After two hours of telling the story of "Breaking the Sky", Sanka stopped and took a sip of water, and at this moment the audience in the ninth room had skyrocketed to 500 people, stealing most of the people in the eighth hall next to it, so that the troubadour next to him did not know how to tell the story.

"I'm Sanka, the troubadour, and I'm currently working at the Forgotten Tavern in the South End, where I speak every night about 'The Changing Stars,' which is a different story than 'Breaking the Sky' that I'm lecturing right now. Sanka first advertised the Forgotten Worries Tavern, then paused and continued: "I'm just a traditionalist troubadour who is not well-known, and our time is in decline, so I beg you to give me a little support so that the traditionalists have the opportunity to create more and better stories." ”

With that, Sanka took out the parchment paper he had prepared earlier.

The audience immediately gathered around the podium, wrote their names on parchment, and tossed the coins that had been exchanged at the entrance into their tall hats in front of the stage.

Except for the poor who had no money and only signed their names, the others lost one or two Youfang coins, and most lost more than 10 Youfang coins at one time.

This Youfang coin is not cheap, a Youfang coin is worth a silver coin, that is, a hundred copper coins!

More than a dozen Youfang coins are 1,000 copper coins!

After everyone had signed, the enforcer who had led Sanka over brought another well-dressed and swaggering troubadour: "Sanka, your place has been replaced, come down." ”

"Come down?" Sanka held up a piece of parchment signed with his name, "Is that enough?"

"Not enough, I still have it. Sanka flipped the parchment over and picked up another piece of parchment, also with his name signed on both sides.

The troubadour who was sent over was dumbfounded, and so was the enforcer.

You've only been here for an hour, haven't you?

Collected more than 300 signatures in an hour, cheating, right?

looked at the audience in front of the stands, and the law enforcers immediately erased the speculation, this goods were hidden before, right?

The enforcer came to the stage and got the two pieces of parchment, and said respectfully: "Please wait a moment. ”

If these names are true, it means that this is a brilliant troubadour, no!

Although the enforcer can make casual jokes about ordinary troubadours, it does not dare to be presumptuous for such top-notch troubadours.

Although the troubadour had little power in their hands, it was easy for them to cross paths with the powerful aristocracy.

A nobleman wants to deal with him, a small enforcer, not too simple.

"My lord, what about me?" the troubadour brought by the enforcer before panicked when he saw the enforcer leave.

"Come out with me, if this signature is genuine, you are not qualified to enter the central square. The enforcer said.

"Ahh

This time the troubadour's harp finally fell to the ground, making a long buzzing sound.

However, the audience in front of the stage didn't look at him, and they kept heckling Sanka on the stage.

"Master Sanka, let's continue when you're rested! What happened later? Xiao Yan has the help of medicine and elders, and he will definitely become a peerless powerhouse, right? Nalan Yanran, that woman must regret it!"

"Master Sanka, tell me quickly! You've been resting for ten minutes!"

"It seems that listening to those people who ridicule Xiao Yan must be very interesting to see what Xiao Yan looks like after he becomes stronger. ”

Unable to resist the enthusiasm, Sanka had to speak again: "Then I will continue with chapter 10, borrowing money." ”

"A light touch on the tip of the rock......"

Hearing Sanka continue to speak, the audience all showed expressions of fascination.

Seeing this scene, the enforcer standing on the side was shocked, and after the shock, it was more decadent, and he didn't even need to wait for the enforcer to return, he already knew the result.

This year, the central square, without his place!

Dragging the broken harp, the troubadour left the ninth chamber in despair.

Less than ten minutes later, Sanka had just finished the tenth chapter of "Breaking the Sky", and the previous enforcers went and returned.

He waved his hand towards the stage and whispered, "Master Sanka, Master Sanka, your signature has been verified and is genuine, now please follow me to the seventh speech venue." ”

There have only been a handful of temporary changes to the venue since the opening of the Touring Club.

It's easy to see this thing when you know it, but sometimes you can't get a signature at the end of a speech.

For most people, applause or even money is nothing more than a gesture.

But when it comes to autographs, they're busy, and they don't want to leave their name to a strange troubadour.

"Okay, come on!"

Sanka didn't seem to expect this, and he waved his hand to the audience: "I'll continue in another place, everyone come with me." ”

"Good!"

The audience in the audience was like a victory in the war, and their faces were full of joy.

It feels like a blue star, seeing that his star is one step closer and has won the Oscar, there is a sense of honor.

Looking at this mighty procession, the enforcers who came to give the order gasped.

With such an audience, I'm afraid this is not the best to explain, right?

The seventh hall can accommodate a full 600 people, which is only 100 more than the eighth hall, but there is much more open space around it than the eighth hall.

Most of the listeners who listened to the story in the eighth venue before were attracted by Sanka's story, and now they saw Sanka leading people towards the seventh venue, and under the trend of curiosity, many people silently followed.

Looking at the dozens of audience members sitting in their seats in front of him, the troubadour who spoke on the stage finally couldn't hold back his tears: "Jack grabbed Mary's hand and couldn't bear to let go, ah! Don't go! Don't go, you'll die, I can't bear you!"

The relationship is very good, and sure enough, Master Mozark is still an outstanding representative of the Romantics. Someone in the audience commented.

Maybe it's because the master named Mozark is in place, or maybe it's because of the underlying meaning of this line.

Some of the listeners who wanted to follow Sanka away hesitated for a moment and sat back down.

But the audience that had followed Sanka from the ninth hall followed Sanka with solid steps, and even Mozák's emotional speech could not shake their hearts, not even the slightest.

When he came to the seventh venue, the troubadour who was speaking on the stage was immediately happy when he saw so many people coming, but when he saw Sanka taking the lead and the enforcers who were accompanying him, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.