《Old-time musicians》


 #748 - "Drink the potion together"!

    "What does her obedient and loyal maid want to convey to me?" The male protagonist Tristan who appeared on the stage was handsome, wearing sturdy armor, holding a rune giant sword, and his face was upright and resolute.


    "My sir Tristan! It is my master''s wish to see you!" Brown Ganni bowed and sang.


    "If she''s tired from the long journey, she''s almost at the end! We can reach the shore before the sun sets!"


    "No, Sir Knight, you heard me! This lady needs your services! Go to her, she is waiting for you!"


    "Here, where I stand, I am serving her faithfully!"


    ¡°.¡±


    The two sides engaged in an "extreme tug of war". The maid Brunelleschi tried her best but could not persuade Tristan to go down and meet Isolde.


    What''s going on with these two people?


    After keeping the audience in suspense for a while, the answer was finally revealed in Act I, Scene III, "Isolde''s Ballade".


    Of course, this recitative still whets the audience''s appetite from the beginning because of its strange subtitle, "Tantris".


    The heroine recalled the scene when they first met.


    It turns out that she had rescued the seriously injured "Tantris" during the war between the two countries, and the two gradually fell in love during their recovery and getting along with each other.


    But one day, she accidentally discovered that a crack on the man''s sword was exactly the same shape as the fatal wound on the head of her former fianc¨¦!


    "Tantris", whose real name should be "Tristan", is his enemy!


    Isolde once wanted to kill Tristan to avenge her fianc¨¦.


    But emotion temporarily overcame reason, and she used her family''s secret technique to heal Tristan and released him.


    But fate plays tricks on people. Now Tristan has become a marriage proposal messenger and comes to Ireland to marry him on behalf of his uncle King Mark! !


    In the past, they fought each other, but now they are allied. This is common between countries. Politics only has eternal interests. However, for specific people who bear hatred and tears,


    Isolde was disappointed and in pain, and all new and old hatreds surged into her heart!


    "Bring me that little box. The deadly poison is the antidote!"


    In scene 4, Isolde issues a desperate command to her maid, Brunelleschi.


    She was determined to die with Tristan!


    Brownganni''s persuasion was in vain and the situation once again reached a stalemate.


    But by the last scene of the first act, that is, the fifth scene, the conflict could no longer be dragged on.


    ¡ª¡ªThe ship back to Connor is about to dock, and the two will have to meet even if they don¡¯t want to!


    "Mr. Tristan is here!" The short syllables were sung by the baritone servant Kuvenal.


    "Let him come over!" Isolde ordered.


    Tristan let go of the steering wheel and walked towards the audience in front of the stage.


    This opera singer pair is definitely a good match, with top vocal skills and acting skills. Even the picky audience from the south cannot help but be impressed and praise them.


    Especially the scene that is currently being performed on the stage where "the male and female protagonists meet but are speechless to each other."


    This aria is called "Drinking the Magic Potion Together", and the woodwind section in the orchestra pit played a special leading motive at this time.


    It is a derivative and deformation of the long note in the "Tristan Chord" or the accompanying "Desire Motive" in the "Prelude", and the melody form is extremely special - first it is a powerful sustained note of F, which lasts for about 5 beats, and after a brief detour, it falls into a long sustained state again.


    When the audience first listened to it, they felt that the musical image was indeed loud and powerful, worthy of the title of "Knight''s Honor".


    But as the melody line progressed, they gradually felt that this "motive" was really long and depressing!


    While this "honor" gives the hero faith and pride, it also puts worldly shackles on him!


    After a long period of face-to-face time, Tristan on the stage finally broke the silence: "Please tell me, my lady! What do you need?"


    "Don''t you know what I want?" Isolde sneered with a look of pain, "Is it fear that fills your heart and makes you avoid my gaze?"


    "Respect makes me awed," Tristan intoned, remaining calm.


    Fanning in the orchestra pit instructed the band to play uneasy tremolo groups, which seemed to carry a forbidden tremor.


    "What respect do you have for me? With open derision you refuse my request to come to my presence!" Isolde sang.


    "My only duty is to obey the king." Tristan pressed his chest.


    "Then I have no gratitude towards your master. Should his servant offend his partner with bad manners?"


    "Where I live, we need to follow traditions. On the way to the wedding, the escort needs to avoid the bride he is protecting."


    "What kind of reason is this?" Isolde sneered and sang, "Since you are so strict in observing traditions, my sir, don''t forget another tradition of revenge. There is still a blood debt between us that has not been paid!"


    "It has been paid off."


    "That''s not between us!"


    Along with the tense duet between the two, the "Tristan Honor Motive" underwent complex derivative changes. Some deep desires in the male protagonist''s heart were restrained again and again by the long notes representing secular power.


    At one point, Tristan could not help singing with a dull and sour tone:


    "If Morold (the heroine''s fianc¨¦) is so valuable to you, then you should pick up this sword again, be firm and decisive, hold it firmly, and don''t let the sword slip from your hand!"


    "Do you dare to laugh at me?" Isolde sang angrily, "this noble Irish hero, he was at least engaged to me! I offered him weapons, he fought for me. He fell in the battle, and my reputation is ruined! My heart is in great pain. I swear: if no man can avenge his murderer, I, a woman, will dare to do so!"


    Obviously, the heroine is also tied up in the royal marriage and worldly reputation!


    After a series of six consecutive ascending passages, the music turns from weak to strong, and the harmony reaches a high point that longs for a perfect resolution.


    "Princess, you can have whatever you want." Tristan was still struggling and compromising, emphasizing the knight''s duty of obedience.


    The curse-like "unsolvable" of "Prelude" still works here. After a moment of confusion, the rhythm of the drama slows down again.


    The maid Brunelleschi has handed the poison to Isolde on the right side of the stage. A beam of light shines on the latter, and she holds the poison in both hands, while Tristan on the other side has his back turned and is in darkness.


    This is a recitative female solo - Isolde asks the hero a series of questions, like questioning, but also like asking herself: "What do I like? Are you afraid of meeting my demands and staying away from my sight?" "What are you worried about?" "Are you afraid that there will be a blood debt between us?" "Why don''t I kill you?" "Who must kill Tristan?" "He won the crown and land for his master, how can he not be his most loyal person?" "."


    Facing Isolde''s increasingly long questions, Tristan''s answers were still brief or evasive.


    "Pull up the cable, drop the small anchor, lower the anchor, and follow the current"


    Later, he simply used the excuse of "the ship is about to dock and I''m very busy" which made people''s blood pressure rise, and turned around to direct the work of his follower Kuvenal.


    "well"


    Isolde lost her patience and walked towards Tristan holding the poison.


    "In the face of this sincere gift, my greatest gratitude is to be awakened by a glass of redemptive wine!"


    In the character''s action design, Marley reinforced the audience''s belief in "dying" - although the two had already fallen in love with each other before the "drinking the potion together" scene, they knew that their love had no way out, and they could only use this self-destructive death to escape from this messy world!


    "The only comfort in eternal pain! The wine that makes me forget everything! I will drink you without hesitation!" Tristan reached out and took the poison handed to him.


    "Are you going to betray me again? Half of it is mine! Traitor, I''ll drink with you!" Isolde sang loudly with tears in her voice.


    After the two drank the medicine, they walked away to the opposite sides of the stage.


    The audience watched with bated breath. They found that the lighting effects on the stage had changed. The two were first enveloped by two beams of strong light, which kept flickering. It seemed that their lives were about to end due to taking poison.


    The lights disappeared to the point of being almost invisible, but they were still on because what they took was not poison at all, but the "love potion" that the maid Brown Ganni secretly replaced with out of compassion, risking her life in the name of betrayal!


    The two of them ran into each other and hugged each other!


    "Tristan!" "Isolde!"


    "Unfaithful lover!" "The most holy girl!"


    In the band, Fanning suddenly raised his arms, and several large parts played powerfully together. The nightmarish "Tristan Chord" in the "Prelude" gushed out again!


    "It seems like the conflicted lovers are reconciling, and they are embracing each other happily, but in fact... it''s cruel! What a cruel plot!"


    There were several masters in the art world in the audience - their friend Marey had consulted them on some of the stage designs at the time - and when they saw the scenes they had imagined actually collide with the music, they felt a huge shock in their hearts!


    "To some extent, this is also an extension of the ''never-resolved'' nightmare in ''Prelude''. Originally, the hero and heroine were just filled with love and hate, and it might have been a ''good ending'' for them to both die. But now, instead of hatred, irrational desires have devoured their only sanity, and they will never be satisfied, never calm down, and make things worse!" Virgil, Pissarro, Claude and others who were part of the first generation of Impressionist painters closed their eyes and shook their heads!


    The next moment, the momentum created by the changes in the music suddenly stopped.


    The brief blank made the audience''s heart hang in their throat.


    The male chorus in the theater descended and began to sing a short and majestic tune in unison:


    "Long live King Mark!" "Long live King Mark!"


    It turned out that the sailboat had already docked!


    The king personally led his guards to the shore to welcome Isolde!


    The first act of the musical, which lasted more than an hour, finally came to an end!


    The audience was eager to know what would happen after everyone returned to the palace, but the two exhausted people had already fainted on the ground, the lights went out, and the curtain closed!

 #747 - An acoustic miracle!

    Yes, this chord composed of the four notes ¡°BF-#D-#G¡± when first presented is the world-famous ¡°Tristan Chord¡± on the Blue Planet!


    It is also directly called "Wagner chord".


    Its composition and movement seem to follow the conventional romantic harmonic functions, but in fact it is a rebel, completely subverting the rules of traditional harmonic progression.


    Fanning manipulates it, constantly creating an auditory vortex of anxiety and spasm in the theater.


    However, it never resolves to that imaginary "main tonality", but is suspended and shifted again and again.


    The baton in his hand penetrates from the outside to the inside, cutting into the skin and marrow, like a sharp scalpel, dissecting the appearance of rationality and restraint.


    Here, the insatiable "lust" becomes the greatest sonorous summary - in the "world as will and representation", ordinary creatures are full of desires, eager to move forward, constantly being falsely satisfied, and always generating new desires that are more difficult to satisfy!


    There is never a solution.


    This continues until the end of the Prelude!


    The jewels worn by the Janus nobles sparkled like stars in the darkness, while the artists tightly grasped the score of the "Prelude", as if waiting for a prophecy to come.


    ¡ª¡ªThe extremely ominous tone and prophecy set by the "Tristan Chord" for the entire work!


    Act One, when the curtain opens.


    The string group weaves the sobbing of the ocean with chromatic wriggling, and the "fate motive" played continuously by the double bass is like a call from the abyss.


    A huge sailboat sailing on the waves comes into view.


    The actress who plays the heroine Isolde, who was carefully selected from the Bologna School, is wearing a silver-gray robe and standing tall at the bow!


    Behind the deck is a tent-like room, magnificent and covered with tapestries, which completely separates the bow from the background. There is a narrow staircase next to it leading to the cabin, and the couch inside can be vaguely seen. The maid Brunelleschi unveils the tapestry and looks at Isolde standing at the front of the stage.


    The audience, enveloped in darkness, were struck by the scenery on the stage and instantly experienced palpitations and difficulty breathing!


    In the past, opera performances were nothing more than a backdrop with some props, allowing people to imagine the scenes depicted in the plot.


    And the handwriting in front of me


    They had never seen such a grand and delicate stage setting before!


    It¡¯s so immersive, it feels like a lifetime ago!


    A one-minute-long "Song of Young Sailors" leads to the first aria of the heroine Isolde:


    "With blurred eyes, we look to the west. Our ship is heading east;


    Fresh breeze, take us back to homeland, my Irish girl, where do you stay?


    Is it your deep sigh that is blowing our sails?


    Blow, blow, thou breeze! Woe, woe, my child! "


    Isolde opened her arms, and her singing flowed through the dense texture of the orchestra, her voice sometimes tearful and sometimes sad and passionate.


