Chapter 520： new line

The station of the Yavrk Snake.

"Sister, you drink too much!"

The archer sat in the driving range of the station and watched her sister shake her with a large glass of ale. She took a few steps to get a wine cellar. She was not only drunk, but also full. It is.

"What's the relationship! I am so happy today! The irritating things in my head are out! Koya, too!"

The woman wanted to hold the archer's neck, but was smuggled away by the archer. The woman's body fell on the wooden stake that the archer was sitting on.

The archer looked at the satisfied smile on the woman's face, and he couldn't help but feel a little relieved. After he found a blanket to cover his sister, he looked at the other side of the camp.

There was a bunch of strange things there, and the head of the team called Reyk called it 'the drums' and 'electric guitars'.

But with these strange things, they played a strange voice, and the head coach Reyk’s singing made his sister temporarily out of the painful state.

"Head, some people are crouching near the station of our mercenary group."

A member of the team rushed into the camp and told Reyke a bad news.

"how many people?"

As soon as the other members heard the news, they immediately entered the state of preparation.

The Yavlsk snake has several enemies in the world, and occasionally they encounter similar attacks when camping in the wild.

However, the members did not expect this group of people to dare to do such things in the city of Nolan.

"The number of people is temporarily three people, the other party seems to be very sure, so we have not done it for the time being." The member said whispered.

"Head, is it possible that the count of the country of steel hired a killer?"

A member of the insider guessed the identity of the enemies who crouched outside the door.

And the heavy expression on Reyke’s face made the members feel nervous.

"It seems that my identity has been exposed, is it finally here?" Reyk said in a dull voice.

"It’s okay for the head of your group to be exposed. There are only three people. Those guys are too small to look at us."

When a member of the team picked up his weapon and was about to step out of the camp to kill all the three sneaky guys, Reyk extended his big hand to block his movements.

"It's very likely that my ‘fans’ are waiting outside.” Reyk said to other members in a serious tone.

"Fans... What is the name of the new killer organization?"

Some members of the unidentified facts asked Reyk, but most of the members who knew the meaning of the word 'fans' were instantly aware of what was going on.

“In short, it’s the person who worships me. The person in charge of the music guild once said that I should pay attention to the handling of this issue.”

Reyk looked at the chaotic demon swordsman standing on his side and a man with black skin.

"Although I only practiced less than ten days, it has something in common with the sword. The fixed score should still be able to play."

The swordsman gave the answer quickly, and the other person nodded affirmatively.

"The time is almost the same."

Reyke got up from the wooden stakes in the camp and picked up the instruments stacked next to him and walked outside.

"Is there any new task to be implemented? How can I never know?"

"Hey, where are you going?"

A large number of members of the Yavrk Snake are in a state of confusion.

"The head of the group has a performance this afternoon!" The archer finally couldn't stand it. He told the truth to all the members in a loud voice: "Have you heard the head of the team? Did you go to the west side of Squirrel Street in Nolan this afternoon? The head of the team will perform the same performance. If you are interested, you can go and see."

“The show? Like those bards?”

There are also street performers on the streets of Nolan, but most of them are bards with xylophones, which are generally very small.

But the posture of Reyke's carrying instruments does not seem to be a kind of 'small scale' performance.

"You have too much nonsense! Just go with you!"

The archer's sister suddenly woke up from her deep sleep and held up the glass that she did not exist.

"Sister, your body..." The archer worried that he wanted to discourage her from impulsive, but after she glanced at her, a stunned look of a beast that looked like a eater, let the archer close Mouth.

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Mrs. Nishizawa sat on the magic guide to the center of Nolan.

The portal used by her was a portal built by the sin demons. The portal was built in the city of the dwarf in the Nolan underground, and the nearest exit on the ground was on Squirrel Street.

Mrs. Nishizawa contacted the butler of the Flosi Mansion and asked him to drive a car waiting at the exit of Squirrel Street.

"It’s been a month since I left the city last time."

Mrs. Nishizawa sat in the back seat and watched the thriving scenery on this street.

“It’s hard to imagine this street was once the most unpopular street.”

"The change of people's concept always begins with a temptation." Morgan took the co-pilot and stared at the Klia station at the end of the Squirrel Street.

If this station has become a well-known tourist attraction in Nolan, especially the statue of the loyal dog eight in front of the station.

This is just a fictional story, but it has attracted countless humans to see this fictional hound statue.

Morgan saw the tourists wandering in front of the statue, and some passengers who bought the ‘camera’ that had just been listed recently took pictures in front of the statue.

As the starring "Zhonggou Eight Public", Morgan has a sense of pride that cannot be said.

"But to be honest, I prefer the streets of Farosi."

Mrs. Nishizawa looked at the goblins and dwarves who walked from time to time on the Squirrel Street. These two races are very rare in Farosi, and the bards playing the xylophone are often seen on both sides of the streets of Farosi.

"Madam, the road ahead seems to be blocked." The housekeeper who was driving suddenly said.

"Those people... gather to do what? Nolan now has missionaries?"

Mrs. Nishizawa looked through the window to the crowded street, and a temporary stage was set up on the other side of the street.

It is said that the mission of the missionaries of the sacred country is to allow the construction of this wooden stage to be presented on the street.

"It seems that it is not a missionary, mother, there seems to be a performance on Squirrel Street today."

Carolly, who was walking around the Caster Forum, just saw this new news and then instantiated the magic net so that Mr. Nishizawa could see the above.

"concert?"

Mrs. Nishizawa looked at the contents of the post. The above description is that a street concert will be held on the west side of Squirrel Street today.

After waiting for Mrs. Nishizawa to see who the concert was, the sound that passed through the current suddenly rang through the audience. At this moment, the atmosphere on the street was instantly ignited.