Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 147 Concert

I have to say, it is very cool to see two dragons, one gold and one red, walking on the road.

Everyone knows that there is a red dragon who runs a factory in Winter City. Today, a golden dragon appeared. Passers-by who saw it couldn't help but curiously guess her origins.

Fortunately, the species with the word "dragon" in their names are well-known, so some people stayed far away to take pictures, and no one dared to come up and make trouble.

The consequences of this bite are much more serious than a bite from a dog.

The concert was held on the shallows of the river. The space was spacious enough to accommodate thousands of people dancing to the music.

There are many workers busy on the river, all collecting and storing ice for the reconstruction of the ice and snow park next year.

If you cover yourself with a quilt in a cool place and add a little magic, nearly 80% of the moisture will remain even after the entire summer.

In this way, before the river freezes completely next year, we can use the stored ice to start building ice sculptures, and the park can open earlier.

There is no work in Winter City at the moment. Anyone who can swing a hammer or chisel is working on the ice. It costs 10 copper coins a day to mine ice.

Two workers who took a break chatted while watching the dense crowd gradually gathering on the river beach.

"Can you understand what they're singing?"

"What's there to not understand? I can also sing the ice-harvesting song." He was referring to the theme song from Frozen that is often played at music events.

"Who asked you that? I said they made a lot of noise, clanging and roaring."

The acceptance of drow rock has not yet spread to all ages.

"Who cares about that? We don't understand much about what young people like now."

"Oh my god, am I dazzled?" He pointed at the two golden and red figures on the ice wall, "Are those two dragons coming here to listen to the music?"

"Maybe it's evolution." The man who spoke took a big puff of his pipe. Ever since he found out that a lot of people came to the North for tourism, he was no longer surprised by anything.

Where can you go to seek justice when you come here for tourism?

"What? Evolution?"

"Don't you know that a great scholar has made a conjecture that all species evolve little by little, and the parts of your offspring that you use more often will be more developed."

"Nonsense! If that means I've been a blacksmith all my life, my son will be born with thick arms, right?" He scoffed at such statements.

"Why are you in such a hurry with me? Go debate with the Grand Secretary and have a public debate in the newspaper. If you win the debate, you will get a reward and your son won't have to work as a blacksmith anymore."

"If I could write so many words, I would go," said the blacksmith.

Nowadays, life is becoming more and more inconvenient if you are illiterate. You need to be literate everywhere, such as in newspapers, magic videos, games, and social circles.

Even the workers in Drogo's factory prefer those who can read, because they can earn a few more copper coins per week than these illiterate people.

It is impossible for him not to be jealous. In the past, he couldn't understand why someone who could recognize a few words could earn more than him.

My father is a blacksmith, and my grandfather is also a blacksmith. This business has been passed down from generation to generation. Thanks to his honesty and good craftsmanship, he has a very good reputation in the city.

In his eyes, the skills of those young blacksmiths in the factory were far inferior to his.

Later he found out that those guys could make new things just by looking at blueprints, but if he wanted to make something he had never seen before, he could only figure it out bit by bit based on the description.

He has some skills.

He also wanted to learn, and money was a must, so he enrolled in the night school run by the Drogo factory.

However, he overestimated his studious nature. In addition, night school was held at night, so he would go in awake every time and sleep until he heard the bell for the end of get out of class.

So far, I have only learned how to write my own name, and I asked the teacher about this at the end of the first class.

But it also allowed him to pretend to be a cultured person in the blacksmith trade.

Others sign large orders by leaving fingerprints, but he can sign.

"The priests in the church would definitely like to debate with him. Who knows, this scholar might just disappear from the face of the earth one day."

The blacksmiths' entire complaint against the church came from their dissatisfaction with the fact that they did not have to pay taxes.

“I’d like you to read more books. Those who believe that the goddess of magic created everything with magic are only the orthodox faction in the church.

"There is also the New Lord sect that claims that the Goddess of Magic only created magic and is part of the world, while everything else is born naturally, so other gods are useless." "That bachelor is funded by the New Lord sect, and he wants to prove that alien gods are useless." He tapped his pipe and prepared to continue working. There would be subsidies for working overtime at night.

"Yes, you know it best. If you know so much, why don't you earn extra money by harvesting ice like me?" The blacksmith retorted indignantly.

Just as the two were about to walk deeper into the river, a call came from the shore.

"Hello, can I ask how much it costs to collect ice?"

Looking back, I saw several young men and women wearing expensive furs.

The two looked at each other, not understanding why these people who spent a lot of money to come to this shabby place were asking this. It didn't seem like they were short of 10 copper coins a day.

But out of politeness, the blacksmith replied: "10 copper coins during the day, and 5 copper coins more at night."

Refers to the subsidy for working overtime until 10 o'clock at night.

"Here you go." The young man said and took out 15 copper coins.

The blacksmith didn't understand.

"Go on, didn't you say it would be 15 copper coins at night? Give me the tool and let's play with ice harvesting. How do you use this thing? Teach me quickly." The young man urged.

The two people on the river looked at each other again, feeling full of questions about this world.

"What else can we do? Just go ahead. The dragons have come to listen to the songs. What else have they not seen?" he urged the blacksmith. "If you don't want it, I will."

The evening breeze blew and the sky gradually darkened.

The night was obviously colder than the day, and the crowd attending the music event was packed tightly together like a group of penguins.

But the cold temperature couldn't freeze their passion that had nowhere to go.

Several beams of light shot into the night sky, and the crowd cheered, announcing that the show was about to begin.

Sitting on the ice wall, Drogo, who had the only high view in the audience, took out an alchemical glow stick from the treasure chest monster next to him. It was a cold ice blue color.

It is forbidden to use levitation to prop yourself up in the venue, but Drogo and Flynn can fly, which makes the ice wall seat look very noble.

"Here." Drogo handed the glow stick to Flynn.

"what is this?"

"It's for cheering. We'll wave it up when we sing later to create an atmosphere. This is the limited edition color of Underground Abandoned, and it sold to fans for a lot of money." Drogo explained.

"You really know how to make money." Fulin exclaimed sincerely.

"Thank you for the compliment."

With the crowd cheering, the performance officially began.

The song "Let it Go" sounded, and a masked female singer walked onto the stage.

Now this song is basically considered the representative song of the North and is played every day. It just used to be played at the end of the show in the past few days. It can be called "Unforgettable Tonight in the North", but now it is used as the opening song.

There are two extra-large curtain walls on both sides of the stage, which can magnify and display the images on the stage in real time.

As the song entered the chorus, the singer took off his mask and the audience's chorus immediately turned into screams.

It turned out to be the actress who played Elsa, Gerda herself.

After the song, Gerda calmed down her breathing a little. Although she had practiced rigorously, she still had some difficulty singing the song.

After a few seconds, he said with great momentum: "Good evening, Winter City."

The greeting spread throughout the venue through the power of the loudspeaker, and was then drowned out by the audience's applause and cheers.

After waiting for nearly two minutes, the audience calmed down a little.

"Thank you all for coming to the North," Gerda continued, "To express our gratitude, we have prepared more surprises for you today."

Suddenly, a strong strumming sound of an electric piano was heard.

"Let us welcome the best Zhuoer band, the representative of rock music, and the underground abandoned child who leads the music trend!"

(End of this chapter)