    For the first time, Wagner''s iconic "endless melody" left a deep impression on the audience: the music had no obvious section divisions, but was continuous like the waves of the ocean!


    In the orchestra pit, which Fanning called the "mysterious abyss", the instruments are arranged by volume, with the loudest at the bottom and the quietest at the top. This design prevents the sound of the orchestra from easily drowning out the singers on the stage, and the two are better integrated before being transmitted to the audience.


    ¡°He¡¯s reconstructing the acoustic space!¡±


    More than a dozen professors from the School of Music or School of Architecture, as well as composers from the seminary, grabbed the protective fence and screamed in their hearts.


    For example, at one moment, the violin part seemed to come from the east dome, the French horn roared from the resonance cavity of the west corridor column, and the Valkyrie-like soprano aria seemed to come out from below the audience!


    The key is that they all end up in the same place, reaching my ears! .


    "Very good, exactly as expected."


    Director Marais sat in a corner of the front row, quietly feeling the unique acoustic effects of the theater after its renovation.


    He also looked at the stage lights that he had created with his own hands. The lights changed with the rise and fall of the music, perfectly projecting the intense waves in the protagonist''s heart.


    ".Light, space, human body, and emotions are combined to form a unified and synchronized mindset! Among them, light is the main element! You must try to unify the text, music, and movement elements into a more mysterious and metaphorical light! Oh, in order to prevent the lighting in the orchestra pit from affecting the stage and the audience, I suggest you install a curved shielding screen on top of it, so that the band''s music can be reflected onto the stage through this screen."


    Marley''s mind flashed back to the few accusations Fanning had made.


    There are both general directions and specific details.


    For a moment, his admiration for his boss was beyond words!


    The first act of the opera tells a story that takes place between the two countries of "Connor" and "Ireland" - Tristan, a young knight from Connor, is trusted by his uncle King Mark, who sends him as a marriage proposal envoy to marry and escort the Irish Princess Isolde back home.


    So when the curtain was lifted just now, the scene started with the heroine standing on the boat.


    Amid the singing of the young sailor, Isolde''s conversation with her maid Brunelleschi expresses her melancholy about sailing away from home.


    After introducing the basic scene to the audience, the second scene of the first act immediately aroused everyone''s doubts.


    ¡ª¡ªWhen Isolde saw the knight Tristan directing the voyage from afar on the deck, for some reason, a complex expression of "old feelings and new grudges welling up in her heart" emerged on her face.


    Could it be that this Irish princess who was about to marry far away and this escort knight of noble birth knew each other before?


    What conflicts even occurred?


    "Destined for me, passed away by me! Noble and mighty, courageous but cowardly! Damn head, damn heart!" Isolde sang hatefully, then turned to look at her loyal maid, "What do you think of that guy?"


    "Who are you talking about?" Brown Ganni responded in a warm and mellow mezzo-soprano voice.


    "That hero there!"


    Isolde sang, raising her arms.


    "He kept avoiding my gaze, his eyes drooping, full of shame and fear. When difficulties and setbacks came, he was the one who only knew how to escape!"


    There seemed to be a wry smile in the maid Brown Ganni''s eyes.


    "Do you think I sing sinisterly?" Isolde''s melody rises in pitch.


    "Ask him yourself! The free man! Ask him if he dares to come near me!


    The honorific salute and courtesy were forgotten by this cowardly hero.


    Just to avoid her eyes, this is the unparalleled hero!


    Oh, he knew exactly what was going on!


    Go tell that arrogant fellow his mistress''s orders!"


    After hearing this, the maid Brown Ganni bent down and sang: "Should I ask him to greet you?"


    The mistress pointed angrily into the distance, signaling the servant to speed up: "Let my command teach him to fear me, Isolde!"


    Almost at the same time, at the front of the deck, the alert baritone voice of the attendant Kuvenal burst out from the rapid march of the band. The tight and airtight band and voices made the audience breathe rapidly.


    "Watch out, Tristan!"


    "Here comes a messenger from Isolde!"


    "What, from my princess?" a surprised tenor voice sounded.


    The actor who plays Tristan, who is also the male protagonist carefully selected by the Bologna School, has finally made his official debut!

 #746 - "Tristan Chord"!

    Entrance to the Bayreuth Festival Theatre.


    The fans climbed up the hill breathlessly and looked up at the destination they had finally reached.


    There were still about twenty workers standing on the suspended scaffolding on the arch, doing the final stress check and fine-tuning of the bronze skeleton device inside the wooden structure. The clicking sound of the gears meshing could be clearly heard.


    The art critics waiting and socializing below had to argue at the top of their voices:


    "See that big oval thing? It is said that its acoustic design is specially designed for this musical. One composer, one work, one theater. Hey, what is perfection!"


    "That''s nothing! The general director of the opera, Edward Marley, also required that the stage must rotate slightly with the rhythm of the aria, just like the sailboat of Knight Tristan tossing in the sea of ????lust!"


    Backstage of the performance.


    Ms. Beche, editor-in-chief of the Keil Isum Review, squeezed into the vent of the prop warehouse, quickly recording the internal conversation she overheard with a pencil.


    "Director Marais customized a seven-layer gradient tulle skirt for the heroine in the second act. Every step she moves will refract the ''moonlight'' of different color temperatures..."


    "What? You''re asking how to solve the chromatic aberration caused by scattering and ghosting? The crew innovatively used the newly invented electric arc lamp!"


    As he was writing, the door of the warehouse next to him opened with a click, and a gentleman wearing sunglasses appeared surrounded by bodyguards - commissioned by the investor Prince Louis, the director of the Hoffman Phonograph Company personally escorted a special pickup equipment to the scene!


    It is said that these brass horns wrapped in cashmere can accurately capture the "high-frequency overtones like angels'' sighs"!


    After the director witnessed that all the sound pickup equipment was in place, he supervised the engineers who were doing the final debugging in the basement.


    The pointers of thirty recording devices trembled with the test sound coming from afar, like divination rods waiting for an oracle!


    Theater lobby.


    ¡°Ding¡ª¡ª¡± ¡°Ding¡ª¡ª¡±


    The second reminder bell will ring 5 minutes before the performance officially begins.


    The last wave of spectators who were stranded on the road due to severe congestion finally entered the venue and found their seats safely.


    Female attendants in silver uniforms began to move between the first few rows of the ancient Janus-style stepped auditorium, delivering truffle chocolates to the distinguished guests.


    The Marquis and Marquis McAdam in the seats were the first to get two small ones.


    "Is it so detailed?" The Marquise opened a pill, shook her head and smiled.


    In the rich and tempting aroma, under the dim and comfortable waiting gas light, she saw a faint fragment of the piano score of "Prelude" on the gold foil wrapped around it.


    This is the "limited performance food" urgently developed by the Genevieve Candy Factory.


    The manufacturer noted in the GG lyrics that the wine used is the "Death of Love" red wine that the Piodoro Winery has just opened for pre-sale, and claimed that the chocolate''s "melting temperature precisely matches the human body temperature when the aria reaches its climax"!


    As the time counted down to 8 o''clock in the evening, the dim lights used in the waiting area began to go out one by one.


    The moment the last waiting gas lamp was swallowed up by the acoustic dome, three thousand electric arc lamps emitted a vibrating buzzing sound at the same time, and the exclamations from the audience were crushed by the sudden roar of the steam pipe!


    Sixteen copper-clad pillars spew out mist mixed with rose essential oil, turning the entire stepped theater into a melting pot of mysterious atmosphere!


    "Oh my God, why is my perfume bottle resonating?" Several ladies in the seats on the side were shocked to find that the liquid in the crystal bottle was vibrating at some strange frequency!


    ¡°Hua La La La¡ª¡±


    The metal chains made a sharp sound as they slid, and twelve brighter beams of scorching light pierced through the darkness, focusing on the slowly rising orchestra pit on the stage, and on the conductor''s podium that rose higher in the center of the orchestra pit!


    Fanning, wearing a black tuxedo, stood with his back to the audience. The thistle medal of "Saint Janinger the Illuminator" worn on his clothes flashed like a sharp blade in the hot light!


    "Master Fanning!"


    I didn¡¯t expect that the conductor and the musicians were already in place! This was completely different from the usual ¡°file-in¡± style of entering the venue!


    There was a frenzy of cheers, even greater than the previous "resurrection".


    "Master Fanning!" "Master Fanning!"


    The thunderous roars made the crystal chandeliers tremble faintly. The workers in the last row of the standing area were the first to stomp the rhythm of the march with their work boots, while the ladies waved their playlists wildly and raised the monoculars provided by the sponsors.


    It¡¯s a pity that the orchestra pit that they had a brief meeting with rose and then quickly fell.


    In the audience''s telescope, when Fanning raised his right hand to start the song, only the shadow of his upper body was projected onto the wall!


    The scene of the figure holding the wreckage of "The Old Days" falling down was magnified into a slow motion shot like a oracle from the gods, and the entire audience suddenly fell silent!


    Tristan and Isolde, Prelude, bidding begins!


    Roy moved the bow and the cello "Gianandrea" played a single melody beginning that seemed to be in A minor.


    First, it jumps from A to F, and then goes down a semitone to E, showing an extremely dark and depressing line.


    Then, on the fourth #G note, the woodwind section stacks and rises a strange chord!


    ¡°Buzz!¡ª¡ª¡±


    Severe, desperate, and electric-like spasms!


    "This chord!?"


    In fact, quite a number of the audience here have already heard the piano version of this "Prelude".


    This dark, depressing, and fatalistic introduction is indeed very well written.


    But they didn¡¯t think that this chord had any more novel structure than modern avant-garde music!


    "F is the root note, and then B, D#, G#, four notes." Many musicians reconfirmed their listening experience, "Yes, these are the four notes. Isn''t this a half-diminished seventh chord?"


    "Well, maybe it''s a miracle of orchestration, and I admit that Master Fanning is well versed in this."


    "But logically speaking, if we judge this piece of music as A minor based on the harmonic function, then this is just a double dominant 43 chord with a flat fifth, which is used to prepare for the dominant function."


    There are still a few romantic art masters trying to dismantle inspiration.


    The melody under Roy''s bow did not stop, but changed to ascending semitone, still with a wandering and suppressed atmosphere.


    Sure enough, on the third beat, the orchestra''s harmony switched to the regular dominant seventh, and the cello melody also stayed on the fifth note E in A minor.


    But then Roy''s bow dropped from the string.


    The melody ended without success.


    "Hmm? No more?"


    "Yes, I remember that the harmony was not resolved at all."


    "How can we prove that it is in A minor without resolving to it? How can we identify the center of this cadence?"


    At this time, the original orchestral version of the "Prelude" amplified this "tight but not relaxed" feeling of oppression, making people who had heard it before and those who had not heard it before feel uneasy.


    ¡°B¡ª#G¡ªG¡ªB!¡±


    The cello plays the prelude''s motive again, but it moves up a minor third!


    ¡°Buzz!¡ª¡ª¡±


    The strange, severe chord, like an electric current spasm, rises again!


    The music seems to have started to change key from the 5th bar, from A minor to C minor, and the dominant seventh chord used in preparation also appears as expected.


    But, the melody came to an end again!


    A blank, no solution at all!


    In the uneasy silence, the cello played the prelude motive again, moving upwards again!


    The tonality of the entire "Prelude" has thus become extremely vague! The tone has become extremely dark!


    "This chord. This chord cannot be guessed, cannot be analyzed, cannot be named!"


    Emotions gradually become tense, but they are never resolved.


    The audience''s finger joints were frozen tightly, but the playlists they were holding were loose and shaking violently!


    Not to mention all the listeners, just those who know something about art, how could they not know by heart what the half-diminished seventh chord sounds like?


