A strange world

Chapter 1435 69. The killer

Evelyn: "So you didn't use the savings in the bank?"

Annan Reeves: "Come on, the prize money is only a few tens of thousands of Kinnars? The old guys in the capital of art are reluctant to pay it, but for me, it's just the money I can make from selling tickets for a few days."

Evelyn: "That's true. I have a question, how did you come up with the idea of ​​hosting "All People's Singer"? "

Annan Reeves: "It is well known that I am an artistic person..."

Evelynn: "*interrupts* But some say you are an unlearned warlock."

Annan Reeves: "Do you think it's possible? A sorcerer with no knowledge can actually take so many beautiful magical images?"

Evelyn: "That makes sense. Playing Ruth is a treasure of my life."

Annan Reeves: "*chuckle* Me too."]

Kira: "Ahhhh they're doing it again!"

Regardless of the screaming sisters, Catalina was thoughtful and realized that Annan seemed to be taking the opportunity to wash away his prejudice.

[Annan Reeves: So I am saddened to see such a bunch of insects taking over the capital of art. If they have the guts to dig out this rotten sore, I think we still have a chance to make peace.

Evelyn: "You mean, you're willing to forgive them?"

Annan Reeves: "The real evildoers are just a few losers in the art hall. Many people in the art capital are still the people I have heard of since I was a child and admired. Otherwise, I would not have hosted "The People's Singer"..."

Evelyn: Okay, thank you for your answer. The interview is almost over. Does our Lord Annan have anything else to say to everyone?

Annan Reeves: "Music is beautiful and moving. I don't want it to be mixed with more interests. Why can't we just quietly enjoy the beautiful and moving performances?"

…

"alright."

Evelyn put away the Philosopher's Stone and, without caring that Annan was still sitting there, ran impatiently back to the office to cut the materials.

"Oh, busy, please be busy..."

Halfway through sighing, Annan felt someone's eyes staring at him.

Annan snorted coldly: "It's fine if you said that to me before, but now, what do you want to call me?"

Olmedo was silent for a moment: "Lord Annan."

Annan tugged at his collar in high spirits.

"What did you mean by that last remark, about courting the House of Arts?" Olmedo asked.

“I’m just trying to take the moral high ground.”

Annan stopped joking and said seriously:

“Remember, all our arguments are never intended to convince the other party, because we all know that is useless. Instead, they are intended to make people lean towards us between us and the art palace.”

And create a rift between the art capital and the art palace.

Annan's didactic tone made Olmedo frown: "Are you talking to me?"

Annan immediately turned harmless and turned his head to look for something: "Is there anything? Who was talking just now?"

"What if they agree to ease the tension?" Olmedo stood up and prepared to go about his business.

"There's no way they'll agree." Annan shook his head.

How could a noble who cares about his reputation accept charity from his enemy?

Agreed, the arrogant nobles are no longer nobles.

"In fact, my real trump card has not yet been brought out."

"Didn't you send officials to the art capital secretly to guide the locals? Isn't that a trump card?"

"The minimum wage in Liberty City and the revenue from "All People Singer" are the means to truly undermine the authority of the art hall."

Annan whispered. Only then did he look like a qualified lord.

It would be fine if the Art Hall just handed over the championship honestly, but if they not only refused to surrender but also dared to cause trouble...Annan would let them see what the leader of the Free Blade is capable of.

…

“That’s amazing…”

Katerina walked up, picked up the newspaper, and tore off the part that made the sound.

Jira, who was sitting next to him with his chin in his hand, looked up and asked, "What's so great?"

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"Can't you hear it? Annan has dug a big hole in the capital of art... in the palace of art."

"What pit?"

Katerina stared at her sister, wondering how she had tolerated her innocence before: "Gira, Annan has a cousin named Martin..."

Even Catalina, who had just come into contact with the outside world, could see it, and those nobles and politicians who were scheming against each other all day long could see it even more clearly.

Did Annan do anything? No, he simply laid out all the accusations made against him by the art capital and responded head-on.

But sometimes, solving the problem is that simple - the interview is like Annan sitting there and talking to them. This audible intimacy brings them closer together and is more useful than any "Annan said" or "Annan said".

Moreover, Annan's answer was well-reasoned and people could not find any reason to refute it - after all, the nobles had already reached a consensus on Annan - he was a prodigal son who spent money on his subjects.

As for throwing dirty water on the Palace of Art, the nobles' first reaction was not "Annan is lying" but "it turns out that those old guys in the Palace of Art are so creative."

We are all nobles, so everyone knows who else.

The two forces started quarreling in the newspapers. This was the first time I had ever seen such a lively scene.

I don’t know if it’s because the nobles also like to watch other people quarrel, but this issue of “Voice of Freedom” was inexplicably sold out, and we had to print an extra 100,000 copies to meet the demand in various commercial streets.

The nobles not only watched the fun, but also stood up to agree with Annan. They said that playing with little boys was only the most basic sin, and there were also "drawing children's blood and transfusing it to extend one's life", "selling people to pagans for sacrifice", "using servants as toilets", etc., which made many people in the order camp call the gameplay chaotic and heretical.

Not only did the Art Hall's conspiracy fail, but it also got itself into trouble.

At this time, in the center of another vortex, Little Small gathered together the parents who were told that their children had died of illness or were missing.

"I have already told you my identity and purpose. Next, you will go to the Hall of Art and accuse the murderer."

"I will film everything and try my best to protect your safety. But no one knows what means the nobles in the Palace of Art will use to deal with you. Bribery, slander, wanted notice, assassination..."

"It's not too late for you to quit now. After all, your child has passed away and life must go on."

He told the parents the cost of doing so, and no one dropped out.

The middle-aged warrior in leather armor had blood in his eyes: "My life has ended since the day those bastards told me that little Tommy died of illness..."