Chapter 1437 71. Knowing the Way
"I won't betray Santa Claus." Sir Tkinson's tone was firm and his eyes were hostile. "No one lets you betray it."
Little Smore is not tall, not to mention the tall Sir Tkinson, even the thin Binn on the side, but he stands there with a strong sense of presence that makes people unable to ignore.
"You didn't say..."
"The Palace of Art does not represent the capital of art."
Sir Trkinson suddenly realized at this moment that the protesters outside were just a cover, and the thin man in front of him might have come for him from the beginning.
I don't know whether to be excited or refute, Sir Tkinson was stunned for a few seconds and said in a complicated manner: "Annan Reeves asked you to come?"
"Lord Annan handed me over the matter of the Capital of Art."
"Why do you think I will cooperate with you?"
"Because we have the same purpose."
"...I don't understand."
"You understand. "
Little Smore stood in front of "The Immortal Fire Tree", and it was a bit like the big tree in the painting that was destroyed but still standing. "The enemy is the palace of art."
"The palace of art is not necessarily the enemy, but you are." Sir Tkinson was unmoved.
Although he doesn't like the old guys in the tower, it doesn't mean he will help outsiders deal with his own people.
"For a sturdy wooden house, termites are far more dangerous than Mars."
"No matter what you say, I will not betray the capital of art!"
"I said, no one wants you to betray the capital of art." Little Smo said calmly: "Or are you loyal to those nobles who are in corpse and eat at home?"
"You don't need to worry about anything outsiders. Art has many shortcomings, and I will use my own strength to change him, just like your lord."
"Change, or be changed? Those nobles, would they have the same ambitions as you when they were young?"
Sir Tkinson suddenly fell silent under Little Smore's words. "Mr. Annan said something." Xiao Simo continued.
"He said that the horse pulling the carriage had run away, and the people in the car were left far behind by the convoy. But in order not to get down to pull the carriage, they shook their bodies and pretended that the carriage was still driving."
"In the past, it was a magical image, but now it is a singer competition. In the future, you will be throwing farther and farther away, leaving only some old guys holding the old aura of the times."
"This is the cruelty of this world. It will not stop and wait for anyone. The backward things will be crushed by the carriage of time and not even the scum left." Sir Tkinson took a deep breath: "You mean, is the capital of Art behind?" "You know this question better than me, or are you also a nobleman who shakes his body?" "How is it possible?
Sir Trkinson has been trying to make changes, otherwise he would not have gone to the tower to find the old guys as soon as he got the news.
It is just that the implementation of magic images has been subjected to unimaginable resistance. The people in the Art Hall are used to making money while lying down, so why are you willing to start from scratch?
The rapid passage of "Singers Contest" also made them realize that controlling the naming rights of the champion has great benefits and benefits, otherwise its ending would only be the same as the magical image.
Sir Trkinson was really moved 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 dryly, "...how do you want to cooperate."
"Find out the murderer of the damn child and bring them to justice." Sir Tkinson was still waiting for Little Small to continue speaking, but after he finished speaking, he returned to silence.
"It's just that?" "What else?"
Sir Trkinson opened his mouth: "Don't you want to shake the palace of art?"
"Do we look like crazy people who try to subvert the opponent's forces because of a little conflict?"
Sir Trkinson swallowed "Isn't it?" back into his stomach: "Then what is the purpose of doing this?"
"Let the evil people bring to justice."
Sir Trkinson always asks questions repeatedly - because he doesn't believe it.
Even if Little Smoo said it again, he still didn't believe it, but just sighed: "Annan Reeves will definitely value you."
He stood up a little and said seriously, "Tell me your name."
"Little Small."
Sir Tkinson said displeased, "I don't even have the qualification to know your name?"
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"This is my name, I was once a civilian."
"Civilian? Are you kidding!"
But looking at Little Small's serious appearance, Sir Tkinson couldn't help but doubt.
Later, Sir Tkinson and Binn returned to the study.
"He looks sincere."
Sir Trkinson sat in the seat: "He and his lord are just taking advantage of us. Do you really believe there will be good nobles?"
Bin hesitated, "I've seen the magical image. How could the beauty in it be false?"
"You are too emotional, Bin." Sir Tkinson shook his head, "Because of this, you can't get out of that role."
"Don't link the real person to the actor, especially the person is a politician."
On the other side, Little Small was sitting at the oak table, thinking about the next arrangement.
Annan once said that Xiao Simo is the person who looks the most like him.
He knows how to take advantage of his advantages and knows that his fist is the most intimidating only when it is not smashed. Know how to differentiate opponents and build advantages by winning over a group and attacking a group. The most important thing is that because of his poor background, the so-called dignity will not become a shackle for him.
Sir Trkinson would not refuse. No matter whether he believes it or not, how sincere he has, cooperation is his only chance to get into the tower.
Next, he will cooperate with Liberty City to make the matter bigger, so that the nobles behind the scenes will restless, and then let out another thunder blow when he can't 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 them also surfaced.
Sir Trkinson would find a way on the surface, but in fact he was secretly spreading scandals.
However, he was also wary of Small Smore. While doing so, he was also destroying all the evidence so that he would not be taken by Liberty City to threaten him to sell the City of Art.
The children who were sent to the theater became the toys of the nobles" became increasingly widely spread, and even the "Singer Contest" was affected. The theater, which serves as the competition venue, has become a demon cave amid rumors, and it cannot even be filled, and many opera artists have performed poorly.
Seeing that "The Singer" has not yet been exerted, "Singer Contest" is about to collapse, and a lot of money is leaking out from the fingers. The veterans of the Art Hall are furious and demanding that Sir Tkinson must eliminate the rumors, no matter what method is used.
Sir Trkinson was not interested in taking the blame. After walking out of the tower with a embarrassed look, he changed into a serious face and walked into the city lord's mansion.
But it is not a city lord who looks for a puppet like a city lord—
The City of Art is a quagmire, and the big figures in the hall protect each other, so the final plan of Smoke and Sir Tkinson is: Mechanical sermon.
(This chapter ends)