    But at this moment, when it was played again and again by the orchestra, the Bayreuth Festival Theater carefully transformed by Marais directly became a mysterious temple of despair and horror like a vortex! ¡ª¡ªThe sunken orchestra pit completely blocked the orchestra, the wooden structure of the auditorium was arranged in the golden ratio, and the sound waves formed a perfect and terrifying resonance field in the space! !


    ¡°It is a unique and ineffable thing that can never be deconstructed by past musical cognition or experience!¡±


    Even the avant-garde and new groups present were slumped in their seats in cold sweat because of the terrifying spiritual vibrations in the theater!


    These rebels who pursue more stimulating sounds would probably never have dreamed that one day they would be overwhelmed and conquered by a work of "Late Romanticism"!


    "I''m afraid, I''m afraid, only by calling it the ''Tristan Chord'' and acknowledging that it is a unique symbol of this play can I dispel my fear of cognition!"

 The first movement: Awakening Poem (23): Killing Intent

    Fan Ning''s invisible force that was eager to try was controlled just right by him.


    As a middle-level knowledgeable person, Masenegu had no idea that his life was hanging by a thread.


    The other person''s face was calm and he was not in a hurry.


    He took out another small cloth bag from his big suitcase and put the gold coins in it one by one.


    He tied the mouth of the bag with a straw rope and then slowly said:


    "The thing is like this. The Special Inspection Office has widely announced a few days ago that in order to strengthen the discovery and cultivation of artistic talents, it is soliciting letters of recommendation for ''potential musicians'' from all continents. As long as the ones submitted are relatively low-profile musicians, However, after being inspected by them and determined to have relatively higher actual attainments or potential, the recommender will receive a large and generous reward."


    "Those who are famous as young musicians or below and are recognized as having ''famous'' achievements or high potential will be rewarded 300 pounds to the recommender; those who are famous as ''famous'' or below and are recognized as having ''great'' achievements or potential will be rewarded 1,000 pounds pounds; if a potential ''master'' is discovered, the recommender will be rewarded with 10,000 pounds; and if a more amazing and talented figure of the era is discovered, there will be no upper limit on the reward!"


    Masenegu said with a proud smile: "You know, I have connections. This solicitation news is fresh. I know it as fast as the music circle in the southern continent. Mr. Scheler is a writer of ''Palace Love'' Master, as soon as the first six songs of your astonishing "Winter Journey" came out last night, I had a premonition that a great bard was going to make a name for himself in the Southern Continent. This happened to me and I had to snatch it up. Before others, I wrote a letter of recommendation overnight and sent it to the Special Patrol Office''s Liaison Office in Tia City, United Principality of Feton! "


    "?" A concrete question mark almost appeared on Fan Ning''s forehead.


    I haven''t been here for more than 24 hours, and someone has written a report letter directly?


    "Twenty percent, 200 pounds, it''s not a respect, it''s all your fault." Looking at Scheler''s thoughtful expression, Masenegu put the gold coin bag directly into his trouser pocket and patted it twice boldly. .


    "There is no need to say thank you. After all, this is also based on your own talent. I just have a pair of eyes to discover talents and hard-working hands. Frankly speaking, it is not easy to deal with these paralyzed guys from the Special Patrol Office. , but they are my long-term sponsors, and they are much more generous than caravans and nobles. This kind of easy and profitable job is not common. I became a baron four years ago, and I expect to buy a third set next year. Manor, and donate money to obtain the position of viscount. At that time, you will be a small step closer to marrying a duke or the daughter of a duke and realizing the ultimate value of knighthood."


    It turns out you are a fucking joke! !


    Fan Ning forcibly suppressed the urge to kill Masenegu at the next moment, and asked in a nonchalant manner: "So, what will happen to me next?"


    "Inspection, you will be interviewed and inspected, and then your talents will be exposed and you will become great." Masenegu said with a smile, "Maybe the Special Patrol Office will do it personally, but these guys who travel around the world are very busy, or they may do it in advance Entrust Fanghui Temple, or Queen Eleanor''s royal family in Tiya City-State. I don''t think things will happen so quickly. There will be a lot of bad news that wants to defraud money. It will take time to filter, but you don''t need to prepare anything. , just continue to express your "idyllic" inspiration in this continent. I am very confident in your talent. I have advanced the share to you before the money from the Special Patrol Office comes down."


    "Why do you suddenly put so much effort into discovering musicians?" The red banana was too small and tasted too sweet, so Fan Ning started to eat the third one.


    "That ''discussion group'', well, is the group of people who examine whether we, non-church knowledgeable people, are qualified to serve as ''outside transfer officers'' for the Liaison Office of the Special Patrol Office. They also seem to be led and coordinated by the Special Patrol Office behind the scenes. They are a deliberation body that develops human art, so it is their duty to tap potential musicians.¡±


    Masenegu shared his conjectures about the ''discussion group'' with the troubadour who did not care about current affairs, and then said mysteriously in a tone like "insider revelations":


    "But judging from the subtle timing of this solicitation, the intensity of rewards and related events, I have a guess that I think is very likely. You know, I have a wide network of social contacts and there are many sources of information."


    "I guess this matter has something to do with Carolyn Van Ning, the music director of the Old Symphony Orchestra!!"


    "By the way, do you know this musician? Have you heard of ''Death and the Maiden'', ''E Little Concert'', ''Aria Keyboard Variations''? Have you heard of ''Giant'' and ''Resurrection''?"


    Masenegu issued three rounds of torture.


    ""


    Fan Ning''s long hair fluttered, feeling the soft and sweet taste on the tip of her tongue: "There has been too much noise in recent years, I have heard his name."


    ¡¿


    "Look, even Mr. Scheler, who lives in seclusion in the Western Continent, knows this." The knight commander paced back and forth, stepping on all the hot sharp stones hanging a millimeter or two nearby, "But , on the premiere day of ''Resurrection Symphony'' in the Northern Continent 8 days ago, he left a handover letter of resignation that made people confused, and then disappeared completely! "


    "I don''t know if you know that Director Fan Ning, who is only 24 years old, is also a prominent figure in Tioleon''s official knowledgeable organization. Now everyone''s latest evaluation of him is ''less than two'' ¡ª¡ª''Only under the master'', ''Only under the enlightened one'' Now, he has made big news that shocked both the music world and the extraordinary world!"


    "Oh." Fan Ning continued to eat bananas expressionlessly.


    Masenegu lowered his voice when he said this: "Although there is no overt conflict between the forces in this matter, I estimate that Fan Ning''s resignation is most likely due to a dispute with the Special Patrol Office. What a contradiction! They are recruiting potential musicians from all over the continent, not only to properly fulfill their duties as a ''discussion group'', but also to offer rewards to investigate Fan Ning''s whereabouts after leaving without saying goodbye. These people love to make a name for themselves, and they can do both things along the way."


    Fan Ning was silent for a long time, threw the banana peel aside, and commented with a half-smile:


    "You know the Special Patrol Office."


    The "guide" laughed when he heard this, "Anyway, that''s what happened. I''ll let you know in advance." He strode away, leaving Fan Ning behind as he walked towards the group of caravan umbrellas.


    "Whether the conspiracy theory is a ''recommendation bonus'' or a ''clue bounty'' has nothing to do with us. It''s all about money anyway. Whether it is the nature of this kind of investigation, the necessary procedures must be followed. Speaking of which, if we can really find Fan Director Ning, or find a musician with the same potential as him, then I can buy an earldom next year."


    Fan Ning heard the corner of his mouth twitching. Looking at Masenegu''s back, he couldn''t help but move his fingers.


    "By the way, I have another suggestion." The knight commander suddenly stopped again.


    "What?" Fan Ning asked subconsciously.


    "It''s best to change to a guitar, so that my 800-pound referral bonus will be more secure." He chewed the banana with relish, walked backwards and spoke, then turned around. Finally, Fan Ning heard a quiet admiration:


    "It smells so good."

 Movement 1: Poem of Awakening (24): Gunfight

    Are you a fun person or a smart person?


    Fan Ning, who had just woken up from the Blue Star dream, was currently complaining and slandering in his heart, and his murderous intention continued to arise and then dissipate.


    This person knows the information that should be obtained and the tricks of the trade better than anyone else, but he is very stupid on the most core issues.


    It wasn''t until half a minute passed that the invisible force that was eager to try slowly subsided. Fan Ning stood on tiptoe again and pulled a handful of red bananas, followed behind, and walked in the direction of the caravan.


    At this moment, he considered two aspects: First, what happened has already happened, and this person "killed it first and reported it later", and he told the whole story quite boldly and gave him a sum of money; second, since the Special Inspection Department had such a problem, With one move, sooner or later, he will be recommended by people around him who have a "discerning eye for talent". Unless he completely stops engaging in music activities and gives up promotion to a profound person, this is impossible for artists or knowledgeable people.


    Regardless of whether his hands and feet were done cleanly, as long as Masenegu, the "external mediator" and recommender, disappears, what will happen next can be predicted: except for focusing the attention on himself, there will be no benefit.


    Instead, it is better to keep an eye on this guy. At least one of his "advantages" is that every now and then, he boasts that "he is from a well-known family, has extensive connections, and is well-informed." If I hadn''t done this today, I still don''t know when I would have learned this. matter.


    So the conversation ended, and the only change was that Fan Ning had an extra 200 pounds of gold coins in his pocket.


    The hired man and the coachman had already removed the umbrellas and closed the canopy. He got back into his spacious carriage. Luna quickly held the umbrella and prepared to get up and get off:


    "Mr. Scheele, I''ll change the car. You can rest first. Good afternoon."


    "I''ll just take a nap for a while, you can do it yourself."


    "Oh." The little girl put the umbrella away again, but still moved it farther away.


    She yawned, spread out the mat, curled up her legs and lay down on the sofa.


    Fan Ning closed his eyes and leaned inside, and began to think about the other key words revealed in Marseille Negu''s mouth - the meaning of "external transfer officer" and "liaison office".


    The threat of the spread of abnormal areas is not limited to the Northern Continent. The members of the discussion group include all official organizations in the world, and the Special Inspection Office is the team leader. Massenego¡¯s words reflect from the side that the Special Inspection Office is in major cities in overseas countries. A large number of "liaison offices" were deployed.


    Since it is a liaison office, there will definitely be a person in charge stationed there. In other words, there are investigators from the Special Inspection Office in the Southern Continent and even in Tia City.


    But they are definitely severely understaffed.


    There are only a few official knowledgeable people with clean origins and low contamination risks, and there are not even enough investigators from Tiolion.


    Let¡¯s make a reasonable guess: Due to the objective problems of geography and manpower, the Liaison Office has more civilian and extraordinary forces. The Special Patrol Office will absorb some knowledgeable people with reliable backgrounds and non-clergy in the local area, and use entrusted rewards + loose management. To carry out benign cooperation, this is the optimal solution under limited conditions.


    That''s why there are "external mediators" or "genuine guides" like Marseille Negu.


    After sorting out the joints, Fan Ning realized more clearly that although this place did not have as strong a mysterious side control as Diolain, the sights and traces of activities in the Special Inspection Hall were far more than he had thought before!


    After traveling for several more hours, Fan Ning pondered the details of the follow-up response in his mind, when suddenly there were several "bang bang" gunshots, and then the carriage stopped.


    There was a commotion outside, and Luna woke up and sat up.


    "What''s going on?" Fan Ning, who had closed his eyes to relax, opened his eyes and sat calmly in his original position to ask.


    "They must have encountered gangs that were roaming around and looting. Our wilderness and rainforests are mostly deserted. It is difficult for the police and the army to take care of everything. Therefore, caravans are often followed and intercepted by gangs when they go outside..."


    The little girl''s face was obviously still a little scared, but she said comfortingly: "Mr. Scheler, don''t worry, we also have guns. The guards are well-paid and well-trained, and the ''guide'' Mr. Masenegu His specialty is settling this kind of thing..."


