A strange world

Chapter 1434 Reeves Interview

On the first day of the semi-finals, thousands of contestants withdrew from commercial streets around the world, and countless were eliminated.

But the list of qualified and waiting candidates is still so long that it can be compiled into a book.

The turmoil caused by the opening of the Art Capital was all outside the stadium. Except for opera singers who secretly came from the Art Capital or had connections with it, most people’s concept of the Art Capital was similar to Annan’s a few days ago: What Art Capital?

The nobles were watching the fun, and the capital of art had a less-than-friendly opinion of the Liberty City - a thief who brought disgrace to art.

It was like pointing at the champion warlock and scolding him for not only desecrating art but also stealing.

They were looking forward to how Annan Reeves would fight back.

Evelyn, the editor-in-chief of Voice of Freedom, interviewed Annan Reeves, the man at the center of the dispute.

Catalina tore a corner of the newspaper, the magic stone powder was activated, and Evelyn's voice was heard.

She stepped back next to Geela and listened quietly with her.

【Evelyn: "Lord Annan, what do you think of the voice of the Art Capital?"

Annan Reeves: "I want to correct you, dear Ruth *laughter*, that is not the voice of the capital of the arts, that is the voice of the temple of the arts."

Evelyn: “What’s the difference?”

Annan Reeves: "Of course, the City of Art was founded in the 306th year of the Saint Laurent calendar by the legendary bard Sophie Waldo. It is blessed by the God of Art and is a holy place for all those who love art. I have longed for it since I was a child, but when I grew up, I began to hear about some scandals in the City of Art..."

Evelyn: "What scandal?"

Annan Reeves: "Trust me, and my readers, you don't want to hear this..."

Evelyn: "But we won't be satisfied unless you tell us."】

"Yes, yes." Jira agreed.

Katerina ignored her and listened carefully.

【Annan Reeves: "Okay, I'll tell you something that's not too serious... Many opera houses train children, and poor people like to send their children there to stay away from poverty... But they don't know what their children will encounter in the opera house... Don't you think it's strange? Why are there children who died of illness or ran away in the opera house?"

Evelyn: "Oh my god... those kids..."

Annan Reeves: "Yes, beautiful children were sent to the nobles for their enjoyment."

Evelyn: “Oh my god, this isn’t serious?”

Annan Reeves: "Compared to what they did, playing with little boys really was nothing."

Evelyn: "How can the nobles be so evil!"

Annan Reeves: "So I had no good feelings towards the Art City of Santa Clara. It was my elder sister Idyllia who told me that there were hundreds of thousands of people living in the Art City, and only a small number of nobles were doing evil."

Evelyn: “Is that why you corrected me?”

Annan Reeves: “Yes, in my opinion, The Art Newspaper speaks for the rotten old guys in the art world, and I think (pause) they are tarnishing art.”

Evelyn: "Wow, that's a really... serious accusation. Are you sure you want to print that? 'Jack'."]

"Wow, they're calling each other's names!" screamed Kira.

"Shh, don't make noise."

【Annan Reeves: Why not? They were the first to attack me with despicable means, you know that.

Evelyn: Let me see what they said (sound of flipping pages), um... they said that you held "National Singer" without going through the Art Capital, and that you found a group of people who knew nothing about music and let rat people go on stage, and that you were not qualified to award the champion and the runner-up and third place were just to make up the numbers, and that you embezzled money from the savings bank.

Annan Reeves: *Laughter* It took you half a minute just to read out that list of "evidence".

Evelyn: “What do you think?”

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Annan Reeves: "I have never seen the most... well, I mean, they are really the most shameless group of people I have ever seen. I can refute their accusations one by one."

Evelyn: "Then start by saying that you held "All People's Singer" without their consent."

Annan Reeves: "You? The art is yours?"

Evelyn: "They are the capital of art, the people of the god of art."

Annan Reeves: "So they can declare what art is? Who gives them the right? I can answer your second question at the same time: the ones who are truly qualified to define what art is are all the intelligent life on the continent of Allen, not some crappy art palace."

"There are so many people in Allen Continent who like 'All People's Singer'. There are 220,000 contestants alone. The public has already told me the answer with their actions."

Evelyn: "What about letting the rat man take the stage?"

Annan Reeves: "I have seen... a ratman master, whose literary attainments are far beyond those of some old guys who are just sitting in the art hall doing nothing. So I think race should not be a shackle that prevents them from singing loudly. Aren't you looking forward to it? Humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, dragons, and countless other races competing on the same stage..."

Evelyn: "I'm looking forward to it. What about the runner-up and third place?"

Annan Reeves: "I don't think this needs to be explained... But since you asked, let me put it in a more dignified way: We all know that the first place is the strongest, but that doesn't mean the second and third place are weak. They just lost for various reasons, and I am just giving these people a reputation even though they lost with honor."

Evelyn: "*Clapping softly* That's very well said. The last accusation is... The Hall of Arts said that you embezzled the money from the savings bank to host "The People's Singer"."

Annan Reeves: "The person who said this obviously knows neither Liberty City nor the Safe Depository. He is just making assumptions and making malicious assumptions. But that's normal, because that's what they do."

"For the old guys in the art hall, they would rather let their money turn to dust than let a little of it fall through their fingers and share it with others."

“The tragedy of the city of art is that it allows a person who knows nothing about the social system to take the position of decision-maker and speak freely.”