Lassus and Owen couldn't help being surprised, and asked two questions at the same time and from different angles.
The wreckage of the "old days" may appear in the form of a baton - this is the information that the leader and Mr. Wax have only speculated in recent months. After the information came out, recalling Fan Ning's performances in the past few years, things became clear
stand up.
The wreckage is indeed in his hands! He seemed to have used it for a while and then discarded it for a while.
So the problem now is that the contamination of the remains of the "old days" will not only cause a large amount of abnormal inspiration to be implanted in the skulls of the exposed persons, causing painful physiological reactions and severe schizophrenia, but will also cause frequent events in exposed areas and performance venues.
Entering the abnormal zone and becoming a "worm" burrowing into the world, how did he manage to suppress it to a level where "at least temporarily it seemed like nothing had happened"?
Furthermore, since he dared to openly use it to conduct performances again, he should have considered
"Issuing an arrest warrant and taking action?"
Owen narrowed his eyes, propped up the armrests of his seat, and moved slightly away from the seat.
Even Lasus, who had always been at loggerheads with Irving before, looked thoughtful at this moment and could not make a statement immediately.
Ruining this performance, making enemies of the artists, and forcing the audience to miss their appointments is a huge price for the Special Patrol Office, a bigger price than the raid two years ago.
I'm afraid only Nan Guo's price is higher than that.
But what if what you get at the price is the remains of the "old days"?
"Don't worry." A lazy man's voice floated out.
"Mr. Wax? What do you mean?" Owen looked at the empty auditorium next to him.
"He has more than one remains of the Origin God on his body." The lazy voice continued to respond.
"In addition to the 'old days', there is at least the 'Fountain in the Painting' that was taken away from the ruins of the site, and possibly the 'Hidden Lamp'"
"What the leader needs is all the seven remains of the Origin God. Now the collection progress has lagged far behind. You must know that whether it is the 'Disenchantment Ritual' in the order or the 'Resistance Ritual' in the reverse position, there is a lack of
If one piece or six pieces are missing, I’m afraid the result will be inoperable.”
"Haha, you should have a comprehensive talk with him later."
Fan Ning has already ascended the podium.
Amid the expectant cheers in the hall, his eyes seemed to be looking at Owen.
Actually not.
What he was looking at was the empty, absent seat in the middle of the distinguished guest area.
After staring into the air for a moment, he suddenly smiled inexplicably.
Turning around, he waved his arms, and all the musicians and chorus members who were seated stood up in unison.
Fan Ning motioned to the orchestra, which he had created himself, to follow him and salute the audience.
Tioleon, several small cities and towns in the administrative region of Eagles County.
"The signal is coming!"
"It's on, the radio is on."
In the clean, bright and modern medium-sized theater, the long-awaited voices of dozens of listeners came.
Due to the format of this so-called "radio concert", many listeners who had never been to it did not understand it very well, and the attendance rate was actually not particularly high.
About 70% of the audience came. Tickets cost 1 penny in the small town and 1 shilling in the small town. Even the theater chain with the highest operating income in Eagles County only cost more than 20 pounds. This is still in the early days.
The result is a stable audience and promotional channels that have been established.
"Twenty pounds, to put it bluntly, although we did not hire actors and actresses, it is only enough to cover our gas, consumables and personnel organization costs." The manager in charge of finance was calculating.
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"No, that's not the point." The person in charge of the theater chain looked around and thought, "According to the instructions of the superior theater chain, the function of tickets is more of 'statistics'!"
"Or, witness!"
In the imperial capital of Santaram, the branch of the Turner Art Hall here is of the same high standard as Ufranser.
However, the venue used by the radio station today is Hall 2, which has 1,000 fewer seats than Hall 1, and the attendance rate is also about 70%.
Because there was another performance scheduled in Hall No. 1 a month ago, the headquarters meant that there was no need to cancel the appointment or change it, as long as the venue was available.
And there are many music fans from St. Taranburg who go directly to the nearby Uflandsel. Most of the people here are people who didn't get live tickets or have no time to attend.
"oh?"
"What kind of magical radio station is this!?"
On the stage floor, four pale golden fold lines suddenly flashed away.
Many listeners found that real and clear applause came from all directions.
And suddenly, on the empty stage, a transparent figure in a very light tuxedo appeared, raising the baton in his hand!
In a hastily rebuilt city, the air is hot and dry. The small art gallery established here did not even have time to level the ground, and there was reddish-brown gravel beneath the hundreds of seats placed there.
"Poet, I seem to see the scene on the other side of the radio station."
"Is that the old symphony orchestra over there where Walter took over as conductor?"
"If the South still existed, would Mr. Scheler's music still be heard throughout the world in this form?"
People wearing thin cotton and colorful linen clothes waved fans and looked at the canvases set up around them swaying in the hot wind.
The rustling sound of sand and stones hitting it overlapped with the sporadic coughing sounds in the hall far to the north.
There is sadness and reverie in the eyes of the survivors in the southern country.
Western Continent, Kingdom of Holy Janus, San Pelto Cinema Line.
"This 'World Music Radio'"
"It seems that there is some profound occult connection with the scene in Uflansel thousands of miles away. It's every scene with a radio station!"
Roy, who was wearing a dark blue evening gown, couldn't help but look up at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling of the hall.
She held a strange, slender "ampule" in her hand. The light-colored liquid inside kept changing colors, and blossoming fireworks were reflected against her dress and the back of the seat in front of her.
But her attention was still on the changes around the stage.
Just now, when the radio equipment was connected to the current and a pale golden light flashed on the ground, she felt that another circle of transparent background shadows suddenly burst out in the circular stage space where she was!
"How on earth did he do it?"
"Also, why is the background scene of this circle of shadows so familiar?"
Roy looked at the transparent silhouettes of familiar musicians who he had worked with before jumping out from around him, and then Fan Ning on the conductor's podium making ready gestures, as if he was immersed in the scene.
Mr. Fan Ning, are you projecting the background outline of the symphony hall of our headquarters? No, these are the people, but the background is not
Ah, I know why this outline is so familiar
Roy suddenly exclaimed, and then hurriedly covered his mouth with his left hand.