Chapter 280
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"Holmes! Is that really you?! "
A young man beside the Knight Of The White Thorn walked up to Holmes, who was carrying a baby girl.
Holmes raised his head and lifted his swollen eyelids to take a good look at the person in front of him. When he saw the person in front of him and the image of a friend in his memory, he cried out in surprise.
"Leon … You … What's up with this outfit?"
Holmes recognized that the person standing in front of him was his former comrade. They were also part of the lowest level of the Black Pigeons, mingling in the underground cities of Noland and the alleys of Noland.
"When I came back, I found out that the beautiful Guttama had been captured by Noland's law enforcement team. It was as if you and your sister had disappeared from this world! But now … "
Holmes sized up his former friend, not knowing what to say. He was still wearing patched old clothes, while Leon was wearing a brand-new suit. Judging from the texture of the fabric, it was the kind that he could never afford in his life.
A few months ago, this friend of Holmes had been accompanying him to the various sewers of Noland. Every day, he would come out covered in dirt. Now, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like the son of a noble.
"A kind-hearted artist is willing to let me learn acting from him as a disciple." Leon glanced at the Knight Of The White Thorn beside him. He was focused on discussing the cooperation with the owner of the tavern.
"You're really lucky, kid. I told you that if you want to eat, you can just rely on your face."
Holmes sighed enviously. People like him who lived at the bottom of Noland lived hard every day. For someone like Leon, who relied on his appearance to be valued by the nobles and merchants of Noland, he was considered extremely lucky.
And he was an actor's apprentice, not a secret lover.
"What about you, Holmes? Did you go to the underground dungeon again today?" Leon asked, pointing at the swollen marks on Holmes' eyes.
"That's right. I was the champion, but the prize money was stolen by those d * mn orcs!"
Holmes' anger affected the baby girl in his arms. The baby girl let out another piercing wail.
"Holmes … why don't you come with me to the White Thorn Flower Theater? I'll try to convince my teacher."
Leon knew that his friend was in a difficult situation. Poverty was one thing, but he had adopted a baby girl of unknown origin. Leon had thought that Holmes was just playing around, but he did not expect that after so long, Holmes still had not given up on this unknown baby.
"Those noblemen wouldn't like a dirty rat like me," Holmes said self-deprecatingly. "I don't have a face like yours."
"But … you won the championship of the underground prison. Although … I don't really understand the rules of the prison, but the competition in the prison should be … related to singing, right?"
"I'm just spouting nonsense. The grandpa of the nobles is not interested in nonsense."
Holmes did not want to be a burden to his friend, who had a bright future ahead of him. He wanted to pat Leon on the shoulder and encourage him to seize this opportunity, but he realized that his hand was full of filth and immediately pulled it back.
"But … I've heard your song, Holmes. It's pretty good … Wait here for me."
Leon seemed to have thought of something and immediately ran out of the tavern. Not long after, he ran back with a piece of paper in his hand and handed it to Holmes.
It was a … leaflet, an exquisite leaflet.
"'Singer of the World'?" Holmes looked at the title of the flyer and asked doubtfully.
"Yes … The Voice of Noland is preparing a program. The winner will get a prize money and can appear in front of the Noland audience."
"Voice of Nolan …" Holmes had only heard of this radio programme. He no longer had the money to buy something as expensive as the right to use the Mana Net, and had only occasionally heard some passersby mention this mysterious network.
Even if he was in Noland, he could still hear it …
"I'll … give it a try." Holmes could not be sure if the people of Noland would accept the underground prison style of music, but he did not want to let go of any opportunity to earn money. The money he could earn in this tavern was not enough to support himself.
"And Holmes, I … hope to buy … information from you." Leon took out two gold coins and stuffed them into his hands. No matter what information Holmes knew, the value of the information could not be compared to gold coins.
Leon was using this method to help his friend.
"Ask away." Holmes clenched the gold coins in his hands and did not refuse.
"I … got separated from my sister, Riley. After Gutamar the Beauty was taken away, I never saw her again. Do you know any information about her?"
"Your sister? I heard a rumor that someone saw a young demon girl leave with a group of elves. As for where they went, I'm not sure. "
"Elves? I … I think I know … "
Before Leon could express his gratitude, the Knight Of The White Thorn had already reached an agreement with the owner of the tavern. In the end, the owner decided to sell the tavern to the Knight Of The White Thorn.
"Why did your mentor buy this tavern?"
After comforting the baby girl until she was sound asleep, Holmes whispered to his friend beside him.
"I heard from my mentor … that it was to install a 'television'."
He did not really understand the truth of the matter. Today, he had taken the initiative to ask the Knight Of The White Thorn to bring him to Squirrel Street in order to find traces of his sister.
"'Television'? What's that? Is it the name of a new type of magic-guided machine or some magical name? "
Holmes looked outside the tavern. Apart from the magic-guided vehicle, there were no traces of other large magic-guided machines.
"Anyway, Holmes, I'll convince my mentor to let you continue working here. I think the tavern's business will pick up soon."
Leon hurriedly ran to the Knight Of The White Thorn. At that moment, the old lady beside the Knight Of The White Thorn took out a contract and seemed to be discussing something.
Holmes held the baby girl in one hand and looked at the flyer with the words "The Singer of the World" in the other. His gaze landed on the line that said, "Any citizen of Noland, regardless of their birth, can participate in this competition."
He was not sure if the people of Noland would accept the barbaric language that outsiders might hear, but it seemed like this was the only way for him.
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