Chapter 188 The Woman Who Lends Seed
"To be honest, I didn't expect to have to work overtime on the day of the Seven Syllables Festival. I have to seriously consider whether the salary the academy gives me is worth it."
In the Third College, a white-haired old man walked towards the chapel under the guidance of several young people. He was obviously not in a good mood, and even the pits he stepped on in the snow were deeper than those of others.
"I'm sorry, Professor Francis." The young man walking in front apologized, "But the situation this time is indeed more serious."
"How serious can it be?" Francis said unhappily, "Isn't it just a few unknown people who died? Let me tell you, young people, the grand ceremony is approaching, this kind of situation is very normal, and there will be some deaths every year. For the power of the Lord, there are always some people who will take risks and do things that are not worthy of being on the table. Now you are already in a hurry. When the seven syllables are over and the preparations for the grand ceremony officially begin, won't you feel like the sky is falling?"
Facing Francis's sarcasm, the young man leading the way smiled bitterly and said, "I understand what you mean, professor, but the situation this time is really special."
"Oh, how special can it be?" Francis was still disdainful. Then he saw the young man suddenly stop and frowned immediately. "What? You are not happy with what I said to you?"
"No, Professor," the young man said, "we are already there."
Have we arrived yet?
Francis didn't understand what this meant at first. He clearly remembered that the accident happened in the small church, but here...
He subconsciously turned his head to look, and then fell into silence for a long time.
After a long while, Francis slowly spoke: "This really...surprises me."
There is a big pit in front of me.
The bottom of the pit was not filled with snow or mud, but some unknown black substance.
Several janitors who arrived here first were studying the black substance with serious expressions.
Francis had the same expression at the moment. He knew that he should not complain about overtime anymore. He really needed to take action here. After all, the entire chapel was gone. Obviously, the situation was much more serious than he had imagined.
"Who is the deceased?"
"This...is still uncertain."
"How many people died?"
"That... is still unclear." Seeing Francis' eyes widen and about to get angry, the young man immediately defended, "There is really no way, because as you can see, there is no complete body at the scene... No, not even a complete body, not even a body can be pieced together, they are all dissolved in the black substance. The only thing we can be sure of now is that there is more than one dead person."
Francis' eyes were so wide open that they seemed like they were about to pop out, which put a lot of pressure on the young man.
But Francis still didn't blame them.
As a professor, he could naturally see the severity of the scene and roughly knew what the black substance was.
Those dead were melted away by some powerful music spell.
Only spells with at least six tones or above can have such an effect.
Francis stated his conclusion.
The young man's expression was even more astonished: "A spell with more than six tones? Who has such a big hand?"
"Instead of thinking about who might do something big, it's better to think about what reasons are worth them fighting here."
The young man was a little confused: "Is there any difference?"
The difference is naturally huge.
Francis didn't tell the young man directly, but just thought about it in his mind.
Spells with more than six tones are indeed rare among performers, but if they are found in a family, any family with a noble title can produce one or two.
But the question is, what could have attracted such a family to fight here?
The ceremony was restless, and everyone knew that, which was why Francis was so indifferent when he first heard about the situation here, because he had experienced it once twenty years ago.
However, those that escalate to the point of murder usually involve one individual.
In order to get a better position in a suitable orchestra and to achieve better results in the festival, students who have nothing, especially civilian students, often go to extremes.
There are really countless operations such as drugging and assassination.
But in a family, this is basically impossible.
The reason is very simple, it's not worth it.
The grace of the Lord of Holy Sound is a gift worth everything for an individual, but for a family, especially a powerful family, it is certainly a wealth, but it is definitely not the kind of wealth that requires one to risk one's life for.
Even the two most powerful Taichu families in Shengyin, facing the Lawrence family who were ambitious and wanted to challenge their status, only thought about resisting and suppressing them, and would never do anything too extreme, such as sending people to assassinate Phoenix and Olenna.
After all, the ceremony was just a performance prepared for the Lord of Holy Sound, and there was no need to risk one's life.
Even though the Taichu Family did not get a good ranking at the ceremony, they are still the Taichu Family.
If the Lawrence family succeeds, they will become the next Taichu family. If they fail, they will certainly be suppressed, but they will not be destroyed.
