Chapter 2273:

The performance of the orchestra he leads must even be a year in advance to grab an audience ticket from the fanatics.

Although Yuko Touma thinks that the other party is just a good child who can hang up without paying a price, but in terms of musical literacy, the other party does represent the cutting-edge level of Europe.

"It's a pleasure to see you here, Franz." She quietly avoided the bear hug, Touma Yoko looked at Franz in front of her with a smile.

Facing Touma Yoko, who escaped the bear hug, Franz's expression didn't change at all, he just sighed. "...trust me, you won't be happy any time soon."

"Huh?" Touma Yoko frowned in confusion, but she was still keenly aware of the abnormality. "Is it about these world-class musicians getting together to protest?"

"Miss Dongma, your intuition has always been sharp."

Franz shrugged, spread his hands, and said helplessly.

"Although I was also a member of the sit-in protest just now, just one minute ago, I had already purchased a ticket to Dongdu."

Touma Yoko looked at Franz in confusion.

Seeing Yuko Touma's doubts, Franz sighed helplessly. "Although some music festival staff may explain to you later, I'll just say it directly..."

"This year, no, in the last three years, the Vienna Music Festival will be held in the island country of the extreme east. That small place cannot be in a small place, yes, it is the blind spot of classical music!"

"Huh?!" Rarely, Touma Yoko showed a cute expression full of surprise.

"You also think this is absurd, right? Inheriting the long-standing musical spirit of Vienna, the music festival that has been held in Vienna for two centuries has to go to the other side of the world and hold it in that popular place of modern music..."

Like a grumpy lion, Franz stomped his feet angrily and shouted in a high voice.

Touma Yoko was silent for a while, and then said with a strange expression. "...But Franz, you just said you bought a ticket to Dongdu."

"That's exactly what I'm trying to explain now..."

Before he could finish speaking, the exclamation behind him made Franz turn his head, and then sighed as if he had lost his energy.

"Forget it, Mr. Theodore is here, and I don't need to talk too much."

"Mr. Teodor?" Touma Yoko's face straightened. Although this name is common in Europe, in the classical music world, only one person would be called this way.

Theodore, the classical music master of the Eagle Country, is almost like a Taishan Beidou in traditional music festivals.

His splendid achievements in his life, even the Queen of the Eagle Kingdom awarded him the title of "jazz" himself. He repeatedly invited him to be the prince's music tutor, but was declined by him.

In Europe, Theodoro was even described as a great master even though Beethoven was alive.

Facing this old antique, Touma Yaozi had to tidy up her appearance and greet the arrival of the other party with the highest respect.

Then, she saw a pair of... a stretcher.

"Put me down, let me down, I want to see Princess White..."

Looking at the stretcher, the right leg was surrounded by gauze, obviously a discounted white-haired old man, Touma Yoko's face immediately stiffened.

At this time, Franz covered his face with his hands and reminded in a low voice.

"Let me say more, now all of London probably knows that Mr. Thealdo's legs were discounted by Her Royal Highness the White Princess."

Touma Yoko's mouth twitched involuntarily. The original good impression of the legendary European high-ranking lady completely collapsed.

In other words, who said that the white princess Alice is the pinnacle of European ladies? How does this style feel like the Godfather of the Mafia in Sicily?

Compared to Touma Yoko's astonishment, the protesting musicians immediately sat on wax.

The moment they saw Tealdo, whether it was a sit-in protest or a death wish, they all quieted down completely, looking at the old man struggling on the stretcher with a blue face.

At this moment, a working woman passed through the crowd, passed through the guarding crowd, bowed her head, and muttered a few words in the ear of the old man on the stretcher.

As the scene suddenly quieted down, Touma Yoko could vaguely hear the words "Your Majesty" and "Campione" from the woman's mouth.

Then she saw that Teodoro's turbid eyes seemed to show a look of fear, and then he seemed to have lost his spirit and slumped on the stretcher.

"Buy me a plane ticket to the Eastern Capital." The old man said sullenly. Compared to the previous one, he was full of energy, but now his voice was weak, like a dying person.

Although there is no famous saying, when the old man with the highest rank and the strongest strength said this sentence, the entire traditional music industry was equivalent to making a compromise...or, in other words, surrendering.

"Although I expected it, I didn't expect it to end like this. Is it worthy of being the White Princess or the Council of Sages? It's really cruel enough to take Mr. Tealdo directly as a 'example'." Lanz shook his head helplessly and sighed.

Then he turned his head and looked at Touma Yoko with a weird face in front of him.

"As you can see, MISS Dongma, you may have gone for nothing. I suggest you buy a ticket now, otherwise the ticket to the island country will be hard to get."

"Compared to this, I am now more interested in the Council of Sages, and the so-called His Majesty!" Yuko Touma narrowed her eyes slightly and said with a smile.

"Happily, if there is no mistake in the information issued by the parliament, I am afraid it will start with a woman named 'Tongma Hesa'."

Franz frowned and looked at Touma Yoko with some doubts. "Speaking of which, Miss Dongma, I remember your daughter's name is also?"

"If I heard correctly, it is indeed my daughter's name." Dongma Yaozi twitched the corner of her mouth, she felt that she seemed to be 'calculated'.

Chapter 345 Your Daughter Was Spotted by the Demon King

Tatata's footsteps rang out in the airport lobby with an inexplicable sense of rhythm.

Touma Yoko and Franz opened a distance, walked side by side on the road to the ticket counter, and exchanged information with a low voice.

"MISS Dongma, I wonder if you've heard of the Council of Sages?" Franz adjusted his neckline, glanced around, and lowered his voice.

"I've heard that it was a parliamentary organization established in Eagle Country London in the early 18th century to actively attract elites from all walks of life, but isn't that a fan association there?"

Compared with the island country where she was born but lived for less than 2 years, Yoko Touma, who has been in the major European music seasons all year round, has a clearer understanding of various European organizations.

Headquartered in Glenridge, the transnational organization "Sage Council" with the name of "wisdom", as a world-class pianist, Yuko Touma has also met the requirements of the Council of Sages...

...a standard line called 'Elite'.

However, it is a pity that her identity as an Oriental has made her stuck at this threshold for three or five years, and she has not been able to cross the most critical step for a long time.

In the final analysis, although Western society is apparently equal, racial discrimination is still an unavoidable and bad reality.

"It seems that this council is a little different from what I imagined?" Looking at Franz's eyes that seemed to be looking at the frog at the bottom of the well, Touma Yoko said calmly.

She is not stupid. Seeing Franz's expression, she can naturally guess some truth.

"The general nature is correct, but the scope of elites from all walks of life is somewhat beyond the imagination of ordinary people."

Franz quickly restrained his expression, but explained carefully and patiently to Yuko Touma.

If, as he guessed, the courtesan in front of him is Dongma Hesha's biological mother, then the person in front of him is really not someone he can be presumptuous.

Although the proverb of the seven-rank officials in front of the prime minister's gate is not described in this way in the West, it has also been summed up by similar experiences.