Chapter 572 Anthem

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When the two came to the square, the place was already crowded with people—this is definitely not an exaggeration, it was the first time Snake Ya saw so many people gathered in the same place, even when Changsong Fortress released relief rations, it was not so amazing momentum. ?

He roughly estimated that the number of people who came to watch the performance probably exceeded 5,000.

The square has also become different from when it first came. According to the locals, this is the third reconstruction. The huge flat ground has become a giant bowl that sinks layer by layer. I heard it is called a stepped square. It stands to reason that such a large-scale project is difficult to complete within a year or two, but it seems to have been repaired within half a month, and no one has seen where the soil that should have been dug out has gone.

In this way, everyone can sit on the stone steps when watching the performance, without having to stand until their legs are numb, and the vision is much better, as long as they can grab an open space. As for those who came late, they still had to gather around the square and stand on tiptoe to get a general look.

"It's okay, it's okay," Tiger Claw squeezed into the last row of stone steps, pushing out of the two people's positions, "Finally caught up."

Snake Fang clutched his chest tightly, and carefully sat down next to his friend—the cloth bag on his chest contained all his savings for the past two months, and he had to be more vigilant in the crowded situation. If it is in Changge, such a scene is undoubtedly a carnival of rats. Although no rats have been seen in the border area, we still have to beware of the same kind who "temporarily change jobs".

When the last twilight of the sunset was covered by night, there were only a few burning torches left in the square, and the whole stage was pitch-black, and no one was seen to light a bonfire—Snake Fang noticed that there was not even a firewood pile in the middle of the square Prepared, which made him feel a little strange.

How to perform without firelight?

Suddenly, a cluster of bright light bloomed on the stage, a bit dazzling, but Snake Fang soon got used to its softness without a trace of variegation. Then came the second cluster, and the third cluster, the stage was lit up little by little, and the exclamation sounded louder and louder, as if waves were set off.

It's...the factory lights!

"Oh my God, Night Lights! They moved the Night Lights here!"

It is said that there is a magical lighting object that contains the thunder in the sky. The crystal glass cover that imprisoned the lightning is worth a lot of money. Snake Fang only saw it occasionally when passing by the industrial area.

"What kind of night light? It's called an electric light." Some people around disdainfully said, "It consumes electricity and is produced by a machine made by a witch! Originally, His Majesty planned to install this thing in every community, but the ability of that witch lady It seems that there is no way to support such a large consumption, so only factories are currently using it.”

"Where did you hear that?" Tiger Claw asked curiously.

"You are not official residents of Neverwinter, are you?" the man shrugged. "The city hall has done several electricity promotions, telling us how to use electric lights correctly. You must know that it is like a flame, and improper contact will cause disaster. of."

"Not Thunder?"

"Uh...the two are about the same, why do you care so much. When you become His Majesty's leader and finish elementary education, you will naturally understand."

Is there a way to quickly become an official citizen? What is the primary education class?

When Snake Fang wanted to ask a few more questions, the crowd burst into deafening cheers, and Tiger Claw grabbed him.

The Star Flower Troupe is here.

"Ms. May! Ms. May!"

"Miss Irene!"

"Mr. Gater!"

People shouted out the names of the members of the troupe one after another, and the atmosphere on the scene suddenly reached its peak.

Looking at such a scene, Snake Fang suddenly felt boundless envy.

He also wanted to be like them, to be the focus of people's eyes, and to be called by everyone enthusiastically... They were neither nobles nor sages, and they were not far away from him.

When the cries die down, the drama begins.

It was the first time for Snake Ya to watch the performance of Stars and Flowers. He thought that he would not have much interest in the elegant activities loved by nobles, but as the music sounded, he unknowingly threw himself into the story on the stage.

The protagonist of the story is not a nobleman.

But ordinary people like him... free folk, refugees, and even a mouse.

Some of them have expectations and dreams, some are forced by the helplessness of life, and they come to the City of Stars at the same time. From the pain of leaving home to confusion, and then from confusion to cheering up, I slowly found the way forward.

Apart from the actors' narrations, there was no noise in Nuoda's square. Everyone held their breath, as if they were integrated with the characters on the stage.

Finally, they finally settled down in Star City and had a stable life. Those strangers who worked hand in hand in the past have become friends and lovers. When the melodious and moving music reverberated over the square, Snake Fang felt something touched in his heart. He pretended to rub his eyes to cover the tears rolling in his eyes, but found that Tiger Claw had already cried a mess. Although she was crying, she didn't look sad.

Not only him, but everyone around him was like this. No one stood up and cheered until the end of the play, as if they were still immersed in this touching story.

Even without mentioning it, everyone knows that this "City of Stars" refers to Neverwinter.

Can rats get such affection too?

At this time, a woman of a different race walked out from behind the stage curtain.

She has a tall figure and waist-length blue-gray hair. The white evening dress on her body is shining with silver light under the light, like a character walking out of a painting.

Then she began to sing—

Completely different from the previous music, her lyrics are sonorous and powerful, praising the greatness and glory of the laborers. It is not like a woman's singing style at all-the singing is full of inspiring power, and the snake's teeth seem to see the sky far away from the square. Every residence has its own sweat, and the foreigners who devote themselves to it are worthy of being remembered by everyone.

The impact brought by the drama was not fully released until this moment. People were so excited that they clapped and shouted with all their strength, and with the singing, this passionate emotion suddenly rose to a new height!

They are all His Majesty's subjects!

It is an honorable laborer!

He is also the creator of Neverwinter!

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When exiting, His Majesty and the witches left from the temporary high platform on one side of the square, Snake Fang opened his eyes wide, and could not find the blank paper in the shaking crowd. But he was not as lost as he expected, the singing still surrounded his ears, and he felt filled with a kind of spirit.

He firmly believed that they would meet again sooner or later.

Just like those strangers from a foreign land, in this city of stars. 8