Silent Crown

Chapter 228 Precautions

Chapter 228 Precautions

"Yo! Boy, you look great." Under the desk lamp, the blonde youth laid lazily on the sofa. On the back of his hand, the entangled double-snake heraldry reflected a silver gleam.

The faint light illuminated his fully enthusiastic smile, but the youth sitting opposite him was expressionless. He put his face closer to the lamp, showing his pair of dead eyes. "Boss, look at my face, how do I look great?"

"Aha, I just wanted to compliment you. Don’t mind me." Hermes waved and pointed to the table. "I made a good cup of tea. Have a taste. In the East, this thing is priceless!"

"Here’s a suggestion," Ye Qingxuan said bitterly. "When you want to find someone, can you not wake up the drunken Seton? I felt like he was always looking for a chance to kill me on the way here…"

"Haha, it’s my mistake, my fault." Hermes whistled gloatingly. Looking like a pretty boy, he was curled up on the big, pompous couch and looked at Ye Qingxuan with a subtle smile. "Don't get mad, I was just worried about you, wasn’t I?"

"Worried about me?" Ye Qingxuan smiled bitterly. "Boss, your worry is really special."

"You're fearless because you know nothing, aren't you? I've heard about what happened today." Hermes exclaimed, "Fighting with a teacher in public...How dangerous! If the principal came out a little later or you kept staring at him like that, maybe there would be nothing tonight."

"What do you mean by nothing?" Ye Qingxuan frowned.

"Oh, in layman terms, it means dead, or some people say go to hell, or..."

"Okay, I got it," Ye Qingxuan interrupted him with some uncertainty. "You mean, I’d die if he glared at me?"

"Well, kid, have you been getting too cocky?" Hermes was amused by Ye Qingxuan. He squinted at this guy, his eyes full of ridicule. "Ye Qingxuan, don’t forget that he has broken through the barrier of knowledge and has been a Resonance level musician for many years.

"If one is below the Resonance level, the musician could still be regarded as a person. But one at the Resonance level is regarded as ‘inhuman’ and has the ability to intervene with things.

"And you, you’re just a little shrimp at the Rhythm level. If he wanted to mess with you, he doesn't even need a music score!

"Modifications can turn the iron in your body into a blade to travel in your heart and brain; Summoning can use your beastly nature to erode you; if it is the School of Choir, their interference will basically get you all kinds of strange diseases, which may also be contagious. The School of Mind and Illusion are even more vicious...

"The interventions from Revelations are the most difficult. It’ll bury the ‘cause’ of your death in you. When it’s time, you’ll naturally get your ‘result.’ You may suddenly fall into cardiac arrest, fall down and get a stroke, or be hit by something that falls from the sky...Anyway, you're going to die in a very 'normal' way. In short, all seven schools of music are difficult to deal with! If Ingmar wants to kill you," Hermes rubbed his two fingers and said casually, "you’ll be dead in just few minutes."

Hearing this, Ye Qingxuan sank into silence for a long time. Suddenly, he could not help but want to laugh. "Then he must regret not killing me before things got worse."

"Yes, if he’s going to kill you, he can only do that quietly when things are over. Now, he’s riding on the tiger. He needs to ensure your safety by all means. If you die, he won't be able to explain it," Hermes said lightly. "But in some sense, shouldn't you be more careful?"

"Be careful of what?"

Hermes glanced at him with a cold smile. "Beware of the principal."

Even though it was only a few words, the words from Hermes’s mouth was like an axe slicing through the air. Even though there was no murderous intent, even though he said it casually, the lingering meaning quietly opened a door in Ye Qingxuan's brain.

Indeed, if he died, then the most obvious suspect would be Ingmar and the school board behind him. They would fall into absolute public disfavor in this fight.

Ye Qingxuan could easily think of dozens of headlines for those newspapers. And behind the news, principal would definitely be there, looking calm but actually laughing and gloating in his mind.

