The Strongest Deduction of the Comprehensive Comics

Although she was a little tired due to the jet lag, Yuko Touma was in a very happy mood after solving her daughter's 'life-long event'.

Carrying a suitcase alone, Touma Yoko came to the airport exit, and was then frightened by the huge battle.

Chapter 344 You may have run for nothing! 【Extras】

At Vienna Airport, a dense crowd surrounded the front of the airport. The whistles of police cars and the noise of quarrels continued one after another. Heavily armed guards blocked various traffic crossings.

For a while, Touma Yoko thought that he was involved in some large-scale demonstrations.

"If I don't go, even if I die, I will die in Vienna, and the music is with me!!"

The white-haired old Caucasian man was holding the load-bearing column of the airport, and under the embarrassed eyes of several security guards in blue uniforms, he had a tendency to be killed here.

"Protest, I want to protest, I want to see the president, let Arthur come to see me, did he treat me as a teacher like this!"

An old man with a big back and looking energetic was squatting at the gate of the airport, holding a white sign of protest, blocking the gate just like that.

And along with him, there were about 40 people, middle-aged white men in their [-]s, all dressed in suits and formal suits, protesting silently wherever they were, making it difficult for the police to surround them.

It's not that they are embarrassed. If it is someone else, it is estimated that these Austrian police officers will use extraordinary means.

But among the middle-aged people, there are 11 people who can be recognized by Dongma Yaozi alone. Others who don't know them have seen photos and other materials in some news and newspapers.

France, Eagle Country, Italy, Dé Country... Almost half of Europe, now in prime of life, nearly 7% of the classical musicians who are all over Europe are sitting and holding placards to protest.

[The festival is in Vienna. 】

[Swear to guard the traditional culture of Vienna. 】

Signs with such slogans were held high in the hands of solemn musicians.

At that moment, Touma Yoko couldn't help but wonder if he was hallucinating?

"Oh, miss Dongma, seeing you here makes my bad mood a little more pleasant."

A somewhat helpless voice sounded, Yuko Touma turned her head, and in front of her line of sight, a blond white man of about 40 years old who was sweating on his head, wiped his sweat with a silk scarf, and looked like a defeated rooster. He took small steps towards her.

Franz Dupree, a French conductor based in Paris, although he is in his forties, is a rising star among conductors who has just risen to fame for a few years.

The performance of the orchestra he leads must even be a year in advance to grab an audience ticket from the fanatics.

Although Yuko Touma thinks that the other party is just a good child who can hang up without paying a price, but in terms of musical literacy, the other party does represent the cutting-edge level of Europe.

"It's a pleasure to see you here, Franz." She quietly avoided the bear hug, Touma Yoko looked at Franz in front of her with a smile.

Facing Touma Yoko, who escaped the bear hug, Franz's expression didn't change at all, he just sighed. "...trust me, you won't be happy any time soon."

"Huh?" Touma Yoko frowned in confusion, but she was still keenly aware of the abnormality. "Is it about these world-class musicians getting together to protest?"

"Miss Dongma, your intuition has always been sharp."

Franz shrugged, spread his hands, and said helplessly.

"Although I was also a member of the sit-in protest just now, just one minute ago, I had already purchased a ticket to Dongdu."

Touma Yoko looked at Franz in confusion.

Seeing Yuko Touma's doubts, Franz sighed helplessly. "Although some music festival staff may explain to you later, I'll just say it directly..."

"This year, no, in the last three years, the Vienna Music Festival will be held in the island country in the extreme east. That small place cannot be in a small place. Yes, it is the blind spot of classical music!"

"Huh?!" Rarely, Touma Yoko showed a cute expression full of surprise.

"You also think this is absurd, right? Inheriting the long-standing musical spirit of Vienna, the music festival that has been held in Vienna for two centuries has to go to the other side of the world and hold it in that popular place of modern music..."

Like a grumpy lion, Franz stomped his feet angrily and shouted in a high voice.

Touma Yoko was silent for a while, and then said with a strange expression. "...But Franz, you just said you bought a ticket to Dongdu."

"That's exactly what I'm trying to explain now..."

Before he could finish speaking, the exclamation behind him made Franz turn his head, and then sighed as if he had lost his energy.

"Forget it, Mr. Theodore is here, and I don't need to talk too much."

"Mr. Teodor?" Touma Yoko's face straightened. Although this name is common in Europe, in the classical music world, only one person would be called this way.

Theodore, the classical music master of the Eagle Country, is almost like a Taishan Beidou in traditional music festivals.

His splendid achievements in his life, even the Queen of the Eagle Kingdom awarded him the title of "jazz" himself. He repeatedly invited him to be the prince's music tutor, but was declined by him.

In Europe, Theodoro was even described as a great master even though Beethoven was alive.

Facing this old antique, Touma Yaozi had to tidy up her appearance and greet the arrival of the other party with the highest respect.

Then, she saw a pair of... a stretcher.

"Put me down, let me down, I want to see Princess White..."

Looking at the stretcher, the right leg was surrounded by gauze, obviously a discounted white-haired old man, Touma Yoko's face immediately stiffened.

At this time, Franz covered his face with his hands and reminded in a low voice.

"Let me say more, now all of London probably knows that Mr. Thealdo's legs were discounted by Her Royal Highness the White Princess."

Touma Yoko's mouth twitched involuntarily.The original good impression of the legendary European high-ranking lady completely collapsed.

In other words, who said that the white princess Alice is the pinnacle of European ladies?How does this style feel like the Godfather of the Mafia in Sicily?