Who hid My Corpse! Chapter 293: Six I want you to become my score2

Chapter 293: Six I want you to beco my score_2

“Please rember this, Miss Hevnia.”

Hevnia’s body paused for a mont, but she pretended she heard nothing and continued straight toward the ancient castle in the snowstorm.

…

By the ti she returned to the dormitory, the sun was about to set, and the darkness crazily devoured the twilight.

In fact, in terms of ti, it was still afternoon.

But the days in Holy Sound were shorter than in other places, often becoming completely dark before dinner.

That’s why the academy’s courses were mainly concentrated in the morning, but this didn’t an that the students only had half a day for learning; on the contrary, the ti after sunset was when Players began to strive diligently.

In the small woods near the dormitory, all sorts of “lodies” could always be heard.

And naturally, these lodies were all produced by the students.

In Holy Sound, a person’s value depends on whether they can beco a Player.

And a Player’s value depends on the “note” they are born with.

The purer and clearer the tone, the more power it contains—the power bestowed by the Holy Sound Master.

The more chaotic and murky the tone is, the less power it holds.

That is the origin of the Gold, Silver, and Bronze ranks; with the sa note, the purer and clearer it is, the closer it leans toward Gold, the more chaotic and murky, the more it tends toward Bronze.

But this is not absolutely fixed.

The tone one is born with can be improved through subsequent effort; even within the sa rank, there can be a huge difference in the tones.

And to improve the tone, one relies on practice and on dication.

Like a throat that wants to produce a good sound, it requires practice as well as the throat itself. Practice is simple, but if the throat itself is no good, then changing it becos quite painful. Yet unfortunately, the importance of the throat itself is much greater than that of practice.

Hevnia walked slowly in front of the forest, thinking about her previous conversation with Bai Wei at the dock, while listening to the sounds coming from the woods.

Why say that the ti after dark is when Players begin to strive diligently?

Because in the forest at night, as long as the areas are well divided, everyone can only hear each other’s voices and can’t see each other’s figures, which allows them to practice more boldly and without restraint.

And the reason they don’t want others to see them is because honing the tone is in itself a painful and embarrassing process.

Walking beside the forest, one could feel it most acutely; lodies would suddenly encounter problems, either wailing distressingly or simply losing pitch, like damaged musical instrunts.

If the small woods next to the dormitory weren’t separate and unconnected to the largest Forbidden Forest, Hevnia might have thought that the Snow Thorns Beast ntioned by the dayti school workers had burrowed over here to go Hunting again.

Just before reaching the dormitory, Hevnia suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Because she heard a lody coming from the woods that was far more outstanding than the others, like a real swan amidst a group of ugly ducklings.

But more importantly, this lody was the sa Seventh Note as Hevnia’s.

Hevnia then guessed the identity of the Player.

Sure enough, after a while, a tall woman with a fatigued face erged from the woods.

It was indeed Orenna.

As soon as Orenna stepped out of the forest, she saw Hevnia standing in front of the dormitory entrance and was taken aback. Then her brow furrowed imdiately, and her eyes filled with wariness.

“Good evening, Senior Orenna,” Hevnia greeted Orenna very sweetly, “Your note is becoming more and more outstanding. I think, perhaps you really do have a chance of becoming a Golden Rank.”

Hevnia’s complint did not bring any joy to Orenna’s face; instead, it made her look even more unpleasant.

“Stop being so insincere, Hevnia,” Orenna said coldly.

Hevnia sighed softly: “I don’t know why you always say this to . I have no ill intentions, I just want to be friends with you.”

Before she could finish, Orenna had already lost the desire to listen any further and walked stiffly towards her,

Hevnia instinctively tried to dodge, but she was a little too slow and was bumped squarely by Orenna.

“Ah.”

Hevnia was directly knocked over, falling from outside the dorm into the main hall and looking very disheveled.

anwhile, Orenna coldly said, “Don’t stand in the doorway for no reason, blocking other people’s way in and out…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Orenna felt that sothing was amiss.

She raised her head and shifted her gaze from Hevnia to the main hall, and then she saw that more than a dozen female Players were looking at her with surprise on their faces.

“Senior Orenna, Miss Hevnia, what are you doing?”

“Ah, Hevnia!”

Upon seeing Hevnia, who had been knocked over, they imdiately ran over, helped Hevnia up, and looked at Orenna in shock.

“Senior Orenna, why did you bump into Hevnia?”

“Isn’t that a bit too much?”

Orenna’s face turned pitch black, and she tried to say sothing, but she heard Hevnia speak up first: “Ah, it’s okay, it’s okay, it was my fault for blocking the door. It’s not Senior Orenna’s fault at all.”

This made Orenna’s expression worsen.

“Hevnia!” she stepped closer to Hevnia, “Did you—”

“You’re being too much, Senior Orenna!”

Other Players interrupted Orenna’s words again.

“What else do you want to do?”

“You owe Hevnia an apology!”