There is no need for Taichu and Lawrence families, who have the most intense competition among the nobles, to fight desperately. This is even more true for the nobles at the next level. They cannot get more even if they try their best, so why bother fighting?
That's why Francis couldn't understand the current situation.
Anyone who can play music with more than six notes is definitely a noble, but why do nobles fight like this?
Unless...
Francis narrowed his eyes slightly, and a bold idea came to his mind.
The young man next to him noticed the change in Francis' expression and immediately asked, "Have you thought of anything, Professor?"
Francis raised his head and looked at the young man, and asked, "Do you know what the grace of the Lord of Holy Sound is specifically? What is it related to?"
The young man did not expect Francis to ask this out of the blue. After being stunned for a while, he said, "I only know that the grace of the Lord is related to the ranking in the ceremony. The higher the ranking, the greater the grace of the Lord. As for what it is..."
"You can simply understand it as wealth, status, and power." Francis said, "The two Taichu families have been ranked high enough in the ceremony for thousands of years and have continuously received the grace of the Lord, which is why they have the status they have today. So essentially, the grace of the Lord can be directly said to be a reward on the material level. The Lord gives us what we want, and these things are also determined from the beginning."
"Hmm..." The young man was a little confused, "What else?"
Francis looked into the young man's eyes and said word by word: "But this is not the best grace. The best grace is always the wish made to the Lord."
The young man didn't react for a moment: "What wish can I make?"
Francis simply said, "For example, eternal life?"
The young man's eyes widened instantly.
"Eternal life is only the most superficial thing." Francis said softly, "Anyway, anything you can think of and He can achieve can be given to you. You can have eternal life, or you can become a family more powerful than the Taichu Family overnight. You can also pursue true power and become the most powerful player in the world... oh no, a human being. Anyone who gets the Lord's wish can instantly have everything in Shengyin."
The young man's mouth went dry at the scene Francis described, and he couldn't help asking, "So how do you get this wish? Number one?"
"Of course not." Francis shook his head. "There is only one possibility... to play the seven-tone divine song."
"Seven-tone divine song?" The young man was puzzled. "If this is true, then the two great families of Taichu could have already..."
"No, even the two Taichu families can hardly gather all seven golden notes in the same year." Francis said, "Moreover, even if they gather them, they will perform as an orchestra, but the Lord has only one wish. This wish is too big, even if it is placed within the Taichu family, it will not be unified. Therefore, the Seven-Note Divine Comedy has not been played for a thousand years. The principal twenty years ago had a good chance, but he was short of a golden seventh note."
"...Is that so?" The young man nodded, not quite understanding, but soon asked in confusion, "But what does this have to do with what happened last night?"
Francis didn't say anything else, just stared at the deep pit in front of him.
The Lord's wish was too tempting, but also too uncontrollable. Even the Taichu family was unwilling to send their patriarch to that high platform.
Therefore, the principal’s failure twenty years ago was both accidental and inevitable.
People all want to get that wish, but don't want to see that wish being taken away, so over thousands of years, tacit rules have been formed.
They will fight for grace, but not for wishes. In this way, at least the inherent power will not be broken.
However, there is something in this world that does not follow this rule.
In fact, as soon as it appears, the old rules will be broken instantly, driving everyone crazy.
No matter you are a Taichu, a great noble, a small noble, or a commoner, as long as you have it, you will have the opportunity to change the world.
That is... the Golden Spectrum.
If the people here last night were fighting for the Golden Score, then everything would make sense.
But is this really possible?
Francis has lived for so many years and has never seen the Golden Book. He even doubted whether the Golden Book existed.
But if it wasn't the golden score, what else was worthy of the nobles who could release six musical chapters risking their lives?
Francis knew he was being a little judgmental.
but.
Even if there is only a slight possibility...
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the black substance reflected in his pupils seemed to be burning like a pitch-black flame.
…
A cold wind blew.
Helvinia, who was sitting by the window writing something, suddenly shuddered.
Then she heard Bai Wei's concerned voice in her mind: "Are you cold? You'd better get closer to the fire."
This sudden concern made Hevinia confused for a moment, and she subconsciously said, "It's not cold."
