235 In Your Dreams! (2/2)

He must turn back immediately.

”Turn back?” Ye Qingxuan seemed to understand Ingmar’s message and sneered.

”You’re too scared to kill me and too scared to admit your plagiarism. You think that I’ll fall down with just a threat and retreat obediently? Sadly, the world isn’t as beautiful as you think,” he thought.

”In your dreams!” Ye Qingxuan stared at Ingmar’s back and gritted his teeth. In the almost glue-like air, he raised his foot and stepped toward the world outside the Academy.

Thud! The light sound was like a hallucination.

The moment the youth stepped out, the danger and pressure on his heart vanished like a hallucination. Nothing happened as if nothing before had happened either.

But in that instant, Ingmar looked down. There was the reflection of a black starry sky in his icy blue eyes. The stars rotated, bringing with it a chilling murderous intent. As the stars rotated, it reflected the image of the two walking into the distance. Countless invisible threads were tangled in them, connecting to their fatal spots.

It seemed as if a casual tug could cause them to fall apart like a broken puppet. The murderous intent shot out from his eyes, but he pushed it down and did not act until the two youths walked out of the proximity of his senses.

”Tsk, just a sheep in wolf’s clothing,” came the youth’s soft scoff in the wind.

The originally smooth newspaper had become a crumpled mess in Ingmar’s hands.

”Sir? Sir…” the server asked timidly beside him, ”Does the coffee not suit your taste?”

Ingmar raised the coffee emotionlessly and tasted it. He furrowed his brows and set it down. ”It’s too sweet,” he said. ”Give me another cup.”

The server picked up the cup and fled as if finally freed.

Ingmar folded up the newspaper again. In just a few seconds, the ink had become a faded yellow like centuries had passed. He squinted as if he was communicating with it.

”It’s me, Ingmar. Yes, there’s something I need to ask of you…”

-

One hour later, someone leaned on the railing of the Musician Union’s second floor and looked at the long line below. He saw two youths and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

”Don’t worry,” he said quietly to the alchemy communication tool in his hands. ”I’ve prepared it already. Those two kids can’t do anything. I’ll make them leave obediently tonight.”

Behind him, the guard of the Union’s main lobby went up and stood politely behind him, rubbing his hands. ”Mr. Leo, did you call for me?”

”Yes, I need to ask something of you.” Leo patted his shoulder and pointed at the two youths in line on the first floor. ”Keep an eye on them. Kick them out if they make a scene. Mr. Bayer is busy today, so I don’t wish anything to disturb our meeting later, understood?”

”I understand.” The guard smiled understandingly. ”If they make a scene, they won’t be able to enter for three months.”

-

Thirty minutes later, the long wait on the first floor finally came to an end.

”It’ll be done very quickly. Senior, if you don’t want to wait, just wait for me for a bit.” Ye Qingxuan patted Charles’s shoulder. Charles sighed and relaxed his annoyed expression. Squeezing out a smile, he handed his form to the worker behind the table.

The worker seemed to be telling a joke to his coworker. They talked quietly for a long time and the two could not help but laugh. After they finished, he carelessly took their forms but quickly tossed them back.

”Your forms are all incorrect. There should be additional resources, but why did you just write it directly on the form? And here and here are for me to fill in.” He pointed to various spots on the form with annoyed eyes. ”Did you two listen to what I said or not? You’ve filled this in three times incorrectly. Not only are you wasting your time, you’re holding others up.”

Charles’s muscles twitched, but Ye Qingxuan held down his shoulder and smiled at the worker. ”I’m sorry, we’ll fix it now.”

”No, you must start over.” The worker glanced at him. ”You can’t have any signs of revisions on the form and be careful of your handwriting too. Your writing is clearly not standard. Who taught you how to write?”

Ye Qingxuan looked down at the flowing calligraphy style of the Sacred City on the form and nodded, pushing down his anger. ”Yes, yes, we’ll start over now.”

”This is your own matter. You should be more careful instead of having people remind you all the time. Do you want to get anything done with that attitude?” The worker threw a glance at them and waved at the next one in line.

Ye Qingxuan practically dragged Charles to the side and comforted his nearly exploding emotions. At the form-filling location, someone perceived their situation and revealed a sympathetic expression.

”You’re new here, right?”