"Waolalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala"

The applause lasted for a long time, the square was bright, and huge flags from all directions fluttered in the wind.

Fanning picked up the water cup at hand and took a sip.

"Happy holidays. Salute to Mr. Pogleridge."

In the ocean of applause and cheer, he repeated it like a parrot, leaning on his seat, always squinting at the ceremony.

"Ms. Yulia Rosenthal."

"Marquis Hornstaufen Amaranta."

"Dr. Diben Adim."

This warm atmosphere continued for quite some time, and the name was still being pronounced, and the number of people had exceeded 200.

Finally, at some point, the leader sitting in the middle of a row of inspectors in front seemed to feel a little noisy in his ears, so he made a move of pressing down with both hands.

I didn't get up, didn't turn around, and I couldn't see my expression or simple movements.

The square suddenly became quiet.

"That's all, friends."

Mr. Wax flipped through the pages of the book and saw the blank space behind it, and had no name anymore, so he turned back.

"The precarious situation is at least a little safer." He closed his speech.

"Oh, and I believe everyone has noticed the reform trend of reorganizing the House of Commons in Tiollein before." Then, he smiled gently.

"In the future, in order to deal with the situation more safely and to take more effective measures to protect the public order and interests, we will further integrate our forces and optimize the structure, both at the secular level and slightly more mysterious. In this way, a briefing."

Compared to the previous words that are difficult to breathe

At this time, it seems to be a search for common sentences and common content.

Finally, it's ordinary content.

Most people are greedy and enjoying breathing the fresh air in the square.

However, the very few people in the square - just three or four - suddenly sat upright, with a strange light shot out from their eyes!

Including Bishop Carestini, the remnants of the Temple of Florida, His Majesty of Jainn, Marquis McAdam, and Fanning!

Further integrate forces and optimize the architecture!?!?

But, although most other people were focused on listening, they didn't seem to react much.

It seems that their thinking ability has been overloaded by previous information.

It seems that what the person on the stage said was an off-topic that is not very important at the moment.

At this time, a staff member stepped forward and took away the spokesperson book that Mr. Wax had just read.

"Next, let's get back to the main theme of the festival."

Mr. Wax smiled and slipped on the wheelchair and left the spokesperson.

"Salute to the devouts of art! Please leave the rest of your time to our colleagues at the Preparatory Committee, Mr. Lasus."

Neatly applause rang out.

Come simply and go without delay.

"Salute to the devouts of art." After Lasust came to the stage, he repeated Mr. Wax's words.

"Books are immortal memories, music scores, stones, and scroll art."

"History drifts through the long river, and the truth that is nurtured is infinitely far away, but scholars who study history compete with time to preserve the past. In this process, there is a form that transcends language. It is a sign of ancient times, a contemporary precepts, and a lesson from later generations. We, and the world, have never forgotten it, just like the teachings of "not falling fire", the "tower casting man", the "winter wind" or other witnesses."

Lasus also looked down at the manuscript and looked up at the person.

"Next, I announce the list of the enrollees."

"They are all artists who have made outstanding contributions to the 40th Harvest Art Festival of all mankind, great or above. The ranking is regardless of order, and the order is related to the time when the preparatory committee makes the decision."

The time when Lasus said these words was not far from Mr. Wax's previous speech.

In addition, the depth of the square is very wide, and the police are still in and out from all directions.

The people in the "Special Commendation List" with the order of reading are still being handcuffed one by one, putting up arms, and pushing them all the way.

Amid the jingling metal collision and the sound of leather shoes clicking on the ground, Lasus uncovered the elegant and heavy large-size booklet in his arms.

"Roy McAdam." "Shiran Conner."

The citizens of the blockbuster suddenly turned their heads and looked over.

Fan Ning, who was between the two left and right, was surrounded by strange eyes of everyone. Suddenly, he felt that his heart was hit by a small hammer, and a light golden stream of light appeared in his eyes.

But then he realized something was wrong and vomited slowly in one breath.

What are you doing!?

It is a list of those who are clearly enrolled in the book, a list of artists with historical significance that can determine or establish the influence of the "Lion Forging" level.

Those citizens who heard the reputation gradually realized that their reaction in the moment seemed to have "inertial dislocation".

"Shiran."

Roy reacted quickly, and she called out softly to remind Sheeran, who was sitting on the other side of Fanning.

Then he stood up first, smiled gracefully on his cheeks, facing the ceremonial platform and the citizens behind him, and greeted Yingying.

The reminder of Sheeran followed closely, and the overall movement was only a little slower than Roy.

At the same time when the two girls were bowing their faces, three groups of working policemen walked through their aisles with their arms "special commendants".

Naturally, it also passed under Fanning's nose.

Fanning also briefly met the eyes of one of the acquaintances.

Dr. Diben Adim, professor of the Department of Oil Painting at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts, expressionist painter, and leader in the journal asset revitalization of the "End of the Century". He had a chat with him at the "The Medal of the Thistle Flower", and later this person also visited the Turner Art Hall.

The wide black felt hat he often wore fell off and fell to the ground when he reached the corner of the seat corridor because his body was too crooked.

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Behind the ceremony, colorful streams of light sprinkled out from the spherical arch of the cathedral, blooming in the night sky into the flower-like characters of Sheeran and Roy’s names.

“Remlin Erasmus.”

“Gnacio Goya.”

"Claudia Lausanne."

"Beatrix Angelica."

The names of outstanding people have caused artists from different directions to stand up and greet.

The colorful fireworks burst into the flower-like characters in the night sky became more and more.

The deceased who are farther away are not within the scope of the discussion of the latest Harvest Art Festival. It is the responsibility of musicologists or scholars who study history to rediscover the value of the "text" of historical figures.

Here, the precise meaning of the rising fireworks is "an artist who has made outstanding contributions to the 40th Harvest Art Festival of all mankind", which means that the selected candidates must be alive, or the death time is less than 7 years, and still leave their own artistic footprints during this period of time.

"Pisalo Kumiye."

"Quelcha Stolheim."

"Gilbert Capran."

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The rumbling sound of the specially made royal fireworks was intertwined with the faint controversy, the sound of pleading and gunshots at the far end of the square.

I don’t know if those strong white “searchlights” have been weakened, but now they are not so dazzling for a while.

It is not ruled out that vision is gradually adapting.

Or it may be attributed to the colorful fireworks that disrupt the boring monotony of the lighting beams.

"Ann Kretien."

“Villibald Cranmer.”

“Amaranta Sulo.”

From point to face, the crowd began to applaud again.

"Crazy la la la la la la la la la la la la la!!"

More and more people stood up, looked at each other, shouted excitedly, applauded in their hands, and expressed their high respect for the great artists.

It is the warm and festive atmosphere that should be at the end of the celebration.

However, I don’t know if anyone will realize that this scene is just a reappearance just now.

I came here just this time not long ago.

Under the applause, the last wave of the "special commendation list" had not yet completely gone away from the square.

But no matter what, on the square and the twelve main roads at this time, the festive atmosphere of the festival has reached its peak.

The strange fireworks that were shot over the cathedral triggered responses from citizens who spontaneously set off fireworks in other areas.
Chapter completed!