Silent Crown-Chapter 237 Tough Small Figures

"What happened? Why is it so loud?" Leo came out of the office on the second floor and glared at the guard. "What did you do?"

"It’s not us." The guard shook his head in confusion and gazed at the crazed woman below held down by many people. "Jennifer suddenly went crazy. She started screaming and yelling your name for some reason…"

Leo froze. He suddenly had a bad feeling. When he rushed downstairs, he was met by the messy workspace and an unruly fat woman forced to the floor. She was glaring at him and cursing him out.

Amidst the chaos, a white-haired youth sat on a chair with a leg propped up. He looked into the distance as if this had nothing to do with him and whistled in satisfaction.

"She went crazy, Mr. Leo…" The guard helplessly came over and showed the bite mark on his arm. "This b*tch bites so hard, f*ck!" 𝐟re𝐞w𝐞𝒃𝓃𝒐𝐯𝚎𝒍.c૦𝚖

When Leo saw Ye Qingxuan, he finally understood everything. After checking Jennifer, he was sure that this woman had sunk into an illusion.

A silver ring shone dimly on the youth’s hand. He had his leg propped up as if he was enjoying the show and he hummed, "Ah, I saw three suns in the sky. They looked at me as if they knew me…"

Even though he was furious, Leo felt mockery toward the kid. He was just some kid who had not experienced the real world and had made such a commotion for a small thing. He had broken the Musician’s Union’s rules and used a music score here!

Leo was just waiting for an excuse to kick him out!

"Enough!" Leo looked down on him coldly. "Do you know the consequences of using a music score in the Musician’s Union?"

"To be honest, I’d love to talk about rules with you. After all, I know the rules better than you." Ye Qingxuan was still nonchalant. He looked up at Leo, but his eyes seemed to be looking down on the man.

"Using music scores in the Musician’s Union can result in fines from thirty-thousand to four-hundred thousand pounds, depending on the seriousness and revocation of the musician license. If a death occurs, it will be handed over to the Sacred City. But I don’t have a license so you can’t revoke it even if you want to. As for the fee, no one was injured or died. I caused some ruckus, so I suggest you follow the previous cases and just fine me thirty-thousand pounds. If it’s too high, I can report you to the Sacred City. Oh, you don’t look happy? Don’t worry, I’ll pay the money."

With that, the youth pulled out a sacred emblem. Leo’s expression grew even uglier and slapped the emblem away. "You think it’s that simple? You think you understand our rules well?" His expression darkened. "Don’t forget that I make the rules here!"

"No, no, no," Ye Qingxuan said, smiling and waving his hand. "Neither I nor you make the rules here. It should be Mr. Bayer, the man in charge of this branch of the union. Where is he? I’m kind of excited to get my fine from him…"

Leo’s expression changed at the youth’s words; he had finally realized the youth’s true purpose. He had used the music score just to get past all the levels of the Musician’s Union and see Bayer directly! When he had realized that the workers were purposely holding him back, he had decided not to follow their rhythm.

Throughout history, wherever one went, it was all the same—the higher-ups were easy to see, but the lower figures were hard to get past. If he could not see Bayer through the regular process, he would just have to use special ways.

Leo’s expression turned panicky for an instant before darkening again.

"Guards!" He glared at the youth. "Drag this b*stard out for disrupting the order! Blacklist him and make sure he can never enter the Musician’s Union!"

"Really?" A confused voice rang out behind him. "What happened that made such a commotion? I could hear the noise from my office."

Leo froze as his expression changed quickly and he spun around. "Mr. Bayer?" He felt as if he was hallucinating, but the smirking and dirty blond youth leaning against Bayer caused him to understand everything.

"I was told what had happened." Bayer patted Leo’s shoulder, telling him to move aside. He walked toward the youth. "There’s a fine of five-thousand pounds for purposely disrupting the order." He did not mention the usage of music scores and just used Leo’s words for categorizing the crime.

"I know, I’ll pay up, I’ll pay." Ye Qingxuan pulled out an emblem from his pocket and gave a sneaky smile, similar to Charles’s. "But would you have the time to chat with us?"

Bayer looked down at them and sighed. "Come to my resting room on the second floor. I hope you two didn’t make a mess of my lobby just to drink tea with me."

