Chapter 601 Return to the Composition House

"Can't contact us? What does it mean? How long will it take to contact us?"

"It may be six years at the lowest."

Frances lowered her head and stared at the contact letter from the Special Inspection Hall. The steel stamp with the blue streamer signature of "Pograilic" was tightly blocked by her right thumb.

The signature is like a small painting, with endless tension, sharpness and danger. With her powerful inspiration of the triple, she dared not give any in-depth viewing or association.

"Have your father told you about this before?"

"Nearly no." Roy shook his head.

Six years

She really knew very little about the "consultant" of the school.

I only started to learn hidden knowledge gradually when I entered the University of San Lenia and came into contact with mystery. It has only been more than six years since then.

"In fact, my generation, including your father, has never seen Mr. 'Consultant', and has never seen him dream of seeing him, nor has he left a divine projection when he wakes up. In recent years, our frequency of contact has gradually become thinner."

"We have always suspected that there was some unknown problem in his state, but this suspicion has no meaning. Even if the suspicion is true, no one in the school can help a preceptor solve the problem, which can easily cause internal people to panic. This may be the reason why Lord Marquis never told you before."

"Seven years ago, on the eve of the 39th Harvest Art Festival, we notified the "advisor" to the convening order of the discussion group roundtable. He should have attended the meeting, but whether there were any abnormal performances at the meeting, Bogleridge discovered this abnormal performance, did not tell us, or did not find any abnormalities. We did not have the authority to attend the meeting, and we did not know anything."

"Later we tried to inquire about the news from Prime Minister Puchatu who represented the Empire at that time, but Puchatu said they had strict restrictions on keeping secrets, and the attendees were just listening to the meeting behind the scenes. They didn't even see the true faces of the six members, and they didn't think anything was abnormal about the 'advisor's' speech."

"Notifying the 'consultant' to participate in the 39th Harvest Art Festival is our last contact, and there will be no news later."

After hearing this, Roy was silent for a while and said:

"What will happen if the Bologna School is absent in this roundtable?"

This sentence is actually a self-question, and she has already made a certain preview in her heart.

If Pogleridge knew that there was something wrong with the order holder of his school, would he make the Special Inspection Office investigate the secrets of the school, would he further suppress the school's power in the empire, and would even make more radical actions, every possibility would be unpredictable or ruled out.

The discussion group, this is a limited degree alliance of all official organizations, and it is the highest decision-making level that determines the direction of all mankind in the entire mysterious world!

Frances understood what Roy was thinking, and she added a reminder:

“There may be another variable for this year’s roundtable.”

"The Temple of Fanghui is destroyed! The Saint's 'Cai' has died, and one member of the discussion group has been vacant!!"

"If one is empty, the discussion group will naturally attract a new member. According to past practice, members are basically at the level of order holders, or the 'torch' who has reached the sixth level. Originally, if something happened in the South, how would Pogleridge consider this matter? I had already questioned in my mind."

"But if something happened to our school's 'advisor' while the saint died, how could this hole be filled in for a while?"

"I am worried that the composition of the entire discussion group will undergo a subversive change at that time. The relative balance pattern reached by '1 official organization 1 member, 1 member 2 votes' has been achieved after countless struggles. The right-hand man of Pogleridge will also join the discussion group!"

Roy was already browning.

This question is extremely urgent and difficult, a hundred times more difficult than the previous "Congressional Reform Act"!

"What should I do?"

She felt extremely unwilling to accept it, and she tried hard to reach it but couldn't.

Although I have been promoted to Sui Xiaozhe and have completed the preliminary preparations for the second level of Sui Xiao in just over a year, the level of problems facing is too high!

"Report my name."

Suddenly, a low voice rang out in the talk room.

A gentleman wearing a brown coat and a top hat slowly emerged from the ground. He was mature in temperament, handsome in appearance, and his hair and eyebrows were trimmed neatly.

"Marquis." "Dad?"

Frances stood up and said hello, and Roy spoke up.

"What did you just say in our conversation? But the people attending the roundtable must be."

Marquis McAdam shouted, raised his hand, and the contact letter suddenly took off from Frances's hand and turned into a white stream of light and flew towards him. His figure began to flicker and fade. During this period, the layout of the reception room changed one after another, like a stack of interior pictures that quickly switched.

Roy looked at him in surprise, feeling that her father in the dream had undergone a completely different change compared to the past.

Everything returned to normal, and Marquis McAdam's last voice remained with unspeakable authority:

"I'll go to the meeting."

"You mean, the 'advisor' in the guidance school may have some unknown problem?" Fanning asked.

The sky was covered with dense raindrops, the towering and steep Dolometz Mountains in the distance, the exposed rocks, green vegetation, the boundary between light and shadow was blurred, and the vast lake was filled with smoke.

Two figures holding umbrellas walked slowly in the field, one after another, gradually approaching a small hut by the lake in the distance.

"Sir Viadling revealed to me in a private occasion." Sheeran, who was holding an umbrella behind, said, "It is said that their generation had never seen the 'advisor' of the school, and except for every time he conveyed Bogleridge's meeting notice, he received fewer and fewer communications and instructions."

"Ha, sure enough." Fanning said a few words in front of him.

"Do you know the situation?"

"My dad has long been suspicious."

Not only Vincent, Fanning himself discussed with Joan in the abnormality area that "it seems that the outcome of the orderly leader is not very good."

Not only the Guiding School, but also the Bologna School, there should be a preface behind the "Consultant". However, after so long, he has never heard of who the "Consultant" is, just like "shameful".

"What a worrying question." Sheeran sighed softly.

Fanning stopped discussing this issue, took a step forward slowly, staring at the "composition hut" in front of him who was personally directed to build.

The blue and red inverted V-shaped roof with windows on three sides is no longer white, bringing out gray stains after daily storms.

The nameless young composer who visited here in the spring of 913 of the New Calendar never came back after leaving.

At first, residents of the lakeside town often came to visit with fruit baskets, and the country musicians also maintained a certain degree of attention. However, for months, one year, and two years, it gradually returned to the tranquility of no one. Even if there were farmed orchards and farmlands hundreds of meters away, and further to the lake, there were only a few wild paths left by anglers and pickers.

The next moment, Fanning's body passed through the rain curtain under the eaves, turned around and put away the umbrella.

Sheeran followed his movements.

With a few clicks, the key is inserted, rotated, and pushed the door.

"Um?"

Fanning's voice became a little surprised.

"How did the layout and display in this house look like this?"
Chapter completed!