Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

The stag cart came to the entrance of a corridor, and the maid told Glenn to park the cart there, and someone would take it away later.

Glenn naturally did so.

Then the two of them walked into the corridor, came to a staircase leading upwards, and stepped onto the stairs.

Occasionally, a servant would hurry up and down, and Glen would take a look.

This was his habit, to gain information through observation.

A burst of piano sound came, which sounded extremely awkward.

Piano? There was already a piano at this time? Yes, there is indeed information about the piano in the original owner's memory... Well, but I don't know who played it, and the technique is not very skillful...

Glenn's questions were soon answered.

Because he followed the maid into a wide hall, where a group of familiar people were talking around a piano whose shape was slightly different from what Glenn remembered from his previous life.

The one playing was Pernas, and he looked like a musician.

Bonnie was the first to notice Glenn coming in, and she shouted in surprise, "Mr. Glenn! You're here!"

Her words immediately attracted the attention of others, and immediately many eyes looked over at her.

"Hello, kids!" Glenn said in the tone of an adult talking to children.

Bonnie, who rushed forward first, immediately changed her hug into a pat and said angrily, "How many years older are you than us? And we are not children!"

Originally, Bonnie wasn't supposed to be here, but after hearing Leila's story about the blonde lady's last thrilling experience, she felt sympathy and agreed to attend the ball.

"Mr. Glenn still loves to joke."

Leila walked forward and said with a smile.

"I thought you wouldn't come..." The blonde lady still looked arrogant.

Glenn said nothing about Pernas' words. He greeted the little boy again. He looked at the two blue-skinned children who were propped up on their knees and asked softly:

"Are you Smurfs?"

The two timid children were stunned, not knowing what a Smurf was.

No one else knows either.

Leila asked, "Mr. Glenn, what are Smurfs?"

Glenn just said, "Just kidding, that's the race in a story my mom told me when I was a kid."

"Te'erk and Nashua are from the Ice Tribe, not Smurfs. How come you don't even know the people from the Kingdom of Winter?"

The blonde lady said with a frown.

"Of course I know, I told you I was just joking." Glenn stood up and spread his hands.

He knew the race of the two blue-skinned children as soon as he saw them. Even if the original owners did not have common sense, the Ice and Snow Tribe still knew them.

He just suddenly thought of the Smurfs, so he made a joke.

"What story!?" Leila's eyes suddenly lit up, like a shark that smelled blood.

"Uh..." Glenn didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I'll write it to you when I get back."

While everyone was talking to Glenn.

The blue-skinned kid named Telk pulled Pernas's clothes and asked:

"Who is this gentleman? You all seem to like him very much."

The blonde wanted to retort, but couldn't bring herself to say it.

Thinking about the other person saving her, it was even more difficult to say such words.

"A very talented civilian, just a little more interesting and knows a little more."

She said with a slightly red face.

After all, she had never praised anyone like this before, although she had used some modifiers to temper the compliment.

"So... So, what is the story about the Smurfs? I want to hear..."

The blue-skinned little girl who looked only seven or eight years old spoke in a baby voice with a slight stutter.

"This..." Pernas was a little embarrassed. After all, Glenn had just said that he would write it when he got back. She couldn't possibly order him around now. It would be strange if he would pay any attention to her given his personality.

But she quickly came up with an idea and said, "He has other stories. You should finish reading those stories first."

"Okay!" The two blue-skinned children were very happy.

There is a custom in the Land of Winter that parents like to tell their children stories about their ancestors, which also cultivates children's interest in listening to stories.

Even the royal family is no exception.

Pernas immediately called a maid and after giving her a few instructions, the maid left.

"She went to get a storybook and will be back soon." Pernas turned to the two children and said gently.

"Pernas, what did you play just now? It sounds really nice. Play it again for me."

Glenn suddenly shouted to the blonde lady.

"Yeah, we didn't even finish listening to it just now." The slightly plump boy Poke echoed.

"Play it then..." The blonde lady was not to be outdone. She immediately walked to the piano and sat down upright.

Slender fingers rest on the piano keys.

The same music just now sounded again. Although the technique was clumsy, Glenn still closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

Just one song.

Glenn took the lead in applauding, and the applause that followed was also enthusiastic.

Pernas was a little shy, pretending to be nothing surprised, and stood up, lifting her skirt to salute.

"I know a little bit about this stuff, let me play a song too." Glenn said as he walked forward, rubbing his hands.

These words immediately made everyone's eyes widen.

"You can do it too?" The blonde lady looked disbelieving.

You have to know that pianos are rare even among the nobility. A commoner may not even have heard of one in his entire life, let alone learn how to play it.

"I'm fortunate to have learned a little, believe me." Glenn said, patting his chest.

Yes, I have learned it. In my previous life, when I was in junior high school, I learned the basics of piano from a music teacher, and I also played some simple songs.

If it was his body before the time travel that touched this thing again it would definitely be like an elementary school student practicing calligraphy, but now his control over his body is terrifyingly strong.

As long as you remember the music score and control the movement of your fingers accurately, you can still listen to it.

The blonde lady thought Glenn just wanted to play, so she didn't stop him and made way for him.

Glenn sat down slowly and thought about what song to play.

Finally I decided to try the feel of the Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

Originally, everyone thought Glenn was in deep thought and didn't know how to do it.

But as Glenn placed his fingers on the keys, a rather simple and beautiful piano music sounded in the empty hall.

"Twinkle, twinkle little star, the sky is full of little stars..." Glenn also sang softly in Chinese.

The others didn't hear his whispered singing, and even if they did, they couldn't understand it.

Among these people, even Pernas didn't know much about music and didn't know how to comment on this song. They just knew that it was very nice.

The two blue-skinned children were immediately attracted by this beautiful and innocent song, and thought it was even better than the one played by Pernas just now.

In fact, the song played by the blonde lady just now was also very good, but the song played by Glenn was more to the taste of children.

The piece was short and finished quickly.

Glenn has found the feeling. He just needs to practice a few more times, and then he can play better than most pianists who have practiced for several years.

This is the extraordinary person.

The others were still immersed in the lingering sound of the piano music, and it took them a while to come back to their senses.