A strange world

Chapter 1425 Chapter 59. Hundred Flowers Bloom

Annan followed his officials to the bustling theater square.

On the stage, orcs with number plates were singing a war song by stomping their feet, pounding their bodies, and roaring.

Annan glanced across the stage and saw the orc chieftain of the Grizzli Tribe.

"When Freedom Knocks on the Door" made Chris and his son famous overnight, and their fame and popularity made the orcs envious.

Who wouldn't want to perform in front of humans every day in exchange for the rewards they would get by carrying dozens of tons of cargo?

Amid sparse applause, the orc stepped down from the stage and was replaced by an old man with a parrot on his shoulder, a wooden leg, and a tattered captain's hat.

He limped up, making Annan curious about when the pirates would come to Liberty City.

But some onlookers called him "Old Jack the Fishmonger".

"Contestant No. 564, what piece do you want to perform?"

"It's not me who's singing, it's this one." said Old Jack, the fishmonger, pointing at the colorful parakeet on his shoulder.

The parakeet spread its wings in unison and uttered a piercing scream: "Listen to me!"

"Stinky fish and rotten shrimp! Stinky fish and rotten shrimp!

Tavern poet, call mom!

Your rhyme is like the glare of a dead fish,

You are more shameful than me!"

Wow——

The crowd was shocked as they heard this kind of "song" for the first time, but a few people in the crowd dressed as sailors were shaking their heads to the rhythm.

The parakeet suddenly spread its wings and flew up, landing on the judges' table. Under the curious gaze of the judges, it paced with its wings folded behind its back and its beak open:

"Oh! Look at these sour poets,

The ink is worse than herring juice!

What about "Moonlight and Rose"?

The fish scales on my wings are shaking better than you!"

This may sound a bit harsh, but who would argue with a parrot in public?

"The elves stay at home all day,

The dwarves brewed wine so sour that it made their teeth fall out.

The poet's singing was applauded?

Listening to them recite poetry is like being in jail!

Why not listen to me frying a cutlassfish: remove the scales! Cut open the belly! Scrape the intestines! Three copper coins for two pieces! "

The parakeet took off again, circling above the stage, continuing to expand its attack range:

"You praise the noble lady's fragrance,

I curse the unscrupulous merchants for shortchanging us!

What a sonnet.

My rhyme comes with its own scale!

'The dog tides are unfaithful,'

'Asshole sea monster swallows anchor!'"

It suddenly flapped its wings and swooped down towards the crowd outside the stage. Everyone screamed and made way, watching the parakeet land on a wine barrel on a passing cart on the street.

"Ha! I just faked it and scared you enough!"

Dro!

It lowered its head and pecked at the wine barrel, then leaped over the heads of the crowd and returned to the shoulder of Old Jack, the fishmonger.

"Stinky fish and rotten shrimp! Stinky fish and rotten shrimp!

The poets have shrunk into quails!

What’s the brightest thing in the pub tonight?

It’s the parrot, Master!”

The parakeet placed its wings over its chest in an anthropomorphic salute.

The crowd gave warm applause. Let’s put aside the question of whether it sounded good or not, but this was much more exciting than that of other contestants.

Many businessmen also expressed their love for parrots and said they would not mind buying them if the price was right.

At this time, the three judges whispered to each other and raised the wooden signs with red crosses on them at the same time.

"The performance was great, but unfortunately it did not fit the purpose of the competition."

"You might as well let your parrot use its voice to its advantage instead of having it here...speaking."

"You are a contestant, it is not, it does not conform to the competition system, that's it."

Before the fishmonger Old Jack could say anything, the parakeet got angry and said, "You foolish humans! Sooner or later you will have to kneel before my paws and cry and admit your mistakes!"

The level of intelligence makes one wonder if there is someone's soul hidden in this parrot.

"Please contestant No. 565 come up."

The fishmonger Old Jack walked off the stage. He was more popular than any other singer who passed the audition. Many businessmen gathered around him to ask about the price.

"No, don't ask me. I don't sell humans!"

The parakeet flapped its wings and screamed, then lowered its head and pecked the dirty hand that was stretched out to it.

"What are you doing reaching out? Go back. This is a free city ruled by the wise and mighty Lord Annan. Do you still want to break the law?"

"I, I just touch it..."

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"You can't even touch me, you bastard!"

After finally squeezing through the crowd, a man in a black coat suddenly approached the fishmonger Old Jack. Looking at his makeup, Old Jack waved his hands repeatedly: "No, I don't need it, I'm too old to be hard anymore..."

"We're not selling the Philosopher's Stone." The man who had just been released from prison whispered, "We think your parrot's performance is great, and we'd like you to compose a song for us that you sing... that you rap... that you rap!"

…

The crowd was still savoring the performance just now when contestant No. 565... took the stage in a gradually quieting atmosphere.

The necromancer who came on stage with ten skeleton soldiers raised his face covered by his cloak and coughed heavily with a hoarse voice: "I am bringing the song, 'The Scream of Bones'!"

The skeletons broke off their ribs in unison, clicking to the beat of the rhythm.

“Ah ...

The necromancer screamed like a tearing scream.

People have more or less heard of choirs and choruses, but have never seen a skeleton choir that performs music by beating, stomping feet, and performing war dances.

The rough singing of the necromancer, which sounded like the friction of metal, could be called noise, but with the strange accompaniment, people could not help but shake their legs and want to jump and party along.

"Ah ...

When the song was over, the skeletons stood still.

The necromancer's cloak slipped off during his ecstatic singing, revealing his sweaty face.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, and his long gray hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his face.

After a moment's silence, the crowd suddenly burst into enthusiastic cheers.

Even though they don’t understand...but it makes their blood boil and they want to shout along, so it’s a good song!

"What's your name?" asked the judge sitting in the middle.

"Alsir." The necromancer said hoarsely.

The judges looked at each other and raised the green circle to indicate they had passed.

"It would be even better if skeletons could sing."

“The artistry is zero, but I give it full marks for creativity.”

"congratulations."

The standing skeletons suddenly stepped forward, lifted up Alcir, who was still catching his breath, and threw him into the air.

Annan smiled as he watched the scene: "Isn't this great? Flowers are blooming, and it's a lively scene."

The official was stunned: "Full of vitality...?"

"There's rap, there's death metal, and there's Martin, so why not give birth to...Martin?!"

Looking at contestant No. 566 walking onto the stage, Annan suddenly opened his eyes wide.