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Five minutes later, Bayer sat in his resting room, his face a ghastly pallor.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"I’m sure." Ye Qingxuan pushed the suitcase to him. "All the resources, documents, and related evidence are here. Ingmar thought that we wouldn’t have the original documents and wouldn’t be able to do a chronology test if he burned down our house, but he doesn’t know that I’ve already seen the originals and copied them last night. Not even a punctuation mark is wrong. If you need it, I can also provide a comparison to Ingmar’s version."

"No need." Bayer shook his head. "His papers…I’ve already seen them." With a dark expression, he picked up the papers and flipped through the pages. In the end, he set them down and lit a cigar, inhaling sharply.

"You two really didn’t come just for f*cking tea, huh?" he muttered, feeling close to a breakdown. "How am I so f*cking unlucky? I was unlucky just to get sent to somewhere like Anglo, and now something this big just happened without me even doing anything?"

He was in pain; of course he was in pain and he wanted to die. He was the one who went to Hermes to verify Ingmar’s papers; he was the one who sent it up. If news of this problem spread, it would definitely be a scandal in the entire academic world. How did this giant drama just occur so suddenly?

"Ye Qingxuan, Charles," he said, smoking and looking at them gravely. "Once you report this, it’ll become huge. There might be another solution. Please consider carefully, are you sure you want to report it?"

"No need. I already considered it for five minutes last night," Ye Qingxuan said nonchalantly. "There aren’t many things that are worth five minutes of my consideration ever since I turned sixteen."

Seeing the determination in his eyes, Bayer felt his tooth ache. "Okay." He reached out for Ye Qingxuan’s papers. "I…"

"Wait!" Leo, who had been standing to the side quietly with a livid expression, suddenly held down the papers. He looked at Bayer with a professional look. "This is an internal conflict of the Royal Academy of Music. If the Musician’s Union wishes to intervene, they must file a case and at least have the principal’s signature with paper documents."

Bayer instantly grew helpless. Why would they come if they had the principal’s permission? Why would they not do things through public negotiations? Leo was clearly forcing them out.

But before he could speak, Ye Qingxuan revealed that creepy smile again. "I’ve said many times for you to tell me what else I need at once so I don’t have to keep running around." Ye Qingxuan looked at him with a genuine expression. "Are you sure I don’t need anything else?"

With that, he pulled a piece of paper from the briefcase and placed it before them. Maxwell’s signature was on it—it was clearly a certificate of permission. This was the inside of the Musician’s Union and right before Bayer’s eyes. Ye Qingxuan did not dare to use illusion tricks so this certificate was definitely real.

Leo froze. He had just randomly thought of an excuse but did not expect Ye Qingxuan to really have the principal’s signature. Charles was shocked too; he did not think Ye Qingxuan would be so well-prepared.

"Now, you don’t have to be like that worker and require something from the Avalonian police department to prove that I’m myself, right?"

The youth’s question was like a slap to Leo, causing his features to twist. He left angrily.

Bayer glanced at his furious backside with pity and shrugged at the youth. "To be honest, he annoys me too, but I can’t do anything. There are all kinds of people in the world. It would be difficult for the Musician’s Union to work here without his family either."

Ye Qingxuan smiled but did not reply. Bayer sighed helplessly.

"I will represent the union and process the case." He sighed and gathered the files. Rising, he said, "This case involves many parties. You’ll need to wait a while."

Grinning, Ye Qingxuan waved at him. "Okay, come back soon."

Bayer’s facial muscles twitched; he sighed and left.

When the resting room fell silent, Charles glanced to each side. Confirming that there was nobody watching, he moved closer with a curious face and asked quietly, "You’ve been with me since last night. Where did you get the principal’s signature?"

Ye Qingxuan smirked. "Do you still remember when he gave Old Phil special approval as the history department’s honorary member?"

Charles was dazed. "No way."

"I just copied it then, just in case." Ye Qingxuan shrugged. "It’s not like he’ll actually go ask the principal, right? Oh, and I secretly carved the academy’s seal too…"

Charles was speechless.

There was a saying that the world was as large as your guts, but he had never expected that his junior had even copied the academy’s seal!