"Master … Is there a message from the First Miss?"
Prong asked curiously when he saw Gulaimo put down the letter.
Gulaimo shook his head. "No."
Prong paused. "Then did Uriel send a letter because of something important?"
Gulaimo sneered. "No."
"Then why is he …?"
Gulaimo placed the harp score on the table. "I don't know where he got this harp score, but he wants to invite me to perform it."
Prong glanced at the table. It really was a harp score.
"…" Prong sighed. He thought Uriel had an urgent matter to attend to, but it turned out he only wanted to invite the master to perform this harp score.
He had wanted to speak up for Uriel in front of the master, but now it seemed there was nothing to praise.
"At least … Uriel's intentions are good." Prong said, "He knows that in all of Dawn City, no, in all of the Great Siman Empire, the master is the best harp player."
Gulaimo was once the grand finale of the international stage. In the field of harp playing, if he claimed to be second, no one would dare claim to be first.
"Perhaps that's why he invited you to perform this harp score."
Gulaimo glanced at Prong and snorted. "From your tone, it seems you think this harp score is very valuable?"
Prong said, "Although I haven't interacted much with Uriel, I don't think he would use a random harp score to entertain the master."
Butler Prang's words were firm.
After all, Uriel was once a famous artistic genius in the Great Siman Empire. Otherwise, how could the First Miss have become his companion?
Prong was certain that there was a reason why Uriel dared to "disturb" Gulaimo with a harp score. It was likely that this harp score was very valuable.
Gulaimo laughed coldly when he heard Butler Prong's words. "Unfortunately, you're wrong this time."
Prong: "Huh?"
Gulaimo: "According to what he wrote in the letter, he dreamt of this harp score. So you think this harp score is very valuable? Or do you think he's lying and that the source of this harp score is very rare? "
… In a dream? After hearing this answer, Butler Prang had the same thought as Gulaimo. Is this a joke?
But when he calmed down and thought about it carefully, he felt that it was nothing.
Uriel was a genius.
It was not impossible to compose a harp score after getting inspiration from a dream.
There were many similar examples in history. Although most of them were exaggerated, since they were recorded, there should be some basis for it.
"It doesn't matter if the 'dream composition' is an excuse or not. Personally, I think there must be a reason why Uriel dared to send this music score to us." Prang looked at the three pieces of paper on the table. "Perhaps this music score is really good?"
After Butler Prang finished speaking, he lowered his head. He knew very well that he had overstepped his boundaries with his words. It was the only thing he could do to help Uriel.
Gulaimo didn't take Butler Prong's words to heart. After pondering for a moment, he sighed softly and said, "You're right. He probably wouldn't send a score over for no reason."
"Either this score is really rare, or there's something strange about it."
As for what was strange? It was hard to say. But in the history of the Great Saman Empire, there was no lack of cases where clues were transmitted through music.
There were even cases where prosecutors used music scores left behind by the victims to find the murderer.
These were all considered strange.
Gulaimo knew how Uriel felt about him. If Uriel saw his back, he'd probably run away in fear.
Under these circumstances, Uriel had taken the initiative to come over with a score. There had to be a reason.
Thinking of this, Gulaimo reached out and picked up the score on the table.
What was the reason? He'd find out after reading the score.
Gulaimo had originally come to read the Black Sheep Confession with a scrutinizing attitude, but after reading two or three lines, his expression slowly became solemn.
"This is …"
Gulaimo's mind automatically deduced the corresponding notes. Even without a real harp, he could vaguely sense that there was something wrong with this score.
It seemed to be … religious music?
Uriel clearly knew that he hated religion. Why would he send him religious music?
No … no!
Gulaimo felt the notes in his mind becoming denser and denser. Each of these notes was on the same path as religious music, but their arrangement wasn't right.
They were supposed to be solemn notes, but the interpretation in his mind was frivolous and even a little crazy.
