musicians of old

Chapter 454 Flower Square
The winter night in the small town was extremely cold. At around eleven o'clock in the evening, the drizzle began to fall again, and gradually mixed with the sound of rustling ice slag.

Far away from the carriage of the church, Fanning's figure landed after several bounces.

This is after the essential change in his spirituality, together with the change in the command power of the "key" phase - a secondary change other than the "candle" chariot - now the command power can act on various parts of his body out of thin air, even Flying in the air is not difficult.

In fact, Fan Ning thinks that the power of command is more practical because it is invisible and colorless, which directly led to him being able to use the wreckage of the "Fountain in the Painting" to camouflage wantonly. What colors can be seen by others, what characteristics can be inferred, It all depends on Fanning's momentary mood.

At the moment, under Fan Ning's control, the raging fire of "exaggeration" ignited by the few footholds in the rear disappeared temporarily.

He walked slowly along the deserted streets, raindrops dripping down the brim of his top hat, mixed with some almost transparent eyeballs.

It took a little longer for the messenger to return this time, more than three hours after the message of "I owe you one more time" was sent. Obviously, Roy did not reply immediately.

Fan Ning reached out and grabbed it, allowing the light golden handwriting to appear on the palm:

"Are you speaking human words? You can afford it if you owe it any more?"

Seeing this first sentence, Fan Ning had an illusion for a moment, thinking that Roy was evaluating other aspects of himself.
"You may have fallen asleep when you read this news. The atmosphere of the reception dinner today has changed. The drama is quite strong. You know that Irving, the Special Inspection Office arranged to supervise the chain theater chain. At first, they were so attentive and annoying. , and then talked about some serious matters involving stakes, it seemed that the perception was normal, but it was still annoying to think of the face of the Special Patrol Office behind it."

"Tonight I also met a priest named Lavoisier, a middle-aged gentleman, about the same age as my father, high-ranking and powerful, definitely stronger than me, paying attention to etiquette, moral integrity, too old-fashioned, um, how should I put it? Simply It is a walking human-shaped "Enlightenment Scripture". The church attaches great importance to him, maybe he is a late bloomer? I also think that if he becomes a priest, at least the Diocese of Lepic will have a place for inspection. There is no problem. One of his impromptu I have also read the organ works, the medieval style is indeed good, but to me, it is not as good as the "Keyboard Variations whose name is too long to remember" that you played at that time."

"Wash, sleep, good night."

In the quiet and empty square of flowers, Fan Ning read carefully while walking. He felt that if Roy lived in his previous life, on the other side of his elegant social temperament, he would be more or less a little expert in making complaints.

The handwriting stayed in the floating for a few seconds, and then two paragraphs appeared:

"While taking a bath in a daze, I wanted to write more. When I returned to the hotel, the car took a detour and got off at the Plaza de la Fiori for a while. In the poem, the townspeople gossiping, the lovers dating with candles, the street musicians singing and dancing, and the colorful fireworks, there is not even a faint light. The mayor wants to send someone to light up the gas lamp in the square for me to see. Says it's better not to waste expensive wartime energy."

"It feels like everything has gotten worse since that summer. Of course, what we are doing is meaningful and will help more and more children. However, it is not used here, and there is no need to regret it."

"But here I am, isn't it amazing?"

Fanning stopped and looked around the drowsy Lebic Flower Square in the cold and rainy night, imagining the appearance of Miss Roy in a windbreaker and boots who might have stood on a brick and stomped angrily not long ago.

There was nothing in the clearing except some barricades of thick logs and barbed wire.They looked like muddy mounds in the field of vision, they didn't completely block the way, but they weren't very comfortable either.

This was set up by the authorities to prevent public riots. Of course, as the city behind the front line, Lepic's atmosphere is not so serious yet. They are more "emergency equipment" prepared in advance according to the above regulations.

"I need to trouble you with something. I need to collect some information about the so-called "worm" or "wormology."

Fan Ning just sent the messenger to the astral world, and caught him back in a dream.

not too good.It can be mentioned before, and it can be mentioned later, but only now, the coincidence of time is a bit too bizarre, and Roy must have heard about the death of the priest in this small town.

Fan Ning thought about what to answer for her to get up and watch tomorrow, and finally asked a question that was related to today's dinner, but also not inconsistent, should be concerned, and could easily lead to other topics:
"When will you consider being promoted to a master?"

Considering that she replied a lot and his own words were too few, Fan Ning thought about it seriously, and finally what he actually sent out was:
"I've read everything you shared. Speaking of which, when will you consider being promoted to a master?"

As soon as the courier disappeared through the rain curtain, a beam of strong lights enveloped Fanning's whole body, and cast his shadow on a pile of garbage trucks near the wall ten meters away.

"Who is it? It's curfew time, raise your hands and come over!" The man's voice shouted.

This was a fat officer with a flashlight in his hand and a gun on his waist. As soon as he shouted, the two soldiers on the left and right pointed their rifles at Fanning.

But before Fan Ning could speak, there was a rustling sound from the pile of garbage removal trucks that was also illuminated.

Fan Ning had already noticed that there were two homeless people digging through the garbage. At this moment, they both stood a few steps forward tremblingly. They were a dirty little girl and a young mother.

The two risked the curfew and went out in the middle of the night to find things, but judging from the situation, it seemed that they were not very lucky. The mother's wrist seemed to be cut by something like glass, and a large piece of blood was condensed on the thin clothes.

"The curfew is not counted as a covenant." Fanning raised his hand, as if to control the flames burning on his palm, a warm current quickly dispelled the chill on the two people, and then gently signaled them that there is no need to be afraid, "This country Gods have always made laws, priests devised strategies, prophets prophesied, and whatever they teach, do as they judge, and don’t pay attention to any word that is not taught by them.”

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, he waved at the officer in the middle:
"You take out some pasta or meat and give them to eat, and bring some water for them to drink."

(End of this chapter)