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"I'll be on stage behind you,"

Nios said lightly: "After the singing is over, we don't need to vote or count. Everything depends on the audience's reaction."

Nero laughed "ha", she could even imagine the scene where her figure was praised by countless people.

Cheers, applause and flowers are no longer masculine, no longer relying on the status of the emperor, but using their own talents to convince these civilians.

"Hey, what if I win?" Nero couldn't help laughing, like a blooming rose.

Nios didn't hesitate: "If you win, I will help you with the work, and you can do whatever you want in the city, and I will send you money every month."

Nero was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed: "Then can I leave here?"

"what ever."

"Great!" Nero couldn't help cheering.

Neos poured cold water on it: "But if you lose, just listen to my arrangement honestly, and you can do whatever I ask you to do."

"It's a deal!" Nero selectively ignored.

She was ready to take the stage and receive the applause.

......

excited!

Restless!

Difficulty sleeping and eating!

Like a schoolboy the night before a spring outing.

Nero was still lighting the lamp in the middle of the night, writing and drawing on the white paper, thinking about what he would sing the next day.

Should you sing the classic "Oedipus the Blind" or "Hercules the Mad" or perform the popular "Glory of Augustus"?

But thinking about how hard it is for me to be able to use my female identity and singing voice, and there is no one who knows me here, it would be a sin not to seize the opportunity to express myself.

Yes, it is a sin for an artist not to express himself!

Nero was very excited, as if he wanted to let go of all the anger he had been holding back since he was a child, and his golden hair emitted a dazzling light.

"So, what is more suitable than the masterpiece I wrote with my own hands, "The Fall of Icarus"!"

The girl propped herself up on the table, the corners of her mouth curled up wildly, and she wrote down the lyrics on the paper with her own frenzy.

"It's Greek, it's rhetoric, it's imagery, it's life's metaphors in the tune, and it's the most beautiful words!"

"You must integrate your truest feelings into it!"

"Let the world feel my joys and sorrows!"

"Yu is the flower of Rome in full bloom! Yu is the Icarus who desperately rushes towards the sun!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

At the same time, the next room was also lit.

Nios put down the pen and paper, looked at the wall expressionlessly, and rubbed the space between his brows.

There was a soft "tsk".

"It's noisy."

......

Early the next morning, the square was already full of people.

Although Nios does not suppress business, it does not emphasize business, so at most it opens the market regularly, allowing people inside and outside the city to trade freely, and this is also the time when the city has the most people every week.

Those who moved outside the city will come to the city to buy and sell goods, and the major shops in the city will prepare goods in advance and sell them at reduced prices.

On the square, the number of warriors in the executive department doubled.

A huge canopy was set up, and merchants came out early in the morning to occupy a good position and arrange their goods.

In the morning, the square is already colorful and full of people, and the gates of taverns, warehouses, and casinos are opened along the street.

Thieves, hooligans, and merchants are everywhere, and all kinds of flavors are mixed here.

Warriors and farmers from various cities and villages on the island wandered among the shops, and they communicated in accented Latin while drinking and selling wine.

Incense, honey, barbecue... boiled with the vocals.

Activities were also held in the center of the square, often Her Lady Queen personally paid to set up a stage, and invited singers, actors, and jugglers to appear on stage.

But today, there is one more performer.

Self-proclaimed the greatest singer, theater actor and writer in the Roman Empire, Nero took a deep breath backstage.

Today she specially borrowed a set of gorgeous costumes, which can fully show her sculptural figure.

It's just a pity that the blond hair hasn't grown long yet, and there will be some dramas.

But this kind of small flaw, these backward fools must not be able to see it.

Nero thought so.

And I only need to use the most perfect singing voice to present this epic is enough.

At the same time, the idiot actors who were performing funny performances in front of them had left the stage, and huge applause and laughter broke out.

Nero watched the clown step down coldly, the corners of his mouth curled up in disdain.

Ha, laugh, such a clumsy performance can get your applause, as expected, they are all aliens who have never seen the world.

Maybe you don't even need legions to attack, just my singing can conquer you.

Just as he was thinking, his name was already called in front of him.

Nero took a long breath and looked back.

So the question is, the man didn't come, it couldn't be because he was afraid and planned to give up, right?

But I don't have time to think so much.

Focus on your performance and let the rose of Rome bloom on this desert island, Lucius!

......

"By the way, Neos, how much will this match cost?" Boudica sat on a high platform and looked down.

"Not much, just [-] dinars."

"Most of the expenses go to the cook, the carpenter and the waitresses, and at most a little reward to the performers," Nios said.

"Ten thousand, it still feels a little too much." Boudica sighed.

"But we will get more, such as attracting more people to come in for trade and consumption..."

"Ah, I understand, I understand, you can do as you see fit." Boudica waved his hands repeatedly, expressing whether he would listen or not.

Neos smiled and said nothing.

"It's time to play!" Anya suddenly called out.

Neos and Boudica looked on at the same time.

The audience suddenly became restless, whistles and boos continued

The girl slowly walked towards the center of the stage. She had short hair, red pupils, white skin that was as white as snow, and was wearing a red robe that was slightly narrowed. Although she was petite, her perfect proportions gave off the feeling of a wasp's waist and crane legs.

In just a few seconds, everyone present was amazed.

"Ah, she's a beauty." Boudica rolled his eyes at Neos and sighed.

Aniya also glanced at the master inexplicably.

Neos remained expressionless, turned around and waved: "Girl, the person I'm looking for should be here, bring it here for me."

Fei emerged from the shadow behind her, saluted and answered "yes" before disappearing again.

Boudica and Anya were not surprised.

A few minutes later, a rough-looking blacksmith was brought in, and he bowed and laughed, "I heard that your lord has an entrustment?"

Neos nodded, and pulled out two pieces of paper from his pocket: "I heard in London that you are the best blacksmith, this is what I want you to build."

Before he finished speaking, leisurely music sounded from the audience, and the singing like a magpie gradually rose.

But he saw that the girl had closed her eyes, her right hand gently stroked her chest, and she sang selflessly.

Everyone held their breath and listened quietly at the same time, and gradually, the audience fell into a strange silence.

After a while, the blacksmith next to Neos scratched his head, his eyes were puzzled, and his face was full of "what the hell am I listening to?".

"Here, what are you singing about?" He complained honestly and honestly:

Neos couldn't help laughing.

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Chapter 128 Chapter 120 The Seventh Lonely Man

As a literary and artistic creator, when creating a work, you are not afraid of being scolded, after all, a lot of scolding means a lot of reading.

The only thing that is the worst is that you are afraid that no one will pay attention to you.

So when Nero was finally free, took off her vest for the first time in her life, and sang her own work in front of the public for the first time, what was the scene she imagined?

The applause enough to overturn the roof, the cheers from the heart, the madness like poisoning...

None of these.

When the song ended, Nero's chest rose and fell slightly, and when he opened his eyes with light panting, what greeted her was deathly silence.

There were hundreds of pairs of eyes in the audience, all looking directly at her.

Confused, puzzled, and...disgusted.

Everyone's expression is like watching an embarrassing joke, and that joke is themselves.