Alien world

Chapter 1433 67. Happy New Year, Taidel
Teddel also felt that he was overthinking.

There is no way that there is a second World Tree in Allen's world, and it is in the hands of humans...

Arrogance made her imperceptible, separated by an invisible but certainly existing film.

"Is Yi Ruilanze okay?"

"She eats well, sleeps well, and can tease me when she has nothing to do."

Annan joked, and listening to Taidel's faint smile on the other side, he suddenly realized that the elf elder was actively trying to find a topic to talk about.

"Teddle..."

"what?"

"Tell me, will the elves attack Liberty City one day in the future?"

"That day will never come. Elves are not you people..." Teddel swallowed the rest of his words.

Annan exhaled as he completed the conversation in his mind:

"Humans do like to start wars, but it's because we are short-lived and so we chase after the fleeting flash of light like a spark."

"So you are able to create works of art that are beyond the reach of even elves in your short lifespan. This is something I have never been able to understand."

"Because we have abilities that even the gods envy."

"ability?"

Annan was lying on the guardrail, just like Olmedo a few minutes ago.

“Death is not a tragedy for us, but a symbol that we once existed and left our footprints in the world.”

"Because life is a cycle for you. When you die, your soul returns to the World Tree and becomes a new you to experience this world again. So change is unacceptable to you."

"You are doing the same thing as the elves ten thousand years ago, and the elves ten thousand years later are doing the same thing as you. You have trapped yourself in this system."

"Humans envy the elves and yearn for the immortals to have almost infinite life. In my opinion, you should envy us."

“Because we are limited, we rush forward amidst the pressing death and aging, trying our best to emit the last ray of light.”

"It's a novel idea, like a motto." Teddel did not object, but instead said it in agreement.

The more Annan thought about it, the more regrettable he felt.

Their friendship has nothing to do with race, but they are united by the same aspirations. It's just a pity...the positions behind them make it almost impossible for them to be together.

Taidel also vaguely sensed something and fell silent.

"I hope we won't have a day of war, Tedel, happy new year."

……

Late at night, Liberty City gradually fell asleep, leaving only the dock busy day and night with the waves.

As soon as the sun rose, Liberty City became lively again.

Housewives get up early to buy vegetables at the market, cattle farmers push their milk carts along the street to sell them, and children go to school with sleepy eyes.

But the busiest place is still the commercial street because the rematch has begun.

The competition rules were no different from the auditions, and it still took place in the square in front of the theater and there were still three judges, but it became suddenly stricter, and previously slight off-tune performances and talent without singing skills being allowed through were no longer allowed.

After all, one thousand people have to be selected from two hundred thousand contestants, and there are only five places for each commercial street on average.

The commercial street also thoughtfully added a new waiver area next to the registration area, allowing those contestants who are just there to join in the fun to give up.

These are all things that happened outside the stage. Inside the stage, the contestants did their best to advance to the top 1000 and win the prize. On Huadu Commercial Street, "Iris" McKinney, who is as famous as "Swan Neck" Katerina, sang on the stage, and the windows on the second floor around her were almost full of nobles.

On the Silstovis Commercial Street, Sienna's sister Esher Waters sang loudly, but unfortunately she was not selected because she was not as good as a professional opera singer.

On Montreal's shopping street, the contestants and the audience had a conflict and quarrel. The judge shook his head and gave a "no" to the contestant, but the contestant didn't care. He turned his head and looked at the guy who laughed at him, then jumped off the stage and beat him up. I can lose the game today, but the bitch must die!
In the commercial street of Conch City, a noble lady with heavy makeup was singing on the stage. Not far away, Bean was teaching "Ruth" to practice the tones of "ah ah oh oh".

At the commercial street on the border of the Kingdom of Paem, a passing bard was playing a lute and singing. The judges and the audience lost their luster at his singing and raised the wooden signs of passing woodenly.

On the commercial street of the Perkins family territory in the Lake of Ten Thousand Lakes, members of the Church of Wealth on the stage led the believers in the audience to sing praises to the Son of God. The judges had no doubt and voted unanimously in favor.

In the Southern Islands, a silver dragon stood on the stage, almost taking up the entire area. Its scales sparkled as brightly as a stream in the sun, and its melodious chanting made the audience speechless.

The judges applauded with tears in their eyes and gave the candidate a pass without any doubt, because they knew that their lord loved the female dragon the most.

The rematch will last for three days. Annan took a break from his busy schedule and held Lily in his arms, lying in the rocking chair under the World Tree.

There was a sound of footsteps approaching in the distance, and Annan raised his head vigilantly - he saw that it was not the elf mentor who was walking towards him, but Olmedo.

"Are you here to slack off too?"

Olmedo shook his head and threw a newspaper into Annan's chest.

"Look at this."

Annan stopped shaking, continued to stroke Lily's head with one hand, and picked up the newspaper with the other hand and shook it open.

"We firmly resist the desecration of art in Liberty City"

Annan glanced at the title of the newspaper, Art Newspaper… no wonder.

The city of art finally couldn't sit still anymore.

After all, if they don't do something, the limelight will be stolen by "The People's Singer".

Even if their average level is higher than here, how can the volume of voice they create compare to that of the 200,000 contestants from all over the world, not to mention that those who consider themselves artists simply disdain to receive the same "rude" cheers and publicity as ordinary people.

The entire article in "The Art Newspaper" was attacking "Everyone Singer", satirizing that art cannot be created by just finding a bunch of people who know nothing about music. It also mocked them for actually letting the rat man take the stage, which was a complete disgrace.

"Liberty City is still continuing their tradition - believing that numbers alone can achieve their goals."

Then they laughed at their championship, saying that it didn’t count at all, and they even gave out runner-up and third place awards.

In addition, The Art Newspaper also attacked the savings bank, implying that the prize money of "The People's Singer" was embezzled from depositors.

Although Annan could still enjoy watching the clown before, attacking the savings bank would touch his sore spot.

Although the savings bank is thriving, it is operating on thin ice from top to bottom - after all, Annan withdrew 750 million Kinnars.

Annan really felt guilty and was really worried about a stampede.

wow-

After opening the newspaper, Annan sat up and said, "Do we have any believers in the City of Art? Let them start a jihad!"

"Are you sure?"

"……uncertain."

It’s not that Annan wanted to let them go, but he just didn’t want the believers to lose their lives in vain.

But Annan was not going to swallow this anger.

If I can’t offend the Elf Royal Court, then I can’t offend your City of Art?
(End of this chapter)