musicians of old

Chapter 835 The Misleader

"Oh my god! What's going on?"

"Am I seeing things? What is that thing that's rising up?"

The Mertran Cathedral Theological Seminary is nestled between the mountains behind the cemetery, a narrow and steep path leading up to it. After climbing about a hundred steps, the group noticed something seemingly "rising up" at the top.

After walking several dozen more steps, one discovers that it is a dynamic, mysterious, dark golden light curtain with textures that rise in a cyclical pattern.

Like an illusory door standing in the air!

The crowd was both surprised and suspicious. They quickened their pace, straining to see into the distance and glancing at each other to confirm.

That is the place where Guido Dalezo's remains were temporarily stored, as instructed by him before his death!
“It is undoubtedly a vision. It is not entirely inexplicable that some visions appear at Easter,” a thin, hunched priest wearing a black four-cornered hat murmured to himself.

The only person in charge at the seminary today is the "deacon," who holds a position equivalent to a deputy, because the dean of priests had already accompanied the important figures to a monastery 150 miles away to observe the Easter ceremony.

When the deacon first heard from his subordinates that someone had come to "pay homage and attempt to open the reliquary," his initial reaction was to refuse outright!

Why rush to join the fun now? So much time has passed, and the research results of many experts in the doctrine have not been effective. Moreover, today, all the important figures have gone to attend the ceremony. Who else can reach this level?

However, the steward soon heard from his subordinates that it was actually the eldest daughter of the Nissimi family who had come to see him in person, so he dared not be too negligent.

Only then did they take Miss Qiong to the cemetery.

Although the deacon was initially surprised, he still insisted that the halo above was more likely just an “Easter vision.”

As Joan held the research manuscript in her hands, she felt her heart beating faster and faster.

She read Fanning's letter.

Although the tone of the letter was as humble as ever, it still conveyed a peculiar certainty. She felt that based on her understanding of Fan Ning, he couldn't be wrong.

Could it really be true?
The key to "Discourse on the Obscure and the Subtle" was a "clumsy and rough key, like a nascent embryo," which was never found despite repeated attempts by various cardinals.
The last step.

The group passed through the dark golden, otherworldly door.

It seems nothing particularly unusual happened.

"Creak" sound.

The deacon took out the key he was holding for safekeeping that day and opened the outer gate.

The gravel path inside branches into smaller paths, eventually leading to a brick and stone structure hidden among lush greenery.

The sarcophagus, made of a brass-like material, sat there quietly, its entire body gleaming with an ancient, dark golden light. Its surface was smooth, with no visible seams or gaps.

The deacon removed his black four-cornered hat and led his entourage in a salute.

He then gave Joan a gesture of approval to try.

Joan didn't know how to verify it, so she tried the simplest action: placing Fanning's completed manuscript of "Debate on the Obscure" on the sarcophagus.

"Hmm?" The priests' expressions tightened.

Even more unbelievable things happened.

Beams of sunlight filtered through the branches and began to converge on the manuscript!
"Light!! Light is converging over there!!"

"Whose cry reaches the Supreme One more? Can he truly control the trajectory of those rays of light?!"

Beneath the vaulted ceiling of the monastery church, outside the courtroom.

As the afterimage of Fanning waving her hand from the lead singer's seat continued to fall, and with several heavy hits from the band, the "Dark March" motif and the sub-theme of "Earthly Love" began to make complex imitative changes between the voices.

At the same time, the golden rays of sunlight began to leap and move along certain specific trajectories both inside and outside the venue! The dome, stained glass windows, murals, columns…!
In the center of the trial ground, the rows of crosses used for burning at the stake, along with the musical score pages that had been burning, suddenly went out one after another.

Wisps of blue smoke drifted out.

The flames and light spots actually retreated in the opposite direction from the burning rack, following the reflective particles that the monks had laid out on the ground.

Instead, it set fire to the clothes of several executioners who were trying to avoid it!

A large amount of black smoke also appeared in the front row of the stands, and chaos broke out both inside and outside the stadium!
The bishops, lords, and high-ranking clergy, as well as nobles and commoners, could hardly believe what they were seeing.

They, along with the disciplined cultivators who had already climbed onto the platform to capture Fan Ning, were momentarily stunned.

"Ta-da!"

Fan Ning then strode quickly to the front railing of the lead singer's seat.

He flipped and leaped up, then flipped and leaped up again.

Taking the shortcut, one after another, they leaped down to the relatively low choir seating platform.

"So far, the operation has been successful; I've diverted the beam of light focused beneath the pyre."

"But I was completely inexperienced, and I still made a mistake in controlling the timing of the music's climax and the executioner's lighting of the fire."

—The heat source has been removed, but sporadic open flames have already appeared, and they will slowly burn up again, causing irreversible damage to the musical scores and documents.

Moreover, Fanning was uncertain whether there would still be changes in the outcome. For example, they might not have determined the result to be "not guilty," but rather interpreted God's will as "to be judged on another day." Historically, there have been instances where, due to factors such as weather, the person was still burned to death even after the date was changed.

Therefore, the dispersion and movement of those spotlights, reflecting onto the executioners and the stands, was actually Fan Ning's deliberate act of "further"!

He needs to create a certain degree of chaos.

First, get off the fire, put out the fire, preserve the documents, and rescue the people.

Then, if he could take further action and words to seize control of theological interpretation and try to take control of the situation, that would be the best outcome. But Fanning did not have high hopes for this!

Don't be fooled by the strange phenomena that have shocked people. Fan Ning himself is of little influence. Whether it's Dean Bogre or the monks' joint trial committee, they will surely cite scriptures and counter him.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be their entire monastery who would be overthrown?

Given this irreconcilable antagonism, is it possible for another "debate" between two unequal powers to take place? The intricacies and connections involved, how to interpret the outcomes of these phenomena, and the specifics of the "decision to be made at a later date"—all these are difficult to unravel in a short time!
Therefore, the worst-case scenario is to use the "Mertraun Water Vein Scroll" to escape during the chaos!
Fanning maintained his spiritual connection to the sacred music performance, repeatedly vaulting over the railings of the choir stands while his mind constantly considered the situation.

On the last, higher platform, he simply used both hands to support himself and jumped down!
"No, this is bad!"

But just as Fan Ning's body was falling and rolling back up, his expression suddenly changed.

The pivot on the huge mural above my head, the pivot I've always maintained a spiritual connection with.
It was indeed emanating a kind of spiritual energy, which was very small but could precisely affect the murals, stained glass windows and pathways. It was only after Fanning tried to control it that he changed the refraction and focus of the light.

But just now, for some reason, the rate at which this energy overflowed suddenly accelerated greatly, and Fan Ning felt that he was about to lose control!
Amidst the chaotic and agitated crowd, Fanning suddenly spotted the figure of Father Squiaben.

The old priest who had given the “key reminder” in the confessional stood among the crowd as usual, stroking his beard and giving himself a meaningful, enigmatic smile.

An ominous premonition arose, and Fan Ning's heart sank.

this person.
What is he misleading?
What kind of heterogeneous pursuit is driving him?
On the mural, the object held by the angel on the west side, which resembled both a harp bow and a torch, suddenly twisted slightly into a vortex.

A loud bang exploded silently in Fan Ning's mind.

The "hub" energy of the mural has completely collapsed.

Countless blazing beams of light focused on the patch, scattering in all directions in a completely chaotic manner!

The entire church and trial grounds were engulfed in flames!