A strange world

Chapter 1436 70. Sir Turkinson's Conflict

Although he sent out Little Smokey, Annan did not intend to let the City of Art have the same ending as Broken Mountains.

He just wanted to teach the art hall a lesson - don't think I can't do anything to you just because you are far away.

Of course, it’s not wrong to say that Annan holds a grudge and takes the opportunity to cause trouble for the Or Empire.

"The People's Singer" is still progressing steadily. The occasional unexpected incidents, such as contestants fighting with audience members, contestants eating audience members, etc., do not affect the show itself. The quarrels in the newspapers make it attract more attention.

In comparison, "The Singing Contest" was much worse, with only the people of the Or Empire paying some attention to it.

After all, the art capital does not have the same communication channels as commercial streets, and people can only learn about the competition from the Art Newspaper, so the publicity is naturally inferior.

On the other hand, Little Small brought the parents who had lost their children to the door to ask for an explanation.

They blocked the entrance of the theater, holding wooden signs that read "Give me back my child," "Hand over the murderer," and "You are a disgrace to the capital of art" and protested loudly.

The theater owner came out in disheveled clothes, and his scalp went numb when he saw the protesters and the crowd at the door.

"Why don't you drive these people away, guards, guards--"

Then I saw the captain of the guards, who was standing with the crowd, coming over.

"Drive these people away!"

"No, there are reporters over there." The captain of the guards was no fool. He glanced at the reporters standing outside the protesting crowd holding the Philosopher's Stone and said, "I've already gone to see Sir Turkinson. You should try to appease them first."

The theater owner widened his eyes: "You asked me to appease the troublemaker——"

"Don't cause trouble for the adults." The captain of the guard warned in a gruff tone.

The theater owner was silent, and the protesters with bruised faces made him afraid to move forward. Fortunately, Sir Turkinson arrived in time, accompanied by Bean, who was always by his side.

“Control them, but don’t get into a fight.”

Sir Turkinson ordered the guards he brought with him to step forward and put on a kind expression in front of Little Smalls and the reporters.

"Why are you gathered here?"

Parents roared: "We need the truth!"

"My Bailey was so well-behaved, you said she ran away...how is that possible!" a mother cried.

Sir Turkinson looked around and asked, "Where are you from?"

“We are the people of the art capital!”

"You actually believe the words of an outsider?" Sir Turkinson looked at Little Smalls and others meaningfully.

"We don't believe anyone but the truth!"

"That's right, just believe the truth!"

The parents who lost their children refused to listen to anything and started shouting slogans again.

As the crowd of onlookers grew larger and larger, Sir John Turkineson had to calm the situation down as quickly as possible.

"Everyone, how about this? I will help you investigate the truth."

The warrior in leather armor demanded, "Who are you?"

"He is Sir Turkinson, the founder of the Singing Contest. You can trust him." Bean walked over.

"Are you... Mr. Bean?" A cry of surprise came from the protesting crowd.

Not far away, Little Smo frowned. An unexpected change?

"I'm glad that someone still recognizes me." The long-haired man in classical attire bowed slightly.

"Do you know him?" the soldier asked his companion.

"In the movie 'The Phantom of the Night' a few years ago, he played both the male and female lead..."

Another parent said: “I have the same impression…”

Bean smiled reservedly and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I understand your feelings. We also want to know the answer, but can you give us a few days to investigate it clearly?"

The warrior was tempted, but he didn't trust anyone - including Little Smalls.

"I'll only give you one day. Who knows what tricks you nobles will play next?"

"Don't worry, this matter has become such a big deal that there is nothing we can do about it." Sir Turkinson smiled bitterly.

After barely dispersing the protesting crowd, Sir Turkinson ordered his guards to disperse the onlookers and then walked towards Little Smalls.

"You brought them together?" His voice was cold.

"Nice to meet you, Sir Turkinson." Little Smalls ignored him.

"I'm not happy at all."

He really wanted to drown this bastard and the lord behind him in the Neroen River...

"You can kill me, but that would be the stupidest thing to do." Little Small seemed to know what he was thinking.

Sir Turkinson's tone became colder: "I don't think so... Who would say anything if I killed someone with bad intentions?"

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"And then the Voice of Freedom revealed that the journalist was tragically killed in the art capital?" Little Small calmly stated a fact, "So not only can you not kill me, you have to protect me."

Sir Turkinson frowned and began to feel that the situation was difficult.

He knew very well that most of what the Voice of Freedom said was true. Although he did not participate in it, he knew how ugly the nobles were in private...

No wonder those old guys in the Art Hall handed this matter over to me.

It's his fault if he doesn't do it well, and it's also his fault if he offends people.

But this was his chance.

"Guards, bring—"

Bean suddenly put his hand on Sir Turkinson's shoulder and whispered, "It's not worth it."

"I know..." Sir Turkinson stared at Little Small, "Send our journalist friend to my theater and protect him."

Not only does Sir Turkinson want to protect little Smalls, he also wants to protect those who are protesting.

Who knows whether the nobles who are worried about being exposed would be stupid enough to send people to silence them? He didn't dare to take the risk.

The death of protesters will only make the situation irreversible.

"You can take them over too," Little Small suggested.

Sir Turkinson glanced at him and told his men to do as he was told.

Although they were enemies, there was not much tension between the two. After returning to the Amber Opera House, Sir Turkinson even invited Little Smalls to visit the place.

"The Lake at Corison is my favorite painting. I even mortgaged my opera house to buy it."

"Never heard of it." Little Smalls replied.

Sir Thomas Turkinson didn't care, he just wanted to lead to the next words:

"I admire your lord very much. His inspiration seems to be endless. Magic images, opera contest...what will be next?"

"No one knows."

"Yes, no one knows..." Sir Turkinson whispered, "Your lord has brought me a big trouble."

"So how about cooperation?"

Sir Turkinson's eyes suddenly widened, and he turned around and said, "Didn't you hear what I said? You actually want to cooperate with the enemy?!"

"Are you and Lord Annan enemies?" Little Simo asked back.

"Isn't it? We have different positions..."

Little Smo just said calmly: "It's not you who disagrees with Lord Annan, it's the Art Hall."