Silent Crown

Chapter 444 Scale

Chapter 444 Scale

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.

Twelve days ago, Ye Qingxuan, the sole heir of the Ye family, was given the title of Marquess and seemed to advance toward Dreamweaver. More information is needed.

The end.

"That's it?" Ye Qingxuan looked up.

"You get as much as you give." The dwarf looked up lazily. "It's just one degree. Did you expect a package deal?"

Ye Qingxuan almost spat out blood. It was seriously a dishonest scamming trader!

"Okay, you've had fun and have experimented. Isn't it time for the real deal?" The dwarf seemed to see through him and glanced knowingly. "The truly valuable things here are all over five. There's no need to come here for things under five."

Ye Qingxuan did not reply. After thinking, he called over some aether to create pieces of paper. He wrote down three things.

The first was Hecatoncheir. The scale wavered between nine and one.

The second was 'experiment.' With a clang, the scale instantly shot to above six.

Hesitating, Ye Qingxuan put the third slip on.

'Ye Lanzhou.'

Thud.

The scale rose to 9.6.

In the long silence, the dwarf inhaled sharply. He shot a strange look at Ye Qingxuan. "Hey kid, whose underpants are you interested in this time?"

"It seem like the Sacred City's underpants are more expensive than the Pope's." Ye Qingxuan chuckled. "What do I have to give?"

Side-eyeing him, the dwarf snickered. "You think you have anything of equal value?"

Ye Qingxuan shrugged. "Give me a discount. Business is hard."

The dwarf looked at him indifferently. After a long while, he knocked against the scale.

"Cut out a portion."

The scale went to 8.7.

Ye Qingxuan was still unmoved. Rubbing his hands, he murmured to himself, "Not even the noble has extra money."

The dwarf's face twitched but he knocked the scale again. "Cut out another portion."

The scale went to eight.

Looking up, Ye Qingxuan chuckled. "The weather's pretty nice today."

"Hey, don't overstep the boundaries!" the dwarf yelled. "It's already cheap enough! Are you trying to get some VIP package deal?"

"Sir, don't be angry. We can still negotiate."

Wolf Flute rushed over to appease the puppet. He stood in front of the scale. He took something out of his pocket and placed it onto the right scale.

"Is this enough?"

The scale instantly went to 5.7.

It had only decreased by 2.3 degrees but if it was exponential, the price had lowered several times! Ye Qingxuan did not know what Wolf Flute had put in that was so precious.

He opened his mouth to speak but Wolf Flute stopped him. "Don't mind it. Was I really going to watch you pour your heart out?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled wryly. He had really planned on doing that. The most valuable thing on him was the music theory of the Philosopher's Stone… Even if he had no other way, Ye Qingxuan refused to go home empty handed.

It was logical to have to pay a little price. However, he did not expect Wolf Flute to pay so much for him. He suddenly did not know what to say.

"Don't get too excited. You owe me." Wolf Flute glanced at him. "The rest of the cost is yours."

Ye Qingxuan nodded and sighed. It could only be like this. He soon handed a stack of papers to Wolf Flute. He had edited and revised the sub-originator technology of the School of Stone Heart, integrating a portion of the Philosopher's Stone's music theory. Now, it was comparable to the core technology of the modern schools.

Other than transforming into a lever to stir the aether sea, the man-made sub-originator also contained the abilities of the Philosopher's Stone. It could adjust a man's internal secretion, injecting prepared hormones, medicines, or antidotes for the musician.

Of course, when needed, it could even turn blood into nitroglycerin to ignite the musician into a ball of fire…

However, Ye Qingxuan had also left something for himself in the critical music theory. He had rewritten a portion so he could control it at any time. He did not want to be defeated by his own design.

After putting in the notes, the scale went back to equilibrium and then even went over two degrees.

"Let Nibelungenlied give me related information for the extra value."

Just as Ye Qingxuan finished, a book of notes appeared in the left side of the scale. This time, it was not a copy that would be destroyed after reading. It was an old notebook.

Experiment records.

—Ye Lanzhou.