Old-time musicians

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

"Maybe as low as six years."

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.

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"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 St. Lenia University 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 state, 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 participated in the meeting. But whether there was any abnormal behavior at the meeting, Poglieri Whether they discovered this abnormal behavior, didn't tell us, or found nothing unusual... We don't have the permission to participate in the meeting, so we 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 question and answer to herself, and she had already rehearsed it in her mind.

If Pogorelic knew that there was something wrong with the enforcer of his own school, would he ask the Special Patrol Office 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 cannot 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.”

"The Fanghui Temple has been destroyed! The saint '伊佊' has died, and one member of the discussion group has become 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 relatively balanced pattern that was achieved after countless struggles will occur. Complete changes! Pogorelic’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"!

"What should I do?"

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.

"The conversation we just had...did you just say?...But the people participating in the roundtable 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."

......

"You mean, the 'consultant' who guides the school may have some unknown problems?" Fanning asked.

The sky was raining thick and long raindrops. In the distance, the towering and steep Dolomite Mountains, exposed rocks, green vegetation, and the boundaries between light and shadow were blurred. There were patches of smoke over the vast lake.

Two figures holding umbrellas walked slowly in the field, one after the other, gradually approaching a small house on the lakeside in the distance.

"Sir Viadrin revealed it to me in a private occasion." Shiran, who was holding an umbrella behind, said, "It is said that their generation has never seen the 'consultant' of the school, and except for conveying Poglerich's meeting notice every time, the communication and instructions received are getting less and less..."

^.^,

"Heh, as expected." Fanning in front spit out a few words.

"Do you know the situation?"

"My father has suspected it for a long time."

Not only Vincent, Fanning himself had discussed with Joan in the Abnormal Zone that "it seems that the end of the Order is not very good."

Not only the Guidance School, but also the Bologna School should have an Order called "Advisor" behind it, but after so long, he has never heard of who the "Advisor" is, as if it is "shameful"...

"It's really a worrying problem." Shilan sighed lightly.

Fanning stopped discussing this issue, slowly stepped forward, and stared at the "Composition House" in front of him that he personally directed and built.

The blue and red inverted V-shaped roof, with windows on three sides, the walls are no longer white, with gray stains after enduring daily wind and rain.

The unknown young composer who visited here in the spring of 913 in the new calendar never came back after he left.

At first, residents of the lakeside town would come to visit with fruit baskets, and the country musicians also paid some attention to it, but after a few months, a year, two years... the place gradually returned to its quietness, even though there were cultivated orchards and farmland hundreds of meters away, and there were only a few wilderness paths trodden by anglers and pickers to the lakeside.

The next moment, Fanning's body passed through the rain curtain under the eaves, turned around, and put away his umbrella.

Sheeran followed his movements beside him.

With a few clicks, the key was inserted, turned, and the door was pushed.

"Huh?"

Fanning's voice was a little doubtful.

"Why is the layout and display of this house like this?"