musicians of old

Chapter 662 The Art of Writing

"Master Fanning!! Welcome to Janus."

Although the reception was “reduced” in specifications, it was still a grand occasion that could not go wrong for a county town! It could even be considered a “diplomatic event”!
At this point, the priest of Elisha Cathedral was tapped by the mayor, but he went forward and even stepped onto the gangway. His opening remarks, which were originally normal, now sounded like a mockery of the other party.
Damn it, we Janus shouldn't take the blame!! The mayor next to him was roaring in his heart, but then the priest stretched out his hands and tightly grasped the bandage that Fanning held out.

"Master Fanning, I really didn't expect this. It's not like, uh, it's just a little unexpected, but how did you become like this? Uh, why are you in a wheelchair?"

His tone was a little embarrassed, although he tried his best to sound worried, concerned, and polite.

Damn it, who is the ruthless guy who attacked?
Aren't there many knowledgeable people on this ship? Why was the financier beaten like this?

"The attack was quite heavy." Thank God, at least Master Fanning sounded calm. "Hmm? What's wrong with your expressions? Friends from the cruise company seemed to have sent a report on the incident a few days ago? Didn't you receive it?"

"Oh, I received it. Of course I received it."

The mayor still had a smile on his face as he gestured for guests to come to a high-end floating restaurant on the shore.

But at a corner, he secretly gave a fierce look to one of his subordinates, even scolding him for being "stupid" -

What are you still doing here? Hurry up and report this unexpected situation! Ask the higher-ups to send someone higher up!

The priest and the mayor both had elegant smiles on their faces, but in fact they were almost choking back blood. So many people had read that telegram in the past two days, who knew that the situation would be like this!
The subordinate got the idea and without even having time to respond, he separated from the main force without leaving a trace, got on a carriage parked on the side of the road, and ran away.

"Vanessa radio report on October 10: The cruise ship was attacked by unknown forces. Major official organizations sent personnel to reinforce and jointly resolve the crisis. The orchestra is in good condition except for a few injured. The voyage is expected to arrive as scheduled."

On an evening in San Pereto, in the courtyard of the villa at 20 Waldstein Street, Marchioness McAdam and her four children were having dinner in an open-air restaurant decorated with lights, when suddenly, the attendant presented them with such a report.

As the Marchioness read on, her brows gradually furrowed.

The Vanessa luxury cruise ship?

I'm afraid there are quite a few people who know and are paying attention to who is on this cruise ship and what they are planning to attend.

The wording is very concise and calm, in line with the style of a news brief, and the content seems stable - unexpected, but not serious.

But the Marchioness was extremely sophisticated and had a keen sense of smell, and she always felt that something crucial was concealed in this report.

Or, shouldn’t it be “covered up”? The wording of the text itself does not contain any false or evasive elements, and the time, place, cause, process, and result are all included, but it seems to have skipped or blurred out some key information?

Seeing that only Roy, who was sitting opposite her, had a thoughtful look in his eyes, while Jane, Elsa, and Miou, the two sisters and one brother beside her, were still ignorant and carefree, the Marquise sighed in her heart, handed the message to Roy and asked:

"My daughter, what do you think?"

Roy's fingernails slowly scraped across the paper, leaving faint spots of colored spiritual light on a few phrase fragments.

"Very artistic." She picked it up with her fingers, showed it to her mother, and flicked it back onto the table. "Unknown forces? What do you mean by unknown forces? Why not just use the more popular 'secret organization' or 'evil god organization'?"

"Major official organizations sent personnel to provide reinforcements. The orchestra already had members of both schools and clergy from Janus. I even remember that the harpist's family background was from the remnants of the Fragrant Temple. What exactly does 'reinforcement' mean? Do these people joining forces to provide 'reinforcement'? Or did another official organization go to provide 'reinforcement'?"

"Defuse the crisis - what does 'defuse' mean? Does it mean to kill the enemy, maim him, or drive him away? All of him or just part of him?"

"Except for a few injured, the orchestra is fine. What about those people who are not from the old symphony orchestra? How are they doing?"

Things are just so subtle.

The briefing seemed to contain everything, yet it also seemed to contain nothing. However, Roy vaguely guessed the real situation through the briefing.

"Was it he who wrote it?" asked the Marchioness.

"It's very similar to his style and routine." Roy curled his lips.

The Marchioness was silent for a moment.

Five months ago, the school entrusted King Louis to make indirect inquiries, and recently reached a basic internal consensus. They were preparing to wait for him to come to the Harvest Art Festival, and then successively threw out a series of more practical olive branches and blew some more practical winds to the public.
But before all the above happened, the Special Patrol Office took such a drastic action as a warning?
Maybe it's not aimed at this incident, but Fanning himself was touched by some other factors.

However, do we need to slow down the pace and then discuss the issue?

"This matter needs to be reported to your father and Madam Speaker immediately." The Marquise said, "However, he did encounter some unexpected situations during his trip. My daughter, are you sure you don't want to pick him up in advance? Express our family's concern?"

"No." Roy crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat. "I've already decided. I'll wait for him to come find me."

"I don't understand you young people nowadays." The Marquise smiled helplessly. She was about to explain something to her other little daughters and sons beside her, when the blonde assistant Nicole ran over breathlessly.

"Marquise, Miss, huh. The Vanessa has already docked at Elisha Port, but Master Fanning, huh. According to the news, Master Fanning is seriously injured! He is already paralyzed in a wheelchair!"

"What!?"

Roy's face turned pale, he slammed the table and stood up, startling his mother and several sisters and brothers who were standing beside him.

Special Patrol Office, you guys. She was shocked and angry, the blood rushed to her head, and it took her several breaths to gradually calm down.

Sometimes the information gap conveyed by language is so strange, and it’s really not the fault of those who are in the middle of the information chain.

Just like the female assistant Nicole, she was absolutely not exaggerating what she said, but when Roy heard this, he subconsciously imagined Fanning as a "high-level paraplegic", leaning back in a wheelchair, unable to move his limbs, and even unconscious, with only half his life hanging on.
"Send me a car, quickly!"

The Marquise was naturally shocked when she heard the news, but before her mother could say anything, Roy rushed into the villa to pack his things.

"Arrange two drivers to take turns. If anyone needs ferry transportation along the way, please contact them in advance!"