Alien world

Chapter 1491 125. Aftertaste
Turkinson's situation is not too good, but not too bad.

Generally speaking, he used Madeleine's accident on the stage to eliminate his biggest enemy, Count André, but he also completely offended the interest groups in the capital of art.

Most of the time, the nobles are scattered, but when they come together, they are a force that cannot be underestimated, especially when outsiders appear who may harm their interests.

The situation now is that Sir John Turkinson is regarded as an outsider by the art world.

So he had to hold on to Governor Burgundy's thighs even tighter.

In order to cling to the governor's thigh, he had to be more radical in causing trouble for the elders and draw a clear line between himself and them.

This is the self-awareness of a chess piece.

As long as he passes this hurdle... Sir Turkinson will succeed Count Andre and become the new behind-the-scenes controller of the art capital.

In any case, the "Singing Contest" ended successfully.

The first person to tell him the good news was Bean, but the second one took him by surprise.

"Congratulations, it looks like things are going well for you as well."

Through the portal, Annan contacted Sir Turkinson.

"Thank you for your congratulations, Lord Annan Reeves." Sir Turkinson saluted and asked, "Is the champion Bailey Knight?"

"The champion is the Saint, the runner-up is Silver Dragon, and the third place is Bailey Knight."

Sir Turkinson couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It seems you win."

"I think so too. But you are amazing. You can complete the competition smoothly despite such great resistance."

If Annan came, he would be merciful if he didn't hang a row of nobles from the street lights in the capital of art.

"I need your help with something."

"Please speak." Sir Turkinson showed great respect to Annan.

"How about selling us your copyright?"

"Copyright...what is it?"

“It’s the broadcasting rights of your game.”

Sir Turkinson said generously: "All is available to you."

"No, just the finals will do."

"I have a request, too," said Lord Turkinson. "I want one, too."

After the award ceremony, Turkinson went backstage to find Madeleine.

"I need your help."

Madeleine opened her arms and allowed the servant to take off the heavy golden crown that symbolized the championship and untie the bustle attached to the hem of her skirt.

"The show is over, there's nothing more for me to do," Madeline said flatly.

There was no joy, as if she was not the one who won the championship. There was no questioning, as if she was not the one who almost fell to her death.

"That's your business." Madeline looked at the servant who had stopped, "Go on."

Sir Turkinson frowned as he watched the servant untie the ties on the back of his long skirt, revealing a smooth, white back, and then turned around but did not leave.

"I'm pretty sure it's your thing, too."

Madeline's expression finally changed: "Reason?"

"Because I have connections to Liberty City."

"This has nothing to do with me."

"It has nothing to do with Bailey Knight?"

"Bailey Knight..." Madeline pursed her lips slightly, her amber eyes fluctuated briefly, then returned to calm, "It's been so long that I can hardly remember it."

"Really? That's very interesting... The best partners parted ways, but more than a decade later, standing on two different stages, they both chose the song "Dancing in the Moonlight" at the same time. It was like singing a duet across space."

The only sound in the room was the rustling of people stripping. After a moment, Madeline sneered: "Do you think I will be moved?"

Sir Turkinson did not answer, but took out a magic stone from his arms, activated it and placed it on the cabinet next to the door.

The image is projected on the ceiling, and the picture is cut in two, with Bailey on the left and Madeline on the right.

"Remember the crack in the ice lake that night? We stood on tiptoe and measured the crack in the moonlight."

When the first line of the song sounded, Madeline's naked body trembled slightly.

The servant saw goose bumps on her skin and quickly fetched clothes to put on her. "But the moonlight is intoxicating. I dance carefully on the broken moon on the ice..."

The two solo songs were cut together, like a duet, echoing in the quiet room...

A few minutes later, it came to an end.

Madeline, who had changed into a loose dress, took a deep breath and turned around.

"how do you want to do it?"

……

The capital of art, the city lord’s mansion.

Sir Turkinson stood in front of an illusory projection with his head lowered.

"You lost, you lost to Annan Reeves." Governor Bolgont's tone was calm, but the oppression was as thick as a dark cloud.

“But I won the championship.”

There is no rule that only one force can designate the champion.

From the beginning to the end, Sir John Turkinson never thought about competing with Annan Reeves.

The reason why he acted as if he was determined to fight Annan to the death was because if he didn't do so, that group of old nobles would definitely hold him back.

The capital of art no longer has its champions. They are still the veterans, but they will only be eaten up.

"You're taking advantage."

The dark clouds turned into thunder and lightning.

Governor Burgundy appreciates the cleverness of his men, but he shouldn't use that cleverness on himself.

Sir Turkinson said: "So I have controlled Count Andre on the charge of assaulting Lady Madeleine, and I have obtained a confession from Lady Madeleine."

As soon as the words fell, the door was pushed open and Madeline appeared outside.

"Greetings, Governor."

"Hello, Miss Madeline."

Governor Burgundy's expression softened.

He had worked with the Two-Faced Count before, so he was not unfamiliar with him.

His gaze returned to Sir Turkinson who lowered his head, and for a long time, he acquiesced in Turkinson's cleverness.

"Handle it cleanly."

……

"The clue is broken?"

After getting Yingge's affirmation again, Annan followed her to meet the victim and the person involved, the silver dragon Onyxia, while there was still some time before the award ceremony, and heard her story in person.

Annan was sensitive to the faint emotions of "guilty" and "selfishness" in the silver dragon Onyxia's heart.

"Are you hiding something?" Annan asked her.

"No……"

Seeing the same guilty look as Elimoyas, Annan had the answer and stretched out his hand: "Hand over the things?"

Unable to maintain the iceberg any longer, the silver dragon Onyxia pretended to be confused: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"If you don't hand over the things, we won't be able to find the murderer. If we can't find the murderer, we won't be able to dig deeper into them. If we can't dig deeper into them, we won't be able to ask for the compensation given to you."

But after dealing with dragons many times, Annan knew how to deal with them.

It's not that Annan is modest. When he was not even a warlock, he coaxed an unnamed young blue dragon to be his bodyguard.

But after all, Onyxia is a silver dragon known for its intelligence, so she still maintained her dignity: "How can I believe that you will keep your word?"

Annan stopped Saint Laya from speaking and said, "I am the mayor of Liberty City, the son of the Church of Fortune, and the spokesperson of the Goddess of Fortune."

With every word, Onyxia's gaze melted a little as she looked at him.

"I can mobilize more resources in the church than the Saint."

After she said the last sentence, she looked at Annan with eyes as gentle as a lover.

(End of this chapter)