Squirrel Street, in a nondescript pub.

"Squire, a glass of ale!"

"Okay!"

Holm, who worked in the tavern, immediately ran to the shouting customer with two glasses of ale.

He was completely busy tonight, he had worked in this tavern for three years, and he had never seen this tavern full.

Even in the middle of the night, when the dwarven door put down the manuscript and went to the human city to have fun, the customers of this tavern would barely increase.

But Holm swears that the number of customers in the tavern today is almost as large as it has ever been in the tavern, a full two or three times more than it once was.

The inferior ale in the tavern is sold almost by the barrel!

"Boy, go down, that little girl is crying again, someone will do it for you!"

The new owner of the tavern shouted at Home.

It was then that Holm had a chance to catch his breath, and had just run into the backstage of the tavern when he heard the baby's crying.

Holm picked up the baby girl wrapped in a few rags on the table and tried to spoon feed her, but the baby girl was not interested in milk and still cried loudly.

Home, who had little experience in caring for babies, was a little exhausted, but at that moment a quiet and peaceful singing suddenly sounded in the tavern.

The song soothed everyone's inner agitation like a lullaby, and even the noise in the tavern was silenced.

The baby girl in Holm's arms gradually stopped crying when she heard the song.

Who... Singing?

Holm walked out of the back of the tavern with the baby girl in his arms and into the slightly dilapidated and dirty hall, where he found that the singing was coming from a wall......

On a whitewashed wall in the hall, a frost elf is holding an unknown musical instrument and singing softly.

The whole tavern has changed since the big man came to the tavern a few days ago.

The original owner of the tavern, the scathing old lady, took a large sum of money and didn't know where it went, and was replaced by a middle-aged man with an honest personality.

The number of guests in the tavern had suddenly increased since yesterday, and Holm still couldn't understand why the guests had flocked to the tavern to drink the inferior ale.

Of course not, the answer is already in front of Home.

"It would be a nice dream to hear Miss Tyrin singing in the evening." A guest in the tavern whispered.

Holm noticed that the other party's outfit looked extravagant, not like the drunkard who would appear in such a tavern.

The same is true of the rest of the people present, who come to the tavern for a drink of the second most, just to see the wall that 'projects' the picture.

Holm stared at the frost elf on the screen, and just by sitting there, there were countless people who wanted to come and listen to her singing...

"Envious?"

Suddenly, the tavernkeeper's voice sounded beside Home.

"Envy," Holm shook his head in denial, "she's a great person, and I wouldn't be stupid enough to compare myself to her." ”

"Big shots?"

The new tavernkeeper heard Holm as if he had heard something interesting.

"Boy, let me tell you secretly, I was a squire in the Fallosi Mansion for a while, and that is the mansion where the Duchess of Blackwood is located, you know?"

"I... Haven't been to the heart of Nolan. Holm hesitated for a moment before saying.

"Okay, it's okay if you don't know." The tavernkeeper pointed to the frost elf who was softly humming an unknown song in the frame.

"Her name is Tylene, she wasn't so popular when she was in the Black Swan Troupe, and there were very few people in the entire mansion who could shout the name of this elf, let alone Nolan, like now a large group of people gathered here just to listen to her singing, which is probably something that can't be imagined."

"Then why ...... now"

"I don't know." After saying this, the tavern owner began to beckon the other attendants to hand the guests new drinks.

Holm stood alone in deep thought, and he took out a piece of paper full of creases from the pocket of his worn clothes, which was a leaflet.

A flyer given to him by his friend Leon, a flyer about "The Chant of the World".

After entrusting the tavernkeeper with the care of the baby girl, Holm took advantage of the night to run towards the central town of Nolan.

…………

By the time Holm arrived at the door of the Nolan National Theatre, it was late at night, but luckily the audition would last until the next day.

There were a few fewer people who came late at night to sign up for the race than during the day.

Holm stood outside the Nolan National Theatre, looking a little afraid.

What a luxurious building it was, and even a pebble from the building would be worth more than the garment he had sewn and mended.

He clearly knows that "The Singers of the World" is a competition held by those big shots, and it can also be said that it is a dance party held by those 'big shots'!

Holm didn't believe in the propaganda that anyone could get a chance to exhibit in front of the public if they had a love for music.

After more than a decade of hanging out in Squirrel Street, Holm understood that the big men who rode in ornate carriages and had servants in and out never cared if they lived or died.

This game seemed to Holm to be just a game for the big guys, or a little trick.

In order to make certain people famous, they will hold this competition for all audiences in Nolan.

As for the other contestants? Maybe it's just some dispensable foil to make this game look a little more glamorous.

That's what Holm thought, but he still wanted to try......

Somewhat uncertain, he stepped into the extravagant building, surrounded by primordial crystals inscribed with light.

This light is not visible in Squirrel Street, which is shrouded in darkness as soon as night begins, and rats roaming the sewers in the darkness.

Holm was one of those mice, and he suddenly walked into the light, looking a little uncomfortable.

The dirty outfit and sour smell kept everyone around him away.

Even though the people around him were civilians from all over Nolan, this little mouse at the bottom of Squirrel Street seemed so unsociable.

With those disgusted glances and whispers of 'why did the beggars come to this theater?' Holm walked to the registration table.

The squire who signed up frowned slightly when he saw Holm's dress and his dirty appearance, but he still smiled at Holm very servicedly.

"I... To sign up. ”

The 'little mouse' who ran out of the sewer said in a firm tone.