"I mean, I'm cold." The left middle finger that was pressing on the paper suddenly turned its head at a very twisted angle, "staring" at Hevinia. "Your window is too open, and it's so far away from the magic candle. Do you want to freeze me to death so that you can inherit my power? At least put on a glove. I'm frozen stiff."
After a brief silence, Helvinia silently pulled the magic candle on the table closer.
Wen Nuan came closer again, and the frozen middle finger also relaxed comfortably and was controlled by her again.
But even so, Hevinia still felt so weird in her heart that when she wanted to focus on the plan she was working on, she couldn't get her mind back on it for a while.
"Interesting, I thought you were going to let me take over directly." Bai Wei said with a smile, "So you still want to try it yourself?"
The plan made by Hevinia was naturally intended to deal with Haddock.
How to get rid of Haddock on the Hai Luo family's territory without attracting the Hai Luo family's attention is a question that requires careful consideration.
So, Hevinia wrote down some of the places that were more suitable for action, from her memory and what she had learned from the maid.
But after being interrupted by Bai Wei, she couldn't keep up with her thoughts.
She felt that Bai Wei was in an overly good mood tonight. She could even hear Bai Wei humming songs she didn't understand in her mind from time to time. This made her feel a little strange. Although today was the Seven Syllables, would Visas also celebrate the Seven Syllables?
Or was he infected by the festive atmosphere?
Hevinia didn't quite understand, but she didn't think too much about it. Instead, she gathered her spirits again and prepared to perfect her plan when she heard the maid's shouting outside the house again.
"Madam! The young master has been found, the young master has been found!"
Hevinia subconsciously raised her head again and looked towards the yard, and then she saw a young man with a ruffian look returning home.
Behind him, there was a middle-aged woman in plain clothes. It was obvious at first glance that she was not from the Hai Luo family.
The boy was Hevinia's younger brother, named Brian.
As for that woman.
Hevinia squinted her eyes, and with the help of Bai Wei's extraordinary vision, she could see under the woman's plain coat.
There are no clothes left.
She immediately understood what was going on.
Sure enough, she soon heard the maid shouting to Mandy who had just come out.
"Madam! This woman borrowed the young master's seed!"
Mandy's expression suddenly became extremely ugly.
The woman immediately knelt on the ground and pleaded, "Madam, please forgive me. I have musical notes too! I won't waste the young master's..."
Before she could finish her words, she was slapped twice in the face by the servant beside her.
"Where did you come from, you bastard? How dare you touch the young master of the Hailuo family!?" As they spoke, they stripped off the women's clothes.
And under the woman's coat, there was a body full of musical notes that seemed to be made up of rust spots.
"A bronze rank! How dare you borrow our young master's seed!"
"You really dare!"
Watching the maids punching and kicking the woman, there was no trace of sadness or joy in Hevinia's eyes.
Borrowing seeds is the most direct way for the lower city to climb up.
Once the borrowed seeds produce offspring of a higher class, all the misfortunes will be rewritten.
Just like what Helvinia's mother Mandy did, except that she didn't do it as straightforwardly as this woman.
Has he been eyeing Brian for a long time?
Hevinia looked at her "brother" beside her again.
The vaccinated Brian did not show the expected anger at all. Instead, he watched the woman being beaten with interest, as if he had already guessed the woman's fate.
The nobles would not allow their noble offspring to flow out, unless the other party was also of a good class, such as Mandy's silver class.
But a woman who is only at the bronze level obviously does not have this qualification.
Therefore, the seeds that have been loaned out will be required to be returned, but of course, the means will not be so gentle.
Hevinia looked at the scene in front of her quietly, as if she were looking at a bunch of animals.
She shook her head and was about to change to another place, but she heard the woman shouting, "Give me a chance, Madam! Although I am only at the Bronze level, I have very good genes. My sister once cultivated a Gold level for the Hai Luo family!"
Helvinia's body froze.
"What are you talking about?!"
"I'm not talking nonsense! My sister's child is called Nia! She was taken away by Miss Helvinia!" The woman shouted hysterically at the manor, "Nia! You must be in there! Save me, I am your aunt, your aunt!"
Hevinia turned slowly.
There was a coldness as solid ice in Visas' eyes.
(End of this chapter)
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