musicians of old

Chapter 609: The Price Gained

"How could he?" "How dare he?"

Laxus and Owen were both surprised and asked two questions at the same time but from different angles.

The wreckage of the "Old Days" might appear in the form of a baton - this is the information that the Leader and Mr. Wax have speculated in recent months. After the information came out, recalling Fanning's live performances in previous years, things became clear.

The wreckage was indeed in his hands! He seemed to have used it for a while, and then abandoned it for a while.

  Now the question is, the contamination of the "old" debris will not only implant a large amount of abnormal inspiration into the brain of the exposed person, causing painful physiological reactions and severe schizophrenia, but will also cause the exposed areas and performance venues to frequently connect to abnormal areas, becoming holes for "worms" to drill into the world. How did he suppress it to a level where "at least temporarily it looks like nothing happened"?

Furthermore, since he dared to use it to conduct the performance again, he should have considered

"Issue an arrest warrant and take him down?"

Owen narrowed his eyes, leaned on the armrest of the seat, and his buttocks were slightly off the seat.

Even Laxus, who had always been at odds with Owen, looked thoughtful at this moment and did not immediately say no.

Ruining the performance, making enemies with the artists, and forcing the audience to cancel their appointments was a huge price to pay for the Special Patrol Office, a greater price than the raid two years ago.

I'm afraid only the cost of the South is higher than that.

But what if what you get in return is the remnants of the “old days”?

"Don't worry." A lazy male voice floated out.

"Mr. Wax? What do you mean?" Owen looked at the empty auditorium next to him.

"He has more than one piece of Weapon Source God debris on him." The lazy voice continued to respond.

"In addition to the 'Old Days', at least there is the 'Fountain in the Painting' that was taken away from the ruins, and possibly the 'Hidden Lamp'."

"What the leader needs is all seven pieces of the God of Weapons' debris. The collection process is already far behind schedule. You should know that for both the orderly 'Disenchantment Ritual' and the reversed 'Anti-Rebellion Ritual', if one piece or six pieces are missing, the result will probably be that they will not work."

"Haha, you should have a comprehensive talk with him later."

Fanning has taken the podium.

Amid the expectant cheers from the room, his eyes seemed to be meeting Irving's.

Actually not.

He was looking at the empty seat in the middle of the VIP area.

After looking at the air for a moment, he suddenly smiled inexplicably.

He turned around and swung his arm, and all the seated musicians and chorus members stood up in unison.

Fanning motioned to the band he created to follow him in saluting the audience.

Theolian, several cities and towns in the administrative area of ​​Eagles County.

"The signal is coming!"

"It's on. The radio is on."

In the clean, bright and modern medium-sized theater, the long-awaited cheers of dozens of listeners were heard.

Due to the format of this so-called "radio concert", many listeners who had never heard of it did not quite understand it, and the attendance rate was actually not particularly high.

About 1% of the audience came. The ticket price was 1 penny in a small town and shilling in a small city. Even the cinema with the highest operating income in Eagle County only made more than pounds, and this was the result of establishing a stable audience and publicity channels in the early stage.

"Twenty pounds, to put it bluntly. Even though we didn't hire any cast members, this is only enough to cover our gas bills, consumables and staff organization costs." The manager in charge of finance was calculating.

"No, that's not the point." The director of the theater chain looked around and thought, "According to the instructions of the superior theater chain, the function of the ticket is more of a 'statistic'!" "Or, a witness!"

The Turner Art Gallery's branch in the imperial capital, Santa Ana, has the same high standards and quality as the Uffrancell.

But today the venue used by the radio station is Hall No. 1000, which has fewer seats than Hall No. , and the attendance rate is also around %.

Because another performance was scheduled in Hall No. 1 a month ago, the headquarters meant that there was no need to cancel the appointment or change the venue and that the venue could be used.

Moreover, many fans of Santa Ana went directly to the nearby Uvransell. Most of those here were those who did not get tickets for the concert or had no time to go there.

"Oh?"

"What kind of magical radio station is this!?"

On the stage floor, four pale golden zigzag lines suddenly flashed by.

Many listeners found that real and clear applause came from all directions.

Suddenly, on the empty stage, a very faint transparent figure in a tuxedo appeared, holding up a baton in his hand!

In the southern continent, the former city of Misin, is the port of Baquerizo.

The air in the hastily rebuilt city is hot and dry. The art gallery built here has not even had time to level the ground, and there is reddish-brown gravel under the hundreds of seats.

"Poet, I seem to see the scene on the other side of the radio station."

"Is that the old symphony orchestra over there that Walter is conducting?"

“If the Southland still existed, would Mr. Scheller’s music also be heard around the world in this form?”

People in thin cotton and colorful linen clothes waved fans and looked at the canvases set up around them fluttering in the hot wind.

The rustling sound of sand and stones hitting it overlapped with the sporadic coughing sounds coming from the hall in the far north.

There is sadness and reverie in the eyes of the survivors in the South.

Western Continent, Holy Janus Kingdom, St. Perto Cinema.

“This ‘world music station’.”

"It seems that there is some profound mystical connection with the scene in Uvlancel thousands of miles away. No, it's every scene with a radio station!"

Roy, wearing a dark blue evening gown, couldn't help but look up at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling of the hall.

In her hand she held a strange, slender "ampoule" filled with a light-colored liquid that kept changing colors, and on her dress and the back of the seat in front of her, it looked like blooming fireworks.

But her attention remained on the changes around the stage.

  Just now, when the radio equipment was powered on and a faint golden light flashed on the ground, she felt that another circle of transparent layer background phantom suddenly burst out in the circular stage space where she was!

"How on earth did he do it?"

"Also, why does the background scene of this circle of phantoms look so familiar?"

Roy watched the transparent silhouettes of familiar musicians he had worked with jump out from beside him, and then saw Fanning on the podium making gestures as if he was ready to go, as if he was there himself.

  Mr. Fanning, are you also projecting the background outline of our headquarters' symphony hall? No, these people are here, but the background is not.

Ah, I know why this silhouette is so familiar

Roy suddenly screamed and quickly covered his mouth with his left hand.

“This is Qiming Church!”