    "Brother Wei Wei, are you still working in such a hot weather?" As soon as Luna finished speaking, Masai Negu''s voice came from outside.


    "Hey, Mr. Knight Commander of the ''Golden Suan Ni'' personally escorted him. How much did he charge?" A man''s voice sounded angry.


    After hearing this, she quietly opened a window along the direction and secretly looked at the situation outside. Fan Ning also looked outside.


    Masai Negu stood there, dealing with two burly men with dark skin opposite him.


    Moreover, Fan Ning''s spiritual sense could accurately sense that there were 14 revolvers or short-barreled shotguns aimed at the knight in the distance. There were more people holding crossbows and weapons hiding in the grass. There were also 8 caravans on his side. Aiming the firearm at the other two people.


    The two sides were confronting each other. Marseille was acting very calm and capable at the moment. Fan Ning could hear that they seemed to be calling each other''s house numbers, and then they were talking about a ratio, first 5%, then 2%, and finally settled on 3%. .


    "You guys, please come down and unload the goods so that your friends can see what''s new." Masai Negu waved his hand.


    After being confirmed by Chretien in the carriage, the hired drivers did as they were told. The gang called a few tall and thin men to look through the goods first, then pointed at the goods with their fingers and began to count in their mouths.


    Fan Ning could probably see that the supplies for this "Flower Ceremony" celebration included precious spices, dried flowers, jam and tea bricks.


    During the standoff with guns, they talked again. This time, it seemed that they were estimating the value of the goods. After several disputes, they decided on the number of pounds.


    So Trova asked someone to count 450 pounds of gold coins and throw them over. The gunmen on both sides began to retreat from each other. Soon, the gangs withdrew and there was no actual conflict.


    The caravan took their positions and the carriages started moving again.


    "If more railways could be built, this situation might be much less." Luna breathed a sigh of relief and closed the curtains. In a short while, her face and arms were tanned like a piece of fragile rice paper soaked in water.


    Fanning did not say much. This little episode was not even a splash in his past experience. He closed his eyes again to recover his inspiration.


    He knew the geographical conditions of the southern continent. It was probably difficult for the industrially developed Theolian to build railways. There were vast land, sparse population, rainforests and islands here. The only railway was built from the 1980s until 4 years ago.


    A single direction and route cannot fully meet the needs of trade and passenger transport. The authorities are building several other railways, but they are far from completion. Most caravans still have to use the current method to transport goods.


    This time it took longer, around five or six in the afternoon, and there were several "bang bang" shots outside, and the caravan stopped again.


    "What the hell? Are the gangs in the southern continent so rampant?" Fanning, who had rested well at this time, opened the door curtain himself with a bit of curiosity.


    A similar confrontation.


    The other side sent a dwarf to negotiate, but unexpectedly, Marseille Negu had a completely opposite attitude this time, and didn''t say a word of nonsense.


    He took out his revolver and shot the other side in the head!


    "Bang!¡ª¡ª" Blood bloomed, and the dwarf just opened his mouth and fell on his back.


    "Fuck, son of a bitch!" A loud curse came from the crowd behind the opposite side. Several people raised their pistols and pulled the trigger. More people rushed up with machetes.


    "You are looking for death." Marseille sneered, moved slightly, raised the short-barreled shotgun and fired three times in a row. Several blood flowers splashed in the bushes, and the guards also drew their guns and looked for cover.


    "Be careful of the bullets!"


    "Shoot these idiots who only care about money and not their lives!"


    "Bang! - Bang Bang Bang!!! - "Ah!!!"


    "Dodge, dodge! Get down in the carriage!"


    "Fuck, it''s a bomb!"


    For a while, the gunshots outside were mixed with shouts and wails. Luna was so scared that she fell on the carpet. Just as she was about to remind Fanning loudly, Fanning stood up and pulled her up:


    "Come on, get off with me."

 The first movement: Awakening Poem (25): Repeated jumps (two in one)

    "Ah, my leg!"


    Fanning grabbed the guitar in one hand and Luna in the other. As soon as he jumped off the car, he felt his feet slip and heard a shrill howl.


    A hired worker was trembling and crawling under the carriage. His shoes stepped firmly on his knees.


    "Bang! Bang! Bang!" There was no rules at all for this kind of gunfight between the caravan and the gangsters. The guards took cover on their own and temporarily avoided the sharp edge. Then they drew their guns and shot at each other. There was dust stirred up by bullets all around. In the distance, the voice of Massenegu was still shouting, "The people of the caravan family lie on the car, lie on the car, don''t get off!"


    The smell of dust and gunpowder lingered on the tip of his nose. Amid the crackling sound of shattering glass, Fanning, who was holding the little girl''s arm, stared at two gangsters with mustaches on the side of the road.


    The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the two of them.


    "Mr. Scheller, be careful!" Luna was so scared that she covered her face with her hand, and her other hand was trying to pull or push Fanning down.


    The gunfight was already in chaos, and the mustache gangster saw someone get off the car, and without saying a word, he fired several shots.


    But then he slightly turned the gun and stared at the muzzle with smoke.


    He was sure that he was aiming very accurately and the distance was not far, so why did the two opponents seem to be fine?


    In fact, after the bullets were four or five meters away from Fanning, they were pushed in the opposite direction by an invisible force, and the speed slowed down greatly, and fell into the gravel on the road in a horizontal trajectory.


    While he was stunned, the mustache gangster saw a brown-black smoking tube on the ground from the corner of his eye.


    "Fuck! Where did you throw the grenade!?" The man was shocked and fell to the ground.


    "Go forward, are you blind?" The young man next to him was loading the magazine, and he lowered his head after hearing his words.


    The next moment, he was so frightened that his face turned pale. He howled in fear, and the whole person dropped the gun and the handle, but he didn''t have time to react.


    "Boom!" The airflow exploded, and flames and thick smoke rose up.


    This kind of hand grenade before the 19th century was not as powerful as the modern one, and it was also a smuggled munitions of the gangsters in the southern continent. The quality was uneven, but the distance between the two people was too close.


    After the black smoke dissipated, the face of the gangster who threw the gun could no longer be seen. He was directly cut into a bloody mess by the dense shrapnel, and there were two big holes in his neck and chest. He fell to the ground and died on the spot.


    And the man who had barely lied down before was now dragging his charred broken legs and bloody lower body, howling heartbreakingly and crawling away.


    Fanning slowly passed by the two people with a guitar in his arms, and ignored the man who was not dead yet.


    During this period, the sound of gunfire still rang in her ears, and the two horses in the carriage were also hit by stray bullets and fell to the ground.


    "Sit here and take a rest." After walking twenty meters away, Fanning pointed to a stump in the grass outside the gravel road.


    "Ah! Here?"


    Luna''s heart was pounding. She walked so ostentatiously just now. Her intuition told her that at least someone had aimed at this side and shot several times, but for some reason she didn''t get shot.


    She thought the two of them had escaped by luck. At this moment, she felt that the distance was still too short. She wanted to pull Mr. Scheller away from it, but the other party sat down directly. She was a little worried about her family''s situation, so she had to clench her fists and look forward.


    "Don''t worry, it''s almost done." Fanning held the piano and lowered his head, playing a series of cadenzas as if nothing had happened, just like sitting in front of the piano and randomly pressing the keys on weekdays.


    He probably knew why Massenegu didn''t say a word this time and shot the other party who negotiated the price directly.


    The strength of the gangsters this time was not strong. They did not have as many guns and manpower as last time. They did not carry military crossbows, and their slogans like "reputation in the world" were probably not loud enough.


    Although Fanning thought that this "guide" Masenegu was a joke before, Fanning now found that he was definitely not a peacemaker who would make his employer bleed at every turn.


    He was comparing strength and looking for opportunities to deal with people while ensuring the overall safety of the protected.


    He was a middle-level knowledgeable person. Compared with Theolian, this way of mixing in the southern continent was not "elegant", but he was definitely not slow in making money, buying land, and buying a title, and his social status in the upper class was definitely not low.


    Fanning''s judgment was correct. In fact, the gunfight seemed noisy, but it was silent after two or three minutes.


    The "Ashes" studied by Massenegu gave him a flexible body and bullet avoidance sensitivity. His shooting skills were extremely accurate. He killed two people on the opposite side in a firefight. Then he threw extraordinary darts that seemed to have tracking and spinning characteristics, cutting the throats of two people, and the guards also broke the legs of one person.


    Fanning had originally dealt with two people, and now all the long-range threats were eliminated. Then a group of thugs with shields and machetes who took advantage of the opportunity to sneak up were directly stabbed to death by Massenegu holding a long sword in a few encounters.


    After leaving behind more than a dozen human corpses and a similar number of horse corpses, the gangsters began to retreat in disgrace. Some of them fled in the bushes, and some took advantage of the chaos to run away and ride their own horses.


    So Fanning reached out to press the strings and calmly signaled Luna that she could go back.


    The guards were counting the casualties, and the eldest son Trowa also jumped off the carriage and began to coordinate.


    Two hired workers were killed by grenades thrown by another gangster. Two unlucky guards and the driver were hit by stray bullets. Two guards had their backs slashed. The rest were just some bumps and bruises while dodging in a panic. Bruised people.


    "It wasn''t like this before. The ''guides'' at the end of the last century were not so difficult to get along with."


    After entering the orderly processing stage, Masenegu walked to Fan Ning and spoke.


    His eyes were full of meaning. Just a certain distance away, his attention was mainly on the gun battle, but he somewhat noticed the situation on Scheler''s side.


    Although he didn''t know why the two of them walked so carelessly without being hit by a bullet, and he didn''t know why the grenade inexplicably killed the gangster himself, he had already known that the troubadour was also a wise person. The mysterious words that appear in people''s conversations actually acquiesce to this point.


    These low-ranking intellectuals who understand art may have some light of first knowledge similar to spiritual characteristics, the kind that can make ignorant people with weak inspiration lose their minds.


    "How was it before?" Fan Ning watched the people in front of him bandaging the wounded without turning around.


    "At that time, when gangs were plundering me, I couldn''t care about all the twists and turns. I would go up and chop them for a while. Normally, when gangs came up in large numbers, I and my guards would only stab them to death one by one." We all know that if an extremely powerful gang encounters a low-ranking person by chance, it is not too late to stop and negotiate as little as possible. Caravans and gangs seek wealth rather than life, but no one''s money can be blown away by a strong wind. Yes." Masenegu wiped his blood-stained sword.


    "Aren''t you the same now?" Fan Ning glanced at him, "Or theoretically, you should be stronger than before."


    "It is said that swords have no eyes, but bullets do." Massenego patted the ashes on his body, "So I often say that this industrial age is really unfriendly to us knights. Look at the current gangster robberies. What kind of custom is this? ..." He pointed at the corpse on the ground sadly with his revolver, "... When they come up, they point their guns directly at people, even though everyone is equipped with firearms, no one is afraid of anyone. , but if my employer keeps having casualties, how can I get commissions?¡±


    "And to be honest, your and my bodies are still as brittle as paper. When faced with too strong a firepower threat, everyone will feel scared in the bottom of their hearts. Besides, who knows if there is a knowledgeable person in the opposite team? Now even the mysterious side The battle between them is becoming more and more variable.¡±


    Speaking of this, he shrugged helplessly: "This line of work is really difficult. I regret that I didn''t study the piano properly before, otherwise I might be able to marry the daughter of a marquis by now."


    "..."


    Fan Ning originally thought that his complaint had some truth, and was about to nod in agreement, but he almost got a slap in the face at his words.


    Massenego strode to a corpse with its throat slit, groped in its pockets, and at the same time waved to several Chretien family guards beside him to disperse and help.


