musicians of old

Chapter 830 Swing on the Glacier
Indeed, during the last day or two on the tower, Fanning did not continue writing the musical score manuscript at all.

The final chapter doesn't even seem to have been written.

So what exactly was Fanning doing? He ordered these Special Patrol personnel to spend more than a day scraping out this hammer from the scraps of auxiliary equipment being transported!
And then they make these order enforcers constantly refine and adjust!

If there were some extraordinary factors that required coordination with the music, and they needed to help, that would be understandable.

The problem is that its material is just an ordinary piece of wood, and its only "characteristic" is that it is a bit hard!

The “resistance ritual” will require a large amount of “secret historical power” from these order-keepers as part of the sacrifice.

What's this about "making the listener feel as if their internal organs are being shaken"? Can't you just carve some kind of incantation to achieve that effect? ​​Why waste the energy that the Order Executors have to adjust their state by repeatedly scraping wood chips?
"Just help me when I ask, stop with the nonsense." The nameless angel sneered at Koseli.

The atmosphere between "you" was tense again, as the two sides had already formed a deep enmity over past events in the mortal world.

"What are you arguing about?" Pogrelic's voice came from behind.

Previously, he had either sat on the ground or stood with his hands behind his back, but his position had never left the center of the six-pointed star, and he did not turn around at this moment.

After listening to the account of what happened, he turned his back to everyone and said calmly, "It's not a big problem, but Master Fan Ning, just remember what the purpose of recruiting you into the discussion group was."

"It wasn't me who applied, Director." Fan Ning shifted his gaze from the wooden mallet, his thoughts drifting to the crumbling sky, and sighed, "Actually, the music is almost finished, just like a person, who has reached their full potential."

"However, all of you who have come here—you, me, and him—are not actually gathered here for the same thing. For your esteemed hall, this may be precisely what the ceremony requires. But for me, it's somewhat sad. I feel that doing this kind of thing is actually meaningless. Some things that I once devoted myself to wholeheartedly, and that kind of life that I cherish, may truly be gone forever."

Pogrerich waited calmly for him to finish speaking, then gently reminded him: "You are the only member of the discussion group who has not yet been promoted to an Executive. Choosing the 'path of pioneers' is not easy. You may look for opportunities in the future, but whatever your thoughts are, seeking the greatest possible alignment with the organization's intentions is the wise choice."

"Would you believe me if I said my only thought and purpose was to see the stars? Hahaha."

The sunlight was intense and the wind howled in the glacier. Fanning paced back and forth, smiling as he faced the group of locals dressed in orange mountaineering gear.

A burst of even louder mockery erupted from the crowd opposite.

“Perhaps we should try to believe,” the long-haired deputy said, weighing his entrenching tool in his hand. “But the reason you’ve come up with is really… sigh, haven’t you realized after all these days that finding a place to stargaze at night in Himachal Pradesh is incredibly easy? This guide you hired is really unprofessional.”

"What exactly do you want?" Joan's voice was wary and cold.

Wearing a gray cashmere coat, Lelic smiled slightly, breathed on his sunglasses, and slowly began to wipe them with a cloth.

"The international attention to the snow mountain tragedy is quite high, even higher than I expected."

"Several governments wanted to investigate the matter, but this place was indeed difficult to access. The environment was harsh, the geopolitical situation was sensitive, and the electromagnetic signals inexplicably malfunctioned. No one wanted to let the other party take the lead, so in the end, the matter could only be entrusted to us, the 'third party'."

“You’ve been placed under a lot of trust, but the supervision and pressure of the mission are also immense, gentlemen.” Leridge put his sunglasses back on, glanced at the compass, and then looked up at the sunlight. “...At this location, we’ve passed the normal checkpoint to ‘L Peak,’ haven’t we? It seems you do know something. Secret peak, hidden story of the accident. Let’s talk as we walk, let’s have a good chat.”

“Oh, right, if they behave well, let’s consider not pursuing the matter of breaking the rules for guides accepting orders.” Leridge took the lead, leaving the last sentence to his subordinate.

