Old-time musicians

"Is Scheler a Reverend?"

The petals were flying in front of him, and Marseille gradually felt that this matter was both outrageous and reasonable.

No wonder he looked down on his 200-pound bounty "commission" plus 100 pounds of spoils "sharing".

So that's it.

If he were a Reverend, he would have to start with at least 1,000 pounds.

"Is the teacher in the same extraordinary position as the inspector general or the bishops?" If Marseille had some thoughts before, Commander Walter from the Holy Sun Church was completely dumbfounded.

Although the bishop's attack was not a full-strength attack, it was also an absolutely real Reverend's secret art of riding a carriage with spiritual understanding. Teacher Scheler just resolved it with a few guitar strums?

"Sir Scheler." Calestini, who was insulted, had to change his name at this time, suppressed his anger and spoke slowly, "I think I still need an explanation."

No one wants to make an enemy of a Reverend unless it is a life-and-death hatred or a huge benefit! Among the official organizations in the world, except for the Special Patrol Office, which has a double-digit number of Adepts, the rest of the forces are in the single digits, and they are all well-known figures. Even if the solitary neutrals are counted, it is estimated that the number of core members of the evil gods active in the secret world will never exceed one hundred.

Especially since one side is a state religion with such a large "family business" to maintain, and the other side is a wandering great bard. If there is really a conflict and the other side is trying to trip them up, the trouble will be endless.

The bishop really felt that things were a bit troublesome and worrying. The previous conversation was not pleasant, and this move just now made the church suffer a little loss in momentum, but the equal status of strength, plus the above reasons, had to make him "calmly" change to a reasonable way of communication.

"Didn't we agree to do our own thing? You prepare your potential investigation, and I will arrange for my subordinates to investigate and deal with it for the time being. What do you mean by this action?"

"Who agreed with you? I didn't say it." Fan Ning's voice was blank and gentle.

"...Did you hear what He Meng and Masai Negu said? They made up all their own things. You should repeat them to me. If something really happens, you will also be responsible, right?"

"But I am not asking you to cooperate with any investigation now." Carlestini was so angry that he let out a long breath before speaking, "Since you also said that it has nothing to do with you, why do you want to interfere in the affairs of my church now?"

"Why is it not related?"

Fanning lifted his hand from the strings and pointed at Luna and An beside him:

"You took away the father of these two students of mine. How can they sing in peace here?...Your church is really strange. It is escorting the Sevenfold Blessing. 'Such a secret matter, any caravan with a normal mind would keep it secret. They didn't even tell me and Masai Negu, but that 'flower-touched man' knew everything from the employer's name to the travel route to the commission amount and even the deposit. They didn't manage their own internal affairs properly, and someone replaced the organization to do private things. What can they dig out by staring at these ignorant people? "

"Your Excellency the Bishop, you should be glad that I didn't handle this 'Sevenfold Blessing', otherwise that guy wanted to kidnap my little apprentice, and I would have thrown the item on the ground to feed the coconut crabs..." ... "Ms. Cuckoo, what do you think?" He strummed a few chords and glanced at Renila in the crowd wearing a bright orange dress.

"...Why are you asking about me?" Renila laughed twice in confusion, "Mr. Scheller, I am a little singer, I know some vocal skills, but I don't know anything about mysticism."

"Oh, I just want to ask if you will be like this if you encounter similar things with your temper." Fanning laughed, "After all, your stage name is very similar to that of my student Miss Nightingale."

"Maybe." Renila uttered a few words.

"You see, Bishop, everyone will be annoyed when encountering such things." Fanning spread his hands.

"Mr. Carestini, why don't you take the rest of the people first?" Before the bishop with a sullen face could speak, Anna, the liaison officer next to He Meng, spoke first. Her voice was gentle and friendly. "You originally planned to take 16 people away, and Mr. Scheller only suggested that two of them be left for the time being. This shows that he also respects church affairs."

"In fact, these two family leaders are the ones who suffered losses from the results. The people in the caravan should be investigated. It is also important for your church to sort out the original commission initiation process... In short, the confessions are discussed one by one, and they can be summoned again in two days if there is a situation that needs to be verified. Anyway, the people and property of the entire caravan have been seized, and they can't go anywhere..."

Anna's persuasion was obviously instructed by He Meng.

