625 The Preposterous Ways of the World (2/2)
Sorry, the one you are talking about was once the original high priest of Hyakume in the Anglo Kingdom, was once a genius Dark Musician, and at such a young age had been the force behind the scenes for so many important events?
Oh...and that b*stard had, with his own knife...
”What's wrong? You're not willing to let him go?” Shi Dong watched Ye Qingxuan's distorted expression, and his spirits fell. ”Hey, this is all the interest of working for you.”
”Uh...”
Ye Qingxuan was suddenly even more conflicted. He didn't mind Watson taking on this burden, and he was quite useful. He could leave any dirty work to him, and not have to worry about doing it himself. But...
”You don't care about his past?” Ye Qingxuan asked carefully, lest the old b*stard grab his knife and rush into Avalon to clear it of heresy.
”It's pretty bad.”
Shi Dong clearly knew what he was talking about. He turned his head with a look of disdain and called, ”Old Cripple! Is Old Cripple here?”
An old man came floating over from a distant workshop.
He wore a black ferraiolone. His body was withered and his legs were different lengths. He was floating in the air. Viewing him from behind from this distance, he looked like a bald mop, sliding back and forth across the floor.
It was only when viewing him from the front that he looked like a normal old man, but he concealed a darkness that was difficult to describe. His hooked nose and pair of empty eye holes were enough to frighten away children.
”What is it?”
The old man's mouth did not move. His gravelly voice came from his chest.
Shi Dong scratched his bald head and asked, ”What did you originally do before I cut off your leg? I've forgotten, remind me.”
The old man spat. ”I was the chief of the Dark Musicians of Canaan, what of it?” he said unhappily. ”It was so many years ago, why are you bringing up the past?”
”Alright, its fine. Go on back now.”
Shi Dong waved his hand lightly. He looked back at Ye Qingxuan. ”Any more questions?”
”...”
After a while, Ye Qingxuan, who had held his breath for so long he had nearly suffocated, finally breathed a helpless sigh. ”Fine, you go talk to him. If he's willing, I won't get in the way.”
What was wrong with the world?
The Inquisition was full of heretics, the Silence Governance had let loose the Revolutionary Army, the College of Cardinals had cultivated the incarnation of Hyakume...it was completely f*cking preposterous.
”The Inquisition has always been accepting of all.”
”Besides, aren't the Dark Musicians and the Dark Sovereign still bottled up?” Shi Dong boasted without realizing it. ”Oh right, if that guy Dominic is free, why don't you have him come over to the court for a while? It seems like he's been pretty idle...”
The old man's club was really filling up!
”Beat it!”
Ye Qingxuan felt that talking to this old man was sapping his energy, and he was tired of it.
”Oh, right. There is one matter that I haven't been able to handle myself. You'll need to decide for yourself.”
Shi Dong gave a one of those sly smiles that was his specialty, making Ye Qingxuan a bit uneasy.
He pulled out an invitation.
”Her Highness the Queen would like you to attend a banquet.”
Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt the world go black before his eyes.