Guild Boss's Ambition

However, the existence value of any language is based on the same consensus.

Even though Lian'er has learned sign language now, she can only communicate with me.

Therefore, if you want to teach, you can’t just teach Lian’er alone.

There are two main types of people with disabilities who benefit from sign language: the deaf and the non-verbal.

“Write a whole book on sign language.”

I stared at Lian'er and had this idea in mind.

The thought was as light as a feather, but it created huge waves in my heart.

The fire mage's fireball is very powerful.

The warriors' axes are unstoppable.

The assassin's blade is like a snake or a scorpion.

But the most powerful weapon remains the human word.

And I am going to bring a whole new language to people.

Just for this reason, I am willing to be assigned to this strange world by fate.

Wulan has grown up and found someone she can trust, but there are many more people in this world who need me.

I can use the recipe of Morningstar's wine to save a declining guild, I can use those time-traveling problems to stimulate the inspiration of professors in the academy, I can use my own ethics to monitor a dangerous necromancer, I can even provide the concepts of nuclear fission and nuclear fusion to the goblins and let them develop weapons of world destruction.

I am like a disseminator of civilization.

My heart was filled with a sense of mission.

I took out a brand new blank notebook and while teaching Lian'er the sign language to communicate with me, I wrote the meaning of the sign language in the notebook. When the recording crystal arrives tomorrow, I can record the images of the hand movements to supplement it.

If running the stone house is my game, then spreading sign language this time is my sincere wish.

I want to fulfill my own wish in order to fulfill the wishes of more people.

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8. Piano practice (Blanny)

(Branny Erhard)

"Well, you seem to have made a lot of progress recently. How about going to the streets to see how people react?"

Because of what teacher Isabella said, I came to the street in front of the stone house holding the lyre I had just ordered.

There is a fountain in the middle of the street, and horse-drawn carriages occasionally pass by on both sides of the fountain.

I sat on the stone slab of the pond, took out my lyre, and then placed the case not far in front of me like a street performing bard, using it as a collection box for tips from the audience.

Before I even plucked the strings of the zither, people around me began to look at me expectantly.

I felt nervous because of other people's expectations.

This was my first time performing a skill in public.

I thought I wouldn't be stage fright, but I overestimated myself in the end.

I subconsciously postponed the performance time and checked my lyre and my own costume several times, but my nervousness did not ease at all. Instead, I became more anxious and afraid of failure.

"No, Berlane, you can't back down."

I looked up at the signboard on the stone house and found a reason to play the piano and the confidence to perform.

I calmed myself down, and put my hands on the strings. My long nails gave me a familiar touch with the strings.

At this time, I would not have the idea that there would be next chance if I failed, because I knew I had the ability to succeed, otherwise Teacher Isabella would not let me go out and make a fool of myself, which was very different from her gentle and elegant demeanor. The teacher was very strict with me, and unless I fully grasped every note, she would never nod in approval.

The teacher always speaks seven words with a gentle smile.

——It’s rotten, start over again.

"Is there anyone in the world who is more demanding than the teacher?"

“So, there’s no need for me to be afraid.”

I was calm and had absolute confidence.

I plucked the strings, and the moment the sound was transmitted, the world seemed to have a different texture.

The song is about a few migratory birds flying far away together.

Some adventurers who had left their hometowns stopped their steps and fell silent. The small sound of the piano in my hand became clearer. The good atmosphere gradually brought me into the scene and state of mind of "Houwu", and there was a bit more freehand and poetic feeling between my fingers.

I think this will be a great debut.

But the variables came to me.

A clown wearing a white jade mask suddenly fell out of the crowd.

As I played the lyre, she stood in front of the lyre, facing my audience, and began to dance rhythmically to the beat of "Migratory Birds", as if she were a beautiful migratory bird flying low in the sky, sometimes turning around and sometimes leaping with her arms outstretched, which drew waves of applause from the audience.

She’s stealing my stage.

However, there was nothing I could do about it.

Should I stop playing to condemn this uninvited guest who showed up halfway?

But if I do that, I'll feel like I've lost something.

After all, this place is not my own private space. Even if the clown dances in front of me, it is his own business. I have no right to interfere with her freedom of performance. Thinking deeper, this may be because my piano skills are not as good as her dancing.

The only way to take back this stage is to use better skills than the opponent.

The audience has sharp eyes. Since they allow the existence of clowns, it means that clowns are suitable for this stage.

Now I am unable to fight against this powerful clown and can only silently accompany her and watch her performance.

She was dancing briskly, but she was not just dancing. She was interacting with the audience skillfully, like deliberately making a superficial mistake after a backflip, and then returning to the beat of the dance with her flexible and gorgeous figure at the moment when everyone exclaimed. There was no doubt that she was a veteran of street performances.

