The station of the Serpent of Yevrk.

"Sister, you've drunk too much!"

The archer sat in the camping ground and watched his sister dangling there with a large glass of ale, burping every few steps, and seeing that she was not only drunk, but also full.

"What does it matter! I'm so happy today! All the irritating stuff in my head is out! Koya, you're here too! ”

The woman tried to put her arms around the archer's neck, but the archer deftly dodged her, and the woman's body fell into a deep sleep on the stake on which the archer was sitting.

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

There was a bunch of strange stuff there, which the head of the regiment, Rejeck, called a 'drum kit' and an 'electric guitar'.

But it was these strange things, the peculiar sounds they played, and the singing of the head of the troupe, Reyek, that temporarily freed his sister from that painful state.

"Commander, someone is lurking near the station of our mercenary group."

One of the members of the group ran briskly into the camp and told Reyek the bad news.

"How many are there?"

As soon as the other members heard the news, they immediately entered a state of preparation.

The Serpent of Jevrk has several enemies around the world, and they occasionally encounter similar attacks while camping in the wild.

But the members didn't expect this group of guys to dare to do such a thing in Nolan City.

"The number of people is three for the time being, and the other party seems to be very sure, so we haven't started for the time being." The member whispered.

"Captain, is it possible that the earl of the Iron Nation hired a killer?"

A member of the group with inside knowledge guessed the identities of the enemies lurking outside the door.

And the solemn expression on Rejeke's face also made the members feel nervous.

"Looks like my identity has been revealed, is it finally here?" Reyek said in a dull voice.

"Captain, it doesn't matter if your identity is revealed, it's just three people, and those guys are too underestimating us."

One of the members of the group took up arms and was about to walk out of the camp to finish off all three sneaky guys, but Reyek held out his large hand to block his movements.

"There's a good chance it's my 'fans' waiting outside." Reyek said to the other members in a serious tone.

"Fans... Commander: What is that new killer organization called? ”

Some members of the group who did not know the truth asked about Reyek, but most of the members present who knew the meaning of the word 'fan' instantly understood what it was all about.

"To put it simply, the person who worships me, the head of the music guild has instructed me to pay attention to the handling of this aspect of the problem."

Reyek looked at the Chaos Demon swordsman standing beside him, as well as a man with black skin.

"Although I have only been practicing for less than ten days, this still has some commonality with the use of a sword, and a fixed score should still be able to be played."

The swordsman replied quickly, and the other nodded in the affirmative.

"Then it's almost time."

Rejek got up from the stake in the camp, picked up the instruments stacked next to him, and headed outside.

"Is there a new task to perform? How did I never know? ”

"Commander, where are you going?"

Most of the members of the Serpent of Yevrk were in a state of confusion.

"The head of the troupe has a performance this afternoon!" The archer finally couldn't stand it anymore, and told all the members of the group the truth in a loud voice: "Didn't you listen to the troupe leader's performance just now? There's a similar show going on this afternoon on the west side of Squirrel Street in Nolan, so if you're interested, check it out. ”

"Show? Like those bards? ”

There are also street performers on the streets of Nolan, but most of them are bards with xylophones and singing, and they are usually very small.

But the way Rejeck carries the instruments doesn't look like a 'small-scale' performance.

"You guys talk too much nonsense! Just follow along! ”

The archer's sister awoke from her slumber and held up a glass that didn't exist in her hand.

"Sister, your body ......" the archer tried to dissuade her from impulsiveness, but after she glared at her, a feeling of being targeted by a beast like a man-eating lion made the archer shut up.

………………

Mrs. Nishizawa sat in the magic guide car bound for the Nolan Center.

The portal she uses is a portal built by a demon of sin, built in the city of the dwarves of Nolan's underground, and the nearest exit from the surface is on Squirrel Street.

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

"It's been almost a month since we last left the city."

Mrs. Nishizawa sat in the back seat and watched the thriving scenery of this street.

"It's hard to imagine that this street was once the least popular street for humans."

"A change in people's perception always begins with a temptation." Morgan sat in the passenger seat, staring at Klia Station at the end of Squirrel Street.

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

It's just a fictional story, but it's attracted countless humans to see this fictional hound.

Morgan watched as the tourists walked around the statue, and some of the tourists who had bought the recently released 'video camera' took pictures in front of the statue.

As the star of "Hachiko the Loyal Dog", Morgan has an indescribable sense of pride.

"But to be honest, I like the streets of Falosi more than here."

Mrs. Nishizawa looked at the goblins and dwarves that walked by the squirrel streets, two races that were very rare in Falosi, and bards playing xylophones were often seen on both sides of Falosi.

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

"Those people... What are you gathered there for? Does Nolan still have missionaries now? ”

Mrs. Nishizawa looked through the car window at the crowded street, and on the other side of the street a makeshift stage was built out of wood.

It is said that the highest privilege that missionaries in the land of the Holy Religion received when preaching their doctrine was to allow such wooden stages to be erected along the streets for their lectures.

"It doesn't seem like a missionary, Mother, there seems to be a show on Squirrel Street today."

Caroli, who was browsing the caster's forum, happened to see the new message, and then materialized the web so that Mrs. Nishizawa could see the contents.

"Concert?"

Mrs. Nishizawa looked at the post, which described a street concert that would be held today on the west side of Squirrel Street.

Before Mrs. Nishizawa could see whose concert it was, the sound of electricity suddenly resounding throughout the audience, and the atmosphere in the street was instantly ignited.