People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 290 Leitania's Good Voice

Bai Ke scratched his head, looking at Murphy who was laughing until tears came out, feeling a little overwhelmed.

When he told Murphy about his bad experiences, he really saw that Murphy was worried and wanted to make him laugh.

But isn’t this smile a little too exaggerated?

Just when Bai Ke was at a loss, Murphy took a deep breath, stopped laughing, raised his hand to wipe away his tears and was about to say something.

But the terminal in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

Murphy smiled apologetically at Bai Ke, stood up and walked to the window to connect the terminal.

"...I understand. You are fully responsible for the hotel. You don't have to help me save money... Hehehe, I never treat my own people badly. Do your best."

The call lasted only a short time. Murphy simply said a few words and then hung up.

He turned his head to look at Bai Ke and asked:

"Is my eldest brother awake?"

"He's awake." Bai Ke pointed to the study. "He woke up at noon and ran to the study. He might be reading."

Qi Yan, just read the book honestly?

Murphy almost suspected that he had not woken up yet.

He hurried upstairs, came to the study and knocked on the door carefully.

"Come in."

Qi Yan's voice came from the study, and Murphy's eyes widened immediately.

When I opened the door, I saw Qi Yan sitting at the desk, writing something seriously.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Murphy stood obediently at the door of the room, not daring to look around, for fear of seeing something he shouldn't know.

But Qi Yan took the initiative to wave his hand, called him to the desk, raised his hand and handed him a piece of paper:

"This is the plan I came up with. Take a close look at it and make some changes based on Leitania's habits. Send it to Gertrude and ask her to help me implement it."

Murphy took the "planning book" which was called a book but was actually just a thin piece of paper, and looked down at it.

"Letania good voice?"

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A convoy slowly drove out from the wilderness and approached the huge mobile city-state of Visheheim in front of them.

On the leading vehicle of the convoy, the flag symbolizing the nobility of Leitania fluttered in the wind.

When the gendarmerie guarding the entrance to Vischeheim saw the flag, they all looked serious, straightened their backs and began to salute from a distance.

Only after the convoy entered Visheim did the gendarmerie dare to relax.

"Boss, the flag of that person just now, if I'm not mistaken, it seems to be the Count of Utica."

A member of the gendarmerie asked his captain quietly.

The captain of the gendarmerie glared at him and lectured him, "You know it but you're still asking. Be careful if someone hears you talking about the nobles behind their backs, or you'll disappear the next day."

Including the man who asked the question, all the gendarmerie members around him shrank their necks in fear and dared not speak anymore.

In the end, it was their captain himself who was aroused and whispered:

“But that person is not a big problem, he is just an empty figure with status but no power.

Oh, the blood of the Witch King, if it weren't for your majesty's mercy, he would have been sent to the guillotine and his head chopped off for public display."

Upon hearing this, the gendarmerie members turned their heads to look in the direction the convoy left, with a hint of pity in their eyes.

But soon, the captain regained his seriousness as if by magic and scolded:

"Don't gather here. Go back to your posts. Things have been unsettled in Visheheim lately. Everyone, please stay alert."

"Yes!"

The military police quickly stood at attention and saluted, then quickly returned to their respective positions.

The convoy that they pitied had now officially entered the main road of Visheheim.

Inside the carriage, a young man with black hair and purple eyes stared at the street outside through the window.

He was wearing an exquisite black suit, and even when he was just sitting in the car, he still exuded a natural elegance. The pair of chalk-like horns on his head added a bit of weirdness to his elegance.

As the boy looked, he found that there were many people on the streets of Visheim holding stacks of paper leaflets and distributing them to passers-by.

It seems that some big event is taking place in this city.

The scene kept receding as the black-haired boy watched, and soon, a large manor appeared in his eyes.

Gertrude led a group of people and stood at the entrance of the manor to personally welcome the boy.

The car stopped, the boy opened the door and walked towards Gertrude:

"Ms. Gertrude, the Black Keys have been invited to the concert you mentioned. Thank you for the invitation."

The boy behaved properly and treated Gertrude with aristocratic etiquette.

Gertrude did not behave in a crazy manner at this moment. She returned the greeting and chuckled:

"Mr. Black Key, it's my honor to invite you, but now there are some unexpected things, I want to make it clear with you in advance."

A hint of doubt flashed in Hei Jian's purple eyes.

As he watched, Gertrude pulled out a paper flyer and handed it to him.

As Black Key reads the leaflet, Gertrude explains:

“As you can see, the format of the concert was changed to a large-scale talent show. This happened a bit suddenly and I didn’t have time to inform you.

After all, you know that big shots always make decisions on the spur of the moment. "

Hei Jian frowned slightly.

He didn't understand why the big shot that Gertrude mentioned appeared in Gertrude's territory.

Even if he is a duke from another place, he will at least give enough face to the local lord on the surface when he is in someone else's territory and will not do such arbitrary and monopolistic things.

Gertrude's behavior was even stranger. She knew there was a big shot above her, but she still dared to comment on him in public.

"Ms. Gertrude, let's not talk about those big shots."

Black Key changed the subject and said, "Music has no particular form. As long as it's good music, I'm interested in it."

Gertrude showed some confidence on her face:

"Then I'm sure you won't be disappointed. Visheheim's music level is among the best in the whole of Leitania."

"I am looking forward."

The two smiled at each other, and went through a series of complicated formalities before entering the manor.

What followed was a chaotic welcoming banquet, a performance by Gertrude's personal music group, and a drowsy song of praise for the Gemini Queens.

When everything was over, Black Key dragged his tired body back to the room Gertrude had prepared for him and fell directly on the bed.

"Heh, I didn't feel tired at all after several days of traveling, but I became so tired in such a short time after arriving. The power of the Queen is really terrifying."

Hei Jian muttered to himself in a sarcastic tone about what had just happened.

But he quickly sat up, took out the flyer from his pocket, and read the rules carefully.

Just now at the banquet, Gertrude had revealed to him that although he was a nobleman this time, he would not be a judge in the pageant.

He is a contestant.

This behavior is a humiliation for any noble.

But Black Key didn't react much, instead he felt a bit of anticipation.

His eyes fell on the judges' photos on the flyer, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly:

“Mr. Czerny, I have heard of your great name for a long time. I wonder if I will have the opportunity to hear your live performance this time since you are a judge.

But who is the judge named Qi Yan next to him?

He looks very young, is he some emerging talent?"

Hei Jian subconsciously took a few more glances at Qi Yan's photo, and became even more excited about the talent show.