654 A Good Man (1/2)

The sky of the Ultimate had been lit up. The music theory of Scepter was produced from within, and just its aftermath alone was enough to turn the pitch-black sky into a turbulent ocean. All of the musicians were rudely awoken and they all began to look up.

”What a crowd.” Naberius was standing on the tip of the broken clock tower as he looked towards the south. ”What a pity that we can't join in something as big as this. Can't we just go closer?”

The androgynous youth stood behind him quietly. Upon hearing what Naberius said, he shook his head. ”For your safety, this is the furthest we can go.”

”They can kill me?” Naberius asked.

”Not those pathetic Scepters. It's the Saint.” Paganini smiled coldly. ”The Church has used the same trick even after so many years. Schubert did not have a successor, and no one could inherit his talent anyway, so this was the only way. Sacrificing him in exchange for the power of the Ultimate is simple and worthwhile but Schubert's music theory must have been embedded with regulations in its deeper levels. If she senses your Changing Music Theory, she will definitely try to drag you along with her self-implosion. Since she is going to die anyway, why won't she use it to serve an even greater good for the Church?”

Naberius remained silent as he imagined how a saint would hugging him before self-imploding. He could not help but shudder. ”They are really a bunch of lunatics.”

”Whoever said otherwise?” Paganini laughed. ”The servants of the God are crazier than the fallen. Doesn't that make sense?”

”After so many days, has that Chief Inquisitor finally given up?” In the north, the second Prince looked towards the sky with a teasing look in his eyes. ”Personally sacrificing a saint to the Ultimate should allow him to break away from the restrictions of the Church and become a Scepter straightaway right?”

”Not necessarily.” Beside him, an old and frail musician was fiddling with a fender in his hands. With a penknife in hand, he began to carve wedge-shaped music notes on the dry surface of the fender. After brushing off the carvings, he threw the fender to one side. Beside him was a small mountain of fenders. The old musician reached out his hands, and very soon, the mud began to tremble and water evaporated as a brand new piece of fender was formed in his hands. He was fully engrossed in his carving as if he could care less about the commotion that was taking place somewhere else.

The second Prince was stunned for a while when he heard a different opinion. He looked at the old musician respectfully and asked, ”So what do you think?”

Although he was the second prince, he was in no position to flaunt his status in front of this elder. This elder was someone that his mother's family had designated to be there for the second prince to depend on if necessary. Even if he was to become the emperor in the future, he was still obliged to seek advice and support from this elder. 40 years ago, this elder was already a scepter musician of Asgard. Before the previous Emperor had passed away, the elder had served as an advisor. What was so special about him was that he was someone, who was purely from the School of Revelation, that had managed to become a Scepter. He was wise and had great foresight so the second Prince had to listen to his opinions on many matters.

”It's very simple. Haven't you realized that he does not lack power?” The old musician said, ”He does not lack power nor reputation or money. He did not even lack status. If you think about it, how many things does he have that would leave plenty of people feeling envious? Your opponent is someone who is not inferior to you in any way. No, in fact, if he was in your position, he probably would already have defeated your elder brother and become the Emperor of Asgard. In this aspect, you have to learn from him.”

The second prince frowned when he heard this, as his eyes revealed displeasure. Nevertheless, he did not say anything. The old musician shook his head. He knew that he had triggered some resentment in the second prince, so he would have to explain to the latter more tactfully. ”Weakness is only temporal in the Ultimate. It is not worth it to sacrifice a lot in exchange for power in the short run. This Chief Inquisitor has very long-term goals. If he killed a saint, he would only become a Scepter. Do you think he really cares about becoming a Scepter? As long as he is in Anglo and continues to be boosted by the Chapter of the Golden Victory, he will be able to gain power that is comparable to a catastrophe.”

”At the end of the day, that is still an external force that can be relied on,” the second prince said.