The first movement: Poem of Awakening (50): It’s not who I’m targeting (two-in-one)
"Shelek, is he the One of Understanding?"
With petals and powder all over the sky dancing in front of his eyes, Masai Negu gradually felt that this thing was both outrageous and reasonable.
No wonder he looked down upon his "commission" of the 200-pound bounty plus the "share of the spoils" of 100 pounds.
I see.
If you are a profound person, you can start with at least 1,000 pounds.
"A teacher is a being who has the same extraordinary status as the chief inspector or the bishops?" If Massenegu had some thoughts before, Commander Walter from the Holy Sun Church was completely dumbfounded.
Although the bishop's attack was not a full-force attack, it was an absolutely real and authentic understanding of the secret art of riding the clouds performed by the Knower with his gnosis. Teacher Scheler was able to resolve it with just a few guitar strums?
"Your Excellency Scheler." Calestini, who had been humiliated, had to change his title at this time, and spoke slowly while suppressing his anger, "I think I still need an explanation."
It’s not about life-and-death hatred or great interests. No one wants to make enemies of a Deep One! Among the official organizations in the world, except for the Special Patrol Office, which has a double-digit number of Deep Ones, the rest of the forces are in single digits, and they are all famous.
There are people whose names are known to exist, and even if you count the lone neutrals, it is estimated that the number of core members of the evil god operating in the hidden world will never exceed one hundred.
Especially if we have such a large "family business" to maintain the state religion, and the other party is a great wandering bard, we really have a conflict, and if the other party keeps stumbling around, the trouble will be endless.
Endless.
The bishop really felt that things were a bit troublesome and worrying. The previous conversation was not pleasant. This action just now caused the church to suffer a small loss in terms of momentum, but the equal status of strength, coupled with the above reasons
, I had to let him "calmly" switch to a reasonable communication method.
"We agreed that everyone should do their own thing. You prepare to examine your own potential. I will arrange for my subordinates to investigate and deal with it for the time being. What do you mean by this action?"
"Who told you? I didn't say it." Fan Ning's voice was blank and gentle.
"...Did you listen to what He Meng and Masennegu said? They said it out of thin air. Take it over and repeat it to me. If something happens, you will be responsible, right?"
"But I don't ask you to cooperate with any investigation now." Castini 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 now with what I taught you?
Affairs?"
"Why doesn't it matter?"
Fan Ning lifted his hand from the strings and pointed at Luna and An beside him:
"My two students, you took their father away, how can they sing with peace of mind here?... Your church is really strange. Escorting the 'Seven Blessings' is such a secret matter, but any caravan with a normal mind would
They kept everything secret, and they didn't even tell me or Masanegou. And the "Huacheng Man" knew everything from the employer's name to the travel route to the entrusted amount and even the deposit amount. He had improper internal management, and someone was acting on behalf of the organization to do private affairs.
If we don’t investigate carefully, what can we find out by staring at these ignorant people and digging hard?”
"Your Excellency, Bishop, you should be glad that I did not handle this 'Seven Blessings'. Otherwise, if that guy wanted to kidnap my little apprentice, I would just throw the items on the ground and feed them to the coconut crabs..."
"Miss Cuckoo, what do you think?" He strummed out a few chords and glanced at Renela, who was wearing a bright orange dress in the crowd.
"...Why did you ask about me?" Renilla laughed twice in confusion, "Mr. Scheler, I am a young singer. I know some vocal skills, but not mystical knowledge."
"Oh, I'm just asking you, given your temper, whether you would do the same thing when encountering similar things." Fan Ning chuckled, "After all, your stage name is very similar to that of my student Miss Nightingale."
"Maybe." Renilla spat out a few words.
"Look, Bishop, everyone will be irritated when something like this happens." Fan Ning spread his hands.
"Your Excellency Castini, why not take away the remaining people first." Before the livid bishop could speak, Anna, the liaison officer next to He Meng, spoke first. Her voice was gentle and friendly, "
There were originally 16 people you planned to take away, but Mr. Scheler only suggested keeping two of them temporarily, which shows that he also respects church affairs."
"Actually, these two family leaders are the ones who have suffered losses from the results. The people in the caravan should naturally be investigated. It is also important for your church to sort out the process of initiating the commission... In short, the confession is one by one.
, one by one, just summon them if there is any situation that needs to be verified in two days. Anyway, the entire caravan’s people and property have been detained, and they can’t go anywhere..."
Anna's persuasion was obviously inspired by He Meng.
Different from Castini's annoyance and worry, He Meng was more surprised than anything. He felt in his heart that his luck was better and more secure this time.
The whereabouts of Fan Ning's life and death are not clear, so the people in the Special Inspection Department naturally understand the principle of combining "digging and support with scrutiny and investigation".
A troubadour who wandered in the Western Continent and visited the Southern Continent. He has a very different appearance and temperament, great artistic attainments, completely different music styles, and a perverse character that offends everyone wherever he goes and is indifferent...
If all of the above are mentioned, there is still a trace that may be due to Fan Ning's excellent camouflage ability and anti-reconnaissance ability.
Then, coupled with the concrete inspiration of the "pool" phase, and a completely different extraordinary ability, this person is already a comprehender, and he seems to be doing it with ease, and it doesn't look like he has just made a breakthrough.
Its reliability and support value can be reported directly to the leaders as important gains after the inspection is successfully completed.
Such people are not purely for support, but for cooperation and friendship.
