musicians of old

Chapter 601 Return to the Composition Shack

"Can't be contacted? What exactly do you mean, and how long has it been since I couldn't be contacted?"

"Maybe six years at least."

Frances lowered her head and stared closely at the contact note in the Special Patrol Office. The steel seal with the cyan signature of "Poglarich" was tightly covered by her right thumb.

That signature is like a small painting, an artistic painting with endless tension, sharpness and danger. With her powerful inspiration of understanding the three aspects, she dare not give any in-depth appreciation or association.

"Hasn't your father told you about this related situation before?"

"Almost not." Roy shook his head.

Six years

She indeed knew very little about the "advisor" of the school.

It was only when I entered the University of St. Lenia that I began to gradually learn about hidden knowledge and come into contact with mysteries. It has only been more than six years since then.

"In fact, people of my generation, including your father, have never seen Mr. Consultant, nor seen him in his dreams, nor have he left a divine projection in the waking world. In recent years, the frequency of our contact has increased. It’s also getting sparse.”

"We have always suspected that there is some unknown problem with his condition, but this suspicion is meaningless. Even if the suspicion is true, no one in the school can help an order enforcer solve the problem, but it will easily cause panic among the people inside. This Maybe that’s why the Marquis has never told you before.”

"Seven years ago, on the eve of the 39th Harvest Art Festival, we notified the 'advisor' of the convening order for the roundtable meeting of the discussion group. He should also have attended the meeting. But whether there was any abnormal behavior at the meeting, Poglieri It’s strange that they discovered this abnormal behavior and didn’t tell us, or they didn’t find anything unusual. We don’t have the permission to attend the meeting and don’t know anything about it.”

"Later, we tried to inquire about the information from Prime Minister Puchatu, who represented the empire at the meeting at the time, but Puchatu said that they had strict confidentiality restrictions, and the attendees were only listening to the meeting behind the scenes. Even the true faces of the six members were unknown. I didn’t see it, and I didn’t think there was anything unusual about the ‘consultant’s’ statement.”

"Notifying the 'consultant' to participate in the 39th Harvest Art Festival was our last contact, and there will be no further news from us."

After hearing this, Roy was silent for a while and then said:

"What will be the consequences if the Bologna School is absent from this round table meeting?"

This sentence was actually a self-question and answer, and she had already rehearsed it in her mind.

If Pogorelich knew that there was something wrong with the enforcer of his own school, would he ask the Special Inspectorate to trace the secrets of the school, would he further suppress the power of the school in the empire, or even take more radical actions? Every possibility Neither sex can be predicted or ruled out.

The discussion group is a limited alliance of all official organizations. It is the highest decision-making level that determines the direction of all mankind in the entire mysterious world!

Frances understood what Roy was thinking, and she added another reminder:

“There may be another twist to this year’s roundtable.”

"Fanghui Temple has been destroyed! Saint '佊' died, and one member of the discussion group is vacant!!"

"With one vacancy, the discussion group will naturally have to recruit a new member. According to past practice, the members are basically the existence of the order enforcer level, or the 'torch bearer' who has reached the sixth level of 'grid'. Originally, If something happens in the South, there is already a question mark in my mind as to how Pogorelic will consider this matter."

"But if something happens to the 'advisor' of our school at the same time as the saint '伊佊' dies, how can this hole be filled in a short time?"

"I'm worried that the composition of the entire discussion group will undergo subversive changes by then. '1 official organization, 1 member, members 1 vote, leader 2 votes'. The relative balance pattern achieved after countless struggles will undergo complete changes! Pogue Lerici’s right-hand man will also join the discussion group!”

Roy frowned deeply at this time.

This issue is extremely urgent and difficult, a hundred times more difficult than the previous "Congress Reform Bill"!

"How to do it."

There was an extremely unwilling feeling in her heart, that she struggled to reach but could not reach.

Although he has been promoted to the Deep Dawner and has completed the preliminary preparations for promotion to the Second Level of Deep Dawn in just over a year, the level of the problems he faces is too high!

"Tell me my name."

Suddenly, a deep male voice sounded in the interview room. A gentleman wearing a brown coat and a top hat slowly emerged from the ground. He had a mature temperament, a handsome face, and his hair and eyebrows were neatly trimmed.

"Your Majesty the Marquis." "Dad?"

Frances stood up to say hello, and Roy followed suit.

"What did you just say about the conversation we just had? But the people participating in the roundtable meeting must be"

Marquis MacAdam said "ha" and raised his hand. The contact note instantly fell out of Frances' hand and turned into a white stream of light and flew towards him. His figure began to flicker and fade. During this period, the furnishings and layout of the reception room changed one after another, like a stack of interior pictures that were rapidly switched.

Roy looked at him in surprise. She felt that her father in the dream had undergone some completely different changes compared to before.

Everything returned to normal, but the last voice of Marquis MacAdam still retained the unspoken and unquestionable authority:

"I'm going to the meeting."

"Are you saying that the 'consultant' who guided the school may have some unknown problem?" Fan Ning asked.

The sky is covered with continuous and dense rain. In the distance are the towering and steep Dolometz Mountains, exposed rocks, green vegetation, the boundaries between light and shadow are blurred, and the vast lake is filled with patches of smoke.

Two figures holding umbrellas walked slowly in the field, one behind the other, gradually approaching a hut by the lake in the distance.

"Sir Viadrin revealed it to me in a private setting." Sheeran, who was holding an umbrella behind him, said, "He said that people of his generation have never seen an 'advisor' from the school, and besides conveying a message every time Apart from the meeting notice from Gretsch, the communication and instructions I received are becoming less and less.”

"Ha, as expected." Fan Ning in front spat out a few words.

"Do you know the situation?"

"My dad has already suspected it."

Not only Vincent, Fanning himself had previously discussed with Joan in the Aberration Zone that "it seems that the fate of the order enforcer is not very good".

Not only the Guidance School, but also the Bologna School should have an enforcer called an 'advisor' behind it. However, after so long, he has never heard of who the 'advisor' is, as if he is 'shady'.

"What a worrying question." Sheeran sighed.

Fan Ning stopped discussing this issue, took a step forward slowly, and stared at the "composing cabin" in front of him that he personally directed and built.

It has a blue and red inverted V-shaped roof with windows on three sides. The walls are no longer white and have gray stains from the daily wind and rain.

The unknown young composer who visited here in the spring of 913 New Year never came back after leaving.

At first, the residents of the lakeside town came to visit from time to time with fruit baskets, and the country musicians also maintained a certain degree of attention. But within a few months, a year, and two years, the place gradually regained its quietness, even though no one cared about it. There are cultivated orchards and farmland a few hundred meters away, and further towards the lake, there are only a few wilderness paths left by anglers and pickers.

The next moment, Fan Ning passed through the rain curtain under the eaves, turned around, and closed the umbrella.

Sheeran followed his movements.

After a few clicks, the key is inserted, turned, and the door pushed open.

"Ok?"

Fan Ning's voice sounded a little uncertain.

"How come the layout and displays in this house are like this?"