Alien world

Chapter 1429 63. Taking the first step towards diversification

As the former human king and current undead king, Skeleton King has been the monarch for hundreds of years, it is reasonable for him to be proficient in music.

Because of his status, the Skeleton King interacts with princes and nobles, eats delicious food, has rare treasures displayed in his palace, and listens to top opera singers.

Even if you put a farmer on stage, decades of exposure to the world will give him an extraordinary level of aesthetic taste.

The more Annan thought about it, the more he felt it was a suitable option, but he still had to ask the Skeleton King if he had the time.

After opening the portal to the kingdom of the dead, Annan was greeted by an old acquaintance whom he had not seen for a long time, the Puppet Lady.

After Annan expressed his request, Mrs. Puppet said that Annan had really found the right person. Even now, the Skeleton King still retains the habit of playing a song occasionally.

"What is Mr. Skeleton King playing? It can't be percussion music, right?" Annan joked, but unfortunately the real owner heard it.

"You can hear my voice, why can't you hear my singing?"

Annan was like Cathy who was caught by Mr. Swarlow, honest and well-behaved.

"Do you have time?"

"What do you want from me? Do you want me to create a theme song for your magic image?" The soul fire flickered in the Skeleton King's eyes.

"More importantly, I held an opera competition..."

Annan told the story again, and after listening, Skeleton King whispered, "Interesting, I am willing to be the judge."

"Great!"

This way, all five judges are present.

Myself, Faro, Bailey Knight, Siren, and Skeleton King correspond to the leader, the living, the academic, the alien, and the dead respectively.

Annan doesn’t know whether it is enough, but no one can attack “The People’s Singer” for not being inclusive.

Lack of name recognition? Annan and Faro can sell tickets just by going there. Lack of expertise? Let Madeline Jenkins speak to Bailey Knight! Not diverse enough? I even invited the tribes in the sea. Feel like something is missing? Even your dead friends are here!
"Mr. Annan Reeves..."

Mrs. Puppet is also very interested in "All People Singer". "Can I participate?"

"Of course, it would be even better if you could recommend a few more!"

Skeleton King had his own things to do, so he agreed to come back after the re-election.

After closing the portal, it was already dark outside before I knew it.

The theater square was still brightly lit, and bustling sounds could be heard from time to time.

After a busy day, Annan and his elder and second sisters finished their dinner and came to the garden.

The princess was arranged to receive treatment in front of the temple fragments, so Annan was the only one here.

Annan fell asleep peacefully on the recliner, with the starlight, the waves and occasional calls from afar as his pillow.

He had a dream that "Everyone's Singer" was going very smoothly, and it cultivated several famous stars in the Allen Continent, overshadowing the "Opera Contest" and easily won the naming rights of the champion.

But the person holding up the championship trophy was not a saint, but a bloated figure whose face was blurry and could not be seen clearly no matter how hard one looked.

The song it sang was not very nice. After it finished singing, it stood on the stage and said: "I am a biological man, a female psychologically, an orc, and an elf who likes the same sex."

The audience cheered and voted for it, and even the judges were no exception. Its votes instantly surpassed those of all the other contestants.

"No...it shouldn't be like this!"

Annan woke up with a scream.

It was still late at night, but the only sound was the sound of waves in the distance.

The otherworldly tree lowered a branch and brushed against Annan's head, as if asking, "Are you having a nightmare?"

"That's right..."

Annan turned over and continued to sleep. When he came back to his dream, he just opened his eyes and saw a vague bloated outline staring at him, shouting sharply: "Why can't this be done, you discriminatory, old-fashioned, conservative lord!"

……

The north is extremely cold, the south is extremely hot, and most of the places where people live on the continent of Allen are occupied by humans.

But there are always exceptions, and Conch City is one of them.

Because it is the only higher area in the swamp, the original pioneers established a gathering place here.

Its name fits its image very well - a spiral mountain.

But it has another more vivid nickname: the human nest.

The lower class people lived at the bottom of Conch City, ordinary people lived in the middle, and the nobles lived at the upper level.

Of course, if you are an imperial hater, you can say "Little Montreal Mountain" as long as you are not afraid of having your head chopped off by the imperialists passing by.

Because the swamp borders the most chaotic and disorderly open sea, every hurricane season, seawater will flow back and flood the bottom of Conch Mountain.

The nobles who are high above have eyes that are good at discovering beauty: the grayish-white calcareous rock layers have been corroded and carved by sea breeze and miasma for tens of millions of years, forming countless threads, and each groove is filled with salty and humid mist.

When the morning light melts the mist of the swamp, the fog on the top of the mountain will dissipate first, and they will see a magnificent rolling sea of ​​fog.

During the hurricane season, you can stay indoors and enjoy the sea view.

People who live in the middle and have a little money don't like the miasma and sea water because they can't go out and make money. But they feel happy when they think that there are people at the bottom who are worse off than them.

The poor at the bottom of society can only endure the miasma, poisonous insects and the rising sea water from the swamp.

The upper, middle and lower parts of Conch City are clearly divided, making it almost impossible to cross.

But the emergence of "All-People Singer" has brought some loosening to the unbreakable class.

"All People's Singer" is open to everyone, and the poor are no exception. The mayor of Conch City opened up the commercial street to the privileged, allowing the poor at the bottom to go to the commercial street.

So it became the only entertainment in the boring life of the poor.

The nobles also liked to watch, but how could they squeeze in with the dirty and smelly untouchables? In order to be reserved, they chose to book the second floor around the stage.

The contestants in the performances became their entertainment, and occasionally some nobles would give them some money and property out of sympathy or appreciation.

This caused the contestants' performances to gradually change - from simple singing to showing their talents, just to make the nobles happy.

The officials of Liberty City did not stop them. Anyway, even if they sang well, they would not be able to pass the second round of selection. It was better to let them perform and provide material for the Philosopher's Stone.

At the registration office on Conch City Commercial Street, two ragged children, not even as tall as the table, came over holding hands.

"I, I want to sign up." said the taller boy.

"Where are your parents?" the staff asked.

"No……"

Seeing their dirty appearance, the staff had the answer in mind: "What's your name?"

"My name is Jacket!" the little boy said loudly.

"Jacket...? Or Jack?"

"Well...it's Jack!" said the little boy after thinking for a while.

The staff member lowered his head and wrote down the name. The little boy asked nervously, "If I sign up, can I get food?"

"Yes, you have to fill your stomach first. You won't perform well if you are hungry." The staff member said with a gentle smile.

(End of this chapter)