"The everlasting nectar has disappeared?"
In the teachings of Fanghui Temple, it is a "sacred substance", the two little girls exclaimed, and Fan Ning's penis also enlarged instantly.
But in fact, the degree of surprise in his heart was limited, and the expression he made was an element of concealment.
The loud noise after Miss Nightingale's curtain call not only made him feel that the support on the sole of his foot was folding and falling, but it also seemed that some kind of remaining margin was almost exhausted.
As the Orthodox Church, Fanghui Temple will not fall into the general direction. However, this continent has been infected by the "red pool", and the Special Patrol Office has been secretly investigating. Fan Ning has always been very vigilant.
I dare not have a complete heart-to-heart relationship with any extraordinary organization.
"Did 'all' disappear?"
After all, it was a shocking anomaly. Fan Ning asked with normal doubts and concern.
Fields told the truth to the "King of Love Songs" in the South: "The investigation progress of each branch is still being reported. The United Principality of Feton is vast and sparsely populated, and time has not passed very long. From a rigorous perspective,
Said, this conclusion cannot be made for the time being..."
"Perhaps not 'all', a small part of the immortal nectar that was used for the 'Flower Festival' celebration in our headquarters is still in the preparation process, but other than that, the entire Tiya City has really disappeared, and the other city-states and
The search of the archipelago has so far found no remains, and the last few 'gardens' in the headquarters that contributed to the growth of eternal nectar seem to have dried up..."
Fan Ning is not clear about the extraordinary resource operation mechanism within their church, and has limited knowledge of the true meaning of immortal nectar in the South. However, listening to the archbishop's story, at least one thing can be understood - immortal nectar is not only available
has almost disappeared, and its main mysterious breeding channel seems to have been "discontinued"?
The way this incident happened always felt a bit similar... After Fan Ning thought about it for a while, he suddenly thought of another thing:
"Could it be related to the 'fasting order' issued by your religion recently?"
Fields' response confirmed Fanning's thoughts:
"Perennial nectar is regarded as the primary representative of her gifts. Its output is positively correlated with the abundance of southern products. It is impossible to determine who is the cause and who is the fruit, but the fact is that in the past half century, the two
are continuing to decline, and the evaporation and disappearance of immortal nectar overnight may be a worse omen..."
At this point, the archbishop's face was filled with gloom: "Mr. Scheler, this is why I personally sent the invitation to you. In addition to inviting you to be the musical chief of the 'Flower Ceremony' ceremony, there is also a
A meeting invitation of a more personal nature——"
“Our saint ‘伈佊’ hopes to have an interview with you one day before the celebration begins.”
Fan Ning's eyes flashed when he heard this, and he asked a word:
"The order enforcer?"
"Yes." The Archbishop nodded, "In the current situation where the activities of secret organizations in the Southern Continent are turbulent, the church has invested considerable efforts in this year's 'Flower Ceremony', hoping to reawaken the 'Fanghui Poet' more
The great attention and response, Lord Saint must think that you as the officiant will give us greater confidence. Furthermore, as he has risen higher, he may have grasped the situation that we people are not aware of..."
"My purpose of coming is probably this. The 'auspicious time' calculated this year will fall on September 5th. If you are willing, you can visit our temple headquarters at any time. As long as you are close to the corresponding fox lily field area, ignite
With this invitation, clergy will come to receive you and your party."
After speaking, Fields bowed very carefully.
"Things worth considering." Fan Ning's attitude didn't mean to reject others, but he didn't say anything.
After the Archbishop's figure disappeared from the passage behind the stage, Luna carefully took out the fox lily bouquet from her sleeve.
"Teacher, this is the ordinary bouquet you were handed out when you were watching the show. We suddenly noticed something strange in the middle of the night, and then we found that it became like this..."
This time, Fan Ning was also shocked by its peculiar shape and light.
When I looked at it, I didn't realize it. When I touched it, my spiritual sense told Fan Ning that the invisible power of "pool" contained in this strange object was extremely condensed and huge!
"You don't feel anything strange, do you? Leave it to me for safekeeping."
It would be fine if it was related to Fanghui Temple, but the Lord of Witnesses worshiped by the other two secret organizations in the Southern Continent was also involved in "Chi". Fan Ning did not dare to let these two students carry it with them for one more second.
