The residence of the Snake of Yevlk.

"Sister, you've drunk too much!"

The archer sat in the practice field at the station and watched her sister waving there with a large glass of ale. She burped every few steps. She was not only drunk, but also full.

"What does it matter! I'm so happy today! All the irritable things in my head are driven out! Come, Koya!"

The woman wanted to hug the archer's neck, but the archer skillfully avoided it. The woman's body fell on the wooden stake where the archer sat and went to a deep sleep.

The archer looked at the satisfied smile on the woman's face, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He found a blanket to cover his sister and looked at the other side of the camp.

There were a bunch of strange things that the leader Reyek called "drums" and "electric guitars".

But it was with these strange things that made strange sounds and the singing of the leader Reyek that temporarily escaped his sister from that painful state.

"Captain, someone is hiding near the base of our mercenary group."

A member of the group ran into the camp quickly and told Reyek that there was bad news.

“How many people are there?”

When the other members of the League heard the news, they immediately entered a state of preparation for the war.

The Snake of Yevlk has several enemies around the world. When camping in the wild, they occasionally encounter similar attacks.

But the members of the group did not expect these guys to do such things in Nolan City.

"The number of people is temporarily three, and the other party seems to be very sure, so we haven't taken action for the time being." The team member said in a low voice.

"Captain, is it possible that the count of the Iron Country hired a killer?"

A member of the group who knew the inside story speculated about the identities of the enemies dormant outside the door.

The solemn expression on Reyek's face also made the members feel nervous.

"It seems that my identity has been exposed. Have you finally arrived?" Reyek said in a dull voice.

"It doesn't matter if your identity is exposed, it's only three people. Those guys underestimate us too much."

When a member of the group picked up his weapon and was about to walk out of the camp to kill all the three sneaky guys, Reyek reached out to block his movements.

"It is very likely that those who are waiting outside are my 'fans'." Reyek said to other members in a serious tone.

"Fan...Is that the title of the new killer organization?"

Some members of the group who did not know the truth asked about Reyek, but most of the members who knew the meaning of the word "fan" instantly understood what was going on.

"Simply put, it is someone who admires me. The head of the Music Guild once told me to pay attention to the handling of this issue."

Reyek looked at the Chaos Demon Swordsman standing beside him, and a man with black skin.

"Although I only practiced for less than ten days, this still has something in common with using a sword, and a fixed score should still be able to be played."

The swordsman quickly answered, while the other nodded in affirmation.

"Then the time is almost done."

Reyek stood up from the stakes in the camp, picked up the musical instruments piled up beside him and walked outside.

"Is there any new task to be executed? Why did I never know?"

"Captain, where are you going?"

Most of the members of the Yevlk Snake were in a state of confusion.

"The leader had a performance this afternoon!" The archer finally couldn't stand watching it and told all the members loudly: "Have you heard the leader's performance just now? The leader will perform the same performance on the west side of Squirrel Street in Nolan this afternoon. If you are interested, you can go and have a look."

"Show? Like those bards?"

There are also street artists on the streets of Nolan, but most of them are minstrels who sing with xylophones, and the scale is generally very small.

But Reyek's posture of carrying musical instruments doesn't look like a "small-scale" performance.

"You guys are talking too much nonsense! Just go with them honestly!"

The archer's sister suddenly woke up from her sleep and held up a wine glass that did not exist in her hand.

"Sister, your body..." The archer was worried and wanted to dissuade her from impulsiveness, but after being glared at by her, a feeling of being stared at by a beast that looked like a human-eating lion made the archer shut up his mouth.

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Mrs. Nisze sat in the magic car heading to the center of Nolan.

The portal she used was a portal built by the demon of sin. The portal was built in the city of the Dwarfs underground in Nolan, and the closest exit to the ground was Squirrel Street.

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

"It's almost a month since I left the city last time."

Mrs. Nishizawa sat in the back seat and watched the prosperous view of the street.

“It’s hard to imagine this street being the least popular street for humanity.”

"The change in human concepts always starts with a temptation." Morgan sat in the passenger seat, staring at the Klia Station at the end of Squirrel Street in a distance.

If this station has become a well-known tourist attraction in Nolan, especially the statue of the "Taitor Hachiko" erected in front of the station.

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

Morgan watched the tourists wander around the statue, and some passengers who bought the "camera" that had just been launched recently took photos in front of the statue.

As the starring actor of "Hakuki", Morgan has an indescribable sense of pride.

"But to be honest, I prefer the streets of Fallosi than here."

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

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

"What are those people... gathered there for doing? Do Nolan still have missionaries now?"

Mrs. Nishize looked through the car window and looked at the crowded street, and built a temporary stage with wood on the other side of the street.

It is said that the highest treatment the missionaries in the Kingdom of Holy Church received when preaching doctrine was to allow such wooden stages to be built next to the streets to give speeches.

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

Gallorie, who was walking around the caster forum, happened to see this new message and then materialized the magic net so that Mrs. Xize could see the content above clearly.

“Concert?”

Mrs. Xizhe looked at the contents of the post, which described above that a street concert will be held on the west side of Squirrel Street today.
Chapter completed!