Could it be that he was using religious music to express rebellion?
This kind of music score … was extremely rare in the Great Saman Empire. Only Birmingham's Eden Academy had records of it. And those records were only for teaching purposes. There weren't many examples.
Because if there was an example, it was tantamount to slapping the empire's rulers in the face.
And this kind of music was anti-religious music!
In the Great Saman Empire, where the Church of Radiance flourished, this was definitely a taboo!
Why would Uriel give him an anti-religious music score? Could it be … some kind of hint?
Gulaimo felt his eyebrows twitch.
After a moment of silence, Gulaimo raised his head and looked at Butler Prang. "Go and bring me my 'Forest Poem'. It's in the room next door."
The 'Forest Poem' was a harp that Gulaimo often used. It was also a harp that his sister had personally made for him.
Soon, Butler Prang brought the orange-yellow harp to Gulaimo.
After receiving the harp, Gulaimo didn't immediately play it. Instead, he said to Butler Prang, "Go out first. Clear the people on the second and third floors to the first floor. Without my permission, no one is allowed to come up, not even Xiaobao. "
Butler Prang was stunned. Was it that serious?
He had already guessed that Gulaimo planned to play this harp score. But when he played, he actually wanted to clear the people on the second floor. This was something that Butler Prang hadn't expected.
It seemed like this harp score really was "strange".
Butler Prang saw Gulaimo's grim expression and didn't dare to ask any more questions. He nodded. "I understand. I'll go clear the second floor now."
About five minutes later, Butler Prang came back to report that all the people on the two floors had been cleared.
Gulaimo thought for a moment and had Butler Prang wait in the hall on the first floor.
After all, if this really was anti-religious music, Butler Prang might be implicated if he heard it.
After everyone left, Gulaimo waited for a few more minutes. He closed all the windows and doors, and even closed the thick velvet curtains. After doing all this, he returned to his desk and picked up the "Lin Zhongshi".
He looked at the score on the desk.
His fingers slowly strummed the notes on the instrument.
…
While Gulaimo was performing the Black Sheep Confession.
Outside Uriel's Dream Crystal Domain.
As soon as he came online, he felt the fruit on the Tree of Authority, which was related to "Wonderland", shaking slightly.
Angor quickly sent his consciousness into the Tree of Authority. However, he couldn't find anything wrong. Even when he used the search function, he still couldn't find anything wrong.
He had no choice but to give up for now.
When he regained consciousness, he saw Laplace looking at him with a puzzled expression.
"What's wrong?" Laplace asked worriedly.
From Laplace's perspective, Angor was just greeting him when he suddenly frowned and closed his eyes. He didn't say anything for ten minutes.
Laplace didn't know what happened. He didn't want to disturb Angor, so he just waited nearby.
When Angor finally opened his eyes, Laplace asked worriedly, "What's wrong?
Angor didn't hide anything and told Laplace about the strange movement of the "Wonderland".
"I don't know what happened." Angor was still puzzled. This was the first time he saw something like this. It didn't seem like anything serious, but there had to be a reason for it.
"Wonderland" couldn't have been so bored that it just shook its feet, right?
Laplace considered. "The authority is related to the dungeons. Maybe something happened to one of them?"
Hearing Laplace's words, Angor couldn't help but look up at a wooden attic not far from the crystal plain.
Was it related to Uriel's dungeon?
If the "Wonderland" authority had something to do with Uriel's dungeon, then it had to do with Gulaimo, the NPC in his "dream". Did Gulaimo already enter the dungeon?
Angor quickly used God's View to check the dungeon.
A moment later, he exited the room with a puzzled look.
Luigi was still practicing his piano on the first floor, while Uriel was sitting on the second floor. He didn't seem to be "dreaming" either.
As for Gulaimo, he didn't show up either.
The information inside the dungeon was stable. It didn't seem like a main quest had been activated.
