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You may have made the trip for nothing! 【Extra】
At Vienna Airport, dense crowds surrounded the front of the airport. The sound of police cars honking and the noise of quarreling continued one after another. Heavily armed security personnel blocked all major traffic intersections.
For a moment, Touma Yoko wondered if she was involved in some large-scale demonstration.
“If I don’t leave, even if I die, I will die in Vienna. Music will be with me!!”
The white-haired old Caucasian man hugged the load-bearing pillars of the airport. Under the embarrassed eyes of several security guards in blue uniforms, he seemed to be about to crash into death here.
“Protest, I want to protest, I want to see the president, let Artur come to see me, is this how he treats me as a teacher!”
An old man with a slicked back, looking full of energy squatted at the gate of the airport, holding a white sign of protest, blocking the gate just like that.
And there were thirty or so white men over 40 years old who sat in protest with him, all wearing suits and formal attire, protesting silently there, making it very embarrassing for the police who surrounded them.
They were not embarrassing others. If it was someone else, the Austrian police would have resorted to extreme measures.
But there are 11 middle-aged people among them that Yoko Touma can recognize. Others who don’t know each other have seen photos and other materials in some newspapers and periodicals.
France, Eagle Country, Italy, dé country… Almost half of Europe is now in its prime, and nearly 70% of the classical musicians who are famous in the whole of Europe are sitting there holding signs and protesting.
[The music festival is in Vienna. 】
[Sworn to defend the traditional culture of Vienna. 】
Signs with such slogans were raised high in the hands of solemn and solemn musicians.
At that moment, Touma Yoko couldn’t help wondering if he was hallucinating?
“Oh, miss Touma, seeing you here made my terrible mood a bit happier.”
A somewhat helpless voice sounded, and Yoko Touma turned her head. In front of her eyes, a blond Caucasian man about 40 years old was sweating on his head, wiping his sweat with a silk scarf while looking like a defeated rooster. He also walked towards her with small steps.
Franz Dupre, a French conductor based in Paris, although he is in his forties, is a new star among conductors who has just become famous for a few years.
The performance of the orchestra led by him even had to be a year in advance to grab an audience ticket from the mouths of those fanatics.
Although in Touma Yoko’s view, the other party is just a free-spirited kid who doesn’t have to pay a price, but in terms of musical quality, the other party does represent the top level of Europe.
“It’s really a pleasure to see you here, Franz.” Dodging the other’s bear hug calmly, Touma Yoko looked at Franz in front of him with a smile and said.
Facing Yoko Touma who escaped the bear hug, Franz’s expression didn’t change at all, he just sighed. “…Trust me, you won’t be happy anytime soon.”
“Huh?” Touma Yaoko frowned in confusion, but still keenly noticed the abnormality. “Is it related to the gathering of these world-class musicians to protest?”
“Miss Touma, your intuition has always been keen.”
Franz shrugged, spread his hands, and said helplessly.
“Although I was also a member of the sit-in protest just now, just 1 minute ago, I had already bought a ticket to Dongdu.”
Yoko Touma looked at Franz in a daze.
Seeing Yoko Touma’s doubts, Franz sighed helplessly. “Although there may be staff from the music festival explaining to you later, I’ll just say it directly…”
“This year, no, it’s the last three years. The Vienna Music Festival will be held in an island country in the far east. The small one can’t be held in a small place. Yes, it’s the blind spot of classical music!”
“Huh?!” Rarely, Touma Yoko showed a cute expression full of astonishment.
“You also think it’s absurd, don’t you? The music festival that has been held in Vienna for two centuries, inheriting the long-standing musical spirit of Vienna, actually wants to go to the other side of the world and hold it in that popular place of modern music…”
Like a violent lion, Franz stomped his feet in annoyance, and scolded angrily in a high-pitched voice.
Touma Yaoko was silent for a moment, and then said with a strange expression. “…But Franz, you just said that you bought a ticket to Dongdu.”
“ThisExactly what I’m trying to explain now…”
Before he finished speaking, the exclamations behind him made Franz turn his head, and then sighed as if he had lost his energy.
“Forget it, Mr. Theodore is here, I don’t need to talk too much.”
“Mr. Teodor?” Touma Yoko’s face straightened. Although this name is common in Europe, in the classical music world, only one person would be called that.
Theodore Theodore, the classical music master of the Eagle Country, is almost the same as the Big Dipper in traditional music festivals.
For his brilliant achievements in his life, even the Queen of the Eagle Kingdom awarded him the title of “jazz” himself.
In Europe, Theodore was even described as a great master who, even if Beethoven was alive, was only four or six in comparison with the other.
Facing this old antique, Touma Yoko had to tidy up her appearance and greet the other party with the highest respect.
Then, she saw a… a stretcher.
“Put me down, let me down, I want to see Princess White…”
Looking at the stretcher, the right leg was surrounded by gauze, obviously a discounted white-haired old man, Touma Yoko’s face immediately stiffened.
At this time, Franz covered his face with his hands and reminded in a low voice.
“Let me talk more, now all of London probably knows that Mr. Thealdo’s legs were discounted by Her Royal Highness the White Princess.”
Touma Yoko’s mouth twitched involuntarily. The original good impression of the legendary European high-ranking lady completely collapsed.
In other words, who said that the white princess Alice is the pinnacle of European ladies? How does this style feel like the Godfather of the Mafia in Sicily?
Compared to Touma Yoko’s astonishment, the protesting musicians immediately sat on wax.
The moment he saw Tealdo, whether it was a sit-in protest or a death wish, they all quieted down completely, and looked at the old man struggling on the stretcher with a blue face.
At this moment, a working woman passed through the crowd, passed through the guarding crowd, bowed her head, and muttered a few words in the ear of the old man on the stretcher.
As the scene suddenly quieted down, Touma Yoko could vaguely hear the words “Your Majesty” and “Campione” from the woman’s mouth.
Then she saw that Teodoro’s turbid eyes seemed to show a look of fear, and then, as if he had lost his energy, he slumped on the stretcher limply.
“Buy me a plane ticket to Dongdu.” The old man said sullenly. Compared with the previous one, his voice was weak, like a dying person.
Although there is no famous saying, when this old man with the highest rank and the strongest strength said this sentence, the entire traditional music industry is equivalent to making a compromise… or, in other words, surrendering.
“Although I expected it, I didn’t expect it to end like this. Is it worthy of being the White Princess or the Council of Sages? It’s really cruel enough to actually use Mr. Tealdo as a ‘example’.” Lanz shook his head helplessly and sighed.
Then he turned his head and looked at Touma Yoko with a strange face in front of him.
“As you can see, Miss Dongma, you may have gone all the way in vain. I suggest you buy a ticket now, otherwise the ticket to the island country will be hard to come by later.”
“Compared to this, I am now more interested in the Council of Sages, and the so-called Crown Prince!” Yuko Touma narrowed her eyes slightly and said with a smile.
“Happily, if there is no mistake in the information issued by the parliament, I am afraid it will start with a woman named ‘Touma Kazuya’.”
Franz frowned and looked at Touma Yoko with some doubts. “Speaking of which, Miss Dongma, I remember your daughter’s name is also?”
“If I heard correctly, it is indeed my daughter’s name.” Touma Yaozi twitched the corners of her mouth, she felt that she seemed to be ‘calculated’.