"I know—I know."

"You let go of me."

Turing struggled impatiently in Dunkirk's embrace.

"I won't let go unless you promise me not to investigate back and forth with Merka anymore."

"And you can't lose your temper either."

Turing sighed and gave a disdainful look at this unprofessional woman.

Nearly thirty years old and acting like a little girl, the more Turing got to know Dunkirk, the more she felt that this person was different from the impression she had initially left on her.

"What we're currently investigating is not about that..."

"Sigh, forget it, you won't understand anyway."

Recently, Turing and Merka had indeed been investigating something, but it wasn't about the Agio family; it was about finding suitable candidates to form a band.

However, things didn't go as planned, and Yorkshire might not be a reliable option.

Although her stuttering didn't affect her playing, a series of incidents related to stuttering had severely undermined her confidence on stage.

Now she would get nervous as soon as she got on stage.

"What do you think of Yorkshire's performance today?"

Turing suddenly changed the subject.

"Oh, was the third princess involved in the performance today?"

"I think it was pretty good."

"I just didn't expect the nobles to be willing to perform on stage themselves."

[Forget it, it's useless to listen to laypeople's opinions.]

[But weren't we originally supposed to perform for ordinary people?]

Turing twirled her side bangs with her fingers, pressing down with her thumb and twisting with her forefinger. Through this action, she fell into deep thought.

[Since there were no negative reviews... then that should be good enough, right.]

[Confidence and all, I can practice that during this time.]

[It's just that Lady Marianne's other students really aren't up to par.]

[I can play the violin, Merka can play the organ, and Yorkshire can play the piano.]

[To add more layers to the music, we can invite a saxophonist.]

[Of course, I can play the saxophone too, let the newcomer play the violin. But...]

[Anyway, four people are still too few.]

[For things like class variety shows, a quartet would be more than enough.]

[But now we are going to perform in the prestigious Bremen Music Hall, how could a quartet be enough.]

[How did the Forbidden Band manage back then?]

"Tucoco?"

Seeing Turing's furrowed brows as she drifted off, Dunkirk softly called out.

"Merka and Lady Maria have already entered the church."

"Hmm, what is that?"

It seemed something in the distance had caused Dunkirk's exclamation.

Returning to reality, Turing followed the sound and saw a vehicle transport truck the size of a small hill, slowly inching closer from a distant street corner, gracefully connecting to the end of the procession.

Its exaggerated large body and relatively strange design for the Acadia people attracted numerous curious onlookers.

The vehicle transport truck was decked out in decorations, with banners covering every inch, all of them praising and admiring the new disciple knight Merka.

And the contents carried inside this transport truck were even more extravagant to the extreme - it was filled entirely with all kinds of Harley motorcycles;

Sportster series, adventure touring series, Softail series, Davidson series, Rebel series, three-box, two-box, high fuel consumption, low fuel consumption, gloss black, pearl white, reef blue, as long as it could be displayed, every model was there.

Looking at the convoy, Turing saw the merchant she had met at the banquet before, sitting at the front of the vehicle, discussing something with the master of ceremonies for the ennoblement ceremony.

Without much thought, one could tell that this grand and exaggerated scene had to be orchestrated by the same merchant Turing had asked a favor of.

It could be said that the huge truck full of motorcycles far exceeded Turing's original request to that boss. Even someone unfamiliar with motorcycles would have their doubts upon seeing them - these goods, without a considerable sum of money, would be impossible to acquire, especially considering these bikes in Acadia enjoyed a status of priceless worth.

"That guy... He's making such a big fuss."

"I didn't even tell him who the motorcycle was for... Does he think I would gain prestige this way?"

Dunkirk looked at Turing's awkward expression for a moment, then followed her gaze, understanding in her heart.

"As the saying goes, 'Setting fire to attract moths, all for the sake of a beauty’s smile.'"

"With just a bit of investigation, it's easy to see how devoted Miss Altria is now."

"By doing this now, she's only trying to win your favor."

Snuffing out her cigarette, Dunkirk lightly pressed the damaged butt against the roof tiles, extinguishing it.

"This is the wisdom of the common folk."