“The nectar has disappeared without withering?”

In the doctrine of Fanghui Temple, it is "sacred matter". The two little girls were exclaiming, and Fanning's child hole was also magnified in an instant.

But in fact, his inner surprise was limited, and this expression was concealed.

The loud noise behind Miss Nightingale's departure not only made him feel the support of his feet falling, but also seemed to have some kind of remaining margin that was almost exhausted.

As the church of the Lord God, Fanghui Temple will not degenerate in its general direction, but this continent has been infected by the "Red Pool". In addition, the Special Inspection Hall has been secretly investigating. Fanning has always been very vigilant, and he dared not have a complete heart-to-heart talk with any extraordinary organization.

"Is the 'all' gone?"

After all, it was also a shocking and shocking thing. Fanning asked with a normal doubt and caring attitude.

Fields told the "King of Love Songs" in the South: "The investigation progress of each branch hall is still being reported. The United Principality of Ferton is vast and sparsely populated, and time has not passed long. From a rigorous perspective, this conclusion cannot be made for the time being..."

"Maybe it's not all. A small part of the nectar that has entered the preparatory process for the celebration of the 'flower festival' is still there, but in addition, the entire Tiya City has really disappeared. The searches of other city-states and archipelagos have not been found and retained so far. Moreover, the last few 'gardens' that contributed to the main breeding of nectar in the headquarters seem to have dried up..."

Fanning was not clear about the extraordinary resource operation mechanism within their church, and had limited understanding of the true meaning of the Nectar in the South. However, after listening to the archbishop's narration, at least one thing can be understood - not only has the existing Nectar almost disappeared, but its main mysterious channels for multiplication seem to have been "stopped"?

The way of this change always feels a bit similar... After thinking about it, Fanning thought of another thing in a blink of an eye:

"Can it be related to the 'fasting order' issued by your education recently?"

Fields' answer confirms Fanning's idea:

"Nectar wither is regarded as the primary representative of her gift. Its yield is positively correlated with the abundance of southern products. It is impossible to determine who is the cause and who is the result. But the fact is that both have continued to decline for nearly half a century, and the fact that the nectar withouter wither is probably a worse omen. ..."

Speaking of this, the Archbishop's face was full of gloom: "Mr. Scheller, this is exactly why I personally delivered the invitation to you. In addition to inviting you to serve as the main music priest of the 'Flower Festival' Dianyi, there is also a private meeting invitation-"

“Our Saints ‘Archive’ hope to have an interview with you one day before the celebration begins.”

Fan Ning's eyes flashed when he heard this and asked a word:

"The one who holds the order?"

"Yes." The Archbishop nodded, "In the current undercurrent of undercurrent activities of secret organizations in the southern continent, the church has invested considerable efforts in this year's "Flower Festival", hoping to rekindle greater attention and response from the "Floral Poet". The Saint must believe that your master's sacrifice will give us greater confidence. Moreover, he who has risen higher may also grasp the situation that we are not aware of..."

"My purpose is probably like this. The 'Good Time' calculated this year will be on September 5. If you want, you can visit my temple headquarters at any time. As long as you are close to the corresponding Fox Lily Field Area and ignite this invitation, clergy will come to receive your party."

After saying that, Fields bowed cautiously.

"Things worth considering." Fanning's attitude showed no intention of keeping others away, but he did not say anything to death.

After the Archbishop's figure disappeared from the passage behind the stage, Luna carefully took out the bouquet of fox lily in her sleeve.

"Teacher, this is the ordinary bouquet you gave away when you watched the show. We suddenly found it a little strange in the middle of the night, and then we found that it turned out like this..."

At this moment, Fanning was also shocked by his unique shape and light.

When I saw it, I didn’t feel it. As soon as I touched it, the spiritual sense told Fan Ning that the invisible power of the “pool” contained in this strange object is extremely concise and huge!

"Didn't you think anything else is strange? Leave it to me for custody."

It would be fine if it was related to Fanghui Temple, but the witness Lord worshipped by two other secret organizations in the Southern Continent also involved the "pool". Fan Ning would not dare to let these two students carry them for one more second.

"There seems nothing except when I feel the saliva in my mouth is a little sweet when I hold it." Miss Nightingale said.

Luna, who was standing beside her, nodded and handed over

"An, you go to the cast and crew lounge to collect your stuff, let's go out first."

Fanning thought about it and sent the two men away for a short time.

"good."

The two little girls walked towards the passage behind the stage.

"Jong."

"Do you know what this is?"

Fanning called out softly in place.

"Join, are you here?"

He stared quietly at the musical score book in front of him. After about forty seconds, a paper-cut hole finally appeared on the blank page:

"have no idea."

