Cultural Invasion In Different World

On Squirrel Street, in an unremarkable tavern.

The waiter has a glass of ale!

OK!

Home, who was working in the tavern, immediately ran to the shouting customers with two glasses of ale.

He was completely crazy busy tonight. He has worked in this tavern for three years, and he has never encountered a situation where the seats in this tavern are full.

Even in the middle of the night, when the dwarves put down their manuscripts and came to the human city to seek wine and have fun, the number of guests in this tavern will barely increase.

But Home swears that the number of guests in the tavern today is almost the largest since the establishment of the tavern, which is two or three times more than before.

The poor quality ale in the tavern is almost sold by the barrel!

Boy, go down, that little girl is crying again, someone will replace you!

The new proprietor of the tavern called out to Home.

At this moment, Holm had a chance to catch his breath, and just after he ran into the backstage of the tavern, he heard the sound of the baby crying.

Home picked up the baby girl who was wrapped in a few rags on the table and wanted to feed her with a spoon, but the baby girl was not interested in milk and was still crying loudly.

Hom, who had no experience in taking care of babies, was a little exhausted, but at this moment, a quiet and peaceful singing sounded in the tavern.

This song calmed everyone's restlessness like a lullaby, and even the noisy voices in the tavern were calmed down.

The baby girl in Home's arms gradually stopped crying after hearing the singing.

who sang this?

Holm walked out from the back of the tavern with the baby girl in his arms, and came to the slightly dilapidated and messy hall, where he found that the singing came from a wall...

To be precise, it was the picture on the wall. On a whitewashed wall in the hall, a frost elf was holding an unknown musical instrument and playing and singing softly.

Since the big man came to the tavern a few days ago, the whole tavern has changed.

The original owner of the tavern, the acrimonious old lady took a large sum of money and disappeared, and was replaced by a middle-aged man with a simple and honest personality.

The number of guests in the tavern suddenly increased yesterday, and Hom still can't understand the reason why these guests flock to this tavern. Is it to drink those low-quality ale?

Of course it is impossible, the answer is already in front of Home.

It must be a good dream to hear Miss Tai Lin's singing at night. A guest in the tavern whispered.

Home noticed that the clothes on the other party looked very extravagant, not like a drunkard who would appear in this kind of tavern.

The same goes for the other people present, they came to this tavern to drink the most secondary, just to look at the wall that can 'project' the picture.

Holm stared at the frost elf on the screen. Just sitting there, countless people would come to listen to her singing...

Are you envious?

The voice of the tavernkeeper suddenly sounded beside Home.

Envious... Home shook his head in denial, She's a great big shot, I wouldn't be so stupid as to compare myself to her.

Big man?

The new tavernkeeper heard what Home said as if he had heard something interesting.

Boy, let me tell you in secret, I was a servant in the Farosi mansion for a while, and it was the mansion where the Duchess of Blackwood lived, you know?

I... haven't been to the heart of Nolan, said Home, after a moment's hesitation.

Okay, it's okay if you don't know. The tavern owner pointed to the frost elf who was humming an unknown song softly in the screen and said.

Her name is Tailin. She was not so popular when she was in the Black Swan Theater Company. Few people in the entire mansion could call out the name of this elf, let alone Nolan. Like now, a large group of people gathered in Here to listen to her singing, probably something that I can't even imagine.

Then why now...

I don't know about that. After the tavern owner finished speaking, he continued to greet other attendants to serve new drinks to the guests.

Holm stood there alone, lost in thought. He took out a creased piece of paper from the pocket of his worn clothes. It was a leaflet.

A leaflet given to him by his friend Leon, a leaflet about Singer of the World.

After entrusting the tavern owner to take care of the baby girl, Holm ran towards the central city of Nolan in the dark.

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When Holm arrived at the gate of the Nolan National Theatre, it was already late at night. Fortunately, the audition time for this audition would last until the next day.

The number of people who came to sign up for the competition in the middle of the night was a little less than that during the day.

Holm looked a little awed as he stood outside the Nolan National Theatre.

This is such an extremely extravagant building, even if the value of a small stone deducted from the building is probably more expensive than the mended clothes on his body.

He clearly knew that Singer of the World was a competition held by those big shots, or it could be said to be a dance held by those big shots!

Holm didn't believe in the propaganda that as long as there is a love for music, anyone can get the opportunity to exhibit in front of the public.

Having been on Squirrel Street for more than ten years, Home understood that those big men who rode in gorgeous carriages and were accompanied by servants never cared about their lives.

The game seemed to Home to be just a game of the big guys, or a little trick.

In order to make certain people famous, they will hold this competition for all Nolan audiences.

As for the other contestants? It may be just some dispensable foils to make this game look more beautiful.

That's what Holm thought, but he still wanted to try...

He stepped into this extravagant building with some uncertainty, and the primordial crystals engraved with the spell of light around him emitted colorful rays of light.

This kind of light cannot be seen on Squirrel Street, that street will be shrouded in darkness at night, and the rats in the sewers wander wantonly in the darkness.

One of those rats was Holm, who seemed a little out of sorts when he suddenly stepped into the light.

The messy attire on his body and the sour smell made the people around him stay away from him.

Even if the people around him were civilians from all over Nolan, this little mouse at the bottom of Squirrel Street seemed so out of place.

Holm walked to the registration table with disgusted eyes and whispers of why do beggars come to this theater.

The attendants who signed up frowned slightly when they saw Home's attire and his dirty appearance, but they still smiled at Home in a very service-oriented manner.

I want to sign up.

The 'little mouse' who ran out of the sewer said in a firm tone.