Chapter 292

Squirrel street, in a humble pub.

"Waiter, have a glass of ale!"

"Good!"

Hom, who worked in the pub, immediately ran to the shouting customers with two glasses of ale.

This evening, he is totally crazy. He has worked in this pub for three years, and has never met the situation of full seats in this pub.

Only in the middle of the night, when the dwarves put down their pickaxes and went to the human cities for wine and pleasure, would the tavern's guests be encouraged to increase.

But Hom vowed that the number of guests in the tavern today is almost the largest since the establishment of the tavern, two or three times more than it used to be.

The inferior ale in the tavern is almost sold by barrel!

"Boy, you go down, that little girl is crying again, someone will do it for you!"

The new owner of the pub called out to Hom.

Just then Hom had a chance to breathe, and as soon as he ran into the backstage of the tavern, he heard the baby crying.

Hom picked up the baby girl wrapped in rags on the table and tried to spoon it to her, but the baby girl was not interested in the milk and was still crying.

Hom, who had no experience of baby care, was a little exhausted, but just then a quiet and peaceful song broke out in the tavern.

The song, like a lullaby, soothed everyone's inner agitation, and the noise in the tavern was calmed down.

The baby girl in Hom's arms stopped crying when she heard the song.

Who Singing?

Hom walked out of the back of the tavern with the baby girl in his arms and came to the slightly shabby and messy hall. He found that the singing came from a wall

To be exact, it is the picture on the wall. On one side of the whitewashed wall in the hall, a frost elf is holding an unknown instrument and playing and singing gently.

The whole pub has changed since the big man came to the pub a few days ago.

The original owner of the tavern, the mean old lady, took a large sum of money and didn't know where she went. Instead, she was a middle-aged man with simple and honest character.

And the number of guests in the tavern began to increase suddenly yesterday. Hom still can't understand the reason why these guests flocked to the tavern to drink those inferior ale?

Of course not. The answer is in front of Hom.

"If you can hear miss Tylin singing at night, you will have a good dream." One of the guests in the pub whispered.

Hom noticed that the clothes on the other side looked very luxurious, not like the drunkard who would appear in this pub.

The rest of the people present were the same. They came to this tavern for a drink. They just wanted to see the wall that could "project" the picture.

Hom looks at the frost elf in the picture. She just sits there, and there are countless people willing to listen to her singing

"Envious?"

Suddenly, the voice of the tavern owner rang out next to Hom.

"Envy..." Hom shook his head and denied, "she's such a big shot that I'm not stupid enough to compare myself to her."

"Big man?"

The new tavern owner heard Hom as if he had heard something interesting.

"Boy, I'll tell you secretly that I was a valet at farosi's for a while, and that's where the Duchess of Blackwood is, you know?"

"I Never been to the heart of Nolan. " Homer hesitated for a moment and then said.

"OK, I don't know. It doesn't matter." The tavern owner pointed to the frost elf who was humming an unknown ballad in the picture and said.

"Her name is tyrin. When she was in the black swan troupe, she was not so popular. There were few people in the whole residence who could call out the name of this spirit, let alone Nolan. Now a large group of people gather here to listen to her singing, which is something that I can't even imagine."

"So why now..."

"I don't know." Having said this, the tavern owner began to call on the other attendants to deliver new drinks to the guests.

Holm stood alone, lost in thought, and from his worn-out pocket he took a sheet of paper full of creases. It was a flyer.

His friend Leon gave him a flyer, a flyer about the singer of the world.

After entrusting the tavern owner to take care of the baby girl, Hom ran to the center of Nolan in the dark.

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By the time Hom arrived at the gate of the Nolan National Theatre, it was late at night, and fortunately the audition would last until the next day.

There are a few fewer people coming late at night to sign up for the competition than during the day.

Hom looked a little scared outside the Nolan National Theater.

What a luxurious building it is. Even if a small stone is buckled from the building, it will be more expensive than the clothes that he sews and mends.He knows clearly that "the singer of the world" is a contest held by the big people, or the ball held by the "big people"!

Hom didn't believe in the propaganda that "as long as you love music, anyone can get a chance to show it in public.".

After more than ten years in squirrels street, Hom understood that the great men who rode in splendid carriages and followed by servants never cared about their lives.

This game, according to Hom, is just a game for the big guys, or a little trick.

In order to make certain people famous, they specially held this competition for all the audience in Nolan.

As for the other contestants? Maybe it's just some unnecessary foil to make the game look more beautiful.

Hom thinks so, but he still wants to try

He stepped into this extremely luxurious building with some uncertainties, and the original spar with the illumination engraved around it radiated colorful light.

This kind of light is invisible in squirrel street. As soon as the street enters into the night, it will be covered with darkness, and the rats in the sewer will roam in the dark.

Hom was one of those mice, and he suddenly stepped into the light, looking a little uncomfortable.

His dirty clothes and a smell of sour smell kept the people around him away from him.

Even though all the people around were civilians from all over Nolan, the little mouse at the bottom of squirrel Street seemed so out of group.

With those disgusting eyes and whispering "why do beggars come to this theater," Hom went to the registration desk.

The attendants who signed up frowned a little when they saw him dressed up and his dirty appearance, but they were still in good service and gave him a smile.

"I To sign up. "

This "little mouse" running out of the sewer has some uncertainties.

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