"The arrival of Your Excellency the Bishop and all the distinguished guests makes this small mansion extra bright." A couple in expensive clothes greeted them at the door of the splendid banquet hall.
The person who took over the venue to host this banquet tonight was the mayor of the small town of Beech. Of course, the actual host was a congregation led by Bishop Tukville.
The crystal array chandelier rotated slowly above the head, the string quartet played melodiously, and the host and guest exchanged pleasantries while seated. Fan Ning occasionally cast his eyes on the figure sitting in the guest seat, which was no different from the behavior of most people.
But he felt that this was too different from the dream.
In a clear dream that maintains inspiration, it seems that I can see everything, hear everything clearly, and capture the details I want. However, the five senses that are detached, sparse and difficult to integrate are always easy to let go.
People feel sad and lost.
But now her black hair, blue eyes, fluttering eyelashes when she lowers her head with a smile, the soft light and veins on the back of her hand holding the cup, her clear and soft voice, and her graceful demeanor are now alive and spiritual.
The real Miss Luo Yin.
Among the members of the inspection team who accompanied her, Fan Ning also met a few familiar faces, including several professors from several public schools in Tioleon and several staff members of the Turner Art Hall whom he had an impression of.
Among the two escorts who were closer to Luo Yin, one was a short old lady with a kind face. Fan Ning had an intuition that this person might be a profound scholar from the Bologna School.
The other was an old acquaintance with Fanning, Bishop Christopher of St. Lenia Cathedral. The latter was obviously because the diocese in charge happened to be Uvranser - the headquarters of Turner Art Hall.
This time, I was not only accompanying Luo Yin on a business trip, but also returning to Janus's hometown for a visit.
The two of them were sitting on the same side of Luo Yin, while on the other side were Irving and the Special Inspection Hall group.
Because they are all guests from foreign countries, Fan Ning is sitting at the main seat opposite, next to Bishop Tucville. Of course, from Lavoisier's point of view, Bishop Christopher here is actually "
own people".
Sure enough, after sitting down, the waiter had just brought the soup and appetizers, and when the other guests were talking about Luo Yin, Christopher became the first person to take the initiative to say hello to Fan Ning:
"By the way, this Mr. Organist should be Antoine Lavoisier, who I signed as a guarantee, right?"
Fan Ning smiled kindly and slowly: "This time I returned from a foreign country to my own country and settled down without thirst or hunger. In addition to congratulations to the two bishops, Brother Walter who served as my liaison also deserves credit.
."
Tukweil continued the conversation with his colleagues, but after a few words, it finally led to Fan Ning:
"It would be nice to thank Mr. Christopher and conductor Walter. Mr. Lavoisier, whom you two recommended to me in Beech Parish, is really an unparalleled and omnipotent genius. He is our high-ranking official."
The leading figure among the backbone is the future light and hope of the Holy Sun Church."
At first, he was still at the stage of listing facts, but gradually he began to show off in front of his colleagues. First, he added fuel to the fire about what Fan Ning had done, and finally, he simply made it out of nothing, and the more he boasted, the more outrageous he became.
Christopher, who was sent to the Northern Continent to take charge of the work, was originally a moderate and honest man. He was surprised at first, and then dumbfounded. He originally thought of doing a casual favor to the new Director Walter, but he actually guaranteed it.
He had found such a unique genius who truly inherited the legacy of the ancient priests? This was something he never expected.
Fan Ning's mind was filled with questions, and the phantom wrinkles on his face knitted together.
If someone else said that, he would definitely rebuke "you who bear false witness," but it didn't seem very good to displease Tucqueville.
The two white-robed bishops were coming and going, and other guests began to listen and were stunned. Many people's attention was diverted from Luo Yin and fell on the late-blooming middle-aged gentleman Lava.
On tin.
Originally, Irving, who had just been exhausted in the morning, might have made some sarcastic remarks, but his attention is not on Fanning for the time being:
"Speaking of which, among the younger generation of the Bologna School, the one I admire most is Miss Luo Yin."
"Oh?" Luo Yin smiled doubtfully.