"You're bothered by the sudden appearance of a group of people following you, aren't you?" Joan asked in a low voice.

"Are you asking us?" Ruoyi asked in surprise.

“Of course, I’m the guide, and you are the employers,” Joan said.

"To be honest, it's a real downer and really dampens the mood for stargazing," Fan Ning said, pursing his lips. "But what can we do? The local bullies have the numbers and the power."

There is indeed more to the story than just bad luck.

When news of the "mass casualty incident" was learned, and then connected with unusual details such as the tribute event for "The Secret Realm of Apocalypse", the family curse mentioned by Qiong, and the "farewell phone call" from Fan Chenxun in the dream, it was clear that...
Fanning already sensed that the mountaineering trip might not be so smooth, and it might not be as simple as "chasing the stars overhead."
"Let's see what these people are up to first," Joan said, brushing a strand of her hair aside.

"How so?" Fan Ning asked.

"If this group of people were simply commissioned by the government to 'produce a truthful and comprehensive investigation report,' then why not let them lead the way? Let them remove the road signs, burn the sheet music, and then you all look at your stars, each doing your own thing without disturbing each other."

“But I’m afraid this group of people will cause too much trouble and waste time, or they might be conducting the investigation with the intention of using biased reporting, which would directly conflict with our actions,” Fan Ning pondered after hearing this.

Indeed, if the other party is simply using their superior numbers to "freeload" on our labor and establish "rules for taking orders," then so be it.

But given Lelic's personality and stance, his true aim is probably to maintain the rules and monopolize the mountaineering market in the long run.

Investigating the accident and issuing a report? A matter that several governments found thorny, after much maneuvering, ended up in the hands of this group to handle. With the colluding Indian authorities also involved, it's hard to say who will ultimately be the one being played!
"Hurry up, hurry up, pack your things!"

"Stop dawdling and lead the way!"

The group quickly began threatening and urging them to hurry up.

As the sunlight swept overhead and gradually moved westward, the climbing team grew into a large group, heading one after another towards the secret peak "R Peak".

The altitude first exceeded 6500 meters, and then gradually fluctuated up and down due to the winding and meandering terrain. The visual position of the conventional "L-shaped peak" gradually receded after being brought closer.

The road became winding and twisting, and the high point above the destination was always shrouded in clouds and mist. In the vast expanse of pale gold scattered by the sunlight, there were occasional patches of gray-black haze.

"Isn't it boring? Why do you keep asking? Isn't it annoying?"

Fanning said.

"I told you I came to see the stars, but you didn't believe me. Well then, go believe what you believe in."

Why go to such an unconventional location?

"Because it looks better."

"Answer honestly, where did you learn that the secret mountain exists?"

"It's circulating online. Don't you guys use the internet?"

Why contact this guide named Joan?

"Didn't we approach you in the first place? Didn't you say you couldn't do it?"

"Why."

"No, we'll just follow. Why are you all talking so much nonsense?"

During this time, the interrogation-like conversation continued intermittently, and Fanning's patience seemed to be gradually wearing thin.

He really doesn't care much about anything anymore, or more accurately, he doesn't care about "what specifically happens".

It's not just Ruoyi whose fate is uncertain and who has no ties to others; Fan Ning is the same. Sometimes he even suspects that the answer to destiny has long been sealed away somewhere, and that all the things a person does in their life are just a process of uncovering it through a certain "ritualistic" process. If you have to understand it that way, then this "unexpected" episode he is currently experiencing may not be an unexpected episode at all.

Of course, being repeatedly retorted by a mere youth was somewhat humiliating, and the deputy fiercely raised his weapon to threaten Fan Ning.

But the other side didn't seem to react at all.

"Don't you guys think this place looks a bit unusual?" Joan suddenly asked the group.

The furious deputy was momentarily distracted by the little girl with purplish-red hair.

"Hmm, it does seem a bit special."

Everyone began to look around, while two others raised their cameras and took pictures from various angles.

"Look, there's a swing over there!" one of them suddenly shouted.