Silent Crown-Chapter 325 Rain

"My name is Ye Qingxuan and it will not change. Food is free in the East so why can’t I hitch a ride?" The proud youth with mottled white hair and ragged clothes blocked a caravan. His clothes were ragged because he did not start off with much clothing. His hair was mottled because…his hair dye had faded.

Now, ‘Ye Qingxuan’ pointed at his fading white hair and said proudly, "Do you see this? It’s the noble blood of a Deva! Hurry up and give me your best carriage. Otherwise, I’ll lose my temper."

"Uh…" Donald gripped his sword as his expression twitched. With this situation, he could not fight the man but he could not not fight. Who knew if the man was a musician or not?

He looked to the carriage in the center of the caravan for help but the youth there just blew his whistle without a care. What was wrong with this trip? Why did he keep running into such weird things? Before he could react, a cackle sounded in the air.

"Ye Qingxuan? I’m looking for you!" A black shadow instantly descended from the sky and clawed ‘Ye Qingxuan’s shoulder, lifting him up. The three-footed eagle’s wing spanned a dozen meters. It was clearly a summoned phantom beast.

The musician on the eagle’s back played his flute and cackled. "Going to Auschwitz is a death trap for a weak musician like you. Why don’t you form a team with me? You can try decode—"

Before he could finish, something whistled through the forest. A blinding beam of light flashed in the air. It sliced off one of the eagle’s wings and burned half of the Summoning musician’s body.

Yelping, the musician urged the handicapped eagle forward.

"You think you can get to Auschwitz?" A woman with a tattooed face rode a python. She beat her copper drum and chased after him. There were thunderous rumbles and booms. Melodies overlapped each other, creating dizzying and complex ripples. 𝘧𝓇𝗲𝑒we𝙗noѵ𝑒l.𝐜o𝘮

One could faintly hear ‘Ye Qingxuan’s say indignantly, "Psh, stop dreaming! Bring it on…"

The entire caravan seemed to be fossilized. The mortals always suffered when the gods fought.

"What…what’s going on?" The caravan leader was close to tears. "Why do people keep fighting when they’re talking? They blocked our path!"

"Boss, be happy they aren’t drag racing!" The turbaned youth beside him munched on baked seeds as if this did not bother him. "If I were you, I’d choose a detour. If they come back—"

Before he finished, the leader jumped. He almost bounced off of his horse. "Detour! Turn around! Hurry! What are you still waiting for? For those unlucky b*stards to pay your salary?"

The long caravan turned around and carefully avoided the musicians’ battlefield after going in a big circle.

-

After ten days, Ye Qingxuan’s happy days of lounging around finally ended. He could only hitch a ride to here. There were no more after this. He had traveled slowly and casually for so many days but, according to the arrangement, Ye Qingxuan was still on time. It was good enough that he had arrived! He had already planned on whiling his days away like this. With his small physique, killing was not his thing. He should treasure his life!

"Sir, you’re leaving now?" At the fork in the road, the caravan leader bid farewell to Ye Qingxuan politely. "You’re leaving so soon. Why don’t you stay a few days? We will treat you with hospitality." He regretted his words as soon as he uttered them because Ye Qingxuan’s eyes brightened.

"Really?"

"Uh…" The leader wiped at his sweat and stammered, "But we shouldn’t hold you back. Your time is precious. How can a small caravan like us waste your time?"

"Ah, no, not at all. And furthermore, you even dare to sell powerful things like the power armor. Your business is probably pretty big, right?" Ye Qingxuan glanced at him with a subtle smile. Moving from the topic, he lifted up his bag and spoils. "Oz is up ahead. Thanks everyone for letting me catch a ride. Let’s part here."

The youth turned to leave. After hesitating, Donald called out, "Sir, can you…can you tell us your name?"

"Me?" Ye Qingxuan looked back from his horse with a strange expression. "I’m…Simon! Right, Simon. Just remember me as a peace-loving Indian musician."

"Simon?" Donald sounded out the unfamiliar name. "Then, may we meet again, Mr. Simon."

"Yes, may we meet again." Ye Qingxuan whistled and patted the stallion’s neck. The horse neighed and galloped off.

Watching as the youth faded into the distance, the caravan leader sighed, "What a miracle. I never expected to meet such a figure on the road. It’s a pity he left so hurriedly. Do you think he’s a Resonance musician from the legends with that power?"

