Old-time musicians

"Any more questions?"

Looking at the serious little girl in front of him, Fan Ning couldn't help but smile: "Xilan, you say. Search and read on Google."

"Have you become a wise person, someone like my sister's piano teacher?"

"Yes." Fan Ning told the truth.

Then he smiled again: "I'll take you to school."

"I want to go with you." Xilan raised his smooth little chin.

"We made an agreement recently." Fan Ning responded, "After evening classes, I will come to pick you up at the door. You need to explain to the teacher that you are not living on campus recently. They have always been tolerant of outstanding students."

"No, I mean, I also want to go to my sister's teacher, and I also want to become a knowledgeable person like you." Sheeran snorted and took a step forward, "Caron, are you pretending to be stupid on purpose? ah."

"Sheeran, I personally don't recommend it." Fan Ning took a step back, "Because that's different from what you think. You must think that with the ability to call on invisible power, you can fight against danger, but in fact that is a mystery. It’s a dangerous and confusing field, and sometimes you can’t even understand what the danger is until you die. The proportion of knowledgeable people who have unfortunate endings is much higher than that of the general population.”

Sheeran's eyes were rolling wildly: "Caron, you are wrong in this calculation. Most of the ordinary people have not encountered mysterious incidents. The base number is too large, so the probability of encountering an unfortunate ending is low, but we have already encountered it. It’s the part with a small base.”

Little girl, what you said makes sense.

Fan Ning was speechless for a moment.

Sheeran continued seriously: "Although curiosity killed the cat, I feel that if you have been unfortunately exposed to a mystery, it is better to cover your eyes and actively seek knowledge. No matter how chaotic and unknowable that field is, at least you must control your destiny in your own hands. "

She took another step forward: "It's true that I was scared last night, but I really want to help you. Although I don't understand many situations, I know that we were in danger several times."

Feeling the gentle exhalation, Fan Ning did not step back this time. He began to face the problem squarely.

Indeed, although Xilan is still young and fragile, she always has her own thoughts and opinions. Since she seriously raises her inner demands, she must at least take them seriously and answer them.

"Xilan, to tell you the truth, my main concern is that I still don't understand many things about the Knower, so I can't evaluate the pros and cons of taking you on this path. But I promise you , I’ll have a serious talk with you soon after I figure something out, okay?”

"Then I'll wait." Xilan finally smiled and winked, turned and walked towards the school gate, "See you in the evening."

Fan Ning shook his head and smiled bitterly as he watched the burgundy leather boots on the little girl's back making light steps on the ground.

The current situation is still unclear!

The surveillance of the Special Patrol Office is pervasive, and the forces behind the mysterious events are still unclear. Even Cecil, who he had not paid much attention to before, is now beginning to be worthy of vigilance.

You need to race against time.

He immediately got on a stagecoach bound for Ketzton Street in East Mecklon.

The time on his pocket watch pointed to 11 o'clock. At the corner of No. 43, he once again saw the familiar potted pomegranate tree, floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and the office sign hanging on the second floor that could drive the designer crazy.

Although it's not dinner time, there is still an alluring aroma floating here.

He directly opened the curtain that was the same color as the environment and walked up the steps to the second floor.

The person on duty at the reception desk today was a very kind-faced old lady who was reading the newspaper.

Fan Ning politely explained his purpose to her.

The old lady smiled amiably: "Oh, you are the talented young man who is about to be promoted. The president has left. He asked you to go to the last negotiation room to try. If you succeed, go to the room at the end of the corridor. Go find the guy who likes to play guitar."

"He actually left. The president was in such a hurry. He rushed back to see Teacher Anton off for the last time. It's only been two or three days." Fan Ning thought to himself.

He thanked him, and after walking a few steps inside, he heard the old lady add: "Remember the loss of materials yourself, and then go to the financial department to register."

Fan Ning smiled helplessly.

But that's fine, it saves him a lot of trouble covering up on Viadlin's side.

The melodious, desolate and gloomy sound of classical guitar came from the end of the corridor.

He first went to the unoccupied negotiation room, and after a short search, he found the four Yiyong road signs in the cabinet, as well as the four black vials in the boxes.

He put the road sign engraved with the Lord of Witness "Unfallen Fire" directly in his pocket.

This must be taken away, otherwise it will not be consistent with the fact that I was promoted to a knowledgeable person and received the gift of "Candle".

Do you want to take another bottle of spiritual fluid and go?

He opened them one by one and took a look. The smallest bottle was the "candle" that glowed from incandescent to golden yellow, but there was also 10 ml, which was a conservative estimate of 100 pounds or more!

In addition, the value of this road sign is about 400 pounds, even if the Guidance School has internal discounts

Roy's remuneration for dedicating his 500-pound string quartet will be worth a fortune!

However, the key is that he needs this bottle. He doesn't know the material of this bottle, and he doesn't know where to get it.

