62 You’re Dead (2/2)
”Get to the back and shut up!”
”…”
”This isn’t over yet. Don’t get so happy.” Just as they were getting ready to leave, an eerie voice sounded from the entrance.
When Bai Xi saw that it was Edmund’s sidekick, her face fell. ”What, you want to get hit some more?” As she said this, she raised her fists.
Though he had just been insulted by Bai Xi, Bart’s expression changed dramatically before calming down. Coldly scoffing, he said, ”Don’t forget! The Academy might not forbid fights, but they also allow the students to ‘learn’ from each other! In one week will be the selections for the prime student of the class. The aether will be allowed in the practice rooms, and if Edmund challenges you…you’re dead meat.”
Ignoring him, Ye Qingxuan walked past him, leaving his words behind. ”If he can get up, then let him come.”
Rooted to his spot, the elite student froze, his face turned ugly.
Ye Qingxuan never even looked at him.
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In the evening, a carriage pulled by a black stallion stopped in a secluded area of the city.
This was the quietest place in the city’s second ring. There were large trees on both sides of the road, and no sign of any urban life.
As the heavy gate opened slowly, the carriage entered the yard. Before the door, the driver opened the carriage door respectfully. A slightly aged man stepped down.
The white-haired housekeeper straightened his tie and came forward to welcome him. Sensing the fatigue in his master’s eyes, he did not say anything and ordered servants to tell the kitchen to add a cup of brandy after dinner.
”Where is the Miss?”
All of Lancelot’s men entered the hall and walked toward the library.
”She hasn’t returned from knight practice,” the housekeeper replied quietly. ”Shall we call her back for dinner with you?”
”No need. There’s no need for dinner either. I have no appetite.” Lancelot pushed open the library’s door.
The housekeeper stayed outside rather than following inside. He felt that his master needed a quiet space, but did not know what had happened that made Lancelot so depressed.
Lancelot’s footsteps paused before the door. He seemed to be pondering something. After a while he turned around. ”Tell Emma to come see me.”
”Emma?” The housekeeper froze, but quickly realized that he had acted out of conduct. Lowering his head, he replied, ”Yes sir.”
Called forth by the Master, the unsettled old servant pushed open the door five minutes later.
The library was dark, with only one candle lit, illuminating the man on the sofa.
He seemed to be asleep, but when Emma entered, he opened his eyes. He pointed at the seat before him, telling her to sit.
”Master, do you need anything?” Emma asked after sitting.
”Tell me again, Emma.” Lancelot leaned back in the sofa, exhausted. ”Tell me what happened when you met that kid on the street.”
Emma froze.
”Are you speaking of…” Hesitating, she said the forbidden word, ”Young Master?”
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In the second floor dorm of the Music History’s building, Charles gazed up at the sky and sighed. ”Junior, why do I suddenly think that you’re seriously dead?”
”Huh?” Ye Qingxuan, reading on the bottom bunk, looked up.
”Don’t you know that elites’ music education is at least five years ahead of commoner musicians?” Charles looked at him with exasperation.
”They have a bunch of drugs, research literature, and expensive personal tutors. They’re usually official apprentices by the time they enter the academy. I’ve heard that Banner Adrian has already gotten to the rhythm level! If they want to fight with fists, you can beat them with some dirty tricks. But if it’s a fight between musicians, what can you do? It’s all my fault for not stopping you earlier.” Charles sighed, burying his face in his hands. ”What are we going to do? Professor will kill me if he finds out!”
”Is the difference really that big? You make it sound like I’m definitely going to die…”
”Isn’t that the case? I’m sure they already know at least ten runes very well. You’ve just entered the academy. How many do you know?”
Ye Qingxuan was stunned. He counted with his fingers and replied seriously, ”I think I only know one!”
Hearing this, Charles almost fell from the bed.
”Then you’re definitely dead. Yezi, you’re dead, you know? From Heaven to Hell, no one can save you!”