    "I lost the first battle, and I am a poor man." Half a minute later, he helplessly spread out his hand, which showed only a few gold coins with a face value of 1 pound. "Mr. Scheler, judging from past experience, I bet you won''t be able to get your money back today. "


    "Good luck." Fan Ning watched them looking for loot calmly.


    Compared to making money from art in Tioline, these amounts are just a drop in the bucket.


    But maybe there are similarities in feelings, such as the scene when Turner Art Hall first opened and closed every night, and I and my companions counted the box office revenue with expectant faces.


    A total of 8 horses died in the caravan. After making up for it from the spare horses, the 6 horses left behind by the gang were brought into the team.


    Then, they seized a total of 140 pounds of gold coins from 12 corpses, as well as rings, earrings, nose rings, bracelets and other jewelry valued at around 300 pounds. Massenegu believed that this was a moderately lucky grade, because jewelry is not as good as cash. , there is always a discount when selling, after all, the last loss is not earned back.


    But then, when the knight used his expertise to tame a fierce horse that was not cooperative enough to return to the team, he unexpectedly found a lot of gold coins in the saddle bag!


    The total denomination is 500 pounds!


    "Now I really believe how easy it is for a troubadour to bring good luck to the journey." Massenego once again admired Scheler. He generously and fairly gave Trois 300 pounds for the casualties. After repairing the medical, pension and caravan facilities, as well as making up for some of the previous losses, he immediately packed another 100 pounds and handed the small bag to Fan Ning.


    "I''m not a caravan guard." Fan Ning looked at him in surprise.


    Half of the total price of 840 pounds of loot was quickly divided... Although this guy was thinking about getting money to buy knights in order to achieve his "ultimate goal of knighthood", and he shot and killed people whenever he disagreed, but why did he always Does it give people a very "martial arts" feeling?


    "If those two people hadn''t accidentally blown themselves up, our casualties and losses might have increased a lot." Masenego''s smile always had a meaning of "I have seen through everything".


    Fan Ning took it, took out the bag of 200 pounds of gold coins in his pocket, and threw it directly towards Luna next to him.


    "Mr. Scheele, what are you talking about?" She took it hurriedly.


    "It''s too heavy. I''m too lazy to pick it up. Please help me put it away."


    Luna opened it and took a quick look. The golden light shone like a dream.


    Although I meant to keep it for you, I always felt that something was wrong. I was the one who made the invitation. Why did my small treasury triple in size?


    Everyone around was watching this scene in amazement and admiration.


    This Mr. Scheler is really, his realm is ethereal and extraordinary...


    The hired workers and drivers simply repaired some of the damage to the team, and then dug two pits on the spot to bury the dead. The weather was hot and it took a lot of effort. As for the gangsters who came up to seek death, no one would care after dragging their bodies to the side of the grass. In the rainforests and islands of the southern country, there are more than tens of thousands of leaves, berries and animal remains rotting every day.


    Fei Li used the lute to sweep out a simple and solemn broken chord, and then a dozen people in the team hummed a short melody with their voices of varying quality. The speed was not fast, and the fourth degree ascending was used as the motive for the development of each section. It had a heavy and even rhythm, and a more solemn and simple interval structure.


    Fanning was quite interested in folk music materials, and he grasped the musical image of this melody in an instant.


    It should be a common mourning music in the southern continent.


    After the interlude of the gunfight with the gangsters, the caravan set off again.


    It was still the warm sunshine and the exotic scenery, but there were 14 bodies left beside the gravel road just now.


    In the next two days, they encountered several waves of the Hercules gang. Fanning gradually discovered that regardless of whether Marseille Negu''s previous "wise eye for talent" was a great wisdom or a great foolishness, at least his style as a "guide" was really unique.


    When it was judged that the other side had too many guns and the employer''s safety risk was uncontrollable, he would act as a peacemaker and be fully responsible for negotiating the "toll". First, they would announce their families, then negotiate the ratio, and finally inspect the goods and set the price. Each link was a subtle game.


    When the other side was weaker and the risk was relatively controllable, they would just shoot him in the face, and then stage a black-eating-black drama.


    It can be said that he jumped back and forth between the roles of robbery and being robbed.


    Fanning didn''t know how much money he received from the Chr¨¦tien family for this commission, but after adding up the positive and negative income statistics of several waves, Marseille Negu earned at least an extra 600 to 700 pounds.


    The caravan also recovered its losses. After deducting the medical and pension expenses, although there were still some losses, it was really not much. For such long-distance merchants, any employer would be willing to spend some money to buy peace.


    But on the third and fourth days of the journey, no more gangs were encountered.


    There were few people outside the city-state. The previous Port of Bakrizo was already a small settlement on the outer edge of the city-state of Missin. These overly deep coastlines and rainforests were not suitable for long-term stays for the looting teams pursuing light mobility, and the probability of finding the target was not high. They would only sweep around the city-state as much as possible.


    "Boom!!!"


    "Hua La La La La¡ª¡ª"


    The carriage stopped in the rainforest, the sky was dark, thunder was roaring, and there was white mist everywhere.


    The weather in midsummer is unpredictable. On the afternoon of the fourth day, there were several rounds of heavy rain. The drivers were obviously very experienced in dealing with such situations. Although the weather changed suddenly, they always took some moisture-proof measures for dry goods and accompanying guests before the downpour came completely.


    The heavy rain made the leather covering on the roof crackle. Through a gap in the carriage door, Fanning could see wet grass and flowers and trees swaying in the wind and rain. Later, the mist became bigger and bigger, and it was all white.


    Today, his strength has basically recovered.


    This round of storm lasted for half an hour and then suddenly dissipated. The drivers jumped down and began to remove the leather curtain.


    Fanning just put his hand on the curtain bolt to get some fresh air, and he heard someone shouting below:


    "How did we get out of the rain forest?"


    Hearing this, he quickly lifted the door curtain, and his pupils shrank slightly.


    The setting sun shines on the sea, and before your eyes is a white sandy beach peninsula surrounded by the sea on three sides.

 The first movement: Awakening Poem (26): Spring Dream, Disturbance (two in one)

    Fan Ning and Luna jumped out of the carriage one after another.


    There is heavy hot water vapor rising on the white beach, making people feel like taking a sauna.


    The abundant rainfall passed quickly, and the feeling on the toes gradually changed from muddy to dry. After Fan Ning walked around several carriages to check, he discovered that there was still a rain forest not far from the beach, but he really didn''t know how he got here. The caravan had been traveling through the rainforest all afternoon and was still a certain distance from the sea.


    "I just got lost." At this time, Masenegu''s voice came, "You will get lost a few times. The journey has been a bit hasty these two days. It is almost evening, so rest early, walk in, and pick a place to light a fire."


    Under his command and dispatch, the caravan began to make slight adjustments.


    The storm that had just raged and roared now had no lingering effect. The sun gradually set, and the sea in the distance was so calm that there was no ripple. The waves crashed quietly on the shore and then faded away, leaving behind waves of light-colored seaweed and broken shells.


    When traveling long distances in hot weather, fresh meat, vegetables and fruits cannot be carried for a long time. However, it is difficult for travelers in the south to be reduced to eating dry food because the numerous gifts from the "Fanghui Poet" will accompany them all the way.


    Some people picked up several baskets of mushrooms nearby. Masenegu sifted through them carefully, discarding a small portion that were uncertain, and asked the chefs to put them into the boiling water, followed by a few spice leaves, Dried bamboo shoots, ginger and white peppercorns, as well as seaweed washed from the beach and simply treated with salt.


    Not long after, Fan Ning smelled a vague but alluring fragrance.


    Seeing him sitting on the beach with his piano in his arms, several girls gathered around him, including the eldest sister Camilla, who had said before that she was "not her type." Then the two trainee bards and the family''s eldest son Trowa followed closely. thereafter.


    The employer Chretien is consulting the "Guide" about compensation or pensions for the aftermath. In the past few days, his caravan has lost four employees and coachmen. According to Masenegu, they are "too unlucky." , because the number of gangsters under his control has exceeded 30. Compared with the targets he is responsible for protecting, only Trova has some paint on his arm.


    The rain forest next to it is still wet, humid and hot, with frogs chirping and insects chirping. Not only the place where the mushrooms are cooked, but also the entire depression near the sea is like a half-open pot, with the horizon lingering. The setting sun is like a ball of red fire, slowly boiling, slowly boiling, making the mushroom soup slurp, and as soon as the lid of the pot is opened, the fresh fragrance emerges impatiently, and it continues for several seconds. Every wounded person wrapped in white gauze was in great spirits, as if just taking a few bites of the air would bring him great satisfaction.


    On the other side, someone is counting the plump seafood scooped from the offshore sand, soon to be cooked on a wood-fired grill or griddle.


    The warm and romantic midsummer, the rich and colorful products, the beautiful music, the gun battles along the way, the rude wealth transfer, and the rotting corpses left behind.


    Fanning continues to understand violence and pastoral poetry.


    "Ding~dong~dong~ding~dong~dong"


    The guitar under his fingertips flowed with decomposed chords in 6/8 time, and he plucked the two high-pitched strings to create a sweet melody with dots and waves.


    During these four or five days of travel, he played all the songs of "Winter Journey", but the one that best suited his current physical and mental state and that he liked to sing repeatedly was the current number 11: "Spring Dream".


    In the night sky, pure white starlight descended gracefully. The girls curled up their legs and held their chins, imagining reading the past of the troubadour through music. Longing thoughts burst out from their rose-colored bodies like streamers. The light veil shines through like a candlelight shining through a lamp.


    In the fourth bar, Fan Ning sings a ballad in the key of A major, with a slightly faster tempo, a melodious melody, and a gentle voice:


    "I dream of colorful flowers,


    Those are the flowers of May;


    I dream of green grass,


    There are birds singing happily everywhere. "


    In the flowing sound of the piano, the short four-section poem instantly takes the listener to a happy past dream and a heart-pounding spring day.


    An only felt that the street in the sun was surrounded by flowers, and the person she liked was holding hands in front of her to lead the way, and she looked back and smiled while her hair was flying.


    The vague words of love come from the wind, and the throbbing grows in the panic


    But soon, the protagonist¡¯s beautiful dream was interrupted by coldness and noise. The three-beat accompaniment in Fan Ning¡¯s hand stopped abruptly and was replaced by sharp diminished seventh chords and octave tremolo:


    "When the rooster crows for the first time,


    My eyes have awakened;


    It''s cold and dark outside,


    It''s the crows prowling on the roof! "


    The protagonist''s emotions also brought excitement and anger, especially when he sang the high-pitched restoration fa, the Janus version of "Raven Raven!", Fan Ning''s tone suddenly rose, with a hint of being awakened from a sweet dream. The helpless words she gritted her teeth made Luna stunned for a moment.


    The dramatic treatment makes people laugh at first, but when you put yourself in the situation and think about it carefully, you only feel desolate and pitiful.


    "Who is at the window again?


    Draw these green leaves;


    Could it be that in mocking this winter,


    A dreamer who sees flowers? "


    The speed of Fan Ning''s singing changed to a slow pace, and her emotions calmed down with compromise, and gradually returned to the original dream song, but the sorrow of reality became a haze in the subconscious, and everything was helpless and mixed:


    "I dream of eternal love,


    Dreaming about a beautiful girl,


    Dreaming of hearts and passionate kisses,


    Dream about joy and luck.


    When the rooster crows for the first time,


    Already awakened my heart;


    I sit alone,


    Thinking back on my dreams. "


    The rhythm of the classical guitar accompaniment changes to 2/4 time, and everything becomes gentle and stagnant. The protagonist asks questions in the last verse as if speaking. In reality, there is darkness and coldness with little hope:


    "I close my eyes again,


    There is still passion in the heartbeat;


    When will the leaves outside the window turn green?


