"That's too boring, isn't it?, my name is Johnny, a singer who aspires to be a bard!" the young man named Johnny said with a familiar enthusiasm: "Are you going to this year's Midsummer Nights Festival? This is the music festival of the whole of Orrente, the highest festival of the year!"

Is this Midsummer Night festival so influential?

Sivi nodded, "I'm interested in the Midsummer Nights Festival. ”

Johnny waved his fist happily: "I guess it is! Look at you, you should be a student!"

"No, you guessed it wrong, this young gentleman is a writer!" the old gentleman finally had a chance to interject, "I was just about to admire the great work of Mr. Writer!"

Sivi smiled a little shyly, took two books out of her brown suitcase, and handed them to the curious old gentleman and Johnny.

"The Old Man and the Sea?"

"The Merchant of Venice?"

There was nothing to do in the carriage, so the two of them simply took the book given by Sivi and read it.

In the 1787 year of the Holy Calendar, although there were nobles with blood lineage, although there was a Glorious Lord's Church that believed in a true God, the power of capital was rising, and merchants began to grab wealth, and at the same time, they were also seeking a higher political status.

Feudal society is coming to an end, and with the gradual increase in productivity, a new era is coming.

No one saw farther than the otherworldly visitor Sivi, who in the eyes of kings and nobles were nothing more than greedy and arrogant inferiors, servants who helped them accumulate wealth, pigs ready to be slaughtered.

However, money has a great magic power in every world, and if they can find enough power to shelter them from the increasing wealth they have accumulated through trade, then the rise of the bourgeoisie will not be difficult at all!

And Sivi and the magicians he represents will be the necessary support for this!

Only by grasping this general trend, combining magic and capital, using magic industry production to create value, using money to win over and divide the enemy, and integrating most ordinary people into the system of magic industry civilization, can we lead the advent of the arcane era as soon as possible.

Sivi's status as a best-selling author begins to play a unique role, which will be a promotional channel for the entire continent of Orrent, and a key identity to control the voice.

Pure chivalric and magician novels are a pastime, and Sivi began to try to carry some of the classic classics of the past world, slightly modified to fit the background of this world, and used it to continue to refresh the style, and strive to turn the name of Sivi Frost into a great writer who shines for an entire era.

The two famous books adapted by Sivi are very much in line with the background of the times, and the two readers are obviously attracted by the wonderful plot in them, and they watch carefully along the way, completely ignoring the shaking caused by the bumps of the carriage.

The convoy had been walking for three magic before it came to a temporary halt, and formed a large circle in the flat field at the edge of the avenue, where the young servants hurriedly fed the horses forage and drank.

The passengers were finally able to get out of the carriage, spread the wind, and stretch their waists.

Johnny read the book very quickly, and he had finished reading all the 50,000 words of "The Merchant of Venice", he closed the book and stretched: "That's good! Sherlock is evil! Baucia is really witty!"

And the old gentleman was still holding "The Old Man and the Sea" and watching it slowly, he had only turned a page for a long time, and he had read it very seriously, obviously completely infected by the story of the old fisherman Santiago.

Johnny shouted to Syvi, who was still reading seriously, "Mr. Syvi, my great writer, you are too dull!

Receiving a response from Sivi, Johnny happily took a musical instrument out of his bag, a brass instrument with a slight rust in copper, apparently many years old.

The two men stepped out of the carriage one after the other, and in the circle of the carriage surrounded by most of the passengers, they chatted with each other, and some spread a cloth on the ground and began to enjoy lunch.

"See, the girl in the white dress over there is so beautiful, like a water lotus!" Johnny whispered to Sivi, "And that, the lady in the black gauze dress!

Xiwei is helpless, is it so bohemian no matter what world he is engaged in music?

"And that ......" Johnny's eyes were very sharp, pointing out the slightest appearance of women in the entire convoy.

"That's a little too old, isn't it?" said Seavey, who couldn't accept Johnny's taste.

"Great writer, it seems that you still don't understand the grace of the ripe flesh!" Johnny had a regretful expression: "The girl is too young, only the ripe fruit is sweeter!"

"Looks like you're very popular with the ladies!" Syvi nodded, anyway, this Johnny is a little piece of fresh meat.

"Of course, I don't know how many ladies have their dream lovers!" Johnny said with a smile, "Let me show you!"

Johnny took his instrument and walked straight to the center of the circle, although he was bohemian and somewhat unkempt, but his young and handsome face was still very useful and not at all offensive.

Johnny pointed the brass instrument in front of his mouth, took a deep breath, and began to play his best tune.

The sound of the instrument is crisp and loud, but also soft and gentle, Johnny is very skillful, playing a country tune that has been passed down for a hundred years in south-France and is very familiar to almost all travelers.

In Sivi's opinion, Johnny's instrument has the shadow of a saxophone, but it is not mature enough.

The handsome and dashing Johnny with his melodious country tune instantly attracted the attention of the entire team, and the originally noisy conversation slowly calmed down, and everyone smiled and politely enjoyed Johnny's performance.

Johnny's playing is also improvised with acrobatic performances, and his aggressive gaze lingers on the beauties he has observed, some shyly dodging, while others boldly respond.

Johnny's blowing lasted about a quarter of an hour, and his face was flushed, apparently with great pleasure, and finally ended with a bow.

The audience applauded enthusiastically, with a few scorching and meaningful glances, which made Johnny elated, and walked back to Sivi like a peacock on the screen. (To be continued.) )