"Maybe. I can’t tell," Donald lamented. "I didn’t know you’d be so generous as to gift him your horse."

"Huh?" The man froze. "Didn’t you give him it?"

He stared at Donald; their expressions changed drastically.

The leader stared at the youth’s silhouette. After a long while, he muttered, "He even steals horses? This *sshole Simon is so shameless…"

"Yeah. That Ye Qingxuan is shameless too!"

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The youth whistled as he raced through the wilderness. After the long journey, he was finally close to Auschwitz. After five kilometers, he would be at the small village of Oz. It was the last rest stop before Auschwitz.

Under the blazing sun, he could only see clumps of withered brambles and half-dead shrubs on the prairie. This was not far from the ancient Thebes civilization and still contained old relics and remains.

According to ancient literature, there was a radiant city here in the past. Innumerable people lived here and created a glorious culture. Sadly, the times changed. The once-fertile soil had become a barren desert through the changes of aether and rivers. There was no sign of the original glory. The city was now reduced to crumbling walls.

"Is this really the place that fed one hundred thousand citizens?" Ye Qingxuan looked around. He saw a small creek not too far away but the beach was covered white salt. It was undrinkable. Ye Qingxuan dismounted and reached out. He wet his fingers but almost threw up after tasting it.

It was extremely salty and bitter, with a pungent metallic and fishy smell. The underground water here was clearly not drinking water anymore. It might be close to standard after several filtrations, but the citizens here could not even afford it, let alone use it for irrigation. It was impossible to herd livestock or grow anything. Transportation to this place was difficult too. It was hard to develop an artisan industry. There were no specialties either.

"One-hundred thousand people? It’ll be hard to support a couple hundred, right?" Ye Qingxuan sighed. He rose and looked into the distance. An old woman was waddling over with a heavy wooden basket and a cane. Her head was lowered as she looked through the shrubs for wild plants to eat. When she occasionally chanced upon a palm-sized vegetable, it was like she had found a gem.

Ye Qingxuan stopped beside her. "Excuse me, how far it is to Oz?"

The old woman looked up and squinted at him for a long time with eyes covered in cataracts. Her accent was difficult to understand. Finally, she raised her finger and pointed in a direction. The general meaning was that it would take three hours by foot.

Ye Qingxuan nodded. She stared at him. Her gaze was not pleading or full of prayers. It was just blank. Ye Qingxuan could not help but feel sad.

He glanced at the basket on her back and saw dried vegetables, roots, and berries. "This is all you eat?"

"There’s nothing else to eat," the old woman said unclearly. "It hasn’t rained in months. Everything’s dried out on the ground. No water either…" She looked down at the roots in her hands. "It’s all we can eat."

Ye Qingxuan fell silent, not knowing what to say. He suddenly realized that it was a mistake to ask. So what if he knew the answer? He could not change anything. Even if he gave her money, what could she buy in the wilderness?

"Sorry." He did not know why he said that either.

With one last glance, he mounted his horse. As he galloped away, he turned back and saw that the old woman was still standing there, staring at where he had stood. There was nothing there, but her rheumy eyes seemed to see something.

A drop of water fell onto Ye Qingxuan’s face. Stunned, he touched his face. It really was water. Water had fallen from the sky.

Gray clouds had gathered in the sky without him realizing. Thunder boomed in the distance like resounding horns and drums. No, it really was horns and drums.

Booming like thunder and whistling like wind, it roared in the sky and swept through the gray clouds and wind. Ripples appeared in the aether sea and performed a wild and coarse melody. The earth shook with the thunder.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ye Qingxuan froze. Raindrops the size of beans fell from the sky. One drop, two drops… The dry land instantly became wet under the rain. It was raining!

Under the thunderstorm, Ye Qingxuan stared at the clouds. A massive music theory made of aether and incredibly large formula was slowly being organized. The formula stirred the aether sea, guided power from the sky, transformed into wind and rain, extracted water from thunder and fire, and tossed down the countless water droplets. Rain fell in torrents.

"It’s raining?" On the barren land, an old woman dazedly reached out. Feeling the wetness on her hand, she looked up incredulously. A raindrop splashed onto her face, washing away the murkiness in her eyes, and rolled down like tears.

"It’s raining!" She danced and yelled happily, "It’s raining! It’s finally raining!"