Last night, the key to the art museum seemed to be able to release the radiant spirit liquid from the migration into reality.

Without the bottle, he couldn't preserve it.

Take it away! Fan Ning felt a twinge of pain and put the vial of spiritual liquid together with the box into the other pocket.

After pretending to slack off in the negotiation room for about twenty minutes, he pushed the door open and walked out.

There was a smell of coffee in the corridor, and the noise of playing cards came from the room opposite. There were also two half-closed rooms, and people inside were typing on typewriters.

Some people are slacking off at work, and some people are working hard?

Fan Ning chuckled and shook his head. He finally felt a sense of familiarity.

Coming to the end of the corridor, listening to the melancholy sound of classical guitar, Fan Ning knocked on the door.

"Come in." A man who was not very old, but with sadness and vicissitudes of life, spoke.

Fan Ning pushed open the door and saw the man sitting in the chair in front of the desk. He was about thirty years old, with tightly pursed lips, melancholy eyes, blue pupils, a wide forehead, a straight nose, flowing blonde hair, a sighing beard, wearing a white cotton shirt and a black sleeveless vest. The two buttons above the shirt were loose, revealing a ruby ​​necklace, and holding a classical guitar in his hand.

Wow, this temperament is so unrestrained and elegant. If he was a lead singer or guitarist in his previous life, he would definitely be at the level of a first-line band...

"The Girl from Tia City?" Fan Ning complained in his heart, but still smiled and greeted.

"Have you heard it?" The guitarist played to a half-end before slowly dispersing the lingering sound to avoid the sudden disappearance of the music.

"A short piece by the classical guitar master Thorn from the southern continent in the last century. I like its round-robin performance and the artistic conception of forgetting each other in a corner of the southern country at the end." Fan Ning said.

"Your description is wonderful." The man with long golden hair showed surprise in his eyes, "Not many people in the north of Theolain have heard it."

"Are you not from Uflancel? Were you in the southern city of Theolain before?"

"No, I'm just a wanderer, born in the hometown of Master Thorn, that very distant southern country."

The tone of the classical guitarist's speech was light and slow, as if he was singing a melancholy song.

Fan Ning nodded slowly.

The United Principality of Feyton in the southern continent is really far away, but I have never left my country.

He really has the temperament of a bard.

The man stood up and hung up his guitar: "My name is Dupont. When the president is not here, I will reluctantly take charge of the daily affairs here."

He moved a stack of materials from the corner to Fan Ning: "The president said that you have already stepped half a foot into the ranks of knowledgeable people, so the application materials have been prepared. Since you are here, then sign and stamp your handprint here, here and here."

It's really direct, without confirming it again

Fan Ning sat opposite and started reading.

"Mr. Dupont" Fan Ning was about to ask questions while reading.

"Just call him by his name."

"Okay, Dupont, I have read the contract and the confidentiality commitment letter and there is no problem, but why does this application material need to be reported to the Special Patrol Office?" Fan Ning asked puzzledly.

Dupont's eyes drifted away:

"In other countries, the power of the knowers is dominated by the church, but Theolian, which has the most developed industry and the strongest national power, is an exception. The right to speak here belongs to the imperial authorities."

"In the nearly 100 years of industrialization in the empire, the Special Patrol Office has become the spokesperson for the interests of the emerging ruling class - the industrial aristocracy, and is also the most powerful knower organization of the authorities. The church here is not as easy as the churches in other countries. Even the Bologna School, which represents the traditional aristocratic power, has to compromise with the Special Patrol Office, let alone our guiding school?"

"The Special Patrol Office strictly investigates the spread of hidden knowledge carriers, regards the knowers who are active underground as "prohibited persons", and implements hierarchical control. For our major official organizations, they also strictly allocate annual in and out establishments. We will include you in it, and we need to apply for filing with the Special Patrol Office, which may take three to five days."

"I see." Fanning initially understood the relationship.

I have just been examined by Benjamin, and now submitting the application immediately, will it give people a feeling?

Well, we are all official organizations, and the procedures are legal and compliant. They shouldn't be able to do anything to me, right?

But Fanning knew that the Special Patrol Office would pay more attention to me.

I hope they haven't found out about my father's identity.

"Be more careful in your words and deeds. Official knowledgeable people may have certain privileges in some aspects, but they cannot do serious illegal things. They must strictly abide by the taboos on the dissemination of hidden knowledge carriers formulated by the Special Patrol Office. Their style is that you can't feel their existence on weekdays, but once they really take action, things often progress very quickly and there is no room for redemption."

Dupont explained seriously: "Carron, the strength behind the Special Patrol Office is far more terrifying than you think... Speaking of which, their increasingly tough measures in recent years have made many official knowledgeable people feel uneasy..."

"I will be careful."

Fanning, who had just been promoted to a knowledgeable person, was a little depressed, but when he looked at other documents, his mood finally improved.

"Well, the content of the contract is still quite tempting."