Cultural Invasion In Different World - Chapter 518

[Chapter 520]

The home of the Serpent of Yevrk.

“Sister, you drink too much!”

The archer sat in the training ground of the station and watched his sister swaying there with a large glass of ale, and burping every few steps, she was not only drunk, but 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! Koya, come here too!”

The woman wanted to wrap her arms around the archer’s neck, but the archer deftly avoided it, and the woman’s body fell on 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 he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. After he found a blanket to cover his sister, he turned his eyes to the other side of the camp.

There’s a bunch of weird stuff in there, which Reyek calls ‘drums’ and ‘electric guitars’.

But it was these strange things, the peculiar sounds they played, and the singing of Reyek, the head of the group, that brought his sister out of that miserable state for a while.

“Captain, someone is dormant near the station of our mercenary group.”

A team member hurried into the camp to tell Reyek the bad news.

“how many people?”

As soon as the other members heard the news, they immediately entered a state of preparation for battle.

The Serpent of Yevrk has several enemies all over the world, and they occasionally encounter similar attacks when they are camping in the wild.

But the team members did not expect that these guys would dare to do such a thing in Nolan City.

“The number of people is three for the time being, and the other party seems to be very sure, so we have not done anything for the time being.” The team member whispered.

“Captain, is it possible that the earl of the Iron Country hired a killer?”

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

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

“It seems that my identity has been exposed, is it finally here?” Reyek said in a dull voice.

“It doesn’t matter if your identity is exposed, head, there are only three people, and those guys look down on us too much.”

When a team member picked up a weapon and was about to walk out of the camp to kill all three sneaky guys, Reyek stretched out a big hand to block his movements.

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

“Fans… is that the name of the new killer organization?”

Some members of the group who did not know the truth asked about Reyek, but most of the members present who knew the meaning of the word ‘fan’ immediately understood what was going on.

“To put it simply, it is someone who worships me. The person in charge of the music guild once instructed me to pay attention to the handling of this issue.”

Reyek looked at the Chaos Demon Swordsman standing beside him, and a man with black skin.

“Although I only practiced for less than ten days, it still has something in common with using a sword. The fixed score should still be able to be played.”

The swordsman answered quickly, and the other nodded affirmatively.

“Then it’s almost time.”

Reyek got up from the stake in the camp, picked up the musical instruments stacked beside him, and walked outside.

“Any new missions to do? How come I never knew?”

“Where are you going, Captain?”

Most of the members of the Serpent of Yevrk are in a state of confusion.

“The group leader has a performance this afternoon!” The archer finally couldn’t stand it anymore, and told all the group members the truth loudly: “Didn’t you hear the group leader’s performance just now? This afternoon on the west side of Squirrel Street in Nolan. The head of the group is going to perform the same show, you can go and watch it if you are interested.”

“Show? Like those bards?”

There are also street performers on the streets of Nolan, but most of them are bards playing and singing with xylophones.

The scale is generally very small.

But Reyek’s manner of carrying his instruments doesn’t look like a ‘small-scale’ performance.

“You guys are talking too much! Just follow along honestly!”

The archer’s sister suddenly woke up from her deep sleep, holding a glass of wine that didn’t exist in her hand.

“Sister, your body…” The archer worriedly wanted to dissuade her from being impulsive, but after she glared at him, he felt a sense of dread being stared at by a ferocious beast like a man-eating lion, causing the archer to close his eyes. mouth.

………………

Mrs. Caesar sat in the magic car heading for the Nolan Center.

The portal she used was a portal built by a sinful demon. The portal was built in the city of Nolan’s underground dwarves, and the nearest exit from the ground was on Squirrel Street.

Mrs. Caesar contacted the housekeeper at the Farosi 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 the city.”

Mrs. Caesar sat in the back seat watching the thriving scene of this street.

“It’s hard to imagine that this street was once the least popular street for humans.”

“The change of people’s perceptions always starts with a trial.” Morgan sat in the passenger seat, staring at the Kelia Station at the end of Squirrel Street from afar.

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If this station has become a well-known tourist attraction in Nolan, especially the statue of ‘Faithful Dog Hachiko’ erected in front of the station.

This is just a fictional story, but it has attracted countless humans to see this fictional hound statue.

Morgan watched as the tourists wandered in front of the statue, and some who had bought a recently-launched ‘camera’ took pictures in front of the statue.

As the star of “Hachiko”, Morgan has an indescribable sense of pride.

“But to be honest, I like the streets of Farosi more than here.”

Mrs. Caesar looked at the goblins and dwarves walking on Squirrel Street from time to time. These two races are very rare in Farosi, and bards playing xylophones are often seen on both sides of Farossi Street.

“Ma’am, the road ahead seems to be blocked.” The housekeeper who was driving said suddenly.

“What are those people… gathering there for? Does Nolan still have missionaries?”

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

It is said that when the missionaries of the Holy Land were preaching their teachings, the highest treatment they received was to allow such wooden stages to be built beside the streets to give speeches.

“It doesn’t seem like a missionary, mother, there seems to be a show on Squirrel Street today.”

Caroline, who was browsing the caster forum, just saw this new message, and then materialized the magic net so that Mrs. Caesar could see the content on it.

“concert?”

Mrs. Caesar looked at the content of the post, which described that a street concert will be held on the west side of Squirrel Street today.

Before Mrs. Nishizawa could see who was in the concert, a sound like an electric current suddenly resounded through the audience, and the atmosphere on the street was instantly ignited.

[End of this Chapter]