Finally, she danced to the song "Migratory Birds" and won the applause of the audience.

I was completely defeated by her.

But she didn't seem satisfied with it, or, she didn't want to confront me at all.

After the piano music stopped, she suddenly became quiet.

Just like a mechanical puppet that has lost its spring power, it stands on one foot in a strange posture within the audience's sight.

Suddenly, she fell to the side, her posture still as stiff as a statue.

I seemed to realize her intention and plucked the still strings again.

This time it was the "March of the Knights of Fortune". Different from the nostalgia of "Migratory Birds", this was an inspiring and awe-inspiring piece of music. The notes full of righteousness seemed to have inspired the dead clown, making her move again. Her movements were exaggerated and cheerful, just like a soldier marching in circles, and a sergeant with funny behavior.

Of course, in the eyes of some people, this sergeant is not lovable at all.

For example, the innocent passerby whose feather hat was suddenly stolen by Miss Clown.

For example, the wizard who was pulled out by Miss Clown to march together.

It was also like the beast soul magic sword that she used as a ceremonial weapon to perform fancy tossing and catching.

In short, you must be mentally prepared to watch a clown performance. When we are making fun of others one moment, we may have to entertain others in public the next moment. If you can't resist the clown's little pranks and get angry at her, then they will instantly become the most miserable characters in the world and kneel down to beg for mercy. They are so shameless that you will be amused and speechless.

Our performance once again won a lot of applause. I knew most of it was for her, but I also thought that I didn’t have the talent to win the praise of more than 300 people with just one song.

After I finished playing the piece, I felt a little discouraged, so I prepared to pack up my belongings and go back to the bell tower to meet Teacher Isabella.

The masked clown also took off her boots, saluted, and asked the audience for a reward.

Adventurers are generally very generous. The sound of coins jingling in her boots kept coming from her. I quietly walked through the crowd in this bustle and left the scene, like a tourist who had never performed on the street.

I ducked into a dark alley and stopped.

My heart is filled with resentment.

Even the decline of the Stone House did not make me so sad.

Huh──

I let out a long breath.

I was thinking about whether I should go to the boxing gym and find a punching bag to vent my anger.

But suddenly there were footsteps coming from behind.

It was a blond man with shifty eyes and a small dagger in his hand.

What a bloody scene.

But it came just in time.

I gently put down the violin bag and freed my left hand.

"Hehehe, cute little girl, do you know that it is very dangerous to run around in Mopolis City? And you should also understand what will happen next? If you can cooperate obediently, you don't have to endure that - Woohoo!"

Unfortunately, before I could throw a right hook at the blond man, he was knocked down by a figure that fell from the sky.

That colorful clown lady not only arbitrarily occupied my stage, but even wanted to take away the legal sandbag sent to me by God. Does she want to go against me with all her heart?

I stared quietly at the clown lady who was following me.

She pushed the white jade mask onto her head.

Then a full-face hood similar to flesh-colored stockings was revealed.

Then, she took great pains to remove the somewhat perverted hood and revealed her true face.

She is a blue-haired girl with fox ears. She has deep and beautiful features. The tip of her nose has a cute pink tint due to the cold. She looks extremely smart, yet unpredictable and cunning.

"Ms. Iceberg, you forgot your gold coins."

She stood on one leg, on the back of the blond man, and showed me with a bright smile that she was holding a boot in her hand.

She probably wanted to share the gold coins with me.

"No, they're all yours."

I declined her kindness, picked up my guitar bag, and turned to leave.

Suddenly, I heard a few light footsteps behind me, and in the blink of an eye, she blocked my way.

"Miss Iceberg, why are you so icy?"

She bent down and tried to take off my shoes.

Who wants to put gold coins in shoes like her!

I was speechless and kept backing away.

However, she never gave up and tried to take off my shoes.

"The clown is a troublesome creature."

I wrote this entry into the encyclopedia in my mind, and at the same time, I kept retreating, thinking about how to deal with this weird clown. Unfortunately, before I could come up with a solution, my shoe stepped on the belly of the blond man, causing half of my foot to sink into his body fat, and then I lost my balance and fell backwards -

"Beware!"

Miss Clown caught me just in time.

Unfortunately, she grabbed my thighs and held me upside down in mid-air.

The beauty under my skirt was immediately visible to her.

She whistled hatefully, with the boot full of gold coins on her head in a funny way.

I warned her with a cold look: "Put me down now!"

She smiled, put me down and took my shoes.

Ding ding ding ding ding──

She poured half of the gold in her boot into my shoe.

Instead of returning the shoes to me immediately, she asked about my identity first.

"What's your name?"

I looked at her expression and saw a pair of hopeful eyes.