    When will I see my lover? "


    The song was originally in the main key of A major, but at the end, Fan Ning changed it to a bleak key of A minor. At the end, only the melancholy reveries and longings were left. Just as everyone was savoring the sentimental aftertaste, there was a sudden sound in the crowd. There was a burst of exclamation, almost at the same time as Fan Ning strummed the last A minor chord¡ª¡ª


    "Do you see why there is a ship suddenly on the coast?"


    Although this untimely sound did not affect Fan Ning''s performance, it undoubtedly destroyed the almost perfect listening loop at the last moment of the music. Several fruits on the coconut tree nearby that originally shone with pink light eventually returned to a relatively more red color. Less orange.


    Fan Ning bit his lip and frowned. He had been exposed to "pool" pollution many times before. Recently, when he conceived music on this land, his inspiration seemed to be more influenced by "pools". He was originally borrowing Playing the piano relieved some of the restlessness in reality and dreams, and I continued to play and sing "Loneliness" and "Mail Train" with some interest, but now my mood turned into irritability.


    But this cannot be blamed on the audience who made the noise. When they see someone or something inexplicably intruding, they are right to warn loudly as soon as possible.


    Everyone followed the sound and saw that there was indeed a ship parked on the coast. It was obvious in the night because the lights in the windows were very bright.


    This time, the "spring dream" was really "disturbed".


    "When did you come here?" Masenegu put his sword on his back and loaded his rifle, his eyes full of vigilance.


    It seems to be a steam ferry, small and medium-sized, with a passenger capacity of more than 20, but why did it stop here without making any sound?


    It is indeed even more strange when it is related to the matter of getting lost just after the storm.


    "Everyone else will get on the bus first, and the guards will find cover before they are too far away." He said immediately. Although there are many strange things happening these days, what is more realistic than dealing with strange things is that you still have to beware of firearms that can kill people at the slightest disagreement.


    Luna quickly picked up Fan Ning who was holding the guitar, and then dragged him into the car.


    The next moment, a dozen people got off the steam ferry, one riding a horse, one walking, and the others carrying two iron boxes.


    The first person to breathe a sigh of relief was Chretien, the head of the caravan family. He was looking at the situation outside through the gap in the curtains. In any case, the people on the other side were people and not anything else. The worst thing that could happen was that a group of people came to rob him again. Gangster.


    Although moving boxes still seems a bit strange.


    The seafood was smoking in the boiling oil on the iron plate, and the big pot filled with mushroom soup was still slurping. The other party approached the caravan in silence. Massenegu and the guards tensed up and stood there without saying a word. Not sent.


    But after a minute, when the two sides got closer, the knight commander seemed to relax.


    Under the bright starlight on a clear night, he saw the pink bouquet symbol on the last saddle.


    Are the people riding the horses from the church?


    The walker in front seemed to be dressed as a "guide". He had a beard, a thin face, and raised eyes. He wore a light-colored chainmail over a white shirt. He was not armed and had a dagger at his waist.


    "The Chretien family of the Mising Chamber of Commerce?" he asked.


    "Yes, any advice?" Trois jumped off the carriage first, followed closely by his father Chretien, because the father and son also saw the witness talisman of "Fanghui Poet" behind him.


    Masai Negu stepped aside and was thinking calmly.


    How did this ¡°guide¡± get involved with the church?


    Generally speaking, the "guides" of Yeluzi take over their own work, while the external transferees who are loosely managed by the Special Patrol Department, that is, the "real guides" have more and better jobs, but no matter what, Fanghui Temple generally There will be no entrustment relationship with the "guide".


    Masenegu is not a church believer. In terms of the amount of money given to him, the Special Patrol Office is his biggest benefactor. Moreover, the private work rules of the "guide" industry are not like this. Not only does this person not register a number, he also He simply ignored himself and asked his employer.


    But the church power in the southern continent is also very powerful. He was a little worried about the man on horseback with a low brim behind him, but said nothing.


    "The Chretien family... that''s right. There is a ''Seven Blessings'' nourishment and escort commission from you. Now please hand it over in advance." The bearded man said.


    "I don''t understand what you mean. We are a supply caravan of spices, jams and other supplies." Troy replied calmly and cautiously.


    The bearded man shook his head, smiled, and waved back.


    Masenegu''s hand holding the gun suddenly tightened, but the next moment, he saw several people behind him opening the two iron boxes.


    "Count."


    Under the starlight, the box was full of gold pounds!


    Troya relaxed and glanced at Masenegu with some embarrassment, and then confirmed with still uncertainty: "Um... Sir, I''m afraid we''re not even halfway through the journey this time, the gift of the ''Seven Blessings'' Is the progress of nourishment not enough..."


    "It doesn''t matter. The time required for the temple is as early as possible. Once the money is counted, there will be no problem. Just leave it to me." The other party said.


    Masenegu is a socially shrewd person, and he probably understood what was going on when he heard this.


    It''s just that these chamber of commerce families hid some rare items with a higher value than the original goods in the supply carriages. Although Trova looked a little embarrassed, he felt that this was normal.


    There are always some secrets in any business group. Employers do not need to tell themselves in detail about these things, especially to outsiders. If they are exposed, when they meet gangs and negotiate the percentage of "tolls", they will also use the base price of goods. The estimated value has been inflated, which does no one any good.


    The wool comes from the sheep, and the blood and costs paid by these caravans ultimately affect the speed at which one can make money to buy a nobleman and marry a noble lady.


    However... this time it sounds a little special and interesting. It seems to be an extraordinary item needed by the Fanghui Temple for rituals. It needs to be nourished by gifts from the journey to achieve certain mysterious properties, so it secretly commissioned some caravans to travel. supply?


    After going through these steps quickly in his mind, Massenego unloaded his gun. He was not interested in paying attention to the size of the order that his employer secretly took. He sat aside to avoid suspicion and took a bowl, which was white and plump and filled with steam. The rich mushroom soup was overflowing with flavor. I took a sip and sighed again:


    "It smells so good."


    While Trois was rummaging around in the jam cart, Chretien winked and motioned for his men to quickly go up and count the money.


    After confirming that the commission fee of 6,000 pounds and the upfront deposit of 2,000 pounds were undoubtedly, Troya handed over a small bottle with a packaging that was roughly the same as jam but with a dark brown glass.


    It is said that this mysterious commission from the church only requires seven transactions, and the family has to use many connections to win one of them. You must know that the "Flower Ceremony" goods worth 15,000 pounds, after being successfully sold, will only make 60-70% off all the costs. Thousand pounds, the reward for this mysterious order can directly rival him, and its importance can be imagined.


    Now that the cash is directly in hand, the commission is successfully delivered ahead of schedule.


    I thought the matter was over, but I didn''t expect the bearded man to speak again:


    "Then, the little girl of your family''s ''gone color'', please also give it to the church to take away."


    "What!?" As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Chretien and Trois changed, and even Camilla and Ann, who were hiding in the carriage next to them and listening to the conversation, were also shocked.


    Masai Negu''s face finally darkened. After putting down the mushroom soup bowl, he stood up and walked up to these people:


    "You''d better make it clearer. Also, don''t you know what to call this friend of the ''Hua Touching Man''?"


    Although the church was powerful and he had no affiliation with him, he still had some connections in the Special Patrol Office. He openly threatened his employer''s personal safety. If he didn''t stand up, his job would be ruined. Although this little girl had always been insignificant before, she was still a member of the family, and because Scheler was invited to accompany him, her importance in Chretien''s eyes had now increased.


    Marseille Negu is also a little confused about the reason. The "discolored people" are considered to be people who cannot be touched by the gifts of the "Fanghui Poet". This means that they are not favored, cannot achieve success, and their status is marginalized, and also Not being a member of the evil god organization or a contaminated person, he really didn''t understand what the church was going crazy about today.


    "This ''Guide'' turns out to be a knowledgeable and interesting person." A neutral male voice came from under the brim of the horse''s hat. "He has also entered the middle rank. He is an outsider. I advise you not to interfere in church affairs. Otherwise, there will be consequences at your own risk.¡±


    Masai Negu''s eyes flashed coldly, and he pulled away the sword on his back, but the next moment the man raised his hand to draw a circle in the air, and a ring of red heterogeneous light appeared under his feet.


    "Spiritual wall? Concrete inspiration?" His expression finally changed.


    The other party turned out to be a high-ranking and knowledgeable person, at least the top or second-ranked person in a local church!


    Although he could break through this spiritual wall with a little effort, he understood that the other party was not really attacking, but was threatening and warning him not to act rashly.


    The man on horseback seemed to sniff his nose lightly, and then pointed in the direction of a carriage next to him: "Go and bring that little girl down."


    "Yes, sir." The bearded man responded respectfully, and then strode towards that direction.


    After three steps, he walked two meters away when suddenly a low and indifferent voice came from the carriage:


    "roll."

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    Hearing this voice, the bearded man couldn''t help but be startled, but then a sneer appeared on his face:


    "Is that a member of your caravan family?"


    Chretien forced a smile and said a few words that were indifferent to him. The man did not stop and continued to repeat coldly:


    "Is that a member of your caravan family?"


    broken. Masai Negu, who was standing within the wall of spirituality, pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword, secretly thinking that something was wrong.


    The other party wanted to kidnap someone without saying a few words. The motive was inexplicable, and he was so powerful that even he didn''t dare to act rashly. He could have tried to communicate again...


    It''s not that he couldn''t understand Scheler''s situation just now. It was indeed very irritating when he was suddenly playing the piano and singing, surrounded by a group of girls and the atmosphere was just right. But the situation in front of him was no joke...


    Masenegu cleared his throat and spoke after careful consideration: "This troubadour has been falling out of love one after another not long ago and has experienced major emotional setbacks. Please forgive me for the artist''s common temper... However, you may be able to give some tips. Just to be clear, as far as I know ''The Lost One'' is just..."


    "Bang!!"


    He was only halfway through his words when suddenly a small, dull sound exploded in the air.


    A stone fell at everyone''s feet.


    Although the flight path cannot be clearly seen, there is no doubt that it was thrown from the direction of the carriage.


    "You" the bearded man covered his nose like a reflex, and traces of bright red blood spilled from his fingers.


    "Fuck you!!"


    The next moment, he let go of his hand, pulled away the dagger angrily, and rushed forward with a single step. A whirlwind of air flow formed around him, and he suddenly opened the car curtain, trying to pull out the damn guy inside. He responded with several cuts on his body.


    "Bang!!!" There was a louder sound, as if something was broken.


    The bearded man was knocked unconscious on the spot, his body shook a bit, the bridge of his nose was collapsed, and blood splattered on his lips and chin.


    This time everyone saw a red stone at the man''s feet. The strange color was fading and turned into the original gray after a few seconds.


    "This Scheler originally studied ''Chi''!?"


    "But what is going on? You can actually throw stones so hard. Could it be that your senses have strengthened your arm strength or accuracy? But if it was an unprepared sneak attack the first time, why could this person still be hit the second time?"


    Masai Negu felt that he understood it, but also felt that he did not understand it.


    He wasn''t even sure for a moment whether this was the light of first acquaintance or some miraculous skill.


    But the worry on his face became heavier. The low-ranking knowledgeable person in front of him was not the problem. The problem was the "Hua Touching Man" sitting on the horse behind him.


    "Before you go away, please close the door curtain for me."


    Everyone heard Scheler''s voice again, and then the "tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick" decomposed chord plucking of the guitar. The timbre was a bit unstable, and the finger-drop plucking was also very jerky. A trace of nervousness could be heard, which seemed to be for beginners. Pop-up sound.


    "Slow down the speed a little more. The most important thing is to be even and stable. Relax the wrist of your left hand and press the fingertips firmly." Scheler continued to speak unhurriedly, listening to the content as if he was teaching.


    The bearded man, who was dizzy after being hit by the stone, heard this series of words that were not very harmful but extremely insulting. The blood all over his body rushed to his face in an instant. His teeth were trembling and he wanted to hold a dagger violently. This At this time, a pleasant sound like a harp came from behind.


