A strange world

Chapter 1437 Chapter 71. Familiar Road

"I will not betray the city of Santa Clara." Sir Turkinson said in a firm tone, his eyes filled with hostility.

"No one asked you to betray it."

Little Smalls was not tall, not to mention the tall Sir John Turkinson, he was even shorter than the thin Bean next to him, but he stood there with a strong presence that was hard to ignore.

"You didn't mean..."

“An art palace does not represent an art capital.”

At this moment, Sir Turkinson suddenly realized that the protesting crowd outside was just a cover, and the thin man in front of him was probably targeting him from the beginning.

Not knowing whether to be excited or refute, Sir Turkinson was stunned for a few seconds and said in a complicated tone: "Did Annan Reeves ask you to come?"

"Lord Annan entrusted the affairs of the Art Capital to me."

"Why do you think I will cooperate with you?"

“Because we have the same goal.”

"……I do not understand."

"you understand."

Standing in front of the Immortal Burning Tree, Little Small actually resembled the tree in the painting that was still standing despite the destruction of the forest. “The enemy is the temple of art.”

"The Art Hall is not necessarily the enemy, but you are." Sir Turkinson remained unmoved.

Although he also doesn't like the old guys in the tower, it doesn't mean he will help outsiders deal with his own people.

"To a solid wooden house, termites are far more dangerous than Mars."

"No matter what you say, I will not betray the capital of art!"

"I've told you before, no one wants you to betray the capital of art." Little Smooth said calmly, "Or are you loyal to those nobles who are just sitting there doing nothing?"

"You, an outsider, don't need to worry about it. The City of Art has many shortcomings. I will use my power to change it, just like your lord did."

"Change, or be changed? Did those nobles have the same ambitions as you when they were young?"

Sir Turkinson suddenly fell silent after hearing what Little Small said.

"Lord Annan said something." Little Smo continued.

"He said the horses pulling the carriage had run away, and the people in the carriage were left far behind by the team. But in order not to have to get out and pull the carriage, they swayed their bodies to pretend that the carriage was still moving."

"It used to be a magic video, and now it's a singing competition. In the future, you will be left further and further behind, and only some old guys who are out of touch with the times will be left."

“This is the cruelty of this world. It will not stop to wait for anyone. Things that lag behind will be crushed by the carriage of time without leaving any residue.”

Sir Turkinson took a deep breath. “You mean, the capital of art is lagging behind?”

"You know this better than I do, or are you also one of the nobles who shook his body?"

How is that possible?

Sir Turkinson has been trying to make changes, otherwise he would not have gone to the tower to find the old guys as soon as he received the news.

However, the promotion of magic images encountered unimaginable resistance. The people in the Art Hall were used to making money without doing anything, so how could they be willing to start from scratch?

The rapid approval of "The Singer Contest" also made them realize that controlling the naming rights of the champion has huge benefits and advantages, otherwise its ending will be the same as the magic image.

Sir John Turkinson was really tempted at this moment, but he lacked the courage to take that step.

Because this is betrayal...

He glanced at Binn, and after receiving encouragement from his lover, he said in a dry voice: "...How do you want to cooperate?"

"Find the murderers of these damned children and bring them to justice."

"What else?"

Sir Turkinson opened his mouth: "Don't you want to shake the temple of art?"

"Do we look like lunatics who would try every possible means to overthrow the other party's power just because of a little conflict?"

Sir Turkinson swallowed the question "Isn't it?" and said, "What is your purpose in doing this?"

“Bring the evildoers to justice.”

Sir Peterson kept repeating the question—because he didn't believe it.

Even though Little Smalls said it again, he still didn't believe it, and just sighed: "Annan Reeves will definitely value you."

He stood up straighter and said seriously, "Tell me your name."

"Little Small."

Sir Turkinson said unhappily, "I don't even have the right to know your name?"

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"That's my name. I was a commoner."

"Civilians? Are you kidding me!"

But seeing how serious Little Smoo was, Sir Turkinson couldn't help but become suspicious.

Later in the evening, Sir Turkinson and Bean returned to the study.

“He seemed genuine.”

Lord Turkinson sat down in his chair. "He and his lord are just using us. Do you really believe there are good nobles?"

Bean hesitated and said, "I have seen magic images. How can the beauty presented in them be false?"

"You are too sentimental, Bean." Sir Turkinson shook his head, "That's why you can't get out of that role yet."

"Don't associate real people with actors, especially when that person is a politician."

On the other side, Little Smalls sat at the oak table, thinking about the next arrangements.

Annan said that little Smo was the person most like him.

He knows how to use his advantages, knowing that a fist is most intimidating when it does not strike. He knows how to divide his opponents, building up advantages by winning over some and attacking others. Most importantly, because he was born in a poor family, so-called dignity will not be a shackle for him.

Sir Edkinson would not refuse. Regardless of his belief or sincerity, cooperation was his only chance to enter the tower.

Next, he would cooperate with Liberty City to make things bigger, making the nobles behind the scenes uneasy, and then strike a thundering blow when he could no longer hold back.

Sure enough, nobles who had done similar things came to the door one after another, and the great nobles in the tower behind also surfaced.

Sir John Turkinson may appear to be trying to find a solution, but in fact he is secretly spreading scandals.

However, he was also on guard against Little Smalls, and while doing so he was also destroying all evidence to prevent Liberty City from using it to threaten him into betraying the City of Art.

The rumor that "children sent to the theater became playthings of the nobility" spread more and more widely, and even the "Singer Contest" was affected. The theater that served as the venue for the competition became a den of evil amid the rumors, and it was even impossible to fill the seats. Many opera singers also performed poorly.

Seeing that "The People's Singer" had not even started to make any progress and "The Singer Contest" was about to collapse, and a lot of money was leaking out through their fingers, the veterans of the art hall were furious and demanded that Sir Turkinson must eliminate the rumors by any means.

Sir Turkinson was not interested in taking the blame, so he walked out of the tower with an embarrassed look, then put on a serious face and walked into the city lord's palace.

But I'm not looking for a puppet-like city lord—

The City of Art is a quagmire, and the bigwigs in the palace protect each other, so the final plan of Little Small and Sir Turkinson is: Deus Ex Machina.