"I can't even confirm whether it is an extraordinary substance. I only know that the components are purely single, and it seems that there is some potential mysterious power condensed in it."

A single component substance? But this material doesn’t seem to be withering nectar… Fanning thought for a while and asked again: “Didn’t you see what happened to the change of last night?”

It took dozens of seconds to show the movement:

"Why do you think I'll keep watching you every day?"

Fanning had nothing to say for a moment. He looked at the bouquet again with the bouquet, then carefully stretched out his index finger, ready to "punch" a trace of inspiration into it.

This time, a sudden change occurred.

Before his inspiration thread could be penetrated, he only touched its surface, and the bunch of fox lilies suddenly melted like ice cubes encountered magma.

"What's it!?"

Fanning quickly wanted to take off his hand, but it was too late. In an instant, the bright red light liquid "flowed backwards" along the tip of his index finger, just like he encountered a vacuum cleaner!

In a few seconds, the red light spread densely along the capillaries on the palm, and finally a pink emblem like a "simple drawing" of the fox lily flower was formed on the inside of the left forearm!

Throughout the whole process, his body and spirituality did not feel any strange. This emblem seemed to be born in the skin, unable to touch the special place, nor could it be rubbed off.

He raised his hand, widened his eyes, staring at the emblem desperately.

"Teacher, we're done." Miss Nightingale's voice came.

"Teacher?" Luna saw that he was still standing at the forefront of the stage, and then walked a few steps and shouted again.

Fanning had to smooth out her sleeves first, turn around and pick up the guitar that was placed on the ground.

"Let's go."

The streets are shining with sunshine and pedestrians are passing by.

The fragrance of flowers with the baking flavor is still strong, Luna is still holding her little black umbrella, and the road is still as white as a flash.

I can't say I'm tired, but Fanning somehow felt that the feeling of withdrawal after "midsummer has arrived" was moving forward one step further.

To make an inappropriate analogy, he felt that it was a bit similar to the feeling of walking on the campus streets in the early summer after surfing the Internet all night in his previous life.

"You guys haven't slept well, right?" Fanning asked after wandering aimlessly on the street for a while.

"Well... I feel a little drowsy. The sun can't open its eyes, but I can't sleep for a while. I think of going to make up for the night at noon." Miss Nightingale yawned.

Half an hour later, the three of them found Walter in the event hotel arranged by the church. After parading at night, he took a nap for several hours, and he still looked full of energy.

Several people had a simple breakfast in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel restaurant and had some communication about the situation last night, but Fanning did not ask Walter what was wrong.

As the attendant packed the plate, he lowered his head and wrote on a piece of letter paper.

"Now you can set out to find a higher position in the Director's position in Beijing. Now you have become a troupe, and you are still a permanent conductor in the group that ranks outside the thirty. The group between the front line and the top level of the old Symphony Orchestra has a lot of room for a young and great conductor like you."

After Fanning finished speaking, he packed the letter and handed it over.

"Is this a recommendation letter?" Walter took it in surprise, "Teacher, you still have a very deep connection."

If it weren't for better development and better resume, he, a San Pelto man, wouldn't have traveled across the ocean four years ago and took his family to the orchestra in the South to serve as a permanent conductor.

It seems that although the teacher of this old symphony orchestra felt that the ranking was "high or low or low", he thought it was still very suitable for his current career stage.

Generally speaking, when you are a conductor these days, you can only choose one of two positions and rankings. Like me, not only from a permanent position to a director, but also from more than 30 to eleven orchestra, which is definitely a huge step.

"After becoming famous, a large number of industry insiders always come to make friends." Fan Ning smiled lightly and lightly.

"Can you see in advance what recommendations you wrote for me?" Walter was curious.

"I want to see it, too." Luna looked at the back of the paper.

"Yes." Fanning picked up a green coconut and leaned back to his seat.

Walter immediately pulled out the letter from the seal and was stunned.

"He wants to be the music director."

It would be fine if there was no Scheer's signature, why didn't even mention the name "Bruno Walter"?

...Who am I? Where am I?

"Teacher..." The conductor choked, "I think the letter of recommendation is usually written...will it be a little more detailed?"

"How is the detailed method?" Fanning held the straw in his mouth.

Walter carefully made suggestions:

"For example, generally speaking, should we write the name of the recommended person first? And..."

"Oh it's okay, this is not the point." Fanning waved his hand without any worries.

Walter continued to be stunned.

So what is the difference between taking this recommendation letter to an old symphony orchestra and getting an empty paper?

"You'll leave now." Fanning then restrained his usual indifferent expression and became a little serious, "Then, bring the two junior sisters together."

"Bring them? Today?"
To be continued...