Chapter 292: Dream catching

Squirrel Street, in an inconspicuous pub.
"The waiter has a cup of ale!"
"Ok!"
Holm, who worked in the pub, immediately carried two glasses of ale to the shouting customer.
He was completely crazy this evening. He worked in this tavern for three years and never met the pub's seat full.
Even when it was late at night, when the dwarf door put down the manuscript and went to the human city to find wine, the tavern's guests would be stronger and stronger.
Holm swears that the guests in the pub today are almost the most since the establishment of this pub, two or three times more than ever.
The inferior ale in the pub is almost sold in barrels!
"Kid, go on, the little girl is crying again, someone is for you!"
The new owner of the pub shouted to Homm.
At this time, Holm had a chance to take a breather. He just ran into the back of the pub and heard the cry of the baby.
Holm picked up the baby girl wrapped in a few rags on the table and wanted to feed her with a spoon, but the baby girl was not interested in milk and still burst into tears.
Holm, who had no baby experience, was exhausted, but at this moment a quiet and peaceful voice suddenly sounded in the pub.
This song sounded like a lullaby to appease everyone's inner incitement, and even the noisy voice in the pub was calmed down.
The baby girl in the arms of Hom’s arms gradually stopped crying after hearing the song.
who sang this?
Holm took the baby girl out of the back of the pub and came to the slightly dilapidated and messy hall, discovering that the song came from a wall...
Accurately, it is a picture on the wall. On the wall painted white on the side of the hall, a frost elf is playing with an unknown instrument.
Since the big man came to the pub a few days ago, the whole pub has changed.
The original owner of the pub, the bitter old lady took a lot of money and didn't know where to go. Instead, she was a middle-aged man with a good personality.
The guests in the pub suddenly became more and more yesterday, and Holm could not understand why these guests flocked to the pub to drink the inferior ale?
Of course impossible, the answer is already in front of Home.
"In the evening, I can hear the voice of Miss Tailin, and I will definitely have a good dream." A guest in the pub said in a whisper.
Holm noticed that the clothing on the other side looked very extravagant, not like the alcoholic who would appear in this tavern.
The same is true of the other people present. They come to this pub to drink the most, just to see the wall that can 'project' the picture.
Holm stared at the frost elf on the screen. She just sat there, and there were countless people who would like to come and listen to her singing...

Is it envious?

The voice of the pub boss suddenly sounded next to Holm.
"Envy..." Holm shook his head and denied that "She is a great big man. I won't be stupid enough to compare myself with her."
"Big man?"
The new tavern owner heard Hom’s words as if he had heard something interesting.
"Boy, I secretly told you that I had been a waiter at the Foulsi Mansion for a while, that is, the mansion of the Duchess of Blackwood, do you know?"
"I...have not been to the center of Nolan." Holm hesitated for a moment and said.
"Okay, don't know it doesn't matter." The pub owner pointed to the frost elf who was singing the unknown song in the picture and said.
"Her name is Tailin. When she was in the Black Swan Theatre, she was not so popular. There were not many names of the elves in the entire mansion. Not to mention Nolan. Up and down, like a large group of people gathered now. Here, in order to listen to her singing, it is estimated that I can’t imagine it."
"Then why now..."
"I don't know about this." After the pub owner said this, he began to greet other attendants to deliver new drinks to the guests.
Holm stood there alone and fell into meditation. He took out a creased piece of paper from the pocket of the old clothes. This is a leaflet.
His friend Leon gave him a leaflet, a leaflet about "The World's Voice Singer."
After Holm commissioned the tavern owner to take care of the baby girl, he ran to the center of Nolan in the night.
............
When Home came to the door of the Nolan National Theatre, time was approaching late at night. Fortunately, the time for this election will continue until the next day.
Those who came to sign up for the competition late at night were a little less than during the day.
Holm stood a little afraid outside the Nolan National Theatre.
This is a superb luxury building, even if the value of a small stone from the building is probably more expensive than the one that is patched on his body.
He clearly knows that "The World's Singer" is a competition organized by big men, or a dance party held by ‘big people’!
Homem does not believe in the propaganda on the propaganda ‘as long as he has the love of music, anyone can get the opportunity to show in front of the public’.
In the squirrel street mixed for more than ten years, Holm understands that those who are sitting in the gorgeous carriage, the big men who come and go with servants will never take care of their lives.
This game seems to be a game for the big guys, or a little trick.
In order to make certain people famous, they will exclusively host this competition for all the audiences in Nolan.
As for other contestants? It may be just some dispensable, so that this game looks a bit more beautiful.
Holm thinks so, but he still wants to try...
He was somewhat uncertain and stepped into this extravagant building, and the original spar engraved with the light of the light exudes a radiant glow.
This kind of light is invisible on Squirrel Street, and the street will be covered by darkness as soon as it enters the night, and the rats in the sewer wander happily in the darkness.
Holm is one of those mice. He suddenly went into the light and seemed to be uncomfortable.
The messy clothes and the smell of sour smell kept the people around him away.
Even though the people around him are civilians from all over the Nolan, the little mouse at the bottom of the Squirrel Street seems so unsociable.
Holm walked up to the table of registration with the disgusting gaze and the whispering of 'Why come to this theater'.
The registered attendant saw that Hom’s dress and his dirty look frowned slightly, but he still smiled at Hom in good service.
"I want to sign up."
The ‘small mouse’ that ran out of the sewer said in a firm tone.