240 Boss Isn’t Home Today (1/2)
For the next few days, the history department did not accept any guests.
Because of their home, and that they must prepare for the appraisal in ten days, the principal specifically gave them a building near the library for their temporary residence. They rejected all who wanted to see them and closed the door tightly. They used the Requiem Enchantment’s strength to isolate both the inside and outside of the building. Not a peep could be heard, let alone the ability to record videos.
The white-haired youth moved between the library and their residency every day.
Inside the school, everyone started paying attention to this event after news of the Musician’s Union’s appraisal spread. For a time, it created a storm. People argued over both the reasons and the results. The many fights gave the executive office giant headaches.
On the other hand, it was not just the school that was in a flurry.
It could be said that the entire ancient world of academia was shaken by the Musician’s Union’s notification. Most scholars had not heard of the news that the Voynich Manuscript had been successfully interpreted and were shocked when they received the message. Then, they realized that this giant breakthrough had such a hidden flaw.
Many scholars obsessed with interpretation had begun traveling to Anglo from all over. The one who traveled the farthest was a monk who hailed from India. There were still many days before the appraisal but many had already arrived. They stayed at inns near the Musician’s Union and chatted in their free time, exchanging ideas of academia.
If not for the fact that everyone had come for the appraisal, this would have become an academic event. Abraham’s notes had been attained by people with connections to the Union and spread secretly.
An argument over whether this was a crooked solution or a clever path instantly exploded. The appraisal had not begun yet, but there were already signs of the debate.
On the ninth day, the three grandmasters, Barthélémy, Sergey, and Heisenberg arrived. After conversing shortly with the local scholar, Miss Lola Caput, they rejected other welcoming procedures and went to rest in their arranged inns.
On the tenth day, the long-closed door to the history department was finally opened. The principal was also called to the palace by the emperor. He had been watching the show for so long; now it was time for his unfortunate event.
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In the quiet hall, Maxwell stood at the bottom of the steps without a word, head lowered politely. On the other side of the curtain, a graceful female’s voice traveled from the throne. Her voice was steady and majestic.
”Is my mind playing tricks on me? Maxwell, why do strange things always happen in your academy?”
Maxwell could not help but chuckle bitterly. Lowering his head, he answered, ”Perhaps…because I’m unlucky?”
The queen was not angry. Instead, she calmly advised, ”The academy belongs to the royal family. If anything happens, it damages the royal reputation. Now is a stormy time and you must leave some space for the royal family. You should understand what else I must say, correct?”
”Yes.” The bitterness in Maxwell’s face grew stronger. ”To be honest, I’ve already tried my hardest not to add more grief to the royal family, but this involves the ringing of the Philosopher’s Bell. I must be careful. You’ve called me this time because of the Musician’s Union’s appraisal, right?”
Behind the curtain, the vague silhouette nodded. ”The Union will think that this event happened in Anglo, so the royal family should send a representative to partake in the appraisal.”
Maxwell thought for a moment. ”Your Majesty, are you thinking of sending me?”
”You work with national matters and work hard. These small matters don’t concern you.” The queen’s voice was tinged with anger. She was clearly not praising the blood, sweat and tears he had put in for Anglo.
Maxwell froze. ”Then…”
”Let the crown prince go.”
The queen’s words stunned Maxwell. ”The crown prince?”
Your Majesty, are you joking?!
Though it is the royal family’s scandal, everyone in Anglo knew that the crown prince, the first heir of the throne, was a retard. His brain had not developed since he was four-years-old, and he still thought he was a sheep…If he represented the royal family and said something weird, the royal family would have no more dignity!
Thankfully, the empress’s next words gave him some relief. ”His health is not good these days. I’ll have someone go with him.”
”Who?” As Maxwell asked, he suddenly heard a tidal sound from the throne.
It was the sea tide.
It was the sound of countless flames flowing together and burning everything to ashes. The broke sounds formed a roaring tidal wave. This was the terrifying power brewing in the royal family’s blood—the Dragon Bloodline!
This power and mysterious curse was passed down the generations of the royal blood. After centuries, it had grown stronger rather than weakening.
In that instant, Maxwell almost thought that the empress had risen from her seat, but he quickly realized that it was not the empress because it was controllable. A manageable power was not the Dragon Bloodline because the Dragon Bloodline was uncontrollable.
If the empress had truly risen, the entire palace would be reduced to ashes. Someone who could control this power…had someone in the royal family awoken their bloodline?
”Is it Queen Mary?”
It suddenly dawned on him. Mary had awoken her bloodline three years ago and had already reached this level…Was there another empress in this generation after Empress Elizabeth?
Behind the curtain and beside the throne sat a youth in a white dress. She did not speak, but the practically inhuman gaze made one feel danger lurking.
After her eighteenth birthday a few days ago, Arthur’s bloodline had further awoken, causing her coldness to become even more inhuman. Now, there were signs of Hermes’ arrogance in her.
When King Arthur had used the holy operation to cleanse his blood, he had transformed into a demigod, unique to the world. A demigod was neither a god nor a man. To the heirs of this bloodline, the human world was probably as boring as a desert.
It seemed that the queen was determined to foster Mary and let her take over the throne. Next, she would be given all kinds of orders to develop her popularity and ruling experience…ten years later, there would be another queen similar to the one currently on the throne.
Understanding this, Maxwell lowered his head and answered, ”I understand.”
The queen on the throne seemed to nod. ”This matter involves too many parties. During this, I hope that you will not play any inglorious roles, understand?”
”As you wish, Your Majesty.” Half-kneeling on the ground, Maxwell lowered your eyes. ”All will go as you wish.”
Behind the throne was a long and narrow window. The sun had risen to its peak in that window. The blazing light shone down, elongating the throne’s shadow like a long sword.
In the air, a faraway bell rang out, echoing in all directions.
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