    "You should go back to the ship and rest first."


    A fruit-like object turned into powder from the hands of the man on horseback, and the light red mist blew all the way. The bearded man who was at the extreme of rage suddenly calmed down.


    "Okay sir." He just glanced at the carriage with a sinister look, then turned away while covering his collapsed and bleeding nose.


    Fan Ning smelled the fragrance of flowers that hit his face, and he also felt that his irritability was involuntarily relieved, but as his thoughts passed the extreme high-level inspiration of "Candle", his free will mood was restored.


    At this time, he frowned, because after stimulating his spiritual sense, he always felt that there were some familiar characteristics in the flower fragrance just now, which made him inexplicably recall some dream fragments before waking up on the beach.


    There is something strange about things that cannot be explained.


    The man on horseback took off his hat and jumped down. This was a man wearing a colorful cloak with too feminine white skin. He glanced at the strange berries hanging on the coconut tree not far away, and stood there thinking about it for a long time.


    This person is stronger than that knight. Although there is still a high degree of confidence in taking away the "lost man", the status of a bard of this level will make the aftermath work quite troublesome. Considering the secrecy of this operation, the goal can be temporarily compromised.


    The man in the flower cloak finally walked over slowly: "A bard who is close to greatness, his will cannot be ignored. You and I each take a step back, and I will take half a liter of her blood and go. Don''t worry, I will provide sufficient nutrients to keep her alive." Away from the risk of life, the temple will not protect a ''discolored person'', but the original intention is not to take human life. "


    Luna was holding the guitar, her thin shoulders shaking slightly with fear. Several people not far away were still hanging on. This amount of blood loss would kill the little girl under normal circumstances, even though this person had "nourishment" "One thing to say, but for her already weak body, it will definitely be a big punishment for her.


    Fan Ning was trying to figure out what was wrong when he heard the words and raised his head, his tone still casual:


    "Don''t you understand people? Close the curtain first and then get out."


    The "flower-touched man" man''s face darkened when he heard this.


    "A smart person won''t let things go untalked." He took out a special small bottle with a diversion groove from his cloak, and then stretched out his right hand with long nails, "I may change my mind at any time and return to the first option. Your safe way is to let her cooperate to get this bottle as soon as possible"


    "Crack!!!"


    The familiar interruption method, the feminine voice of the man in the flower cloak, was suddenly covered by the sound of wood hitting and breaking.


    The base of the carriage is higher, and the height of the carriage is even higher. Fanning suddenly jumped up, stood on the edge of the carriage, grabbed the guitar neck from Luna''s hand, and directly buckled the guitar on the other''s head!


    The entire inferior plywood panel was buckled through, and five of the six strings were broken, and the man in the flower cloak had only a head on it! !


    "Crunch, crunch, crunch"


    In Luna''s stunned eyes, Fanning loosened the guitar neck, shook his hands, twisted the string knob, and removed the purple string wrapped around the other''s head.


    He poured some clean water on the strings, took out a handkerchief and wiped it clean with great care, then glanced at him:


    "Sorry, I haven''t been in a good mood recently, but I feel better now. Do you mind?"


    "No... no, I don''t mind." The man in the cloak had a dull expression. For some reason, he felt a sense of paralysis as soon as he thought a little deeper. The only thing was that the threat of his carotid artery being cut was so strong that he dared not move at all.


    "That''s good." Fanning nodded and slowly raised his right hand.


    He made a gesture with five fingers stretched out.


    "Goodbye..." The man in the flower cloak thought Fanning was saying goodbye to him, so he also stretched out his hand blankly and waved at him.


    "? What are you doing?"


    Fanning looked at his movements with a puzzled look on his face.


    "I mean, this guitar is 5 pounds, and I asked you to pay for it."

 Chapter 182 Xilans Sister

    Chapter 616 Xilan¡¯s sister


    "The so-called ''supervision'' measures of some industries that are necessary and legitimate from the authorities? Hmm, it sounds high-sounding, but in fact it seems that these years are not ''supervision'', but eavesdropping, peeping and other shady measures." Surveillance ''methods''. Caroln, I don''t know if these things came into existence after I took over or before you left."


    "I finally know how the powerful intelligence network of the Special Patrol Office came about." Fan Ning looked calm and slowly walked around the room, "I''m afraid, this kind of skill is one of the keys, and it''s also very effective. It''s not that simple."


    "If you just eavesdrop and peep on the surface of the world, you won''t be able to detect anything substantial. No knowledgeable person with a little common sense will choose to talk about real secret intelligence and strange powers and gods in the waking world. These things are more like It is a kind of ''overall installation art'' that gradually enhances its understanding of the shape of our dreams by continuously receiving nearby subtle disturbances in the secret history, and then deduce the information conveyed in the hidden world."


    "I didn''t expect that I would be able to see these devices after being promoted to the third level of Xiaoxiao. Hmm, I''m afraid there are not a few of these devices in the entire Turner Art Hall! But at least this suite is clean now. Well, to be cautious, Xilan, you¡¯d better move your quilt back first and still sleep in the living room inside. It just so happens that all other household items in the room haven¡¯t been cleared yet.¡±


    "Okay." Sheeran expressed no objection, "Then where will you sleep?"


    Fan Ning pointed to the sofa against the wall in the office.


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    After Sheeran temporarily went out, Fanning pondered again, walked slowly to the balcony, and looked at the large garden with colored night lights in front of him, as well as the dark building opposite the Turner Art Hall.


    "Special Patrol Office? Haha"


    He took a deep breath, took a step back with his right leg, bent his knee slightly, and made another bow-drawing motion.


    The direction I aimed was the night sky in the middle of my Turner Art Hall.


    The inspiration instantly burned 30%, then 40%, 50%, and 60%. I saw that the "Arrow of Spin Fire" condensed brighter and brighter, and the longer it condensed, the longer it gradually surpassed the distance between Fan Ning''s fists and became a long The two-meter-long light "javelin" illuminates the inner garden throughout the night!


    If this "Arrow of Spiraling Fire" were shot out and exploded,


    But at the next moment, Fan Ning''s eyes flickered in thought, but he suddenly changed his attention.


    He did not choose to release the "Arrow of Spiraling Fire", but instead shrunk and extinguished it bit by bit.


    The office door behind him opened with a creak.


    Fan Ning turned around and saw Sheeran entering the door with a blanket in one hand, and gently closed the door sideways.


    But her other free hand was holding an open photo box, her eyes immersed in deep confusion and thinking.


    "What''s wrong?" Fan Ning vaguely felt that something was strange. He helped her take the sleeping blanket, turned the door handle of the living room, and threw it on the bed. He stared at the photo box. He was actually very interested in the texture and decoration of the wooden box. There was a slight impression, "Why did you bring Teacher Anton''s photo box here?"


    His fingers touched the wooden box, and Sheeran naturally let go.


    "My sister, she doesn''t seem to be like this. Well, maybe it''s been too long. I''m really a little unfamiliar with her voice and smile when she was alive."


    "What''s the meaning?"


    Placed in the wooden box are photos of several of Xilan''s deceased family members. Xilan often takes them out to look through the memories when remembering them.


    Fan Ning uncovered the photos one by one, first the familiar black and white portrait of Teacher Anton, then the less familiar photo of Xilan''s mother during her lifetime, and then the photo of Xilan''s sister who also passed away.


    This black and white photo


    Sheeran did have a sister before, this is what Fanning learned from Sir Viadrin when she first visited the "Woodpecker Affairs Consulting Office". If she were still alive, she would be two or three years older than herself, and Viadlin would be her first piano teacher.


    When she was about sixteen or seventeen years old, she was involved in a mysterious incident at school. The instigator was the same occultist from the Pleasure Listening Group as Fanning encountered later. Viadrin rescued her. She was The only survivor of the incident at the time, but later, she was still "lost".


    Tonight is the first time Fan Ning met the photo of Sister Sheeran. This is a close-up photo of the upper body. In the photo, the girl is wearing earrings, has short hair, and is smiling sideways. The church-like arcade behind is vaguely visible. Virtual scene.


    She is very beautiful, not inferior to Sheeran, maybe.


    After all, both the contours of the face and the delicacy of the facial features are in line with Fan Ning''s aesthetics, but perhaps the reason for the blurry image quality is that it is difficult to stitch them together in cognition, and it is difficult to make a complete picture. Decisive evaluation. Fan Ning easily remembered her hairstyle, her eyes, the curvature of her chin and lips, but when she closed her eyes, she couldn''t restore the entire face in her mind.


    In your own mind, is this situation similar to what character you have met before?


    The decision to activate the "Spinning Fire Arrow" and then withdraw it had exhausted most of Fan Ning''s inspiration. As he searched for memories, he suddenly felt a dull pain in his head, and several cerebral blood vessels jumped suddenly. stand up.


    The original black and white photo, those delicate short hair, under the illumination of the gas lamp, somehow faintly emerged a little red


    "Miss Scarlet!?"


    As soon as Fanning said it, all kinds of scenes flashed through his mind, from his exposure to "The Painful Room" to the various experiences after the return path was tampered with to the Southland


    He really felt that this was too absurd. Although the leader of the Joyful Listening Society and the "Red Pool" had hunted him many times and even tried to invade the dream of the Enlightened Church, the final troubles were all solved in the "cracking field", right?


    Even if his judgment was wrong and the trouble was not completely solved, it should have nothing to do with the current matter, right?


    "No, it''s impossible. This joke is a bit too much." Xilan''s confusion became more intense, and there was even a fear caused by the infection of unknown things in his emotions. He forced a smile and said, "At least I should be sure that this photo has not changed much compared to when I usually looked at it. I naturally have an impression of the appearance of my sister who used to be with me day and night. If I say I am unfamiliar, it is not completely unfamiliar. It is mainly because of the passage of time, the blurry photo, and the not very bright gas light. More importantly, my sister is called ''Rita'', Rita Connor, and ''Miss Scarlet'' is Joan''s former sister, and has nothing to do with me."

 Chapter 183: Log about the key

    Chapter 617 Log about the key


    Sheeran uses a lot of uncertainty in her narrative, even though she hopes to reach a firm conclusion.


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    Fan Ning felt the same weird atmosphere revealed in some of the previous inconsistent details, including the weird dream on the return train, the changed displays inside the "composer cabin", the former residence of Eagles that he failed to visit one after another, and the people who came to life. Key No. 1. Coincidentally, Roy had the same feeling when his Aunt Hermosa died due to a abnormality and her identity gradually began to overlap with that of the previous "Sylvia".


    Fan Ning feels that certain perceptions in memory are being distorted and deformed, and are being smeared with color "filters" that are inconsistent with what they "should" be.


    In other words, he feels that history is decaying.


    Moreover, this process has been greatly accelerated since he came into contact with the abnormal zone, and has even affected the ordinary world outside the abnormal zone.


    "Mr. Scriabin, Abnormal Zone F. Apocalypse Secret Realm Divine Advent Society"


    "B-105 Lighthouse Enlightenment Church St. Sebastian"


    "Those revelations left by St. Sebastian, left by Bach in the Person of the Father, concerning the ''God Theme'' and the ''Trinity'' revelation."


    The chaotic feelings about these violations are one thing, but the revelation Fan Ning received in the B-105 lighthouse was indeed completely cleared up after being promoted to "New Moon" tonight. He simply squatted down on the balcony. , facing a shallow sand pit where succulents were planted, he stretched out his index finger and scratched in the gravel.


    "Fire that never falls", "Endless Fugue", "Old Days"


    Sheeran discovered that Fanning had written the divine names of these three witnesses.


    While Fan Ning was writing, things around him began to change like a shuttle. The scrawled writing in the gravel turned into pale golden fonts on the wooden altar. He had already taken Sheeran into the Qiming Church of Dreams.


