Who hid My Corpse!

The old man naturally dared not take responsibility. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded.

"Alright, young master, we'll be guarding outside, though we'll keep a distance so no one discovers us."

"You'd better not."

Roland coldly threw out these words and then quickly left, heading towards a small building a hundred meters away.

The old man, meanwhile, bowed towards Roland's back and then slowly retreated into the darkness.

...

Upon entering the small house, Roland immediately donned a friendly expression, smiling at a girl who had been waiting in the room.

"Have you been waiting long, Connie?"

Connie immediately stood up, her face somewhat shy: "No, Dr. Roland, I just arrived too."

"Haha, no need to be so formal, just lie down, as usual." Roland pointed to the bed in front of him.

Connie nodded repeatedly, then lay down on the hospital bed in the room.

"How is it? How's your body these days?" Roland asked, "And do you still feel that kind of note fading feeling?"

"A little bit, doctor." Connie asked gently, "Is my condition getting severe?"

"There are some issues." Roland smiled and said, "But don't worry, I'll do my best to heal you."

Looking at Roland's handsome and kind face, Connie blushed again: "Thank you, Dr. Roland."

"It's my job, no need to be so polite." Roland reassured, patting the back of Connie's hand, "Okay, sleep just like usual. When you wake up, the treatment will be over."

"Please, Dr. Roland." Connie's voice grew fainter as a strong drowsiness was washing over her, she murmured, "I've been chosen by the Inner Song Orchestra, I can't fade... I still have to participate in the ceremony."

Roland looked at Connie's gradually closing eyes, gently comforting, "Of course, everything is for the ceremony."

After Connie completely fell asleep, the smile on Roland's face slowly disappeared.

He then, as usual, took out a tube, and slowly removed Connie's clothes, exposing the beautiful silver notes drawn on her body to the air.

Afterward, he undid his own buttons, revealing his golden notes.

However, within his brilliant and magnificent golden notes, there was a dimness that was completely inconsistent with the whole, as if fading.

So, Roland connected one end of the tube to Connie's notes, and the other end to the dim part of his own notes.

Magic Power surged, and Chapters played.

A steaming silver gas appeared in the tube, this gas flowing from Connie's end to Roland.

Connie, in her stupor, let out a low moan of pain, her body involuntarily trembling.

Roland, on the other hand, leaned back on the chair, slowly closed his eyes, and hummed lightly.

With such transmission, Connie's notes dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, while the dim part of Roland's notes was slowly regaining its color.

"Yes, just like this, just like this." Roland murmured softly, "I can't fade yet, can't fade yet..."

Roland had been graduated for almost ten years.

Ten years ago, he was also the pride of this academy, a renowned Golden Sound Player, and being from the Ether family of the two great Taichu households, no one could surpass his status and strength.

But unfortunately, the era he was in had no ceremony.

He was caught right in the middle of the twenty-year cycle of the ceremony.

This made him extremely unwilling.

Although he had been trying his best to maintain the color of his notes, focusing deeply on research, avoiding female company, and avoiding anything harmful to his health, all for the Chapters, hoping to delay the fading time like the principal, he wasn't aiming for two or three decades, but if only for ten years, just to participate in one ceremony, he would be satisfied.

Unfortunately, he couldn't accomplish it.

About five years ago, he felt he couldn't hold on anymore.

No matter how hard he worked, his notes were visibly declining and fading.

At this rate, he couldn't hold on for another five years.

Thus, Roland turned his attention to some special methods, which is what he's using now — Coloring.

Simply put, it means transferring the color from other suitable Players to himself.

But this method is not so simple.

Because the best target for Coloring is the same scale, meaning Golden Notes for Golden Notes.

However, this is essentially transferring from one hand to the other, sacrificing the color of one suitable Golden Note to color another unsuitable Golden Note, and this process also includes loss.

Therefore, Golden Notes rarely use this method, and the Ether family couldn't possibly support him in doing so because even the two great Taichu families don't have Golden Sound Players by the dozen.

Hence, Roland could only set his sights on Silver Sound Players.

However, for a Silver Sound Player to color a Golden Sound Player, it absolutely couldn't be done one-to-one. It requires ten-to-one, or even twenty-to-one, thirty-to-one, and as the Golden Sound Player ages, this cost only increases.

And this cost, even if the Ether family could afford it, they would absolutely be unwilling.

After numerous attempts without gaining family approval, Roland had to become self-reliant — he returned to the First Academy and assumed a secret identity as a Sound Doctor.

Because only the First Academy had a more extensive Player resource than the Ether family.

Thus, Roland once again successfully delayed the fading of his notes by five years, delayed it to now, just one month before the ceremony was about to begin.