Chapter 515
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The base of the Yafferk Snake.
"Sister, you drank too much!"
The Archer sat in the training ground of the encampment and watched his sister swirling a large mug of ale. Every few steps she took, she would burp. Not only was she drunk, but she was also full from drinking.
"It doesn't matter! It's rare for me to be this happy today! I've chased away all the irritating thoughts in my head! Keya, you come too! "
The woman wanted to hug the archer's neck, but the archer nimbly dodged her. She fell on the wooden stake that the archer was sitting on and fell into a deep sleep.
The archer looked at the satisfied smile on the woman's face and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He found a blanket and covered his sister with it. Then, he looked at the other side of the camp.
There was a bunch of strange things placed there. Leader Reyek called them 'drums' and 'electric guitars'.
But because of these strange things, the strange sounds they played, and Leader Reyek's singing, his sister was temporarily released from her painful state.
"Leader, there are people lurking near our mercenary group's base."
A member quickly ran into the camp and told Reyek a piece of bad news.
"How many people?"
The other members heard the news and immediately prepared for battle.
The Yafferk Snake had a few enemies all over the world. When they set up camp in the wild, they would occasionally encounter similar attacks.
But the members didn't think that these people would dare to do such a thing in Noland City.
"The number of people is currently three. They seem to be very confident, so we haven't made a move yet." The member said softly.
"Leader, is it possible that the Iron Nation's Earl hired assassins?"
A member who knew the inside story guessed the identity of the enemies who were lurking outside the door.
The solemn expression on Reyek's face also made the members feel nervous.
"Looks like my identity has been exposed. Are they finally here?" Reyek said in a deep voice.
"Leader, it's fine even if your identity is exposed. There are only three people. Those people are underestimating us."
One of the members picked up his weapon and was about to walk out of the camp to kill the three sneaky fellows when Reyek reached out his hand to stop him.
"It's very likely that my 'fans' are waiting outside," Reyek said to the other members in a serious tone.
"Fan … Leader, is that the name of a new assassin organization?"
Some members who did not know the truth asked Reyek, but most of the members who knew the meaning of the word 'fan' instantly understood what was going on.
"To put it simply, it's people who worship me. The person in charge of the Music Guild once told me to pay attention to this problem."
Reyek shifted his gaze to the Chaos Demon Swordsman and a dark-skinned man beside him.
"Although I've only practiced for less than ten days, it still has some similarities with using a sword. I should be able to perform it with a fixed score."
The swordsman quickly answered while the other person nodded in affirmation.
"Then it's about time."
Reyek stood up from the wooden stake in the camp, picked up the musical instruments stacked beside him, and walked out.
"Are there any new missions to be carried out? Why didn't I know about it? "
"Leader, where are you going?"
Most of the members of the Yafferk Snake were in a state of confusion.
"Leader is going to perform this afternoon!" The archer finally could not stand it anymore and loudly told the members the truth, "Didn't you hear leader's performance just now? Leader is going to perform the same thing on the west side of Squirrel Street in Noland this afternoon. You can go and watch if you're interested. "
"Performance? Like those bards? "
There were also street performers on the streets of Noland, but most of them were bards who sang with a xylophone. The scale was usually very small.
But just from the way Reyek moved the instruments, it didn't look like a "small-scale" performance.
"You guys talk too much! Just follow him obediently! "
The archer's sister suddenly woke up from her deep sleep and raised the nonexistent wine glass in her hand.
"Sister, your body …" The archer was worried and wanted to dissuade her from acting rashly, but after being glared at by her, he felt as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast that was like a man-eating lion. The archer shut his mouth.
… …
Mrs. Sizer sat in the magic carriage heading towards the center of Noland.
The portal she used was built by the sinful demons. The portal was built in the underground dwarven city of Noland, and the closest exit to the surface was at Squirrel Street.
Mrs. Sizer contacted the butler of the Falosi Mansion and asked him to drive a car and wait at the exit of Squirrel Street.
"It's been almost a month since I left this city."
Mrs. Sizer sat in the back seat and looked at the prosperous scenery of the street.
"It's hard to imagine that this street used to be the most unpopular street for humans."
"The change of a person's mindset always starts with a test." Morgan sat in the front passenger seat and stared at the Klia Station at the end of Squirrel Street.
The station had become a well-known tourist attraction in Noland, especially the statue of the loyal dog Hachi erected in front of the station.
It was just a fictional story, but it attracted countless people to see the fake hound statue.
Morgan watched the tourists wander in front of the statue. Some of them bought the recently released "video camera" and took pictures in front of the statue.
As the main character of "The Loyal Dog Hachi", Morgan felt an indescribable sense of pride.
"But to be honest, compared to this place, I prefer the streets of Falosi."
Mrs. Sizer looked at the goblins and dwarves that walked on Squirrel Street from time to time. These two races were very rare in Falosi, and bards playing the xylophone could often be seen on both sides of the streets of Falosi.
"Madam, the road ahead seems to be blocked," the butler who was driving suddenly said.
"Those people … Why are they gathered there? Are there still missionaries in Noland? "
Mrs. Sizer looked at the crowded street through the window. On the other side of the street, there was a temporary stage made of wood.
It was said that the missionaries of the Holy Nation received the highest treatment when they preached their teachings, and they were allowed to build such a wooden stage on the side of the street.
"I don't think they're missionaries, Mother. There seems to be a performance on Squirrel Street today."
Carolee, who was browsing the spellcaster forum, happened to see the new post. She materialized the magic net so that Lady Sizer could see the content.
"Concert?"
Lady Sizer looked at the content of the post. It described that there would be a street concert on the west side of Squirrel Street today.
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