"The principal...he won’t do something like that, right?"

"Do you really think so?" Hermes leaned closer and studied him as if looking at Ye Qingxuan’s tombstone. His voice was like a breeze in the tomb. "Child, there is an Eastern proverb that says there’s skin around the heart. Even dead Arthur can’t guess what he was thinking. You don't think you know him the best, do you?"

Ye Qingxuan subconsciously leaned back a little. "But the biggest trouble I’m facing now is still Ingmar, yes?"

"Yes." Hermes nodded. "Now the situation is very bad for you and your professor. You’re besieged on all sides. Ingmar is going to do everything he can do to get rid of all the ideas you ‘shouldn’t have’…"

"No one is blind. People can discern what’s wrong and what’s right," Ye Qingxuan said coldly. "I believe my professor will get his due honor."

"So na?ve!" Hermes snickered. "One is heretical, one is orthodox; one is nameless, one is the descendant of nobles; one is an old man from the music history department that’s at the verge of being abolished, one is a professor from the School of Revelations...Who do you think people are going to trust? Moreover, why do you think they'll give the interpretation method recognition?"

"But the result was clearly made from the interpretation method."

"Haha, so na?ve, so na?ve...one and one is two, which is right, but as long as you know in advance that the result is two, no matter what reason you use to explain it, the process seems to work. This is one of the ridiculous things about human beings: the limitations of vision."

Ye Qingxuan was speechless, but Hermes’ expression became soft, full of kindness and gentleness, and his smile was full of sincerity. "Ye Qingxuan, I came to you tonight to tell you, if you really want to right things for the interpretation method, win back honor for your teacher, you need bring out new achievements and related corroborations only through interpretation."

After a long pause, Ye Qingxuan shook his head slightly. "I...don’t have time."

To interpret ancient literature was a long-term project for anyone. Not only must one combine the music theory at the time with long term study of the ancient language family, one also needed fleeting inspiration.

In addition, it would often take a few years for one to discover that their direction was wrong. Then all they could do was restart. Ye Qingxuan's understanding of interpretation was based on pure theories and had never had any experience in interpreting ancient writings.

Even a genius such as Charles dared not to say that he was confident in this aspect. Moreover, Ye Qingxuan had only been an aide to Abraham for a few months. He was powerless.

"Don't worry. You don’t need to get great results." Hermes smiled with his voice ringing in the youth’s ear. "Even if you use the interpretation method to interpret only one phrase, you can still prove the validity of the method. And coincidentally, I have just the perfect model here."

He slipped a piece of broken stone from his sleeve; it fell into Ye Qingxuan’s palm with the turn of his hand. The remains of mysterious wedge-shaped words remained on the palm-sized stone. A faint coldness emitted from the sharp and unfamiliar words as if it was a truth hidden deep in the sea.

Ye Qingxuan understood from a glance that it was by no means possible to be forged. It contained some kind of theory that resonated with aether and was definitely a note written by ancient musicians.

Fragments such as these were very common in the field of Revelations. They were usually unearthed from ancient ruins, but could not be solved. They were like gold for the scholars concerned, but were worthless for ordinary people.

"What is this?" Ye Qingxuan asked subconsciously, rubbing the cold stone in his hands.

"It seems like a piece of trash I picked up before, but it's just right for you to practice, isn't it?" Hermes patted him on the shoulder, his voice full of enchantment. "It’s said that when one undergoes Deva sensing, his induction of music theory is particularly clear. The waves of the aetheric sea will push your mind to the heavens, like ghosts wandering between the ethereal sky and the tossing sea.

"If you can find peace in that turmoil and chaos, you can sense the existence of the Originator. If you’re willing to use the interpretation method in that realm, even only for a moment, you may be able to interpret it." In the shadow of the light, Hermes smiled like a devil. "This is a gamble, Ye Qingxuan. If you’re really willing to use this chance, which you may not have again for your rest of life, bet on Deva sensing...then give it a try."