Holm took Joshua to his residence, a dilapidated room in the back kitchen of the tavern.
The lights in the room were dim, and when Joshua walked into the room, he heard a slight breathing sound.
The baby girl written in the dark elf's information is lying on a bed made of tattered cotton cloth...
"Look for me... what's the matter?"
Holm's voice was a little vague. He was beaten badly. Through the dim light, Joshua could see his bruised cheeks and the bruises on his eye sockets.
The bruises made him look like a funny clown, and Holm was very concerned about the injuries on his face, and kept his head down when facing Joshua.
"Sit down first."
Joshua handed the only chair in the small room to Holm.
Holm clearly knew that standing in front of him was the so-called "big man", the big man he couldn't afford to offend at all... So Hom sat on the chair very cooperatively.
Joshua moved another table in front of him, and he also found a chair outside the tavern to sit face to face with Holm.
"Sir... if you want to buy that baby girl..."
Holm couldn't bear the atmosphere like an interrogation. He finally opened his mouth tentatively. Holm didn't think the big man in front of him would make a special trip for his little mouse...
The biggest possibility is for the baby girl he adopted.
"Baby girl? I do care about the baby you adopted." Joshua glanced at the baby lying on the bed.
Although the dark elf reported to Joshua that her real race was a Chaos Demon, Joshua did not feel the breath of Chaos Demon on her body...
"But this time I'm here specifically to find you." Qiao Xiu once again turned his gaze to the desolate young man in front of him.
He may be having the worst day of his life...
"Find me?"
Holm couldn't believe it. He raised his squinted eyes because of the bruised eyelids, and finally recognized who the big man sitting in front of him was.
"I... remember that you helped me during the audition, sir."
"I didn't help you, you got my recognition for your performance, and now I'm here to congratulate you on entering the semi-finals and want to know if you're ready for your next performance?"
When Joshua asked this question, Holm was stunned for a moment, his scarred hands suddenly clenched again, his lips trembled slightly, and finally Holm lowered his head and did not dare to look into Joshua's eyes.
"I... I'm going to abstain." When he said this sentence, his throat seemed to be strangled, but in the end he held back and said the sentence.
"Abstain? Why... You still have a chance."
Holm did not answer Joshua, but silently took out a somewhat worn paper from the pocket of his clothes behind him.
This is an envelope. Due to what happened just now, the envelope has been soaked with sewage, but Joshua can still vaguely see that it is the handwriting of Sir Bai Jinghua.
The content of the letter is probably congratulations to Holm for successfully entering the semi-finals, and explained in detail that the competition mechanism of the semi-finals belongs to the "ring".
That is, one of the two singers will inevitably be eliminated, and the right to decide is still in the hands of the audience.
"Is the opponent you will face in the next game the Opera of Farosi? It seems to be quite well-known." Joshua glanced at the contents of the letter, and Hom's next game will be against An opera singer of little fame in Farosi.
"So sir... I can't win at all, and when I was leaving, the opera singer told me that if I quit... he could pay me ten gold coins."
Although Holm tried his best to make himself happy when he said this, the trembling tone betrayed his true thoughts.
"Ten gold coins? If you beat the opera artist, you won't just win ten gold coins! Do you despise your own music so much?" Joshua's words stimulated the pain in Holm's heart. .
"It's not that I despise... sir! It's that everyone in Nolan despise!" Holm put his hands on his forehead, and his voice was full of choking, "The things I sing... are just some underground after all. It's just unpopular trash, how can it compare to those opera singers... No one in the whole Nolan wants to accept my music, or... it can't be called music at all."
"Then let them accept it." Facing Holm's hoarse accusation, Joshua just responded to him with a very plain sentence.
"Don't you understand sir! The people of Nolan can't understand my music at all."
"Then let them understand." Joshua responded flatly to Holm again.
But Joshua's response seemed to Holm that he did not understand his difficult situation at all. When Holm was about to say something to refute Joshua, Joshua suddenly stood up and grabbed Holm's collar .
"Listen, boy... I know what you're trying to say, that your music is not popular in Nolan at all, the people of Nolan or the people of this world are only interested in opera! But that's not why you gave up ." Joshua's hand holding the collar lifted him directly, so that Holm had to stare at Joshua's dark pupils.
"But human taste is not static. What a real musician should do is not to follow the trend, but to create the trend himself! Do you understand what I said?"
Holm was a little suffocated at this time, in order to let Qiao Xiu let go of him, he could only keep nodding, and Qiao Xiu also released the hand that grabbed his collar.
"But... but sir, I don't think... I can do it."
Holm's self-confidence had already been destroyed on the stage of the last competition. He had already tried his best to perform. He could swear it was the best performance of his life.
But what he got in the end was boos from the audience and countless voices calling him to step down.
"You can't do it now, but it doesn't mean it can't be done in the future. You just need a little inspiration."
Joshua took out three pieces of paper and put them on the table, and Holm saw the staff on the white paper... and the lyrics written on it.
"If those people don't know how to appreciate your music, let them know how good it is! The author of this song is one of the people I admire, and his past situation is a little bit like yours." Joshua He pushed the three pieces of letter paper with lyrics directly in front of Holm, "But it's not easy for you to interpret this song perfectly, Holm, I only give you this chance, and you only have this chance, Either continue to be the rat in the sewers of Squirrel Street, or...let the entire Nolan audience remember your name."
Holm listened to Qiao Xiu's words quietly, he seemed a little overwhelmed, and the two emotions of excitement and panic kept intertwining in his heart, and when Holm nervously picked up three pieces of letter paper, in the first one Holm clearly saw the title of the song "Lose Yourself" on the stationery