Silent Crown

Chapter 346 Low Quality Goods

"F*ck!" All the anticipating musicians choked at the same time and wished they could gouge their eyes out.

Amidst the retching sounds, Baro\'s face darkened. Covering his face, he muttered, "I was forced to, I was forced to, I was forced to…"

The moment the girl turned around, the tiles started shaking. Seven holes appeared on the ground and seven dwarves jumped out. "To fight for you, my princess!" the seven muscular and bearded dwarves yelled in unison.

Waving hammers, axes, flails, and swords larger than themselves, they rushed into the Romulusian formation. The giant shield formation crumbled under their attacks. The dwarves jumped up and down around the clay warriors, deftly shattering the metallic porcelain armor.

Their speed and strength were both incredible and unbelievable. They were extremely agile as well. None of them slacked off, and they all worked together, one kicking and the other hacking away…

These were not summoned objects! They were practically seven top-class knights! Everything in their paths was destroyed. They had no enemies! Within ten minutes, the hundred-man clay battalion was forced back. Finally, the dwarves disappeared along with the white dress.

Baro and Miller had also returned to the protective ring and even gotten the upper hand temporarily. There were no problems other than being embarrassed.

Many of the musicians stared at Baro, hoping he could do that again. Some girls were even willing to give him their dresses…

"Don\'t even think about it!" Baro roared with a red face. "I\'d rather die than humiliate myself again!"

"Psh…" Many pursed their lips and looked away in disappointment.

Pained cries sounded again. However, this was from a musician rather than the wildly advancing clay warriors. A man with half his chest ripped apart was brought over. Blood flowed like a river and he was on his last breath. Miller and two other choir musicians rushed over without hesitation.

Many of the musicians looked into the distance while fighting. They were in the side wing and, other than the few united groups, someone else was fighting against the Romulusian formation.

One person was at the very front. The dirty and pathetic-looking young man squatted on the ground with his sharp teeth bared. He roared and his wild aura spread in all directions. He was not singing a melody but was roaring like a wild beast. The thundering melody had a crazed beauty. The music notes played like a group of beasts growling while killing.

It was fierce, crude, and shockingly pure.

Countless strange apparitions flashed in his vicinity as the melody changed. Wild beasts appeared one after another. It was enough to destroy one\'s mind but the deathly wild beastly nature had no effect on him. Instead, they worked reverently to his roars.

He did not clean the mud under his feet. Instead, he let the clay warriors emerge, tearing them apart immediately after. Countless invisible mouths were hidden around him.

The being squatted obediently in the area Casper had marked for it. Anything, even teammates, that dared to approach were ripped to shreds. It was like a rabid guard dog or wild wolves supervising their territory—it was a pure beast.

Casper Hauser.

Even while interpreting, Ye Qingxuan could feel the strange wolf-like aura that rose to the sky like smoke. Turning around involuntarily, he saw the hunched yet wild figure with shocked eyes. He had never seen alienation to this extent!

"What\'s wrong?" Colt\'s thin voice floated into his ears. "Curious?"

Ye Qingxuan looked away. He knew it was wrong to ask about others\' personal matters but he could not help it. "What\'s wrong with him?"

"You really don\'t know?" Colt\'s tone was meaningful. "He was born as the result of the inheritance of beastly nature. As a natural-born musician, he carries the anticipation of his ancestors.

"His father wanted to isolate him from other influences, so he was locked in a cellar until he became a Resonance musician at age fifteen. He\'s a true genius with incredible talent, but he doesn\'t know how to talk. He doesn\'t have any common sense and doesn\'t know how to socialize. He doesn\'t understand others either and can\'t communicate at all. To him, human language is meaningless, like empty music notes."

Stunned, Ye Qingxuan almost lost control of the interval in his hands. "Is he still human?"

"His father had wanted to turn him into a beast since the beginning—a pure beast." Colt\'s voice was indifferent. "That\'s the only way for him to completely fuse with the beastly nature and enter deep into the aether world to complete the transformation. Then he could become a phantom beast in a human\'s body."

After a long silence, Ye Qingxuan shook his head. "His family is too cruel."

"Aren\'t musicians all like this?" Colt chuckled. "The way to the Originator is long and hard. It\'s already passed the realm of ethics. Sometimes, you have to throw away some things to go further. Ye Qingxuan, don\'t be shocked. You\'ll do this one day if you keep going along this path."

Ye Qingxuan did not answer. He focused entirely on interpreting. The complex and vast array on the stone door before him shook. About half of the flowing veins of light were extinguished. This was the masterpiece of ancient Abstinence musicians, but it was still something centuries removed from current technology. After the anti-tune had let them close in the gap, the three were able to chip away at the seal slowly but surely. It was just a matter of time, but the problem was, how much time did they need?

Ye Qingxuan had viewed this as a big job and planned to fervently work six hours per day for seven days. But for some reason, the progress this time was…too fast! Everything went on unbelievably fast. Of course, he was responsible for half of that.

After all, the core of Abraham\'s interpretation method was \'fast.\' Its goal was to interpret the enemy\'s next move in battle so it must be fast. He had to overlook the details and focus on the big picture to solve the core problem. He did not care about anything else.

Ye Qingxuan performed the interpretation method smoothly and expertly. He was as fast as a rabid dog freed from its leash. When he ran into harder parts, he would toss it to Torre. The latter was responsible for forcefully undoing the unavoidable obstacles in the music theory. In other words, he stormed the obstacles.

This was their first time working together, but they cooperated well after the run-in period. After all, Ye Qingxuan\'s interpretation method was Abstinence music theory disguised as Revelations. He had also inherited theory from the School of Stone Heart. This collaboration made things easier for him.

He did not lack anything on the aspect of theories but had some shortcomings for real-life application. This opportunity allowed him to see how the School of Abstinence worked. He was able to copy Torre and secretly learn everything.

With them decoding in the front, Colt had undone a good portion of Hades\' Door\'s prohibition. His speed was increasing too. His understanding and investigation of music theory was beyond Ye Qingxuan\'s expectations. He was not like a twenty-five-year-old at all.

Sometimes, Ye Qingxuan would get the misconception that there was a grandmaster beside him. He did not agree with Heisenberg\'s character but the Rock Institute\'s \'secret bearer\' inheritance lived up to its reputation. Working with someone like Colt cut down on the worry and effort. However, for some reason, Ye Qingxuan felt like he had overlooked something as he continued.

He even had time to turn around at times to check on the others. The clay warriors grew back as soon as they were destroyed and were getting stronger but the musicians had started standing their ground after the earlier panic.

The overall situation was good. Not just a bit good but very good. Yet he felt something was wrong. It was so successful that he felt sorry for the Hades\' Door and such a large alchemy array.

Ye Qingxuan was confident in his abilities, but he did not think he was good enough to tear through Hades\' Door as if it was a counterfeit good.

Were ancient Romulusians all fools? There must be a plot twist hidden somewhere he would never think of. While he was distracted and thinking through the Romulusian history he had read, trying to find something he had missed, he felt the pressure decrease.

The music notes flashing on Hades\' Door had suddenly started extinguishing. It was as if they had been poking holes into rock for a long time and finally pierced through the surface layer. He thought the next step would be even more difficult but then he realized that the stone was hollow…

"Is it actually low-quality?"