musicians of old

Chapter 665 The so-called "Purpose"

When Mr. La asked this question, everyone on the dock, who had originally focused on different things, all looked at Fan Ning.

"guess?"

Fanning narrowed his eyes when he heard this.

What exactly are these people in the Special Patrol Office up to?

Both sides knew very well that, apart from the degree of shamelessness, it was a little hard to guess what kind of conversation they were expecting.

"What are the attackers' motives?" Fan Ning laughed lightly. "At first, I was guessing. Who on the ship had something? Or did they 'think' they had something? They wanted to take it. But during the whole attack, there was no room for verbal communication. It didn't seem like they wanted anything. Otherwise, why didn't they try to negotiate and threaten us first? In my opinion, this group of people, for some reason, simply didn't want us to go to the Western Continent?"

Without any avoidance, his gaze collided with the flowing face of Mr. Wax on the stone tablet.

Don't want to be here?
Roy, who had been watching coldly from the side, felt the extremely strong confrontation in the eyes of both sides. While he was worried, a strange state of mind emerged in him.

The entire family has always regarded the authorities as the biggest threat, and has always been working together and being extremely cautious, always hoping to use some means of building momentum or leveraging power. But now, is he alone, so nonchalant - at least seemingly nonchalant - standing on the opposite side?

Mr. Wax on the stone tablet nodded slightly without comment after listening:

"Reasonable guess and analysis. Master Fanning, have you ever thought about why this person came and why he didn't want the people on the ship to reach the Western Continent?"

"Oh, this is hard to figure out." Fanning glanced at him, "I am here with the Old Symphony Orchestra to participate in the Harvest Art Festival, not to subvert and sabotage Janus. Who would not want me to come? Who would go against the development of the arts? I guess only members of a secret organization could do that."

The shadowy outline of Mr. Wax nodded.

"That makes sense, Master Fanning. Take it then."

Two origami birds flew out from the stone tablet, but Fan Ning didn't sense any special spiritual aura from it.

After slowly falling into Fanning's hands, they turned into normal paper.

"The 30th batch of "purge" list" "The 31st batch of "purge" list"

Fanning quickly scanned the contents, and rows of names came into view. The corners of his eyes twitched inadvertently, but he quickly looked up again calmly.

Among them were a few names of people he was familiar with, including nobles, officials, artists, and even knowledgeable people from schools or churches!
"The secret organization headed by the God's Advent Society has been deceiving people and spreading heresy all day long. Our department will thoroughly investigate and purge them without mercy."

"From now on, the names of all the executions in our department will be shared with you. As a 'parliamentary observer', you are welcome to supervise the official security work. However, Master Fanning, if you want to completely distance yourself from these dangerous elements who were executed, you may need to study the reasons behind it."

"Laxus, take this man away from the ground."

The ghostly light and shadow on the stone tablet slowly melted and dissipated.

Laxus gave him another meaningful look, then arranged for a few of his men to pull up the idiot-looking man lying on the ground.

"Master Fanning, don't worry." Cardinal Richelieu, who was standing nearby, spoke loudly, "Although the journey has not been peaceful, we will be in the holy city next. There will be no disputes. In this grand festival, there will only be pure collisions and competitions of art." The "execution list" in his hand was tapped lightly, and Fanning just said thank you when he heard this.

He looked straight ahead, watching the Special Patrol Office team finally evacuate from the dock.

The two church leaders exchanged pleasantries with Fanning for a while.

There were many words and many concerned greetings, but there was no intention to ask any further questions or discuss the core of what had just happened.

Fan Ning couldn't help but feel a little amused by the performance of these two "old acquaintances". He also knew that the church was unwilling to get involved in this muddy water at this time. It was just that they hadn't witnessed this scene before and thought that Fan Ning's attack was really done by a secret organization, and they were simply "raising the reception standards" out of courtesy. Now that they really came, they didn't want to get too involved before conducting an internal investigation into the cause.

But now that we are here, I have to accompany you all the way back to the holy city.

So the number of ferry boats was increased again, and the church's boat led the way in the waterway, and both sides entered their respective cabins.

Sheeran pulled Roy onto their boat. As soon as Roy entered the door, he quickly closed the curtains everywhere and stood in front of Fanning's wheelchair.

"Ms. Roy, you make me feel very oppressed."

Fan Ning helplessly looked at the bright yellow figure "looking down" in front of him.

If it were placed in the perspective of the "selfie camera" in the previous life, this might be a "death perspective" that would make the appearance hit the bottom, but thank God, the degree of pleasing to the eye at this moment is not reduced at all. It has been a long time since we last saw each other, and the scent of grass, blackberry and peach also seems precious because of the long-lost reality, but the colorful belt around the other person's waist is about to float to Fanning's face.
"I'm wondering whether you are pretending or you are really that miserable." Roy crossed his arms and pretended to think.

Xilan next to him suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Xuexue, what are you talking about? Are you pretending?"

"I was originally planning to wait for him to come to me on his own." Roy lowered his voice and laughed, "I didn't expect to hear this kind of news. At first, my 'intuition' felt that he might be seriously injured, the kind that would die if he was hit one more time, so I couldn't help but rush over halfway, but now, my 'intuition' is thinking that maybe his injuries are not as serious as they look? Given this guy's personality, if his strength had not increased greatly, he probably wouldn't have chosen to 'return' a few months ago. Since he came back, he had already anticipated encountering this level of attack, especially today, he was in the mood to trick the top leaders of the Special Patrol Office in front of so many people."

The more Sheeran listened, the more surprised he looked, and finally he looked at Fanning for confirmation.

"Don't listen to her. It's not reasonable to say that I will be seriously injured."

Fanning was also convinced by what Roy called his "intuition". He sighed and expressed his meaning in an obscure and vague way.

"That secret historian may not be known for his direct combat capabilities among the Order Enforcers, but his methods in some aspects are incredible. Everyone around me may become the subject of investigation. Don't delve into this issue subconsciously. I won by chance. My strength exceeded the intelligence expectations of the authorities, but it is not enough to alarm higher-ups. Well, that's it. I still need some time to recuperate."

Hiran nodded as if he understood something. Roy's smile faded, and he also sat down on the sofa and asked, "Have you figured out their purpose?"

"I just can't figure it out." Fanning shook his head immediately. "The conflict was formed a long time ago. From the moment I walked out of the graduation concert hall, some things could not be reconciled. In addition, there was the Santaramb subway incident, the 'Resurrection' premiere day incident, the 'Carnival' incident, etc. But I can't understand why this group of people turned against each other at this critical juncture. Is it because I have become the 'New Moon' and the pressure is too great to do something open? So the 'stuck point' is when we are sailing on the high seas, when there is no evidence and the opportunity cannot be missed?"

"No, that's not what I meant." Roy shook his head.

"I want to ask, can you tell clearly whether they wanted to kill you directly or take you away under control?"

(End of this chapter)