musicians of old

Chapter 672 Difficulty
"what--"

Hearing Scheller's comments.

The whole audience was in an uproar, and Su Luo covered his mouth in shock.

"Does Miss Su Luo's ballet dancing really have the level of 'Forged Lion'?" Someone repeatedly asked the people around him.

"Is it because Sheler admires Miss Su Luo's beauty and her good clothes that he gave her a higher rating?"

"That makes sense. Among the girls who followed Sheler, which one was not pretty?"

“I think her skills and ideas are definitely not as bad as that guy criticized.” Someone lowered his voice, “But I have no idea in what aspects of dancing she is good, and to what extent.”

"There is no consensus on the evaluation. Who is right?"

"Of course Scheele is right."

"If you don't believe me, why don't you listen to the opinions of our own temple?"

Amid the uproar, the middle-aged man on the judges' bench finally felt a little embarrassed. After all, he was now representing the organization's intentions. His tone was very solemn. Of course, facing the "King of Love Songs", his words were more polite than before:
"Welcome, poet Shele. On behalf of the leader, I welcome your return. The invitation to the Harvest Arts Festival will be coming soon. However, there are some boundary issues that I must remind you of."

"The investigation team is adhering to the principle of fairness and openness to select 'potential artists' for the southern continent. You are no longer among them. Your potential does not need to be investigated or proven. However, as a very important public figure, you have an equally heavy responsibility to publish a conclusion that is completely contrary to the opinions of the investigation team! The future of these other artists, should they be improved according to the suggestions put forward by the discussion group, or should they follow the direction pointed out by you under your personal emotions? In this case, who should they listen to? When they go to Janus and are scrutinized by the eyes of the whole world, who should they listen to? Should they listen to the organization, or continue to listen to you?"

"Nonsense, of course I'll listen to Sheler."

There was a painter who had toasted ten times in a row to celebrate after Scheele showed up. He was now feeling dizzy and responded directly with a loud voice.

"Yeah, didn't I tell you to stop doing this 'potential artist'? Why are you still doing it?"

"Didn't I tell them they know nothing about art? How come they still know?"

The southerners present responded loudly, and some people's wording even sounded a little strange, obviously they were drunk.

These people were usually in a state of fear and repression, but now that Sheler had appeared, coupled with several or even ten glasses of alcohol,
The authorities? The authorities are shit!
Those who are not into art and are just appreciating it think that you can’t ban me, while those who are into art think that at worst you can ban me.
The people in the south are so casual.

Anyway, I'm drinking happily today, so I'll satisfy my taste buds first!

The reactions of the crowd made the eyes of the Special Patrol Office inspection team turn gloomy again.

"Okay, very good." The middle-aged man's solemn voice echoed on the top floor. "Then I suggest that the screening of 'potential artists' in the southern continent be stopped from today. No matter who is recommended or not, they should find their own way in the festival."

The southern people below were still making a fuss after hearing this.

"Ah, thank you organization! Thank you organization!"

"Where are the people from the temple? People from the temple, come out and answer the question!"

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Bishop Calestini, who is currently temporarily in charge of the Fanghui Temple, was originally as excited as the people. The significance of Sheler's return to the Southern Continent and the Temple was definitely greater than all the struggles and efforts of the remaining members of the Temple in the past two years combined. He wished he could step down immediately and go have a couple of drinks.

But he had to consider many more aspects than ordinary people. At this moment, Scheller's return day turned out to be the "stop day" for the potential investigation. He began to worry. The people in the investigation team could not be on the same level as these ordinary people. If it were him, he would not continue to be bored here. But before leaving, the words left by the inspector hit the point that he was most worried about! ——

"Haha, Mr. Bishop, the two 'Forging Lions' who performed well in the southern continent before, as well as several 'Blade Wielders', you still have to continue to train them well in your temple."

As these people dispersed, more people, including the guitarist and the dancer Su Luo, gathered around Scheller.

Bishop Calestini calmed himself down, adjusted himself, and quickly stepped down with his men to visit Sheler first.

Well, so what about threats?

The birth of a master or even a greater master will have a cultural impact on a city, a country, or even the whole world that lasts for at least hundreds of years. So is it impossible for the ups and downs of the artistic careers of a few small people to be rewritten afterwards?
He led a group of "flower-touched people" to toast Fanning with a glass of wine.

"Mr. Scheller." "Mr. Scheller."

Finally, he said hello to the remnants of the Fragrant Flower Temple and looked closely at his old acquaintance, Bishop Calestini. Overall, he looked a little haggard and decadent. Thinking of the fragrance of flowers in the summer on the southern continent, Fan Ning still felt a little sad.

All of a sudden, there were many things I wanted to bring up again, but I didn’t know where to start.

"Mr. Scheele, where is Miss Nightingale? Where is little girl Luna? And Master Luckert?" It was Calestini who asked first.

It was a problem that actually had no hope, but it could not be completely resolved unless Scheller confirmed it himself.

6◇9◇Book◇Bar

Fanning shook his head, still leaning back in his seat, holding his guitar with a melancholy look on his face, not like he was playing any "character".

But the alcohol stimulated the pain that had been suppressed for many days in Calestini's heart. With Fanning's reaction, he suddenly fell to the ground with a thud!
"I beg you, Mr. Scheele! Although the Southern Continent is not your hometown, and although you are just a wandering bard, you are the last patron of the 'Poet of Flowers'. I beg for your help, and I beg you to lead the now reorganized 'United Principality Festival Orchestra' to St. Perto of Janus!"

"Whether you want to do something else at the Harvest Arts Festival or write some new works is entirely up to you. I just hope you can personally conduct "Summer Noon Dream" in front of the whole world and create its first performance in a truly complete sense!"

Fanning motioned for him to stand up, raised his cocktail glass again and invited him to clink it with his -

"Ding."

The strange taste created by using charcoal-roasted coffee, herbal juice and raw eggs as the base, plus some unknown alcoholic beverages, is indeed very nostalgic.

"Master Luket and I have a long history. I also miss my two lovely students. Of course I will help you, but you don't have to beg me for anything. So what is the current situation of your temple? The worst thing has already happened. Why do you still look so scared when you meet those guys?"

"Because there are still hundreds of thousands of people, with even more relatives, friends, family members and supporters. They are not completely free of worries." Calestini smiled bitterly when he heard this.

"It's just that we can't even be considered an official organization in the full sense of the word. There are only two of us left, including me, and one is on the front line guarding Theolain and Janus, who are fighting for territory. There are still eight high-ranking 'Flower Touched' and more than 8 mid-ranking ones."

"There are too few survivors in the South. Although many relatives have returned, they are simply unable to rebuild such a vast land. It is good enough to defend a city-state. I also know that the recovery of the power of the Mystic Side is the key among the keys, but the promotion qualifications of the Profound Ones are controlled by the Special Patrol Office. If we want to increase our living strength, we can only follow the rules of the game they set up on the Art Side. In the current situation, I am afraid that for quite a long time, our personnel will not be able to do anything."

Calestini thought again of the expedition team's withdrawal from the southern continent and couldn't help sighing. The "psychological preparation" he had done temporarily had him back to a state of anxiety.

"Oh, that's how it is."

Fanning raised his head at this time.

"Show me the list of those who know."