The residence of the snake of Yevilk.

“SIS, you drank too much!”

The archer sat in the training ground of the residence and watched as her sister held a large glass of ale and waved it around. Every few steps she took, she would burp. She was not only drunk, she was also full.

“What’s the matter! It’s rare for me to be so happy today! All the annoying things in my head have been driven out! Keya, you come too!”

The woman wanted to hug the archer’s neck, but the archer nimbly dodged her. The woman’s body thus fell onto the wooden stake the Archer was sitting on and fell into a deep sleep.

The archer looked at the satisfied smile on the woman’s face and could not help but heave a sigh of relief. He found a blanket to cover his sister and looked at the other side of the camp.

There were a bunch of strange things there. Leader Reyerk called them ‘drum sets’and ‘electric guitars’.

However, it was because of these strange things, the strange sounds they played, and leader Reyerk’s singing that his sister temporarily escaped from that painful state.

“Leader, someone is hiding near our mercenary group’s base.”

One of the members quickly ran into the camp and told Reyerk the bad news.

“How many people are there?”

When the other members heard the news, they immediately went into battle mode.

The snake of Yevilk had several enemies all over the world. When they were camping in the wild, they would occasionally encounter similar attacks.

However, the members did not expect that this group of people would dare to do such a thing in Nolan City.

“There are three people for the time being. The other party seems to be very confident, so we haven’t made a move yet,”the member said in a low voice.

“Leader, is it possible that the Earl of the country of steel hired an assassin?”

A member who knew the inside story guessed the identities of the enemies lurking outside the door.

The solemn expression on Reyek’s face also made the members feel nervous.

“Looks like my identity has been exposed. Am I finally here?”Reyerk said in a low voice.

“Leader, it doesn’t matter even if your identity has been exposed. There are only three of us. Those guys are underestimating us too much.”

One of the members picked up his weapon and was about to walk out of the camp to kill the three sneaky guys when Reyerk stretched out his big hand to block his movements.

“It’s very likely that my ‘fans’are waiting outside,”Reyek said to the other members in a serious tone.

“Fans… leader, is that the title 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 ‘fans’instantly understood what was going on.

“To put it simply, it’s someone who admires me. The person in charge of the Music Guild once told me to pay attention to the handling of this problem.”

Reyek turned his gaze to the chaos demon swordsman standing beside him, as well as a man with black skin.

“Although I’ve only practiced for less than ten days, this has some similarities with using a sword. A fixed score should still be able to be played.”

The swordsman quickly gave an answer, while the other person nodded in affirmation.

“Then it’s about time.”

Reyerk stood up from the wooden stake in the camp, picked up the musical instrument that was piled on the side, and walked out.

“Is there a new mission to carry out? Why don’t I Know About It?”

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“Leader, where are you going?”

Most of the members of the snake of Yevelk were in a confused state.

“Leader has a performance this afternoon!”The Archer finally couldn’t stand it anymore, he loudly told all the members the truth, “Didn’t you hear the leader’s performance just now? “This afternoon, the leader will have a similar performance on the west side of Squirrel Street in Nolan. If you are interested, you can go and watch.”

“A performance? Like those bards?”

There were also street artists on Nolan Street, but most of them were bards who played xylophones and sang. The scale was usually very small.

But just the way Reyek moved the musical instruments did not look like a ‘small-scale’performance.

“You guys talk too much nonsense! Just follow them 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 so worried that she wanted to advise her not to act rashly, but after being glared at by her, she felt like she was being stared at by a ferocious beast like a man-eating lion, which made the archer shut her mouth.

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Mrs. Caesar sat in the magic car that was heading to the center of Nolan.

The portal that she used was built by the sin demon. The portal was built in the city of Nolan’s underground dwarves, and the closest exit to the surface was squirrel street.

Mrs. Caesar contacted the butler of Faroese mansion and asked him to drive a car and wait at the exit of Squirrel Street.

“It’s been almost a month since I last left this city.”

Mrs. Caesar sat in the back seat and looked at the prosperous scenery on the street.

“It’s hard to imagine that this street was once the most unpopular street among humans.”

“The change in people’s views always begins with a probe.”Morgan sat in the passenger seat and stared at the Kalia station at the end of Squirrel Street.

The station had become a famous tourist attraction in Nolan, especially the statue of the loyal dog eight male standing in front of the station.

It was only a fictional story, but it attracted countless people to see the fictional hound statue.

Morgan watched the tourists walking around the statue, and some of the tourists who had bought the recently released ‘camera’took photos in front of the statue.

As the star of ‘The eight faithful dogs’, Morgan had an indescribable sense of pride.

“But to be honest, I prefer the streets of Faroese to this place.”

Mrs. Caesar looked at the goblins and dwarves who walked along Squirrel Street from time to time. These two races were very rare in Faroese, and bards who played xylophones were often seen on both sides of the streets of Faroese.

“Madam, the road ahead seems to be blocked,”the butler who was driving suddenly said.

“Those people… why are they gathered there? Does Nolan still have missionaries?”

Mrs. Caesar looked through the car window at the crowded street. On the other side of the street, a temporary stage was built from wood.

It was said that when the missionaries of the Holy Land preached their doctrines, the highest treatment they received was to allow the wooden stage to be built on the side of the street to give speeches.

“It doesn’t seem to be the missionaries, mother. There seems to be a performance on Squirrel Street today.”

Carrie, who was browsing the Spellcaster Forum, just happened to see this new message. She then materialized the magic net so that madam Cesar could see the content clearly.

“Concert?”

Madam Cesar looked at the content of the post. It described that there would be a street concert on the west side of Squirrel Street today.

Before Mrs. Cesar could see who the concert was, an electric current suddenly swept through the venue, and the atmosphere on the street was instantly ignited.