In other words, the "Wonderland" authority had nothing to do with Gulaimo? Then … where did it go wrong?
"It might not be Uriel's dungeon. Maybe it's another one? You can't monitor every single one of them. Don't worry. As long as the dungeons are still there, the problem will be exposed sooner or later. "
Angor thought about it and agreed. Dungeons were meant to be challenged.
When more races from the White Sun Mirror Region entered the dungeon, someone would definitely challenge the dungeons. If there was something wrong with the dungeon, it would be exposed sooner or later.
With that in mind, Angor put his worries aside and waited for Luigi's main quest to activate.
…
The outskirts of Dawn City, Night Hill Castle.
Xiao Bao finished his bath and sat on the sofa in the living room on the first floor in his fur robe. Maybe it was because he still smelled like milk, but he attracted several puppies who also smelled like milk.
Xiao Bao wasn't interested in the puppies. Instead, he was holding a white kitten in his arms, which was struggling to get away.
The kitten was crying for milk when it couldn't get what it wanted, while the kitten wanted to run away.
However, Xiao Bao liked the kitten that didn't want to leave him.
While forcing himself on the kitten, Xiao Bao looked at Butler Prang. "What's grandpa doing? Didn't he say he's going to sleep with me tonight? Why won't he let me go upstairs? "
"He even chased everyone to the first floor …"
Butler Pu Lang smiled and said, "Master must have his reasons for doing things. Just wait for a while."
Auntie Sim also chimed in, "I think he's preparing some aromatherapy for Xiao Bao. If there are too many people, the aroma will be sucked away. That's not good. "
Did Gulaimo prepare any aromatherapy for Xiao Bao? Auntie Sim didn't know, but even if he didn't, she could prepare it later.
Xiao Bao pouted and didn't ask any more questions. Grandpa wasn't going to accompany him anyway, and he had the kitten to accompany him now.
Time passed quickly as everyone waited in the hall.
When the clock on the wall reached 7: 50, footsteps sounded from the stairs. Everyone looked over and saw Gulaimo walking down with a smile.
"Master!" "Grandpa!"
A series of voices rang out from the hall.
Gulaimo smiled and nodded at everyone. "Sorry to trouble you. There are no more problems now. You can go up and do whatever you need to do. "
After receiving Gulaimo's approval, the servants in the hall left and returned to their posts.
Gulaimo walked in front of Xiao Bao and smiled. "You must have waited for a long time. Let's go back and sleep."
Xiao Bao blinked. "Now?"
Gulaimo nodded.
Xiao Bao raised the fluttering kitten in his arms and asked, "Then can I bring it along?"
Gulaimo: "Of course. Let's go. Let Auntie Sim bring you up first. I'll talk to Butler Prong and come up later. "
Xiao Bao nodded obediently. He carried the kitten and followed Auntie Sim upstairs.
Gulaimo walked to Butler Prong and took out a letter. He handed it to him. "Help me pass this letter to Uriel tomorrow."
Butler Prong looked at the sealed letter and nodded. "I understand."
Gulaimo smiled and patted his shoulder. "You must be tired tonight. Rest early."
With that, Gulaimo turned and left.
Butler Prong hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Master, that music score …"
Gulaimo paused and turned to look at Butler Prong. He smiled. "Don't worry. There's nothing wrong with that music score."
At first, Gulaimo thought that Uriel had written a piece of music that was against the Church of Glory. But after he played it, he was certain that it was anti-religious music. Anyone with a bit of musical knowledge would be able to tell that the music wasn't against the Church of Glory.
Because of this, even if this music score was leaked, it wouldn't cause too much trouble.
As long as it was "academic research", it could be fooled.
However, Gulaimo was still very confused. Why would Uriel give this music score to him?
"Although this music score is not bad, and it's full of exotic charm, I don't think it's possible. However, I don't believe that Uriel obtained it in his dreams. "
"Give the letter to Uriel tomorrow and see how he responds."
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