Alien world

Chapter 1453 87. The other side

Sir John Turkinson sat in a seat in the tower conference room, holding the fresh votes of his competitors: hundreds of thousands or even millions of votes.

This is only the first day.

There is simply no comparison.

“We are at a great disadvantage. Even the largest art theater can only accommodate a thousand people,” said an old nobleman.

"Isn't it because you are unwilling to give up the theater's profits and reject magic images?"

Sir Turkinson sneered, leaving the old noble speechless.

From doing the dirty and tiring work, with the credit going to the nobles if he did well and the blame going to himself if he did badly, he has now become a lackey who can give orders to the elders. All this is thanks to Annan.
But despite his gratitude, he would not give in on anything on the field.

"Now is not the time to talk about this."

The old man in gorgeous clothes at the first seat spoke gloomily: "We need to think about how to get the world's attention back to the capital of art."

"We can also record it with the Philosopher's Stone and show it in various theaters. There's still time!" said another old nobleman.

Sir Clinkerkinson shook his head: "Why should we compare our weaknesses with their strengths?"

"Liberty City's advantage is its large population, so we should play to our strengths and become the elite. When all the big names are on our side and the opera singers are standing for us, then the right to define the championship will naturally belong to us."

Sir John Turkinson's original idea was to create it this way, and then to establish his status by belittling the people who watched "The People's Singer" as peasants.

But unfortunately, because of Diantang's previous foolishness and recklessness, he lost a trump card.

Although later on, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise and he got in touch with the governor.

"Next, I want you to invite nobles you are familiar with, the higher the status the better, and have them support the Singer Contest. It would be best if they could come to the art capital and watch a competition in person."

The old man in gorgeous clothes didn't say anything. An old nobleman with a sarcastic tone stood up and said, "You are in charge of the competition. Why should we waste our favors to help you?"

"Because no one can escape punishment for failing the Opera Contest." "Don't blame me for not warning you."

The old man finally spoke, staring at Tukinson coldly: "Are you threatening us?"

"It's not a threat, it's a warning."

"Think about it, if Annan Reeves becomes famous as the first champion singer in the Allen Continent, who will care about us then?"

Lord Turkinson glanced across the seat as if he were looking at a pile of dust that should be swept into a corner.

"The capital of art? Huh..."

……

Coming out of the palace tower, Sir Turkinson went straight to Madeline's residence.

Madeleine is the key to whether the capital of art can withstand the offensive of the Liberty City.

"Please inform Lady Madeleine. I want to see her."

The servant turned back to the mansion to report the news. Not long after, she came back and said apologetically: "Miss Madeline is going to rest. Please come back tomorrow..."

"This is a very important matter."

"But the lady said that no one can... what are you doing——"

Sir Turkinson suddenly pushed aside the servant and walked inside.

The guards standing by the door like statues took a step forward, and Sir Turkinson glanced at them: "You dare to stop me?"

The guards stopped dead in their tracks.

Anyone who was a little more informed would know that Sir John Turkinson was now the uncrowned king of the art capital and only took orders from the Governor.

Sir Turkinson broke into the mansion, ignored the servants' obstruction, walked all the way to the bedroom, and knocked on the door.

knock--

As soon as there was a knock, the door was opened.

The servant behind the door stepped back, revealing Madeleine sitting on the sofa in her house gown.

She was facing the door sideways, and this angle made her outline look like a clear silhouette. Her long wavy hair and long legs sticking out of her nightgown made the silhouette full of tension. Sir Turkinson lowered his head and apologized first: "I apologize for disturbing you. I have something important to discuss with you."

"I won't tell anyone about you breaking into my room, and I don't want to get involved in anything other than the music. Please go away." Madeline said lazily.

"I hope you can attend and sing at tomorrow's game—"

"I told you I won't get involved in anything other than the music."

It seems that Madeleine has indeed become the prince's mistress as the rumors say...

But he has no way out... If he fails in the "Singer Contest", the Governor will give up on him, and those old guys in the palace will not let him go.

Thinking of this, Sir Turkinson raised his head: "Eileen Witherspoon."

The servant's eyes widened in horror, and the atmosphere in the bedroom froze in an instant.

Madeline raised her eyes, anger brewing beneath her apparent calmness: "What did you call me?"

"Erin Witherspoon, you don't understand what losing means to us."

"Do you think this kind of provocation will make me fight to the death to keep your position?" Madeline said with a hint of mockery.

"I didn't provoke him."

Sir Turkinson said calmly: "Free City won, all my efforts were in vain, the Governor will be disappointed in me, and the nobles will bite me like hyenas."

"And you, Ms. Irene Witherspoon. Silver City has completed its revenge and has the first champion singer in the continent of Allen, while you have become the clown who betrayed your hometown."

Madeline didn't say anything, only her left hand tightly grasping the handrail showed that she was not at peace.

……

As he walked out of the mansion, beads of sweat quickly appeared on Sir Turkinson's forehead.

He was just betting that Madeline still cared about the past... Fortunately, he won the bet.

Although he also offended Madeline.

Now there is only one last person left to invite: Governor Bolgont.

As a carriage passed by, Sir Turkinson sensed something was wrong and looked up. He saw the amber opera house emblem on the carriage and Bean with a gentle smile in front of the window.

"How did you come?"

"I'm worried." Bean asked with concern, "Why are you sweating so much?"

"The room is a little stuffy, and women are afraid of the cold."

Sir Turkinson pretended to be fine and complained, "Just right, take me to the city lord's mansion."

The carriage slowly moved forward. Bean took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his lover's face: "Madeleine promised you?"

"Of course, she had no reason to refuse."

Everyone has weaknesses. When weaknesses are threatened, even the most powerful people cannot remain calm.

After arriving at the city lord's mansion, Sir Turkinson waited for a while and then saw the projection of the governor.

Sir Thomas Turkinson briefly outlined the current predicament.

"What a shame."

Governor Bolgont looked at him coldly: "Annan Reeves just moved a little, and you lost your composure?"

"How can you make me believe that you can defeat Annan Reeves?"

"Leaving no stone unturned in doing something shows how much respect you have for your enemy," said Sir Turkinson, neither humble nor arrogant. "Should we engrave 'I had eight ways to kill him, but I didn't use them' on our tombstone?"

"How dare you speak to me like that?"

Governor Burgundy spoke in a low voice, stared at Sir Turkinson for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed moodily.

"I will take some time to visit the capital of art. You'd better not let me down."

(End of this chapter)