musicians of old

Chapter 762: Registered

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

The applause lasted for a long time, the square was bright, and huge flags fluttered in the wind in all directions.

Fanning picked up the glass of water beside him and took a sip.

"Happy holidays. Hats off to Mr. Poglieri."

Amidst a sea of ​​applause and cheers, he repeated it like a parrot, leaning back in his seat and staring at the podium with squinted eyes.

"Miss Julia Rosenthal."

"Marquis Amaranta of Hohenstaufen."

"Dr. Diben Adim."

This warm atmosphere continued for quite some time, as names were still being read out and the number of people exceeded two hundred.

Finally, at a certain moment, the leader sitting in the middle of a row of inspectors seemed to feel a little noisy in his ears and made a gesture of pressing his hands down.

He didn't stand up, didn't turn around, and there was no expression on his face, just simple movements.

The square fell silent in an instant.

"That's all, friends."

Mr. La turned the pages of the book and saw that there was a blank space at the back with no name, so he turned back.

"The precarious situation is at least a little safer." He closed his speech.

"Oh, and I believe everyone has noticed the reform trend of the reorganization and merger of the Lower House of the Theolaine Parliament." Then, he smiled gently.

"Afterwards, in order to more safely deal with the next situation and to take more effective measures to protect the public order and interests, we will further integrate our forces and optimize the structure, both at the secular level and a little more mysterious. So, this is a briefing."

Compared to those words that made me breathless before.
At this time, it seems to be looking for ordinary sentences and ordinary content.

Finally, it’s ordinary content.

Most people were breathing the fresh air in the square greedily and enjoyably.

However, a very small number of people in the square - just three or four - suddenly sat up straight, with strange light in their eyes!
Including Bishop Calestini of the remnants of the Temple of Flowers, His Majesty Pope Janing XIX, Marquis McAdam, and Fanning!

Further integrate forces and optimize the structure! ? ! ?
But the vast majority of the other people, although listening attentively, didn't seem to react much.

It seems that their thinking ability was overloaded by previous information.

It seemed that what the person on the stage said was a digression that was not very important at the moment.

At this time, a staff member came forward and took away the speech book that Mr. La had just read.

"Next, let's get back to the main topic of the festival."

Mr. Wax smiled and slid his wheelchair away from the podium.

"Hail to the devotees of art! Please leave the remaining time to our colleague on the organizing committee, our musicologist Mr. Laxus."

Uniform applause broke out.

Come promptly and leave without delay.

"Hail to the devotees of art." Laxus repeated Mr. Wax's words after he climbed the stairs to the stage.

"Books are immortal memories, as are music scores, stones, paintings, and art."

"History drifts in the long river, and the truth it breeds is infinitely carried away, but scholars who study history fight against time and preserve the old stories. In this process, there is a form that transcends language. It is a sign of the ancient times, a warning for the present, and a lesson for future generations. We, and the world, will never forget, just like the teachings of 'Unfallen Fire', 'Tower Maker', 'Winter Wind' or other witnesses."

Laxus also lowered his head to read the manuscript and looked up at people.

"I will now announce the names of those who have been added to the register."

“They are all great or above-great artists who have made outstanding contributions to the 40th Harvest Art Festival for all mankind. There is no particular order of ranking. The order is related to the time when the organizing committee makes the decision.”

Laxus said these words not long after Mr. Wax's previous speech.

In addition, the depth of the square is very wide, and police officers are still coming in and out from all directions.

Those on the "Special Commendation List" who were read out at the end of the order are still being handcuffed, their arms tied up, and pushed along one by one.

Amid the clinking sounds of metal colliding and the clattering of leather shoes, Laxus opened the elegant, thick, large-sized book in his arms.

"Roy McAdam." "Ciaran Conall."

Large groups of citizens suddenly turned their heads and looked over.

Fan Ning, who was standing between the two people, was surrounded by strange looks from the crowd. Suddenly, he felt as if his heart was hit by a small hammer, and a light golden light flowed in his eyes.

But then he realized something was wrong and exhaled slowly.

What the hell was I doing?! I was reading a list of people who were included in the list, a list of artists with historical significance who could determine or establish a "Forging Lion" level of influence.

The citizens who came over after hearing the noise gradually realized that their reactions just now seemed to be "inertial misalignment".

"Sheeran."

Roy reacted quickly. She called out softly to alert Sheeran who was sitting on the other side of Fanning.

Then she stood up first, with an elegant smile on her face, and bowed towards the stage and the citizens behind her.

After Xilan's reminder, he reacted immediately, and his overall movement was only slightly slower than Roy's.

At the same moment when the two girls bowed to greet them, three groups of police officers, holding "special honorees" in their arms, passed by their aisle.

Naturally, it also passed under Fanning's nose.

Fanning also briefly made eye contact with one of the acquaintances.

Dr. Diben Adim, professor of oil painting at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Theolaine, expressionist painter, and leader of the asset revitalization of the journal "End of the Century". I had a conversation with him at the awarding ceremony of the "Order of the Thistle", and he also visited the Turner Art Hall later.

The wide black felt hat he usually wore fell off to the ground when he reached the corner of the seating corridor because his body was too crooked.

“Swoosh—bang bang bang!!”

“Swoosh—bang bang bang!!”

Behind the altar, brilliant colorful lights burst out from the spherical dome of the cathedral, blooming into the cursive characters of Sheeran and Roy's names in the night sky.

"Rimlin Erasmus."

"Genucio Goya."

"Claudia Lausanne."

"Beatrice Angelica."

The names of these outstanding figures prompted artists from all over the world to stand up and pay tribute.

More and more brilliant fireworks exploded in the night sky, forming cursive characters.

Those who have passed away more distantly are not within the scope of discussion at the latest Harvest Arts Festival. It is the responsibility of musicologists or scholars who study history to rediscover the value of the "character" of historical figures.

Here, the exact meaning of the rising fireworks is "artists who have made outstanding contributions to the 40th Harvest Art Festival for All Humanity", which means that the candidates must be alive, or have died less than 7 years ago and have left their own artistic footprints within this period of time.

"Pisaro Cumier."

"Quercia Stolheim."

"Gilbert Capron."

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The rumble of special royal fireworks mingled with the faint sounds of arguments, pleas and gunfire at the far end of the square.

I don't know if those strong white "searchlights" have been dimmed, but now they are not so glaring for a moment.

It is possible that vision is gradually adapting.

Or maybe it was the dazzling colors of the fireworks that disrupted the dull monotony of the lighting beams.

"Ann Chretien."

"Willibald Cranmer."

"Amaranta Sulo."

From a point to a whole, the crowd began to applaud again.

“Crash, lala, lala!!”

More and more people stood up, looked at each other, shouted excitedly, and clapped their hands to express their highest respect for the great artists.

The warm and festive atmosphere that belongs to the end of a celebration.

However, I wonder if anyone realizes that this scene is just a replay of what happened just now.

I came here just recently.

Amid the applause, the last group of people on the "special commendation list" had not yet completely left the square.

But no matter what, the festive atmosphere in the square and the twelve main roads has definitely reached its peak.

The strange fireworks that appeared over the cathedral triggered responses from citizens in other areas who spontaneously set off fireworks.

For a moment, the sky above the holy city was colorful, and people's smiling faces were flashing with various colors.