"I cultivated myself in a public school and was promoted in my last school year. I reached a high rank in less than two years. First of all, this speed is faster than what I used to do."
Owen just turned thirty last year, and he is also the youngest, outstanding and most potential person among the Insighters in the Special Inspection Department.
"This time point is actually the routine promotion arrangement for the core staff of my school." Luo Yin raised his hand slightly while speaking, as if grabbing and pulling in the void.
Owen nodded: "I see, I did remember that President McAdam seemed to have reached this point a little earlier than you."
Luo Yin, who lowered his head, raised his head and said "hmm".
Owen signaled the waiter to replace the dinner plate that had been used once in front of her, and continued: "But apart from this, Miss Luo Yin has also made great achievements in the field of art. She is already a 'Blade Holder' level cello player at a young age.
Home, if you look at both of them at the same time, it is very valuable."
"Let's see who we are competing with." Luo Yin smiled again, flipped his hair, and continued to control the spiritual fire while lowering his head to write.
Tukville was boasting nonsense to Christopher, and Owen and Luo Yin were having an awkward conversation. Fan Ning was sitting calmly, looking at the two people for a while, and then at the two people——
Suddenly, Luo Yin's absent-minded behavior reminded Fan Ning of something, and he almost jumped up from his seat!
Damn it, why does she seem to be writing a letter to herself?
Hey, you’re at a formal banquet! Can you please pay attention first!?
The message delivery process of this messenger is carried out through the interstellar shuttle, and it is not "from one place to another place" in the sense of real space. Therefore, the random law of transmission time has nothing to do with the real distance.
In the same way, whether it floats from the window, falls from the ceiling, or emerges from the table is just the recipient's illusion, and it does not really come from that direction - it does not have the ability to detect when it is awake.
The ability to move the world only involves drilling a hole in the astral realm and reaching out to retrieve the letter, and then drilling a hole in another part of the astral realm to deliver the letter.
Although this is true, this messenger is not completely "invisible" to others when he appears in the waking world!
The knowledgeable people who study "candle" with strong spiritual sense can detect abnormalities from the middle level onwards, not to mention the profound ones with higher inspiration-these people present can all detect the presence of spiritual bodies.
Floating around, of course, they themselves would also use messengers from time to time. It was normal to know that Luo Yin was sending and receiving personal letters.
But the key is that when the messenger emerges from his side, Luo Yin, who has a secret contract, will also notice it!
And unlike others who feel like "there is a spirit floating around", she can even see the appearance of the messenger clearly!
Fan Ning suddenly felt scared.
"It's okay. Most normal travel times are from a quarter of an hour to an hour."
He slowly exhaled in his mind and made a plan.
To be on the safe side, and not to arouse any suspicion, let's continue sitting for ten minutes and then go to the bathroom.
Enter the Dream Star Realm in the bathroom and make a special call to have a chance of speeding up the arrival of the messenger.
Anyway, I'll wait until the package is collected before opening the door.
For the next ten minutes, Fan Ning watched Luo Yin replying to other people's words on her seat, and occasionally glanced at the big shiny black wall clock behind her.
From a quarter of an hour to an hour, he read it again in his mind.
After all, extreme situations of "seconds out" or "packet loss" are small probability events.
It won't be so unlucky.
Time passed slowly, nine minutes and thirty seconds passed, and nothing happened.
Fan Ning, who was sitting on pins and needles, was finally ready to move her seat back——
Luo Yin suddenly smiled and said hello to himself:
"Father Lavoisier, Bishop Tucqueville just mentioned the organ piece you composed, "Toccata and Fugue in D minor", which is 'like the reincarnation of Kashunich'. You can let me read it."
Could you please tell me its music score?"
??Fan Ning suddenly felt extremely scared.
He began to pray that those big eyes wouldn't come out of the table at this time.
Don't come here, I'm scared!
!
"Miss Luo Yin, I can't help you, so I left you at the consecration place." Fan Ning made an excuse and prepared to prevaricate.
Disappointment flashed across Luo Yin's blue eyes.
There was a crisp "bang" sound immediately.
Bishop Tucville put down his wine glass and waved his hand: