To have waited too long ... there has years of this, I discovered the first two books I read and reread again. I found this fascinating universe and two perfectly written characters, rich and complex. The beautiful and beautifully colorized drawings of this new series were my new favorite. I quietly waited subsequently waited and waited again, then I learned one day talking with a salesman of a large well-known bookstore in central Paris that there would probably never end because writer and artist were angry and the situation was such that it might never be unlocked (I probably never know if it was true).
When years later when I went in that same library, I came across this Volume 3, I really thought it was a hallucination. I literally threw it. Then I saw that the designer had finally signed the script. Hey, I said to myself, it's never good that!
When two hours later, installed comfortably on my couch, I closed the book, I was a little on the edge of disgust. I refuse to believe that the end was what the two men had imagined or, in any case, the writer ever imagined it to be as poorly implemented. The characters are distorted, the massacre of game has no cohesion with the rest and above all this is a burden ... I read since the three in a row and contrast with the first two is amazing. It's simple, it's almost as bad as no Asterix Goscinny.
