your long time of waiting to die, you have to get up, old ghost."

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and opened the window: "Bring out your loan-making skills. You may be about to have the most glorious moment in your life."

There was a roar outside the window.

The whistle of Nomadic Mountain burst out with a high-pitched sound, the Purification Musicians and Witch Hammers gathered on the beach, and the steel chariots moved out from under the opened earth, kicking up billowing dust.

The ashes brought by the war became thicker and thicker, burning those old eyes red.

Shi Dong sniffed the pungent smell deeply, and his face seemed to be radiant, with a sickly flush on his face:

"So, who is the enemy this time?"

"worldwide."

Ye Qingxuan put out his cigarette, stood up, turned back from the window, and looked at him, his eyes seemed to be filled with cold light from the sky:

"I grant you authority, and you will patrol the kingdoms on my behalf. Whether it is the king, the nobles, or the surviving cardinals, you will take revenge on those who have persecuted us.

On the list I gave you, you must burn two-thirds of the living people, and you must dig the graves of the dead and expose their bodies in the wilderness. Then go lend money to the remaining survivors.

Tell them this is the price of salvation! "

Shi Dong nodded, but did not stand up. He just looked at him: "What about you? Your Excellency."

"Probably going to face the gods..."

Ye Qingxuan played with the small black iron box in his hand and whispered softly: "Then, make my choice."

I kept you waiting, Ciel.

——Here I come.