"Courage?" Ethel was amazed when he heard this, and then hurriedly asked, "When will you come out?" ”

Lott looked at her starry eyes, smiled and stretched out his index finger against the other party's head, and said, "I'll give it to you when I go back." ”

"Not now?" Ethel insisted.

Lott pointed to Nora, who was singing loudly, and the two overage aunts next to him who were going to grab the microphone.

Finally, he spread his hands: "This place is too noisy, and you know that creation requires an environment." ”

"Aren't you ready? As long as you hum the tune casually, I promise to make it up! ”

Seeing Ethel's eagerness, Lother thought for a moment, and just wanted to try to nod.

At this time, Susan grabbed the microphone in Nora's hand with both hands and began to stutter loudly, and the other two were not to be outdone, tugging at the microphone and howling with all their might.

The aunts were louder and louder, and in the end, the three of them simply screamed directly.

Needless to say, Ethel himself began to truly realize:

Creation really needs an environment.

Just as Ethel covered his ears and went over to tell the aunts to pause, Wendell mysteriously approached Lott and asked, "Boy, may I ask you about something?" ”

"What?" Lott turned his head to look at him strangely.

"The female agent who came in just now, do you have her contact information?"

Lot: "(≖_≖)"

Perhaps, this is called the dog can't change to eat.

I was still shy and asked for my wife's forgiveness, but now I began to think about other people's agents again.

Lott covered his face and shook it, then looked up and said:

"Listen to Wendell, you may not understand, but remember one thing: if you dare to beat that female agent's idea, your wife will definitely castrate you, understand?"

Wendell: "Σ(⊙▽⊙'a"

There are many agents in the Blue Fire Group, and there are only a few who can achieve this level, which means that their execution ability and emotional intelligence are high to a certain level, and they can take care of everything needed for the parties, and they are also one of the few employees who have seen Lot himself, which can be regarded as high-level treatment.

As long as they are here, Nora doesn't have to do much, she just needs to sing with peace of mind and improve her abilities.

But if the beautiful female agent is attacked by the old pervert in front of her, then it will be embarrassing for her to get along with Nora at that time, and besides, the special agent is currently free to do so, and the others can't spare time at all.

Realizing this, Lott quickly ordered the goblin to be placed on the agent to keep her from coming into contact with the old guy before Wendell turned around and quickly ordered it to be placed on the agent's radar, and to stop it if it was discovered.

Everything must be prevented, otherwise it will be troublesome to deal with when the time comes.

After the aunts shouted that they were tired, they sat back on the sofa and picked up the watermelon on the table and began to nibble on it, and then giggled at each other.

Perhaps, this is the friendship that belongs to them after hundreds of years.

Lott got up and went out, teleported back to the palace, hummed "Courage", and returned to the box again.

The aunts were much calmer, probably because their throats were hoarse just now, and they were sitting quietly listening to Fiona sing.

Lott walked in softly and sat down next to Ethel.

In the eyes of others, he just went to the toilet.

Then, Lott secretly placed a USB stick next to Ethel, and she quietly put it away.

The whole thing was like the two were making some kind of unspeakable dirty deal.

When Ethel got the USB flash drive in his hand, he quickly glanced to the side a few times, and then quickly put on his headphones and listened.

Still, Lot's incomplete humming was a voice that no one but Ethel had heard, not even Maria.

I'm sorry after all.

Not only did it have a tune, but it also had lyrics that Lotter vaguely remembered, and although some were missing, Ethel had a way to fill it up.

Seeing his great composer shaking his head with his eyes closed and his headphones in his hands, Lott looked forward to it slightly.

After a while, Fiona's song was finished.

The crowd began to applaud her, and when Susan turned to look at Ethel, she saw that she was wearing headphones and holding her little harp, playing and bowing her head to write something.

"Good ...... Good grandson, what are you doing....... What are you doing? Susan asked.

The others also turned their heads to look at this place after hearing this.

"Shh~~" Lott stretched out his hand to silence him, and then whispered, "She's writing songs for Nora." ”

"Eh?!!"

Several people widened their eyes and couldn't help but exclaim, and then hurriedly covered their mouths and poked their heads into curiosity one by one.

However, a few people watched it for a long time, but they didn't understand.

Time passed little by little, and Ethel was composing music there, and the others waited quietly so as not to disturb her, and finally they all fell asleep.

When Ethel finished composing the song, he let out a long sigh of relief, then looked up and saw that the group of guys were all asleep.

"Okay?"

Lott asked, as he sat next to her with his legs crossed, puffing on his coffee.

"Well, take a look." Ethel excitedly handed over the score, and Lother took it and gave her a symbolic glance, then smiled and said to her, "It looks okay, you can play and sing it again." ”

"Oh, no problem, boss."

When the harp sounded, Lott tilted his head and closed his eyes in silence.

Once upon a time, it was the same when I met her for the first time, I gave the tune here, and sang it after I finished there.

Time flies, and the whole city has grown from a large scale to a super metropolis that everyone yearns for.

It's only been 3 or 4 months now.

With energy, any kind of city can rise from the ground.

Of course, it is naturally inseparable from the most top talents, such as witches, goblins, and the elves in front of you.

The dungeon is a multi-ethnic city, because of this, each race will bring their own hometown specialties to integrate into it, so that the material life of the whole city becomes more colorful, and the cultural environment becomes more vigorous and vibrant.

This is a miracle for other cities.

When Lotter came back to his senses, Ethel finished singing his song, and then turned his head and asked excitedly, "How's it going?!" ”

"I can't sing well." Lott commented with a smile as usual.