"Let Go of That Witch" is an experiment for Xiao Hei, and those witches are outliers compared to humans.

If the humans of this other world can accept the existence of witches, then they must also be able to accept the alien Xiao Hei.

In this way, even if Xiao Hei's identity is revealed one day, humans will not be enemies of it.

There is another reason, that is, the Holy See inside is an evil force, corresponding to the Holy See in this world.

Xiao Hei wants to use the story of "Let Go of That Witch" to remind mankind, otherwise when the evil spirit comes, it will be too late to say anything.

Xiao Hei pulled Sanka and Mursi to talk for a long time before explaining the story of the first episode.

Sanka took a deep breath, "This story is completely different from the two types of stories you've told before, but it's just as fascinating. ”

"Although it is an aristocratic theme, it is completely different from the style of the romantic, with a touch of warmth, and it is full of sunshine and positivity. Mursi nodded: "Let Go of That Witch is a story of a lord, the story is close to life, and I think it will be a great success." ”

Neither of them mentioned the Holy See, perhaps because the Holy See in the story had not yet shown its fangs, or perhaps because they were not very interested in the living Holy See.

"Now that the story is over, hurry up and record the story of the first episode!" Xiao Hei explained and left Sanka's room with Li Feng.

After Blackie left, Sanka and Mursi hurried to gather the slaves.

This time, even the interview session was omitted, and a few slaves with similar personalities to the characters in the text were directly selected to record the story of "Let Go of That Witch".

Time flew by, and at twelve o'clock at noon on June 10, the preliminary transformation of the wasteland behind the Forget Worry Tavern was completed.

The entire square is paved with fine striped stone bricks, a finger higher than the adjacent wasteland, so that even if it rains, no rain will pour into the lecture hall.

Overhead is a dark blue canvas that shelters the audience from the elements.

The square is surrounded by a one-and-a-half-meter-high wall, with a small gate on the east and west sides, along with the back entrance of the hall and the Forgotten Tavern.

The interior of the venue is not much different from that in the Forgotten Tavern, with small round tables and high stools placed against the wall, and dozens of large round tables and soft sofas filled with animal hair in the center of the venue.

Except for the shops on the street behind the venue, the rest of the place is deserted meadow.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the Tavern opened, and Caroline posted a notice directly at the door of the tavern that the business premises would be transferred to the open square behind the tavern.

Guests who saw the sign took a detour to the newly built open square.

"Tsk, I saw that construction was going on here, but I didn't expect it to be completed so quickly, and there was such a big battle. ”

"Not to mention, it's airy on all sides, and there's a canvas overhead to block the sun, which is much better than being stuffy in a tavern. ”

The regulars of the tavern took their seats one by one, and the slave that Xiao Hei had bought before walked out of the back door of the tavern neatly with his drinks.

The woman wore a maid's outfit, and the man wore a butler's suit, and the style of the open-air square was lifted up at once.

"This battle is so big, it's not going to go up the price of drinks, right?" said someone worried.

"When the time comes, let's look at the menu first, and if it's too expensive, we'll order the cheapest drink and sit here for a day. The other customers at the table had ideas.

"What are you waiting for, come here!" said Carolyn, waving to a few of the South Side palumers standing outside the square.

The poor people came to the Tavern just to hear stories, and they used to gather at the Tavern at almost five o'clock in the afternoon.

Today, seeing the new action of the Forget Worry Tavern, a few poor people who saw the notice followed the crowd, but they did not dare to enter the square out of inferiority.

Under the scorching sun, they were sweating profusely in a few moments.

"No, we don't have any money. Some of the paupers looked at Caroline in embarrassment.

"Don't take any money, come quickly!" Caroline walked out of the square and pulled the paupers into the square.

Seeing the neatly dressed guests, the poor people consciously came to a table dozens of meters away from the stage and sat down at a table in the most remote corner.

Caroline beckoned to Lai Losan and placed a few glasses of chilled watermelon juice on their table.

"No! we didn't. The poor people hurriedly waved their hands, looking at the glasses of watermelon juice as if they had seen a flood beast, and their bodies kept moving back.

"Don't worry, it's free for you to drink, thank you for your continued support of the Forgotten Worries Tavern. Caroline said with a smile.

"We, we don't have support, we just think Master Sanka's story is wonderful, I'm sorry we blocked the tavern door and delayed your business. "There are poor people rubbing the corners of their clothes nervously.

"Nothing. Caroline said indifferently: "It's because you blocked the door and created a fiery scene that more people are interested in coming to the tavern to have a look." ”

"Really?" the paupers let go of their uneasiness.

"Really, hurry up and drink! I have other jobs, so I won't accompany you. Caroline smiled and walked away.

A few dark faces watched Caroline's athletic body keep shuttling through the crowd, and then looked at the chilled watermelon juice placed in front of her, and then slowly held the wine glass.

Feeling the coldness of the wine glass, his heart became excited.

It's been a long time since anyone has been so nice to them.

One of the paupers saw the bare wasteland around the square and whispered to a few other paupers.

"Thank you for your continued support, and in order to give back to everyone, the Forget Worry Tavern has free drinks all day today. Dressed in a crisp white suit and meticulously combed hair, Owen stood on the stage and said loudly to the soundstone.

"Okay! Thank you, Forget Worries Tavern!" The guests, who had been worried about whether the price of the drink would go up, immediately raised their glasses to thank York, and then gulped down the watermelon juice.

Of course, some guests found out that it was not red wine, but just symbolically raised their glasses and put them down again.

"Hah! This thing is more enjoyable than drinking ale!" said a guest who drank a full glass of watermelon juice, burped, and sank into the sofa.

Seeing this scene, the other guests who were still watching raised their glasses suspiciously, tasted a little, and then drank it in a big gulp.

A melodious sigh followed, and the heat under the canvas seemed to disappear with the watermelon juice in the lower stomach.

"Waiter, please have another drink. Someone raised an empty glass and said to the waiter waiting at the table.

After the guests drank a few glasses of watermelon juice to get rid of the heat, Owen continued: "From now on, the tavern will adopt a new way of telling stories, which we call listening to books, and we hope you will enjoy it. ”

Owen nodded to Sanka, who was in the audience.

Sanka still had dark circles on his face and walked on stage excitedly.

Owen got out of the way, Sanka came to the sound stone, he raised the gramophone stone in his hand that recorded the story of "Let Go of That Witch", and said to the guests in the audience: "This is the gramophone, which records a new story, which was made by me, Master Mursi and many others, to ensure that everyone can have a new experience." ”

Before the guests could react, Sanka waved his hand to summon the only magician in the Tavern, Agatha, who had inherited Athena's name.

The phonograph stone infused with magic slowly emitted a white light, and a voice suddenly sounded from inside the phonograph stone.

Chen Yan felt that someone was calling him. ”

"Your Highness, wake up. ”

...

The experienced Maestro Mursi plays the role of narrator, while Sanka voices the main character, Roland.

Both were excellent troubadour masters, and the story they recorded together immediately aroused the interest of the guests.

Many people stared at the small gramophone stone without blinking, not only forgetting to call the waiter to refill the bottom glass, but also not even knowing when their beloved Sanka master stepped down.

All they saw was the small gramophone, and a whole new world that gradually became clearer.

There is no mistake