    And as he fell asleep, the scattered pages at the feet of the long tables and chairs rolled up like a tornado. The writing marks left on the ceremony table by sorting out the chaotic memories a few days ago, including what he had just written The three names of gods written down were all turned into golden powder.


    Paper pages and golden particles flew and gathered all over the sky. Finally, volumes of ancient books and teachings were formed on both sides of the corridor.


    Fan Ning made it clear at this moment that the "Falling Fire", "Endless Fugue" and "Old Days" are the trinity recorded in the secret history of the Holy Sun Church!


    The "Unfallen Fire" of the World Source God is the Holy Father, the "Endless Fugue" of the Material Source God is the Holy Son, and the "Old Day" of the Instrument Source God is the Holy Spirit. When they have the same personality and share the honor, they are Trinity!


    This was the revelation that Johann Sebastian Bach had given him during the previous investigation into the aberration zone, regarding the "great achievement" of seeing the glow in person!


    At present, Fan Ning feels that he has a strong will to follow Bach''s instructions to achieve "great achievements".


    On the one hand, the activities of the Divine Advent Society, Mr. F¡¯s strange words, and the unknown whereabouts of He Meng, Gang and his father all made him feel uneasy. On the other hand, he really needed to find a faster help to face the problem head-on. Fight against the Special Patrol Office, against Pogorelic! Maybe my strength has improved fast enough, but facing such an authoritarian, overbearing and powerful authority, it is not enough!


    However, many doubts still linger in Fan Ning''s mind about the Trinity.


    It seems that the remains of the "old days" are in his own hands, and its contamination has been temporarily suppressed with the "God Theme";


    The "Unfallen Fire" always hangs high in the sky, located at the head of the World Source God;


    "Endless Fugue" is Bach, the god of matter. It is hard to judge whether his state after ascension is good or bad. After all, his deeds are too secretive in the Holy Sun Church. There may be something hidden, but at least Bach It seems that he has not fallen yet and is still in the HOS. Fan Ning prayed to Him for invisible power, and there was still a certain response.


    So, it should be "Qi"?


    Why didn''t it happen immediately?


    "The problem may be with the ''Old Days''. The Origin God later went crazy, and the ''Old Days'' are still wrecks and have fallen from the dome. How can we restore the ''Old Days'' to the HOS status?" Are you going to continue to carry out the instructions of ¡®Reproducing Blue Star Music¡¯ at the beginning of time travel? I haven¡¯t reproduced it enough, do you want to continue to reproduce it?¡±


    "Or does the realization of the Trinity still need to wait for a certain time? A certain node? Or with the help of a special ceremony? By the way, there is also the issue of the ''key to timing'' - because whether it is the ''originalist'' theory of the Trinity , or the time sequence theory of the ''Disenchantment School'', are just one interpretation of the ''prism''. It is very likely that the two are to be realized at the same time to create the conditions for the Trinity, and to collect the three keys of time sequence, it is necessary to simultaneously satisfy?"


    Fan Ning recalled the strange scene in the cemetery just now.


    "The key to timing. That''s right."


    Fan Ning walked towards the row of "books" in the corridor.


    These "book collections" are actually the result of Fan Ning sorting out the chaotic memories during the investigation of the Abnormal Zone after being promoted to "New Moon" tonight.


    In addition to the memories of various events he experienced, as well as the "God Theme" and "Trinity" revelations, there is also a very important part of his memory of Vincent or Fan Chenxun''s work diary.


    "Log about keys"


    Fan Ning reached out to one of the rows.


    There was indeed an article in the diary that was about "keys". The expression was too abstract. He had been confused before because he had preconceptions that it referred to the "key" used to pass through the door.


    Looking at it now, the word "key" may refer to the special substance "key of timing".


    So I still have some clues after reading it¡ª¡ª


    "The key cannot be held or used. The key, like spirituality, does not have reality, but at least spirituality can be preserved in the body. I think this leads to an unexpected result, which is theoretically , wanting to "get" a key - let''s still use the word "get" to express our purpose - is actually very different from the "high threshold" we conventionally think of. It''s just theoretical, this is not the case. It definitely requires a secret treasure hunt, a fierce battle, or a dramatic process of rising to a higher level. Instead, it requires a period of genius, a shocking declaration, or relying on a masterpiece that creates or reveals the truth, just like in history. It¡¯s the same as those mathematicians¡¯ ingenious proofs of certain theorems. This also explains well why the masters of witnesses may not be able to obtain the key, why the Special Patrol Office has searched everywhere but cannot find the whereabouts of any key, and why I The collaborators were so cautious about usurping the dangerous person''s key. Even they could not keep the key stably. I had personally touched one of them, and I didn''t think this substance was so special at the time. "


    This diary gave Fan Ning a divergent association.


    Could it be said that Bach''s BWV1080 work "The Art of Fugue", that is, the "God Theme" he obtained, has itself become a referent of Key No. 0 in this world?

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    Chapter 618 Flowers and Leaves


    Only in this way can we explain why key No. 0 is now hanging around Fan Ning''s neck.


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    As the so-called reminder of the Holy Sun Church says, "Revealed on the outside, sealed in dust on the inside."


    Following the trend, what happened to key No. 1?


    Is it also related to some work?


    "Wow--"


    Now that he had opened the "book", Fan Ning turned to the next page.


    "This place is an abandoned poor hospital and converted into an art museum. It is a good idea to hide it from others. The following things may take at least fourteen years to be slowly processed. The specific speed depends on the progress of my collection of special pigments.


    Only during the periodic ups and downs of the abnormal zone that occurs once every seven years, can some overflowing flashes of color be collected from the high fever on the surface of the world. If everything goes well, it will take at least two Harvest Art Festivals to imitate and restore " The "grid" of "Fountain in Painting".


    In fact, this is not the best choice, but if you don''t start preparing, you will be more passive in the future, and you can only collect paint while seeing if there are other "grids" available for use.


    Otherwise, when the "old days" completely return to the HOS, it will be difficult to say whether it is Fan Ning, an outsider who only executes instructions, who controls the initiative, or the dangerous element whose artistic attainments are part of the "old days"! .Trinity? Haha, the dispute between you wants to drag me into the water, do you really think I am a fool?"


    Sure enough, Fan Ning''s previous guess was finally confirmed.


    Why Vincent originally chose to buy the land on the site of the workhouse to build the Turner Art Museum was because he discovered the remains of the "Fountain of Painting" buried underground!


    According to the alchemist Okegang''s idea of ??being promoted to the God of Origin (of course, this idea may be problematic), mortal creatures need to meet three conditions if they want to become the Lord of Witnesses: Master a complete "true knowledge" or "universal knowledge". "Tired as Ma", has the seventh-highest "grid", and successfully passed through the "Dome Gate" once.


    Each of these three conditions is extremely harsh. For example, taking the second point as an example, looking at artists from ancient to modern times, there are very few who can reach the sixth level of "torch bearer", and Oakgun does not think that one day he will To reach the seventh height, the idea is to imitate the attainments, characteristics, achievements or feats of the suitable target object, confuse the judgment of the secret history, and make it impossible to tell the difference between yourself and the target object in the eyes of the world.


    Vincent also wanted to imitate the wreckage of the "Fountain in the Painting" at that time, and seemed to adopt a similar idea.


    He took advantage of the cycle of ups and downs in the abnormal area every seven years, which was the time of the Harvest Art Festival, and went out to collect as much special paint as possible from the abnormal area, hoping to gradually complete seven mysterious paintings.


    However, the progress was not up to expectations, and only five paintings were completed until he unexpectedly disappeared. Later, Fan Ning managed to piece it together with "The Painful Room" and "Green Night." This was another unexpected and dangerous process.


    Moreover, after putting it all together, Fan Ning operated randomly and did not know how to contain the remains of the "Fountain in the Painting". As for how to make "the difference between himself and the object in the eyes of the world", Fan Ning did not know. , I have never had this thought, who knows what the result will be.


    Didn''t Vincent say in his diary that this method is not the optimal solution?


    By the way, what is he going to do?


    He didn''t want to become a god of matter, that was just Oakgun''s desire.


    Fan Ning couldn''t help but read the last paragraph several times.


    "Old Day" is the "Holy Spirit" in the Holy Trinity of the Holy Sun Church, and is naturally an indispensable Lord of Witnesses. Is it also indispensable to the Divine Advent Society?


    ¡ª¡ªIf the "old days" completely return, it is very likely that I, the "outsider who carries out the instructions", will not be able to control me, and will be controlled by a dangerous person, Mr. F?


    Fan Ning was shocked, thinking of Mr. F''s methods, especially the life background of Scriabin in his previous life. He was originally seventy-eight percent cautious, but this time he was a full ten percent cautious.


    No wonder, no wonder, in the Weird Art Museum, this person actually wanted to search out the "old days" and then give them back to him!


    Have you already made a plan to use it as a wedding dress?


    I have already obtained the "God''s Theme" and even suppressed the pollution of the wreckage. Is it possible that I will lose control by then?


    If it gets out of control, what will be the result?


    Moreover, Vincent seemed to know in advance that he would follow certain instructions to gradually return the "old days".


    Isn¡¯t this what I have been doing to ¡°reproduce Blue Star Music¡±! ?


    Fan Ning felt that the water was getting deeper and deeper.


    For the first time, he realized that Vincent''s attitude towards his collaborator Saint Sebastian was not entirely one-sided! Rather, they tend to trade, calculate and selectively cash out.


    For example, let¡¯s talk about this ¡°reproduced music¡±! It seems that what he did in the early stage was just a "stopgap measure" in Vincent''s eyes! He was already preparing in advance to deal with the possible dangerous consequences of this matter later! .


    Not to mention a "great achievement" of the "Trinity" level, it shouldn''t be as simple as I thought before.


    "Caron, look over there -" Sheeran stood quietly aside, originally unwilling to disturb Fan Ning''s reading and thinking, but suddenly saw something that aroused her curiosity, "over there. That fan in the corner Why do the colored windows seem to be broken?¡±


    Fan Ning finally put down the book after hearing this.


    "It''s been broken for a while. Now, I want to go back and take a look."


    He walked straight over.


    Xilan followed quickly: "By the way, remember you said a few days ago that you can''t dream in the abnormal area because there are dazzling worms everywhere in the dream. So, why did you escape from the Qiming Church later?"


    "Because... the church is the lighthouse, and the lighthouse is the church."


    The faint fishy smell before the window was broken desecrated the sacredness and tranquility of this place.


    Looking out like this, it''s all translucent tissue barriers similar to unidentified creatures, and a cut or channel extends forward in a zigzag manner.


    In the gray-white mucous membrane and colloid, you can see dried umbilical cords, blood vessels covered with tumors, necrotic red and black deformed organs, and other things flowing all over the ground.


    "You mean, in front, outside the window" Xilan couldn''t believe it, and it was difficult to organize the language clearly for a while, "You later found out that you were from here. So this place eventually leads to..."


    Fanning took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and seemed to be carefully sensing something.


    Well, after using the positioning direction of the flute''s "star track" and escaping through the window all the way back to the Qiming Church, he no longer had any sense of this place, only that there were chaotic or corrupt secret history layers everywhere in front of him.


    But this time after being upgraded to "New Moon", the situation is indeed different.


    A vague, three-dimensional and surrounding picture was faintly outlined in his mind, the collapsed distant sky, the rugged and continuous mountains, the colorful snowflakes, and the rising pink light column, the figure of the girl leaning against the rugged rocks, and the more profound sense, the object that fell from his hand at that time.


    With that subtle but clear connection, Fanning waved to the front.


    Suddenly, a faint strange flower fragrance and heat flow dispersed the fishy smell near the broken window.


    In Xilan''s surprised eyes, she saw a small object like a leaf in the distance, just floating over.


    The hot and dreamy deep red, shaped like a burning flame.


    Fanning held it between his fingers.


    It was a fox lily leaf!