Although it has changed from light to darkness and no longer draws comics openly, the efficiency of production has not decreased in the slightest. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info held his breath in his heart, those low-level painters even painted more diligently, more exquisitely, and often painted all day, very diligent.

Within two days, the fifth volume of "Jack the Great Swordsman" was secretly sold in Vienna. And the hesitation has been supported by the people, and it sells even better, often just released a batch, and it is swept away in a few hours, which is very in short supply.

Of course, despite the fact that it was in secret, and most of the people who bought it chose to keep it a secret, the news of the comic book being sold again spread.

The next day, several waves of people came to the door of the former Vienna Comics Society, including merchants who came to buy them, city guards, patrols, and several disciples of Master Lermy, but Master Lermy himself did not come. However, they are destined to get nothing, the comic club is empty, and there are only some miscellaneous garbage in the huge space, and the empty can run mice. Because even Zhang Ang and Adolf don't live there anymore.

They are now constantly issuing orders in the chicken feather inn, coordinating and arranging the work of nearly 100 production teams in the entire art street, large and small hotels, and private houses.

"Well, it's a bit slow at the Zephyr Hotel, you go and urge it, and strive to finish the last batch tonight!"

"The replenishment of consumables such as paint and paper should keep up, and just put some of them in the halls of various hotels, it's not worth much anyway, I don't know if they take more!"

"According to this data, the best seller is still in the west of the city, those nobles, one by one say that it is garbage, look down on it, but they are so active in buying it, and they say they don't like it?"

"Dongcheng District should also shop more goods. Although it is a civilian area, it has a large number of residents, and the total amount has risen, and the sales volume will not be much worse. ”

"Also, are the 1,000 copies ready to be sent to other cities? Hurry up, someone will come and pick them up in the afternoon. ”

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Every inn was busy, but Master Lermy's disciples were worried.

"This comic club is obviously closed, so how did the new comic book come to be?"

"Could it be that they are hiding somewhere else to paint, like outside the city?"

"Probably not, although it is easy to find places outside the city, it is not so easy to buy consumables or arrange sales. And those garbage painters don't necessarily want to go out of town. ”

"That's hiding? yes! They must have a base in the city!"

The discussion was intense, and a person came running from a distance, but it was Egun, a disciple of Master Lermi: "I found out! These guys really don't give up! They are now all nested in the hotel, hiding in their rooms! Still drawing those garbage comics!"

"I said how did these garbage comic books come out! I thought we would be able to do nothing if we hid in the room and secretly draw?" a disciple shouted, "Let's go and find the teacher!"

"Wait!" The eldest disciple stopped him: "The teacher is busy now, don't bother the teacher about this matter, otherwise who knows what foul language those street painters will say?

"Yes, yes, yes! The day before yesterday, the patrol team helped us get rid of those guys! The patrol team was on our side!" The other disciples also saw a light in their eyes and agreed: "There is a patrol team to make a move, I want to see how long these street fighting things can die!"

Patrols are easy to find, and the streets are all over the place.

But after a while, these disciples came to Art Street with a bunch of patrols.

Swaggering into an inn, a disciple kicked open a door and walked in with someone: "Don't move! What were you doing just now? Are you drawing comics?"

"Who are you, what are we doing, do we need to report to you?" the painters at the bottom of the room stopped their pens, and one of the leaders said disdainfully.

"Okay, you're really drawing comics!" The disciple took two steps forward, took out a piece of drawing paper from a drawing board, and said to the patrol leader: "Captain, you speak, this picture is divided into four grids, one frame and one image, these people are drawing comics!"

"What does it matter to you what we draw?" Angry, the leading low-level painter took back the drawing paper: "Even if we are drawing comics, so what? Our Austrian law prohibits drawing comics!"

The disciple pursed his lips and shouted, "Because your paintings are all rubbish......!"

"Who is your teacher?" a low-level painter interrupted him.

"My teacher is Master Lermi of the Academy of Arts!" replied the disciple proudly.

"Master Lermy? What is that? He said he wasn't allowed to paint, he wasn't allowed to paint, who did he think he was? Archduke of Austria, or Emperor of France?" the low-level painter said mercilessly: "If he says he is not allowed to eat, then everyone will starve to death?"

"You're defiling art!" said to the patrol captain next to him with a flushed face, "We won't allow you to continue like this!"

The patrol leader didn't speak, but just took a step forward, and the iron-blooded killing aura on his body began to diffuse in the room.

But these low-level painters have already been released, and they are not intimidated by the momentum on his body: "It seems that this Master Lermi is indeed a big man, and even his disciples have the right to directly order patrols, and it seems that they are not much different from the Archduke of Austria and the Emperor of France." Okay, let's admit it and arrest us all. ”

With that, he raised his hand and stood in front of the patrol.

"Yes, let's take us!" shouted the other painters, dropping their brushes, and raising their hands.

Their voices were so loud that they shook the entire inn.

The doors of each room opened, and all the low-level painters came out of the room, crowded into the aisle, raised their hands one by one, and began to shout:

"I'm drawing comics too! I've been drawing dozens of pages, so I'll get caught too!"

"Hahaha, labor and management are also painting, and they are also tarnishing art!

"I'll just draw it! What's wrong? Arrest me if you have the ability!"

"Yes! If you have the ability, it's up to me for the rest of my life, kill me, or I'll have to paint when I come out!

"You Frenchmen, you haven't done anything good since you came to our Austria! A master of Shabi went up and knelt down and licked it! Like a dog! Come on, what are you staring at? You have the ability to kill labor!"

"Come on, kill all of us, if we kill all of us, no one will paint, no one will defile art, come and kill!"

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