Unlike Carestini's annoyance and worry, He Meng was surprised, but more in his heart, he felt that this time the matter was better and safer.

Fanning's life and death whereabouts were unclear, and the people in the Special Patrol Office naturally understood the principle of combining "exploration and promotion with scrutiny and investigation".

A wandering poet who wandered in the Western Continent and visited the Southern Continent, with a very different appearance and temperament, great artistic attainments, a completely different musical style, and a perverse personality that offended people wherever he went and was unyielding...

If all of the above is said to be all there is a little bit that may be due to Fanning's excellent camouflage and anti-reconnaissance capabilities.

Then add the concrete inspiration of the "Pool" phase and the completely different extraordinary ability, and even this person is already a profound person. He looks like he can do it easily, and he doesn't look like he has just broken through.

His reliability and support value can be reported to the leader as an important gain after the successful completion of the investigation.

Such people are not entirely for support, but for cooperation and friendship.

Bishop Calestini breathed a sigh of relief. He Meng's attitude was completely within his expectations. He could only take a step back. After all, he was also a member of the investigation team. The discovery of a series of potential artists in the southern continent was also a good thing for the church, and continued cooperation was needed in the future.

I will meet this Scheller again during the conversation and the audition later.

"Take the rest away." He gave the order. The voices of begging for mercy and excuses were still heard, but within a few breaths, most of the people in the bar room and the aisle had left.

"Not a bad solution." Seeing that things were back on track, Marseillegu was finally relieved for his recommendation reward. "Then you can finally start to investigate our Mr. Scheller. You will definitely find my vision right away-"... "What investigation? Investigate what?" Fanning interrupted him.

"That." Marseillegu was stunned. "Mr. Scheller, I told you about this at the beginning. You seemed to be in a very good mood after listening to it. You ate several red bananas in a row..."

"It seems so." Fanning recalled for a moment, "But I also told you not to disturb me tonight. I'm very busy. I didn't plan to help the church with any investigation, and I didn't plan to accept any investigation myself. However, if you are so enthusiastic... Tell me more specifically? Let me see if it's interesting?"

Including Walter and Renilla who had just been investigated, everyone present was stunned.

Shouldn't this kind of thing be exciting and uneasy, and the closer to the time node, the more like a formidable enemy?

Who knew He Meng began to explain patiently:

"It's actually very simple. We will talk to you first and get to know you in depth, including your present and past, your artistic career and artistic concepts; then, it would be best if there is a trial performance in the near future. We will provide some planning suggestions, but it ultimately depends on your own ideas and strengths; if everything goes well as expected, you will be nominated as the 'Boethius' artist by the discussion group. Any artist who receives this award has the great potential to achieve 'New Moon' in the future."

"Chief He Meng only talked about the process and achievements, but has not yet talked about the reputation, money and favor of the world's people that come with it." Investigator Anna smiled and added, "I think the latter may be a trivial matter for Mr. Scheller, so the chief will not mention it, but in fact, if you care more about the growth of students, the latter is also necessary to consider."

He Meng nodded slightly on the side.

In-depth understanding, present and past, artistic career concept, a trial performance...

Sure enough, the inspection will not be a cursory inspection, and it will be even more detailed than the previous time when I played the "Gothenburg Variations".

The reason why Fanning made some preparations for "low-key himself + high-profile students" in the previous part, and acted informally and did not buy anyone's face tonight, is actually because it was too early! If there is really an inspection and conversation, there are some details that I am not sure I can handle well.

Now everyone around me thinks that I am a wanderer in the Western Continent. The Special Patrol Office also thinks so after collecting side information. At this point, there is no problem. The wandering attribute of the troubadour is like this... But as some details are inevitably filled in step by step, if they really want to do a serious verification investigation, it is hard to say.

In a sense, Fanning is really grateful to Marseille Negu. He at least let him know about this matter as much as possible in advance, so as soon as the caravan set off, Fanning began to decide to accept students one after another. Although the time is relatively hasty, at least there will be no buffer zone.

When Qiong's strength is restored, he can help himself arrange some past experiences. When time passes more, the possibility of "Fan Ning may really die" continues to rise, and things will be safer. But before that, "Scheler" must contact the Special Patrol Office openly and let the students make some achievements in a high-profile manner. ... So how to control the dominant rhythm of the inspection in his own hands without a sense of disobedience is a problem. The process seems to be light and seems to be a bit "slippery", but it actually hides risks.

