Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 12 Renting a House and Online Classes

For a moment, Loren wasn't even sure who was more abstract.

The question is whether to choose a church where the lower race of pig-headed people are castrators, or to become a pig-headed castrator in the church.

Not to mention, this kind of thing actually happened five hundred years after the Federation was established?

Is this still modern?

Castrated boys were boys with loud voices who were castrated before puberty. This caused changes in their sex hormones, narrowing their vocal tracts and allowing them to expand their vocal range.

In addition to their enormous lung capacity and vocal volume, they possessed extraordinary voices that surpassed those of ordinary people.

These are typically used in church choirs, but are usually only found in local chapels.

After all, there are extraordinary people in the cathedral.

Not to mention, there's also the existence of magic crystal technology, which means that many things that originally required a huge price can now be solved with just a little effort.

Loren had always thought that castrated actors should have been swept into the dustbin of history long ago with the progress of the times.

Not to mention he's a pig-headed man, one of those pig-headed men who are as horribly hungry as teddy bears in that area.
Furthermore, what kind of church would allow pig-headed people to mingle in the choir, even if they were castrated?

Could it be the church of the Pig-Headed God?
Loren was completely stunned by the news. He turned his questioning gaze back to the owner who was grilling skewers.

"Could you tell me more about Old Oone's story, and also grill me a plate of mushrooms? I can eat them standing here."

Loren stood by the oven, the smoky aroma comforting him. His curiosity had been piqued by this cannibal uncle, and he found himself in a story-listening mode.

"Actually, there's not much to say; it's just a tragedy."

The cannibal uncle silently grilled the skewers and brushed on the seasoning, but finally, he slowly opened his mouth.

"Old Eunice was very talented at singing when he was young, and he won first prize in a local choir competition."

“Logically speaking, he could have gone to the nearby regional hub church for further studies, and who knows, he might have become someone like you, a strong person.”

"If he were a human, everything would be fine."

"But he's a pig-headed man."

"Everyone knows that pig-headed people experience a rapid increase in body size after puberty, develop a strong body odor, have intense sexual desires, become unclean, and their voices may also change as a result."

"So he was not selected."

"The one chosen was the second-place candidate whose skills were inferior to his; he was a human, and now the headmaster of the choir at the Hub Church."

"Old Ou was furious and swore to the priest that his voice would never change."

But nobody believed him.

"The next day, a pig-headed imp walked into the church carrying a string of bloody things."

That's all I know.

"Hmm...did he become a choir singer?"

Loren hesitated for a moment before asking.

Although he most likely already knew the answer.

"Of course not. Once the higher-ups make a decision, it won't be changed because of a mere pig-headed man."

"Besides, he's emotionally unstable and has a pig's head; who would want him?"

The cannibal uncle sighed, seemingly lost in thought.

"Tsk."

Loren smacked his lips. Although he was somewhat surprised, considering his ten years of experience living in the lower city of Linyue, he thought it made sense.

After all, this is how life is for the lower races in the lower city. They struggle to survive under the pressure of the arrogant higher races, such as the elves, and the larger groups of ordinary races, such as humans and dwarves.

Whether they are ogres, pig-headed men, or orcs, their lives and daily routines are like this, facing perpetual discrimination.

Although the Federation claims to be racially equal, in the lower city, almost no one believes in it.

Fortunately, I am a dragon, a standard superior race.

Although the old guard has greatly diminished its influence in the Federation, the Ancient Dragons remain an important part of the Federation's fighting force and a force to be reckoned with.

After finishing the last plate of grilled mushrooms, Loren paid the bill and headed to the street the other party had mentioned.

Loren immediately spotted the old One that the other person was talking about; he was a creature much smaller than the other pig-headed men.

He sat hunched over in a recliner, squinting at the front of the room, lost in thought.

"Hello, are you Lao Ou Nei? I'd like to stay somewhere. I was recommended by the Black Stone BBQ place over there."

Loren gently spoke to wake the other person.

Old Eunice turned his head and glanced at Loren, then after a brief look, he spoke fluently.
"The daily rent is 25, the monthly rent is 22, and the annual rent is 20. One month's rent as deposit and one month's rent in advance, is that alright?"

"No problem, please show me the apartment."

After a brief moment of thought, Loren spoke, and the old pig-headed man rose shakily. His gait was unnatural, as if even after so much time had passed, his body still remembered that loss.

However, that's not the most important thing.

Loren smelled the familiar sulfur scent on the other person, a mark of the depths of hell.

Clearly, sometime after being rejected by the church, the castrato fell into depravity.

However, things are different now. As long as the believers in Hell and the Abyss do not cause trouble and quietly accept the annual faith survey and the patrolmen's return visit, there will be no problems.

That's how it is in civilized times; as long as you pay your taxes on time, there's nothing to worry about.

Loren arrived at the room Old O'Neill had arranged for him. It was a fairly spacious one-bedroom apartment in the lower city. Although it was not decorated or furnished, and did not have a separate toilet, Loren was a dragon and a mage.

Dragons have such a powerful digestive system that they can even digest and absorb stones. With the aid of magic, they can basically only take in and not give out.

All you need to do is occasionally detox at the black market and sell a concentrated dragon dung extract.

Surprisingly, it's selling quite well.

Loren paid the money with satisfaction, went inside, and locked the door.

He then took out all the items he had hidden in his abdominal space, piled them up in a corner, and then took out his portable magic crystal terminal.

He's going to start taking online classes.

After all, I haven't studied yet today. Not having class or studying for a day feels like ants are crawling all over me!
I want to learn!

"Protective barrier, silencing barrier, signal enhancement barrier, activate!"

With practiced hand seals and incantations, Loren cast a spell while simultaneously entering the online learning key he had purchased into the online learning platform.

With a flash of blue light, a woman with a devilishly hot figure, and indeed possessing devilish curved horns, appeared, wielding a giant chainsaw sword as tall as herself...

Okay, so that's a projection of a female fire demon, appearing above the terminal.

Good evening, my lovely little red dragon!

The projection greeted Loren enthusiastically.

"Good evening, Flame Lord teacher."

Loren responded with a smile.

(End of this chapter)