Squirrel Street, in an unremarkable pub.
"Wait a glass of ale!"
"OK!"
Holm, who was working in the pub, immediately ran to the shouting customer with two glasses of ale.
He was completely crazy tonight. He had worked in this tavern for three years, and he had never encountered a situation where the tavern was full.
Only in the middle of the night, when the dwarves put down their pickaxes and came to the human city to drink and have fun, would the number of guests in this tavern reluctantly increase.
But Holm swears that the number of guests in the tavern today is almost the most since the tavern was established, and it has doubled or tripled more than ever.
The poor quality ale in the tavern is sold almost by the barrel!
"Boy, go down, that little girl is crying again, someone is there for you!"
The new owner of the tavern called out to Holm.
At this time, Holm had a chance to breathe, and just ran into the backstage of the tavern when he heard the cry of the baby.
Holm picked up the baby girl wrapped in a few rags on the table and wanted to spoon-feed her, but the baby girl was not interested in milk and was still crying.
Holm, who had no experience in babysitting, was a little exhausted, but at this moment, a quiet and peaceful song suddenly sounded in the tavern.
This song was like a lullaby to soothe everyone's inner restlessness, and even the noisy voices in the tavern were calmed down.
The baby girl in Holm's arms gradually stopped crying after hearing the singing.
who sang this
Holm walked out from the back of the pub with the baby girl and came to the slightly worn and dirty hall, and found that the singing came from a wall...
To be precise, it was the picture on the wall. On one side of the wall in the hall, which was painted white, a frost elf was playing and singing softly with an unknown musical instrument.
Since the big man came to the tavern a few days ago, the whole tavern has changed.
The original owner of the tavern, the bitter and mean old lady took a lot of money and did not know where to go, and was replaced by a simple and honest middle-aged man.
And the number of guests in the tavern suddenly increased yesterday, and Hom still can't understand the reason why these customers flock to this tavern, is it to drink those inferior ale
Of course not, the answer is already in front of Holm.
"If you can hear Miss Tailin's singing at night, you will definitely have a good dream." A guest in the tavern whispered.
Holm noticed that the other party's clothes looked very extravagant, not like an alcoholic who would appear in such a tavern.
The same goes for the other people present. They come to this tavern to drink the second thing, just to see the wall that can "project" the picture.
Holm stared at the frost elf on the screen. She was just sitting there, and countless people were willing to come to listen to her singing...
"Are you envious?"
The tavern owner's voice suddenly sounded beside Holm.
"Envy..." Holm shook his head in denial. "She's a great person, and I wouldn't be stupid enough to compare myself to her."
"Big man?"
The new innkeeper heard Holm as if he had heard something interesting.
"Boy, let me tell you secretly, I was a servant at the Farosi mansion for a while, and that's the mansion where the Duchess of Blackwood lives, right?"
"I...haven't been to Nolan's heartland," Holm said after a moment's hesitation.
"Okay, it doesn't matter if you don't know." The tavern owner pointed at the frost elf who was humming an unknown song softly in the picture and said.
"Her name is Tailin, and she was not so popular when she was in the Black Swan Theater. There are very few people in the entire mansion who can call out the name of this elf, not to mention Nolan, as now a large group of people gather in I'm here just to hear her sing, and it's probably something I can't even imagine."
"Then why now..."
"I don't know about that." After the tavern owner said this, he continued to greet the other attendants to hand over new drinks to the guests.
Standing alone in deep thought, Holm took out a creased sheet of paper from his tattered pocket. It was a leaflet.
A leaflet given to him by his friend Leon, a leaflet about The Singer of the World.
After entrusting the tavern owner to take care of the baby girl, Holm ran towards Nolan's central city in the dark.
…
When Holm arrived at the door of the Nolan National Theatre, it was already late at night, and luckily the audition would last until the next day.
Fewer people came to sign up for the race late at night than during the day.
Holm looked a little daunted outside the Nolan National Theatre.
What an extravagant building this is, even if a small pebble is deducted from the building, the value is probably more expensive than the clothes he sewed and mended.
He clearly knows that "The Singer of the World" is a competition held by those big men, and it can also be said that it is a dance held by those "big men"!
Holm didn't believe the propaganda line that "anyone can get the opportunity to be exhibited in public as long as they have the love of music".
Having spent more than ten years in Squirrel Street, Holm understood that the big men who rode in ornate carriages and were followed by servants never cared about their lives.
The game seemed to Holm to be just a game of the big guys, or a little trick.
In order to make some specific people famous, they will hold this competition for all Nolan audiences.
As for the other contestants? It may just be some optional foil to make this game look more beautiful.
Holm thought so, but he still wanted to try...
He stepped into this extravagant building with some uncertainty, and the original spar inscribed with the illumination technique radiated colorful rays of light.
This kind of light is invisible in Squirrel Street, and the street will be shrouded in darkness as soon as it enters the night, and the rats in the sewer roam wantonly in the darkness.
Holm was one of those mice, and he suddenly stepped into the light and looked a little uncomfortable.
The messy attire and the sour smell made everyone around him stay away from him.
Even though the people around were civilians from all over Nolan, the little mouse at the bottom of Squirrel Street seemed so out of place.
With those disgusted eyes and the whispers of "Why do beggars come to this theater", Holm walked to the registration table.
The attendant who signed up frowned slightly when he saw Hom's dress and his dirty appearance, but still smiled at Hom with great service.
"I want to sign up."
The "little mouse" who ran out of the sewer said uncertainly.