Boglieric is observing the activities of the southern continent. As long as He Meng feels that something is wrong, he will report a special procedure, and the matter will immediately be out of Fan Ning's control!

Putting on a nonchalant expression, after listening to the explanation of the two people in the Special Patrol Office, Fan Ning made a gesture of praise:

"Oh, it sounds good. I think the inspection is really necessary. Why not try it another day?"

Commander Walter began to scratch his head because he gradually had an illusion.

Maybe this is the real inspection.

It's the teacher inspecting the inspection team.

The contact person Anna smiled as she listened, but she was choked by Scheller's last sentence.

Try... another day?

"Oh, you see, you just said that you care about the growth of students, so I suddenly think this inspection is necessary--"

Fanning tapped the ground with his toes, twisted the recliner, and pulled Walter's clothes to pull him forward.

"Just like this conductor Walter I just accepted. By the way, do you know him or her? Are you familiar with him?"

This group of people looked at me, and I looked at you, and they couldn't help but reveal a hint of awkward yet polite smiles.

So familiar.

The song was performed tonight, and the inspection was just done.

The stage is still being demolished.

"A pretty good young man!" Fan Ning frowned and sighed sincerely, "He especially wants to experience what it's like to experience the 'Awakening Chant' here, but there seemed to be some small problem just now..."

Miss Nightingale An, who was behind his voice, suddenly burst into laughter.

What are you talking about?

Is this Mr. Walter at least thirty years old? The teacher is such a good-looking boy, but he doesn’t seem to be even twenty years old! What kind of tone and wording is this?

"Later I saw that he was a little lost, so I agreed to help him write a song to wake him up. But this student of mine, his tour schedule is too crowded. What is today? The 10th... He is 13 The last scene is about to be played tonight, but I just wrote the beginning.”

So everyone saw that Mr. Scheele, who had previously been so light-hearted, gradually began to explain his words sincerely out of the special patrol office's "concern for the growth of students":

"Everyone knows that this orchestral genre still requires the band to rehearse it after it is written, but in just three days, I just wrote the beginning..."

"So I'm really not targeting anyone. 'Song of Awakening' is a bit difficult. How to continue writing it later? I have to think about it again. I definitely won't have time tonight. Walter, am I right?"

"No, that's right." Commander Walter began to wipe away his sweat, "Thank you, teacher, thank you, teacher."

The "sincerity" and "strength" revealed in Scheler's words made He Meng feel that his expectations had to be raised to a higher level. Even Bishop Castini seemed to understand why he was so informal. ..."Anyway, Mr. Scheler has not been free in the past few days, but he is willing to talk to us again later." He Meng summarized the central idea of ​​this conversation, "So, how long will it take? I will make arrangements in advance."

"I guess it will be about another month. I will be very busy." Fan Ning said.

"A month!?"

He Meng began to have a headache. Scheler's unsociable character had more advantages than disadvantages in the current situation. Before he had friction with other forces or figures, it was a good time for the Special Patrol Office to extend an olive branch, but this time Too...

He was about to organize his words again, when everyone heard a powerful voice:

"Is Mr. Scheele in there?"

"Yes, yes." "It should still be there." Several other voices of young men and women said.

Everyone watched with bated breath.

I saw that the leader looked slightly older, with an angular, square and broad face, sparse golden curly hair hanging down naturally, and his mouth pursed into a thin line, giving him a majestic and unapproachable temperament.

The two men and one woman behind him were both wearing luxurious evening dresses or tuxedos. They moved their hands and feet with shining eyes and majestic air. Their words and deeds carried indescribable emotional resonance.

Master Lucter actually came here with his three favorite disciples!

"Master, distinguished guests, it's so late, why didn't you say something in advance when you came over..."

"I'll make arrangements for the car back later."

"Settle the seats. You clear the seats and prepare drinks, flowers and snacks."

"Mr. Lucter, do you want to stay at our Senesino family's hotel tonight?"

Everyone was busy saying hello.

Who knew that the master who responded first was not He Meng, not Castini, or even Scheler.

He launched a fire directly at the great troubadour, Miss Cuckoo’s teacher, the music director of the Festival Concert Hall, Senesino, and several senior management personnel of the hospital behind him:

"Are you blind? The seats in the box on the third floor can also be occupied by Scheele!?!?"

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