The whole audience was in an uproar, and Su Luo even covered his mouth in shock.
"Is Miss Su Luo's ballet dancing really at the level of 'forging a lion'?" someone asked the people around her repeatedly.
"Is it because Scheler admired the beauty of Su Luo and her well-dressed clothes, so his evaluation went up a notch?"
"This is very reasonable. Among the girls who followed Scheele, which one was not good-looking?"
"I think her skills and ideas are definitely not as bad as that guy's criticism." Someone's voice was very low, "But in what aspects and to what extent she is good at dancing, I have no idea in my heart.
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"There are mixed opinions, who is right?"
"Of course Scheler was right."
"If you don't believe me, please listen to the opinions of our own temple?"
Amid the uproar, the middle-aged man at the judges' table finally felt that he was losing face. After all, he now represented the organization's intentions. His tone was very serious. Of course, facing this "King of Love Songs", his
The wording is a bit more polite than before:
"Troubadour Scheler, welcome to you. On behalf of the leader, I welcome your return. The invitation letter for the Harvest Art Festival will come out soon. However, there are some boundary issues that I must remind you of."
"The inspection team is upholding the principle of fairness and openness to select 'potential artists' for the Southern Continent. You are no longer among them. Your potential does not need to be inspected and proven. But as a very important public figure, you have published opinions that are completely contrary to the opinions of the inspection team.
Conclusion, comes with an equal weight of responsibility! These other
Should the future of artists be improved according to the suggestions put forward by the discussion group, or should they follow the direction pointed out by your personal emotions? In this case, who should they listen to? Go to Janus and accept the opinions of the world
When you look carefully, who should you listen to? Listen to the organization, or continue to listen to you?"
"Nonsense, of course I listen to Scheler."
A painter who had had ten glasses of wine in celebration since Scheler appeared was feeling dizzy and responded with a loud voice.
"Yeah, didn't I tell you to stop doing this 'potential artist'? Why are you still doing it?"
"Didn't I tell you that they know shit about art? How come they still understand it?"
The southern people present responded loudly. Some people's words even sounded a little strange, and they were obviously drunk.
The usual state of these people before. On the one hand, they were fearful, and on the other hand, they were depressed. But now Scheele showed up, coupled with several large or even ten glasses of alcohol.
The authorities? The authorities are nothing!
Drinkers who are not engaged in art and are just appreciative think that you can't ban me, but those who are engaged in art think that in the worst case, you can ban me.
People in the South are just so casual.
Anyway, I drank very happily today, so my mouth and tongue will feel better first before talking!
The reaction of these people made the eyes of everyone in the inspection team of the Special Inspection Office return to gloominess again.
"Okay, very good." The middle-aged man's deep voice echoed on the top floor, "Then I suggest that the selection of 'potential artists' in the southern continent be stopped from today on.
Those who are not attending for the time being will just find their own way during the festival."
The people from the southern country below were still making noises after hearing this.
"Ah, thank you for the organization! Thank you for the organization!"
"Where are the people from the temple? The people from the temple should come out quickly and answer the question!"
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Bishop Calestini, who is currently presiding over the work of the Fanghui Temple, was originally as excited as the people. The significance of Scheler's return to the Southern Continent and the Temple is definitely greater than all the struggles and efforts of the remaining members of the Temple in the past two years.
It was too much in total. He wished he could get off the stage right away and drink some of the poison himself.
But he had to consider many more aspects than ordinary people. At this moment, Scheler's return day turned out to be a "stop date" for potential inspection, and he began to feel worried in his heart.
The people in the inspection team couldn't get along with these ordinary people. It was true that he would not continue to ask for trouble here. But before leaving, the words left by the inspector pointed out what he was most worried about! -
—
"Haha, Mr. Bishop, the two 'Forged Lions' who performed well in the Southern Continent before, as well as several 'Blade Bearers', your temple still needs to continue to cultivate them."
As soon as these people dispersed, more people, including the guitarist and the dancer Su Luo, gathered around Scheler.
Bishop Carlestini calmed down, made some self-mediation, and hurriedly left the stage with his men, and went to visit Scheele first.
Well, what about threats?
The birth of a master or even a greater master will have a cultural impact on a city, a country and even the world, which lasts at least hundreds of years. The ups and downs of the artistic careers of a few little people will be rewritten later, and then there will be others.
What is impossible?
He led a group of "flower-touching people" to toast Fan Ning with a glass of wine.
"Mr. Scheler." "Mr. Scheler."
Finally, he said hello to the remnants of the Fanghui Temple, and looked closely at Bishop Calestini, an old acquaintance, who now generally looked a bit vicissitudes of life and decadence. Thinking about the fragrance of flowers in the midsummer of the Southern Continent, Fan Ning still felt that
Some are feeling sad and sad.
Suddenly, there are many things that I want to mention again, but I don’t know where to start.
"Mr. Scheler, where is Miss Nightingale? Where is little Miss Luna? And Master Lucter?" Calestini asked first.
There is actually no hope, but it is a problem that cannot be completely eliminated without Scheler personally confirming it.
Fan Ning shook his head, still leaning on his seat, holding the guitar in his arms with a melancholy expression. He was not playing a "persona".
But the alcohol aroused the pain that Calestini had suppressed for many days. Fan Ning's reaction made him suddenly fall down with a plop!
"I beg you, Mr. Scheler! Although the Southern Continent is not your hometown, even though you are just a wandering troubadour, you are the last patron of the 'Fanghui Poet'. I ask for your help and guidance.
The now reorganized 'United Principality Festival Orchestra' is off to San Pelto in Janus!"
"Whether you want to do something else at the Harvest Art Festival, or whether you want to write some new works, it all depends on your mood. I just hope that you can personally conduct "Summer Noon Dream" in front of the whole world and create
It’s a truly complete premiere!”
Fan Ning motioned for him to stand up, raised his cocktail glass again and invited him to touch it——
"bite."
The strange taste created by using charcoal roasted coffee, herbal juice and raw eggs as a base, plus some unknown alcoholic drinks, is indeed very nostalgic.
"Master Lucter and I have a relationship, and I miss my two lovely students very much. Of course, I have to help, but there is no need to ask me to do anything. So what is the current situation in your temple? The worst
Things have already happened, why do you still look like you don’t even dare to express your anger when you meet those guys?”
"Because there are hundreds of thousands of people, and there are even more relatives, friends, family members and supporters, so they are not completely free from worries." Calestini smiled bitterly upon hearing this.
"It's just that we are not even a fully official organization now. There are only two Insights left, including me, and one person is guarding the front lines of Tioline and Janus, who are fighting for territory. They are in high positions.
There are still 8 "flower-touched people" at the upper level, and more than 40 at the middle level."
"The number of survivors in the Southern Kingdom is too small. Although many relatives have returned with them, it is impossible to rebuild such a vast land. It would be good to be able to defend a city-state. I also know that the recovery of the power of the mysterious side is the key.
However, the promotion qualifications of the Understanders are controlled by the Special Inspection Department. If you want to increase your effectiveness, you can only follow the rules of the game they established on the art side. In this current situation, I am afraid that for a long time, we will not have the strength of our personnel.
Law."
Carlestini thought about the withdrawal of the expedition team from the Southern Continent again, and couldn't help but sigh. The temporary "psychological construction" he had done originally returned to a state of uneasiness.