Bishop Castini sighed. He Meng's attitude was completely unexpected. He could only take a step back. After all, he was also a member of the inspection team. The discovery of a series of potential artists in the southern continent had a great impact on the church.
That's a good thing, and we need to continue to cooperate in the future.
Let’s meet Scheele again later during the conversation and audition.
"Take the rest away." He ordered. The sounds 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 were gone.
"Not a bad solution." Seeing that things were back on track, Massenegu finally breathed a sigh of relief for his recommendation bounty, "Then, sirs, you can finally start to inspect our Mr. Scheele. You will definitely notice my vision soon.
——”
"What inspection? What inspection?" Fan Ning interrupted him.
"Well." Massenegu was startled, "Mr. Scheler, I told you about this at the beginning. You seemed to be in a very good mood after hearing this, and you ate several red bananas in a row...
"
"It seems there is." Fan Ning recalled for a moment, "But I told you not to disturb me tonight. I was very busy. I was not prepared to do any investigation for the church, nor was I prepared to accept any investigation myself.
.However, if you are so enthusiastic...can you tell me more specifically? I'll see if it's interesting?"
Including Walter and Renela, who had just been inspected, everyone present was stunned.
Shouldn't this kind of thing be exciting and apprehensive at the same time? The closer we get to the time point, the more likely we are to face a formidable enemy?
Unexpectedly, He Meng began to explain patiently:
"Actually, it's very simple. We will chat with you first and have an in-depth understanding and communication, including your present and past, including your artistic career and artistic concepts; then, preferably there will be an audition in the near future, and we will provide some planning
Suggestions, but ultimately it depends on your own ideas and strengths; if everything goes as expected, you will be nominated as a 'Boethius' artist by the discussion group, and any artist who receives this award will have the ability to achieve success in the future.
Crescent Moon's potential for greatness."
"Chief He Meng only talked about the process and achievements, but he has not yet talked about the fame, money and the favor of the people around the world that come with it." Investigator Anna added with a smile, "I think maybe for Mr. Scheler, the latter
It’s all trivial, so I skipped it, sir, but in fact, if you are more concerned about the growth of your students, the latter is also necessary to consider.”
He Meng nodded slightly.
An in-depth understanding of the present and the past, artistic career concepts, an audition...
Sure enough, the inspection will not be superficial, it is even more detailed than the time I played the "Goldberg Variations" before.
The reason why Fan Ning made some preparations for "his own low profile + students' high profile" in the past, and behaved informally tonight, as if he didn't buy anyone's face, was actually because it was too early! If we really want to investigate
During the conversation, there were some details that I wasn’t sure I could handle well.
Now everyone around me thinks that he is 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 bard is like this... But with some details, it is inevitable
The ground will be gradually filled in. If they really want to conduct verification and investigation seriously, it will be hard to say.
In a sense, Fan Ning was really grateful to Marseille Negu, who at least let him know about this incident as early as possible, so as soon as the caravan set off, Fan Ning began to decide to accept students one after another, although the time was relatively hasty.
, but at least there won’t be no buffer zone at all.
When Qiong recovers her strength and can arrange some past experiences for herself, and if more time passes, the possibility of "Fan Ning may really be dead" continues to rise, and things become safer, but before that, "Schele"
We must also have open and open contact with the Special Patrol Office, and we must allow students to make some high-profile achievements.
Therefore, how to control the leading rhythm of the investigation in one's own hands without any sense of disobedience is a problem. The process may seem carefree and the back and forth may seem a bit "glib", but in fact it contains hidden risks.
Poglič is observing the activities in the Southern Continent. As long as He Meng feels something is wrong and reports through a special procedure, the matter will immediately be out of Fan Ning's control!
Putting on a casual expression, Fan Ning made a complimenting gesture after listening to the explanations from the two people in the Special Patrol Office:
"Oh, it sounds pretty good. I think the investigation is really necessary. Why not try it another day?"
Commander Walter began to scratch his head because he gradually developed an illusion.
Maybe this is the real inspection.
It's the teacher who is inspecting the inspection team.
Liaison officer Anna smiled while listening, but Scheele choked her on the last sentence.
Change... try another day?
"Oh, look, you just said that you care about the growth of students, so I suddenly feel that this inspection is necessary-"
Fan Ning tiptoed the ground, twisted the recliner, grabbed Walter's clothes and pulled 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 completed.
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..."
Behind his voice, Miss Nightingale An suddenly burst into laughter.
It does not make sense!
This Mr. Walter is at least thirty years old, right? Such a good-looking boy like the teacher seems to be younger than twenty! 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 performance will be performed 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 must not have time tonight. Walter, am I right?"
"No, that's right." Commander Walter began to wipe 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, Your Excellency 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 unsophisticated 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 Herr 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 a square and broad face with sharp edges, sparse golden curly hair hanging down naturally, and a thin line of mouth, giving him a majestic and unapproachable temperament.
The two men and one woman behind him were both wearing luxurious evening dresses or tuxedos. Their eyes were shining and they were majestic, and 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 tell me in advance when you came..."
“I’ll make arrangements for my car back later.”
"Please clear the seats. Please clear the seats and prepare drinks, flowers and snacks."
"Mr. Lucter, do you need to stay at our Senesino family's hotel tonight?"
Everyone was busy saying hello.
Who would have known 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, Senesino, the music director of the Festival Concert Hall here, and several senior executives of the hospital behind him:
"Are you blind? The seats in the box on the third floor can also be occupied by Scheele!?!?"