"Apart from the fact that the saliva in my mouth feels a little sweet when I hold it, there seems to be nothing else." Miss Nightingale said.
Luna on the side quickly nodded and handed it over.
"Ann, you go to the cast and crew lounge to collect your things and go out first."
Fan Ning thought for a while and briefly separated the two of them.
"good."
The two little girls walked to the aisle behind the stage.
"Joan."
"Do you know what this is?"
Fan Ning woke up in a low voice.
"Joan, are you there?"
He stared at the music book in front of him quietly. After about forty seconds, a paper-cut-like hole finally appeared on the blank page:
"have no idea."
"I can't even confirm whether it is an extraordinary substance. I only know that the components are very pure and single, and it seems that there is some potential mysterious power condensed in it."
A single-component substance? But this material doesn't look like immortal nectar... Fan Ning thought for a while and asked, "Didn't you see how it changed last night?"
It took several dozen seconds for any movement to appear:
"Why do you think I will look at you every day?"
Fan Ning was speechless for a moment. He took the bouquet and looked at it again for a while, then carefully stretched out his index finger, ready to "pierce" a hint of inspiration into it.
This time, a sudden change occurred.
My thread of inspiration hadn't penetrated at all, but just touched the surface, and the bunch of fox lilies suddenly melted like ice cubes meeting magma.
"what!?"
Fan Ning hurriedly wanted to take action, but it was too late. In an instant, the bright red liquid poured down the tip of his index finger like a vacuum cleaner!
In a few seconds, the red light spread densely along the capillaries on the palm, and finally formed a pink emblem like a "simple drawing" of a fox lily on the inside of the left forearm!
Throughout the whole process, there was no strange feeling in his body or spirit. The emblem seemed to be born in his skin. He could not touch the special place or rub it away.
He raised his hand, widened his eyes, and stared at the emblem.
"Teacher, we have finished cleaning up." At this time, Miss Nightingale's voice came.
"Teacher?" Luna saw that he was still standing at the front of the stage, and after taking a few steps closer, she called again.
Fan Ning had no choice but to straighten his sleeves first, then turned around and picked up the guitar lying on the ground.
"Let's go."
The sun is shining brightly on the street, and pedestrians are rushing back and forth.
The aroma of roasted flowers is still strong, Luna is still holding her little black umbrella, and the road is still as white as a flashlight.
She was not mentally exhausted, but Fan Ning somehow felt that the sense of detachment she felt after "Midsummer has arrived" has intensified.
To use an inappropriate metaphor, he felt it was a bit similar to the feeling of walking on the campus streets in the summer morning after staying up all night on the Internet in his previous life.
"Are you guys sleeping well?" Fan Ning asked after wandering aimlessly on the street for a while.
"Well...I feel a little drowsy. I can't keep my eyes open even under the sun, but I can't fall asleep for a while. I want to catch up on my sleep at noon." Miss Nightingale yawned.
Half an hour later, the three of them found Walter in the event-specific hotel arranged by the church. After parading in the evening, he took a nap for several hours, and he still seemed energetic.
Several people had a simple breakfast together in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel restaurant and had some exchanges about last night's situation, but Fan Ning did not ask Walter about anything unusual.
While the waiter was clearing away the dishes, he lowered his head and started writing on a piece of paper.
"Today you can leave for the Northern Continent to seek a higher director position. Now that you have become the Troubadour Laureate, it is not interesting to be the permanent conductor of an orchestra ranked outside the thirties. The old symphony orchestra is somewhere between the first line and the top.
There is a lot of room for a great young conductor like you to perform in a regiment."
After Fan Ning finished speaking, he packed the letter and handed it over.
"Is this a letter of recommendation?" Walter took it in surprise, "Teacher, you really do have quite deep connections."
If it weren't for the pursuit of better development and a better resume, he, a native of San Porto, would not have crossed the ocean four years ago and taken his family to an orchestra in the South to serve as a permanent conductor.
It seems that although the teacher of this old symphony orchestra feels that the ranking is a bit "high or low", he thinks it is still very suitable for his current career stage.
Generally speaking, as a conductor these days, you can only choose between increasing your position or increasing your ranking. Not only did I go from permanent to director, but the orchestra also went from more than thirty to eleven, it was definitely a huge step.
To be continued...