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When they arrived at the square, it was already crowded. It was definitely not an exaggeration. It was the first time for Snaketooth to see so many people gathered in one place. Even when Longsong Stronghold distributed relief rations, there was not such an amazing crowd.
He roughly estimated that the number of people who came to watch the performance was probably more than 5,000.
According to the locals, this was the third time that the square had been rebuilt. The large flat ground had become a huge bowl with many layers of sunken bowls. He heard that it was called a stepped square. It was reasonable to say that such a large project would take at least one or two years to complete, but it seemed that it had been repaired in half a month. No one had seen where the soil that should have been dug out had gone.
In this way, people could sit on the stone steps while watching the performance without having to stand until their legs were numb. The view was also much better, as long as they could find an empty space. As for those who came late, they could still stand on tiptoe around the square to see what was going on.
"Fortunately, fortunately," Tigerclaw squeezed into the last row of stone steps and pushed the two of them away. "We finally caught up."
Snaketooth covered his chest and carefully sat down next to his friend. The cloth bag in front of his chest contained all his savings for the past two months. He had to be vigilant in such a crowded situation. In Longsong Stronghold, such a scene would undoubtedly belong to the carnival of Rats. Although they had never seen Rats in the Border Area, they still had to be wary of their "temporarily transferred" peers.
When the last trace of sunset was covered by the night sky, there were only a few burning torches left in the square. The whole stage was dark, but no one came to light a bonfire. Snaketooth noticed that there was not even a pile of firewood in the center of the square, which made him feel a little strange.
"How can I perform without fire?"
Suddenly, a cluster of bright light bloomed on the stage. It was a little dazzling, but Snaketooth soon adapted to its pure softness. Then came the second cluster, and the third cluster. The stage was lit up bit by bit, and the exclamations of the audience became louder and louder, like waves.
"This is... a factory light!"
"Oh, my God, the Nightless Light! They moved the Nightless Light here! "
It was said to be a magical illumination that contained the Thunder of Heaven. The crystal glass cover that imprisoned the electric light was very expensive. Snaketooth had only seen it a few times when he passed by the industrial area.
"What do you mean by a night light? That's called an electric light," someone around them said disdainfully. "It consumes electricity, which is produced by the witches' machines! His Majesty originally planned to put this thing in every residential area, but it seems that Miss Witch's ability is not enough to support such a large consumption, so now only the factories are using it. "
"Where did you hear that?" Tigerclaw asked curiously.
"You're not official residents of Neverwinter yet, are you?" The man shrugged. "City hall has made several announcements on how to properly use electric lights. You should know that it's like a flame. If you don't make contact with it properly, it'll cause a disaster. "
"Not Thunder?"
"Uh … both are about the same. Why do you care so much? When you become a subject of His Majesty and finish primary education, you will naturally understand. "
Is there a way to quickly become an official subject? What was elementary education?
When Snaketooth was about to ask more questions, the crowd suddenly burst into deafening cheers. Tigerclaw grabbed him up.
The Star Flower Troupe appeared.
"Ms. Mey! Ms. Mey! "
"Miss Irene!"
"Mr. Gait!"
The crowd shouted the names of the troupe members, and the atmosphere suddenly reached its climax.
Looking at such a scene, Snaketooth was suddenly filled with infinite envy.
He also wanted to be the center of attention and be warmly shouted by the crowd like them... They were neither nobles nor sages, so it was not out of his reach.
When the cheers died down, the play began.
It was the first time for Snaketooth to watch a performance of the Star Flower Troupe. He had thought that he would not be interested in the elegant activities that nobles liked, but as the music began, he unconsciously immersed himself in the story on the stage.
The protagonists of the story were not nobles.
Instead, they were ordinary people like him. There were freedmen, refugees, and even a Rat.
Some of them had hopes and dreams, and some of them were forced by life to come to Star City at the same time. In this magnificent city, these ownerless people interacted with each other. They helped each other and poured out their thoughts to each other. From the bitterness of leaving home to being lost, and from being lost to pulling themselves together, they slowly found a direction to move forward.
In the vast square, there was no other noise except the narration of the actors. Everyone held their breath, as if they had become one with the characters on the stage.
In the end, they finally settled down in Star City and lived a stable life. Those who had worked hand in hand in the past became friends and lovers. When the melodious and moving music echoed over the square, Snaketooth felt something in his heart was touched. He pretended to rub his eyes to hide the rolling tears in his eyes, but he found that Tigerclaw was crying his eyes out. Although he was crying, he did not look sad.
Not only him, but the people around him also did the same. No one stood up and cheered until the end of the play, as if they were still immersed in the touching story.
Even if no one said it, everyone knew that the "Star City" referred to Neverwinter.
Could a Rat also gain such feelings?
At this moment, a woman of a different race walked out from behind the screen.
She had a tall figure and waist-length blue-gray hair. Her white evening dress shone with silver light under the lights, making her look like a figure walking out of a painting.
Then she began to sing.
Completely different from the previous music, her lyrics were sonorous and powerful, praising the greatness and glory of the workers. It was not like a woman's singing at all. Her voice was full of uplifting power. Snaketooth seemed to see the sweat left by him in the houses in the distance, and the foreigners who had devoted themselves here deserved to be remembered by the people.
The impact of the play was only fully released at this moment. People were so excited that they could not control themselves. They clapped and shouted with all their might, and under the accompaniment of the singing, the excitement suddenly rose to a new height!
They were all His Majesty's subjects!
They were glorious workers!
They were also the founders of Neverwinter!
...
When it was time to leave, His Majesty and the witches left from the temporary platform on one side of the square. Snaketooth opened his eyes wide, but he could not find Paper in the swaying crowd. But he was not as disappointed as he had expected. The singing was still lingering in his ears, and his heart was filled with a kind of spirit.
He firmly believed that they would meet again sooner or later.
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