Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 336 The Shout in the Hotel
Although it has changed from bright to dark, and no longer draws comics aboveboard, the efficiency of production has not dropped at all.Suffocated in their hearts, those low-level painters even painted more carefully and more delicately, and they often painted for a whole day, very diligent.

In just two days, the fifth volume of "The Great Swordsman Jack" was secretly sold in Vienna.And because of the support of the people, the sales are even better. Often, a batch is sold out just after a few hours, and the supply is completely in short supply.

Of course, word spread that the comic book was on sale again, albeit in the dark, and most buyers chose to keep it secret.

On the second day, several waves of people came to the gate of the former Vienna Comics Club, including businessmen looking for purchases, city defense troops, patrols, and several disciples of Master Lermi, but Master Lermi himself did not come.However, they are doomed to get nothing. The manga club is empty. There are only some sundries and garbage in the huge space, and the empty space can run mice.Because even Zhang Ang and Adolf don't live there anymore.

They are now continuously issuing orders in the Chicken Feather Hotel, coordinating and arranging the work of nearly a hundred production teams in hotels, large and small, and private houses in the entire Art Street.

"Well, it's a bit slow at the West Wind Hotel, you go and hurry up and try to finish the last batch tonight!"

"The replenishment of consumables such as paint and paper should keep up. Just put some in the lobby of each hotel. It's not worth much anyway. I don't understand why they get more!"

"According to this data, the best seller is in the West District of the city. Those aristocrats all say it's rubbish and look down on it, but they are so active in buying it, and they say they don't like it?"

"Dongcheng District also needs to store more goods. Although it is a civilian area, it has a large population and the total number has increased. The sales volume will not be much worse."

"Also, are the 1000 copies to be sent to other cities ready? Hurry up, someone will come to pick them up in the afternoon."

Every hotel was busy, but the disciples of Master Laermi were worried.

"This comic book club is obviously closed, so how did the new comic book come out?"

"Could they hide somewhere else to paint? Like outside the city?"

"Probably not. Although places outside the city are easy to find, it's not so easy to buy consumables or arrange sales. And those garbage painters may not be willing to go out of the city."

"That's hiding? Yes! They must have a base in the city!"

During the intense discussion, a person ran over from a distance, but it was Egon, a disciple of Master Lermi: "I found out! These guys really don't give up! They are all hiding in the hotel, hiding in the room Li! Still drawing those garbage cartoons!"

"I said, how did these garbage manga books come out! I thought there was nothing we could do if we hid in the room and drew secretly?" A disciple shouted, "Let's go! Let's go find the teacher!"

"Wait!" The oldest disciple stopped him: "The teacher is busy now, so don't bother the teacher with this matter, otherwise who knows what foul language those gangsters will say? Let's go get the patrol!"

"That's right! The patrol team helped us get rid of those guys the day before yesterday! The patrol team is on our side!" The other disciples also had their eyes lit up, and they all agreed: "There is a patrol team to take action, I want to see How long can this gang of street-crawlers be so stubborn!"

Patrols are easy to find, they are all over the street.

After a while, these disciples brought a group of patrols to the Art Street.

Swaggering into a hotel, a disciple kicked open a door and led someone in: "Don't move! What were you doing just now? Are you drawing manga?"

"Who are you? Do we need to report to you what we are doing?" The low-level painters in the room stopped their pens one after another, and one of the leaders said disdainfully.

"Okay, you are really drawing manga!" The disciple took two steps forward, pulled out a piece of drawing paper from a drawing board, and said to the patrol captain, "Master Captain, look, this one The painting is divided into four frames, one for each image, these people are drawing caricatures!"

"It's none of your business what we draw? Can you control it?" With anger, the leading low-level painter snatched back the drawing paper: "Even if we are drawing cartoons, so what? Our Austrian law stipulates Can't draw manga!"

The disciple curled his lips and yelled, "Because all your paintings are rubbish! My teacher said so"

"Who is your teacher?" A low-level painter interrupted him and asked.

"My teacher is Master Lermi from the Academy of Art!" the disciple replied proudly.

"Master Lermi? What is that thing? He said that painting is not allowed? Who does he think he is? The Archduke of Austria? Or the Emperor of France?" Are you all starving?"

"You are tarnishing art!" The disciple blushed and said to the patrol captain next to him: "We don't allow you to continue like this! Captain, arrest them all!"

The patrol captain didn't speak, but just took a step forward, and the murderous aura of iron and blood began to spread in the room.

But these low-level painters had already put their minds to it, and were not intimidated by his aura: "It seems that Master Lermy is indeed a big shot, and even his disciples have the right to directly order the patrol team. It seems that the same as the Austrian Grand Duke, The Emperor of France is not far behind. Well, let's admit it, and arrest us all."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and stood in front of the patrol team.

"Yes! Let's admit it, arrest us!" The other painters stood up one after another, dropped their brushes, and raised their hands and shouted.

Their voices were so loud that they shook the entire hotel.

The doors of each room opened, and all the low-level painters came out of the room, crowded in the aisle, raised their hands one by one, and began to shout:
"I'm also drawing comics! I've drawn dozens of pages, catch me too!"

"Hahaha, labor and capital are also painting, and they are also tarnishing art! Come to catch labor and capital!"

"I just drew it! What's the matter? Arrest me if you have the ability!"

"Yes! If you have the ability, lock me up for the rest of your life and kill me, otherwise I will have to paint when I get out! I have to paint in prison!"

"You French guys, you haven't done anything good when you came to Austria! A master Shabi will go up and kneel and lick! Like a dog! Come on, why are you staring? If you have the ability to kill labor and capital!"

"Come on, kill us all, no one will paint, no one will tarnish art, come kill us!"

(End of this chapter)