Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 83 Zhuo-style bully
In a remote alley in the Drow city-state, several Drow cornered another member of their own race.

He doesn’t look very old, 68, he looks like a child.

"What are you doing here, freak! This is our territory!"

The leading and strongest boy pretended to be vicious and spoke to the skinny drow who was trapped in the corner.

In the absence of extraordinary power, tonnage is the guarantee of strength in hand-to-hand combat.

The guy whose forearms were thicker than the other drow's calves was clearly very secure.

If he played football, he would definitely be a quarterback, and his girlfriend is on the cheerleading team.

"Listen carefully, the queen and the red dragon Drogo are going to hold a super high-level concert. All drow who can sing will be in attendance, but guess who is not invited?"

There was also a very perceptive supporting actor in the group who immediately picked up the conversation.

"It's you!"

"Hahaha..." accompanied by a burst of laughter that was obviously not funny, but people had to laugh to appear more "cool".

Then, he made pretended ferocious body movements, as if suffering from a sudden illness.

"Take your old guitar and go home, you skinny monkey who can only play a few chords."

"Don't hide in your room and cry secretly by yourself."

"Oh! You frightened him."

"The High Priest is here!" a shout came from outside the alley.

When the group of children heard the sound, they looked at Zhuo Er who was huddled in the corner and spat in disdain.

"Let's go and prepare ourselves. Maybe we can be chosen by Lord Drogo."

After saying that, he walked out of the alley in a casual manner.

It's the kind of posture where they hunch their backs, stretch their necks, put their hands in their pockets but make sure their elbows are open, as if their non-existent latissimus dorsi muscles prevent them from clasping their arms, and walk forward with their legs bowed and their feet kicked outward.

If there is any garbage, small stones or the like on the route, we must kick them away.

However, this kind of person usually cannot remain arrogant for more than a few years.

When you get older, it will be difficult to continue your studies, so you have to seize the opportunity to enter the factory.

Afterwards, you will either repent and want to beat up your younger self.

Either you don't repent, or you can only say that you have it in this life.

Nor did they leave because the priests would deal with bullying among the children.

This is the Zhuoer. Bullying the weak is the ancestral way and it cannot be changed.

Neutral evil, social progress per capita.

Simply because when the priest is traveling, all the drow he sees must greet him, otherwise they will be whipped.

At this time, in the alley.

"They didn't do anything to you, did they, Xiaode?"

The drow friends who were blocked just now rushed in, and it was naturally them who shouted that the priest was coming.

"Ha, Priest, that's a good excuse," the drow called Druid flexed his muscles that were stiff due to nervousness, "If the priest really knew about this, you would be whipped."

"My aunt won't beat me."

"Oh, I forgot. I apologize. Please forgive my rudeness, dear noble lady."

Although he was the one being rescued, he acted like a debtor.

It could be because they are assholes, or it could be that they are using aggression to cover up their deep inferiority complex.

"Xiao De! You are not allowed to call me like that!" The girl looked angry.

Judging from her dress, she is obviously the one with the most special identity among the friends.

But she is very concerned about her own peculiarity.

"I'm sorry," Xiao De turned away and apologized, "I have to go to a concert."

"What concert?"

"The concert given by the Queen and Drogo, of course."

"Weren't you invited?"

"So what? Maybe I'll be chosen by Drogo? Are you guys coming with me?"

Xiao De was obviously angry with the group of drow just now. But being chosen by Drogo was indeed a good place to go. In the minds of drow, it was a good job second only to being a priest.

But since only women can be priests, serving Drogo is the only choice for every male drow.

Drow City-State (×)
Zhuoge Group Talent Market (√)

Following the ancient red dragon to rob the world is absolutely evil and very prestigious.

Although in recent days, Zhuoer, who works away from home and comes back to visit his relatives, never mentions what he is doing.

However, because I got back more gold coins than before, I still felt proud.

"Of course, we are a band!" The girl responded very actively.

"But can we be selected? Our performance of Zhuoer's Movement was not very good, or even quite bad," said another friend unconfidently.

In fact, they are not bad, and their basic skills are even quite solid. They just don't stand out compared to the highly inward-looking Zhuoer Music.

What’s even worse is that the voice of the lead singer, Djokovic, is totally inconsistent with the traditional aesthetic of the elves.

As a school teacher put it, it was like a rolled dagger being sharpened on a rusty old shield.

But Xiao De himself felt pretty good about it. He insisted that it was a powerful singing style, but he just hadn't found an audience that appreciated it yet.

"No, we want to sing the songs we wrote ourselves," Xiao De said firmly.

"Then be prepared to be scolded."

The songs of this fan band are not highly regarded within Zhuoer.

The reason is very simple. The arrangements of these songs are a bit too thin compared to the elf music. Usually only a few chords are used, and there are many repeated passages.

The technical level is low.

The only advantage is that the emotions are very full, so full that it feels a bit like venting.

The band members brought not-so-sophisticated instruments, including a double bass, a drum set, and an arpeggio, all of which were cheap goods commonly found in street shops. In jargon, they were barely better than fire sticks. The drum set was even something they had collected themselves.

The group hurried to the Queen's Theatre.

The concert was held in the square in front of the theater. It was a selection and in addition to the singers, it was also crowded with people watching the excitement.

Xiao De and his friends squeezed to the closest position thanks to their small size and agility.

"Is that Drogo?" Druid looked at the red figure beside the queen with some curiosity.

"That should be the case, right?" The band members were not sure either.

The scene of such a small kid attacking cities and seizing territories is a bit funny no matter how you think about it.

The selection process started a while ago.

Xiao De was watching the Zall performance in the square, and the more he listened, the more disappointed he felt.

Although he didn't like the songs in the Zhuoer movement very much, he had to admit that the level of the woman singing was much higher than theirs.

Even so, Drogo, sitting on the high platform, still shook his head.

If this doesn't work, it would be even more ridiculous for their band to go.

Djokovic is scared. He came here because he was too excited. Now his enthusiasm for three-pointers has mostly faded.

The plan was to rush directly to the square to perform, so as long as we didn't rush in, we wouldn't fail.

reasonable.

Xiao De was about to go back, but when he turned around, he unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

The group of drow that cornered themselves in the alley.

It turned out that they were not invited either, they were just audience members like him.

Being slapped in the face is an important demand of intelligent creatures.

The impulse that was about to subside suddenly reached its peak again.

Just as Zall finished his performance on the field, Djokovic rushed directly into the field.

The whole audience looked at him.

"Snapped!"

He lost control of the piano and it fell to the ground and broke.

Drogo and the Queen looked over at the same time, and at that moment, Drogo wanted to die.

(End of this chapter)