444 Scale (1/2)
Thud! It was as if a ton of iron smashed onto the ground. The scale on the left was instantly pushed to the bottom. On a scale to ten, it was pushed to nine.
Ye Qingxuan stared at it for a while before looking up. ”What's the price for this?”
The dwarf emotionlessly took a teacup out of nowhere. Taking a sip, he said, ”This means you have to find a sum worth a library of this scale. It is second only to the music theory password of the Sacred City central control center. It's equal to about ten Heaven Doors.”
”That expensive?” Ye Qingxuan was dumbfounded.
”If you think it's expensive, then don't buy it.” The dwarf scoffed. ”This isn't for the poor.”
Ye Qingxuan was speechless. He quickly exchanged the paper.
It said Ye Qingxuan.
The scale dipped down to 0.1. Ye Qingxuan stared for a while and asked, ”How much is this?”
”This is 'worthless'.” The dwarf glanced at him. ”You can get it with any two elementary books.”
”That cheap?!” Ye Qingxuan's heart broke. ”I'm one-ninetieth of the Pope's underpants!”
”Every scale mark increases exponentially.” The dwarf sneered. ”This isn't even worth 0.1. It's just the smallest unit. The things you want to know are probably all common knowledge now!”
Ye Qingxuan was speechless. He couldn't help it. Now, any musician or student knew the story of Marquess Ye beheading his enemy at the city gates. Too many people knew about it so it was no longer valuable.
Thinking a bit, he changed to Wolf Flute. The scale dipped to six.
The dwarf said, ”This is equal to national secrets. You can buy it if you give me naval routes, military deployment maps, or information on the treasury reserve.”
”Not fair!” Ye Qingxuan roared and pointed at Wolf Flute. ”How come he's sixty times more expensive than me?”
”Hehe, it's technically six-hundred and forty times,” Wolf Flute corrected. Then he added, ”…and more.”
Ye Qingxuan went through a list of terms, having fun with himself.
Holmes was 4.7; Maxwell, 6; Shaman, 5; Bach, 8; Aurora empress, 8.5; Mr. Hu, 6.5…
After thinking, he decided to put Abraham's name. The scale instantly went to 7.5.
”How come it's that expensive?” He was stunned. He did not expect his teacher to have this many secrets.
”Don't ask useless questions. There is obviously a reason.” The dwarf was tired of him.
Sighing, he hesitated and put Bai Xi's name on but there was no reaction. ”Why isn't there a reaction?”
”There won't be a reaction if you put something like eating or sleeping.” The dwarf rolled his eyes. ”Be more specific! If you're putting a person, write their full name! It's best if you mark a location and family too.”
”Full name?” Ye Qingxuan was stunned. ”That is her full name.”
”Oh?” The dwarf smiled meaningfully and caressed the scale. ”This is why you need it.”
Ye Qingxuan fell silent.
”You've already played enough. How much longer are you going to take?” Looking at him, the dwarf drummed his fingers on the counter. ”Are you here just to take a look?”
”I've never seen this before, okay?” Ye Qingxuan grinned shamelessly. ”Let me try it again.”
He wrote two more slips.
Descendant of the Phoenix, 2.1. This was the unique advancement of the Anglo School of Royalty. Most musicians had heard of it before. With this scale mark, he could probably buy it with a regular music score.
”Not bad. The price is fair.” Ye Qingxuan nodded and put the second slip on.
Dreamweaver, 4. This level was for precious secrets that not many people knew or were highly important. He could exchange for it with information or knowledge of the same level.
Getting paper and a pen, Ye Qingxuan began to copy with aether. Autumn Wind, a thin music score from Mr. Hu, caused the scale to stop at one. It seemed that Eastern music theory and scores were slightly more valuable here.
Ye Qingxuan paused. Thinking a bit, he grabbed another slip and wrote: September, Huntmore Harbor, illegal drug 'Krishna,' sixty kilograms. He placed the slip in. The scale balanced out before tipping 1.3 degrees to the right side.
”What happens if my side is worth more?” Ye Qingxuan glanced at the dwarf.
”You can choose to change your slip or save the additional amount. Or, Nibelungenlied's scale will give you additional information for the value.”
”I choose the last one.” Just as he finished speaking, the paper slip in the left scale evaporated. Aether converged, transforming into two slips of white paper.
Stunned, Ye Qingxuan followed the dwarf's orders to take them. A line of faint words flashed before his eyes. If he did not focus on reading, he would not be able to finish before they disappeared.
F*cking dishonest trader… Ye Qingxuan had no time to swear. He focused his attention on the paper.
The Dreamweaver It is the unique advancement of the Eastern Ye family. One must have Deva's blood in order to advance. The Dreamweaver uses special music theory and techniques to weave music scores into its dreamscape, allowing the dreamscape to hold the critical elements.
Because it contained Mind music scores, every Dreamweaver's dreamscape would have a unique effect. The musician can store the music score's spirit into his dreamscape and enter the state of 'dreamland,' fully becoming one with the music score and becoming the physical incarnate of aether.
Under this circumstance, the musician can subconsciously control formulas of the School of Modifications, the four liquids equilibrium of the School of Choir, the fulcrums of the School of Illusion, the beastly nature of the School of Summoning, the hints of the School of Mind, and more. The performance becomes an innate ability; the music theory is like breathing. One may find the most suitable element during this process, laying down the road to the Scepter level.
Detailed information is lacking and still requires collecting.
That was it for the first slip. Ye Qingxuan opened the second, which was the additional information Nibelungenlied gave.