A strange world

Chapter 1438 72. Dialogue

Every city in the Galante Province has an investigation department directly under the Governor's Office, and the Capital of Art is no exception.

They don't take care of anything on a daily basis and are only responsible for conveying important information from various places on behalf of the governor.

He has no real power, but no one dares to offend him.

Sir Turkinson's target was them. He found the official, explained the whole story, and said solemnly: "This matter concerns the reputation of the capital of art and the empire!"

The officials acted quickly, but so did the messenger.

As soon as Sir Turkinson walked out of the city lord's palace, several guards blocked his way.

"The adults want to see you."

…

The white tower of the Art Palace is the tallest building in the city of art. The white color represents purity and the height represents aesthetics.

Now the former is definitely not the case, and the latter... I'm afraid it's the same as well.

"Yes, my people told me that the Governor already knows about this. We can't keep it secret. If we cover up the news, everyone will be in trouble."

Sir John Turkinson took out the speech he had prepared long ago.

Another old man snorted coldly: "It's not your turn to tip off the police."

"You're reaching too far, Hayley Turkinson."

"Don't forget you're just a substitute."

The other old nobles accused each other.

Everything happened just as he, Bean, and Little Smalls had expected, so what happened next...

Sir Turkinson took a deep breath, his thick eyebrows almost poking into his eyes, and growled, "So you just let me clean your ass for you?!"

The nobles stood there in a daze, as if they had not expected him to suddenly send the goods.

"You asked me to be in charge of the Singer Contest, and I have no objection. This should be my business. You provoked Annan Reeves without my permission, and I endured it and quietly solved the trouble you caused. Now that you have caused me a bigger mess, you want to put all the responsibility on me and make decisions from the sidelines!?"

His voice became louder and louder, his eyes bloodshot: "If I don't tell the Governor, will you destroy the Singer Contest that I worked so hard to create?!"

"The Singer Contest is my only chance to move up, and I won't allow anyone to stand in my way."

Sir Turkinson's words became calmer and lower.

"No one can."

The council hall was silent for dozens of seconds before an old noble stepped out to smooth things over: "Our enemy is Annan Reeves. Why are our own people quarreling?"

"You are too young, Turkinson, to sit still with some of the accusations."

Sir John Turkinson still had a sullen look on his face. He said, "The Governor will send someone to investigate soon. From now on, I will focus all my attention on the Singing Contest and will not care about anything in the outside world." Then he left without looking back.

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In the living room on the third floor of Amber Opera House, Little Smalls and Bean sat opposite each other.

"He'll be fine," said Small.

"How do you know?" Bean asked him.

"The weakness of the nobles. They have lost their ambition and sharp claws in their comfortable lives, so they don't touch magical images and leave everything to Sir Turkinson. But when he bares his teeth, they don't want to be hurt."

As if to confirm what Little Small said, familiar footsteps sounded on the stairs.

"From now on, we just have to wait patiently."

Bean turned around and looked at Sir Turkinson: "No need to do anything?"

"We have done our job, and now it's up to the higher-ups to do their job."

Sir Turkinson, who had just returned, was a little unhappy, but he couldn't deny it - he was indeed not qualified to hold the flag now.

On the second day of the rematch, which was also the day Sir Turkinson promised to give an explanation, the Or Empire finally sent someone to take charge of the matter. However, it was not Annan's "old friend", but the governor of the Galant Province, Bolgont.

As a frontier official of the empire and a member of the Senate, Bolgont was indeed qualified to stand up and confront Annan face to face.

At noon, Annan sat in Olmedo's office and had formal negotiations with the magic projection of Governor Bolgante.

Just in case, he also brought the officials sent by the empire to study and sat them on the sofa nearby.

"Annan Reeves, enough is enough. This is the end of it."

From this perspective, Bolgont and Duke Kingsley were not familiar with each other - at least not on a good basis.

"What's the meaning?"

Facing Annan's pretentious words, Governor Bolgant frowned and said, "You do your thing, and the Art Capital does its thing. Let's compete fairly."

"Fair?" Annan chewed on the word, "Do you know how to be fair when you are at a disadvantage?"

"Disadvantage? Lord of Liberty City, it seems you don't understand the situation." Governor Bolgont said indifferently: "I am just informing you."

"Then I will also inform you that your notification is invalid."

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Governor Bolgont was choked by Annan's straightforward words, and the original tense atmosphere dissipated a lot.

"Aren't you afraid of offending the empire?"

"First, there is only one empire in my heart, and that is the Taturn Empire." Annan loudly expressed his loyalty. "Second, your Duke Kingsley and I are no longer on good terms. Third, you have to look at the owner before you beat the dog. Are you sure you want to ignore the trouble the empire is causing me?"

Governor Bolgant whispered: "The Empire will not admit its mistakes."

Nor would Annan: "I just know it's not fair to stop now."

Governor Bolgont was silent for a moment, as if he understood that Annan was different from the nobles he had met before.

"What do you want?"

"Catch the nobles who have done evil and hang them in front of the parents who have lost their children."

"That's impossible." Governor Burgundy flatly refused.

"Then come up with a scapegoat. Do you still need me to teach you?"

"Do you know who you are talking to?" Governor Bolgont sneered.

"Do you know who you are talking to?" Annan remained unmoved and gave Olmedo a reassuring look.

Governor Bolgant fell silent again. Annan Reeves's fearlessness reminded him of the rumor that Annan was the son of the Fortune Church...

"You want the murderer, right? I can give it to you, but I also have requirements."

"Tell me about it."

"Get your people out of the city of art and stop targeting La Voix degli Operati."

"That's what you want, right? That's why politicians are like the aunties at the vegetable market. If they don't bargain, they lose money."

The Imperial official pursed his lips.

The "market lady" said coldly: "Annan Reeves, do you agree?"

"You should be thankful that I have a good temper."

"Good temper?"

Governor Bolgan was almost amused by Annan's shamelessness.

What good-tempered lord would send his men to the other party's territory to stir up civil unrest just because he was scolded a few times?

"Otherwise, will the Church of Wealth talk to you?"

Governor Bolgant stared at Annan and said, "Then let's compare them on the field."

Annan looked back fearlessly: "I thought so too."