After entering the Nightingale Hotel through the side door, there was a narrow and dark corridor. After walking along the corridor for more than twenty meters, a crowded small hall appeared.

While in the corridor, Roland was still thinking about the snow-feathered owl flying through the sky just now. He suddenly realized that it was a little bad for him to keep Ashe around.

Of course he was not suspicious of Ashe, but since there were more than one snow-feathered owl and they had eyes that could see through the illusion of magic, it would be unsafe for Ashe to stay in public.

Before entering the hall, Roland whispered to Ashe: "Go, go to the roof to find a secret place to hide, and don't be discovered."

As he said that, Roland took out a few more pieces of flesh and handed it to it.

"Gugu~"

Ashe happily finished the jerky meat, then flapped her wings and found a place to hide.

Roland then walked into the hall.

There were many people crowded in the hall, including singers who were taking off makeup, performers who were debugging musical instruments, actors who were wearing costumes, etc. Everyone was busy with what they were doing.

After Roland appeared, these people turned their heads and glanced at them at most, withdrew their gazes and continued to be busy. They were no longer surprised by the newcomers.

But a young man leaning against the wall walked towards Roland. When he arrived in front of Roland, he looked up and down and asked, "New, tell me what you are capable of?"

Roland was also looking at the young man.

Very young, twenty-three or four, male, frivolous makeup, exaggerated clothing, feminine movements and feminine tone, make people feel that this guy is probably a fan of the best.

Roland held back the chill in his heart: "I can play the violin... Uh, my piano was snatched up on the road, and the guy at the door said he could rent it from the hotel."

"You can play the violin, it's good." The young man walked to the wall and took a violin from the wall: "Go, go to the corner and play a part for me."

Seeing that Roland was a little puzzled, he smiled and explained, "The guests who came to our Nightingale Hotel are all the top people in the city, and their ears are very picky. If your level is not up to standard, I would not agree to let you perform on stage."

"Oh, I understand." Roland nodded, which was equivalent to an interview.

Having said that, when this young man spoke, he smiled and didn't smile, his eyes were cold. He really didn't know what he had experienced in the past. He actually tempered his mind and was so indifferent at a young age.

After getting the piano, Roland pulled it a few simple strokes and then started tuning the strings.

I have to say that the quality of this violin is quite average, far less than that of the White Mountain Eagle that Roland used to use, but now it is not picky, so I can only pinch my nose and recognize it.

After finally adjusting the strings, Roland walked to the corner of the room and started pulling up.

At first, he was a little unfamiliar, but soon, he regained his former feeling and his movements quickly became smooth. After a while, accompanied by the melodious melody, a gorgeous sound of piano floated out, filling everyone's ears in the small room.

Everyone in the small hall stopped what they were doing, turned to look at the performers in the corner, and listened quietly.

As an artist of this era, his appreciation ability is absolutely above the level. Everyone can easily feel that this new violinist seems to have two brushes. The melody he pulled out casually has never appeared in the Nightingale Hotel before, but it is unexpectedly pleasant.

After a short period of pulling, the young man gently patted his hand, and a hint of warm color appeared in his eyes: "Not bad, although the performance skills are only medium and high, and there are not many highlights, the melody you have pulled out is very innovative and can easily be remembered. It should belong to a brand new song, right?"

"Yes." Roland nodded, the song was reproduced overnight based on his memory.

“What is this song called?”

"It's a dance song called 'one step away'."

"Dance music, one step away, good name, good song, very excellent." The young man clapped his hands repeatedly, and he smiled and said, "Then you wait here. If there are guests who want to dance, you can go to the outer hall to play this song."

"no problem."

The young man asked again: "Lord should have told you about the cost sharing?"

“I said it all.”

"No problem?"

"No." Although the share was very harsh, Roland didn't mind the little money. He was here to find out the news.

"Good, you're very wise. But I still have to promise you, just like I've promised everyone here, if your performance gets widespread praise, Nightingale is not stingy with increasing your share. So, young people, work hard."

What a bite of chicken soup.

Roland drank all over the slightest, then picked up the violin and started to practice in advance with 'conscientiousness'.

"What a good violinist." The young man nodded with satisfaction. His favorite person is such a person, young, passionate, and ideal. If you say a few words, you can be excited and then try your best to make money for him.

Not bad, really good.

After half an hour, a servant walked from the front hall and stood at the entrance of the small hall and said, "Romio, there are guests who want to dance."

The young man in Huayi waved to Roland: "Go, this is your first time on stage, don't be nervous, don't mess it up."

"I remember, sir."

"My name is Romeo, and you will call me Romeo from now on."

"Yes, Romeo." Roland rolled his eyes secretly. If Romeo had such virtue, Juliet would probably have to be a widow.

I walked through the hall with my piano, passed a corridor, and entered the main hall on the first floor of the Nightingale Hotel.

At this time, a clearing of the hall had been cleared out, and a group of men and women had gathered together and were about to start dancing.

When the attendant saw Roland walking out of the back hall, he saw him holding a violin in his hand, he familiarly led Roland to the side of the stage.

After standing still, Roland put the piano on his chin, put the strings on his back, and prepared to play.

At this moment, he suddenly found a strange gaze on the second floor of the hall looking at him, as if he was faintly hostile.

His heart moved, his body remained motionless, but the soul's eyes had already opened, looking in the direction where the eyes came from the second floor.

He saw a man at the dining table behind the railing, tall and strong, holding a young woman in her arms, holding a glass of red wine in her right hand, and staring at Roland without blinking.

"Isn't this guy the Knight Seitler?" The knight's style was almost exactly the same as Scarface's description.

"This guy's eyes look familiar... Wait, it seems exactly the same as Ashe's eyes."

"Ash's eyes can see through the illusion... Does this guy have this ability? If he really does, he can see through my illusion."

Judging from the other party's abnormal behavior, he probably saw through Roland's illusion.

This is a little bit bad.

However, although he was a little nervous, the other party just stared at him, did not show any more hostility, nor did he make any abnormal actions, so Roland regarded it as if he had not noticed it.

"When~~"

A crisp ringtone rang, and the servant beside him immediately reminded softly: "Sir, you can start playing."

Roland calmed down and began to play the dance music "One Step Away".

As soon as the melodious piano sounded, the dancers in the hall felt aroused in their hearts, as if they were a new dance music.

Bashar City is a small city with relatively low information. An excellent dance music will last for a long time before it will be replaced by a new dance music brought by a bard. Therefore, whenever a new dance music appears, guests will listen to it very seriously.

After a while, Roland was immersed in the music and focused on playing the piano.

The smooth and gorgeous piano sound flows like a spring water. The piano sound is either low, sad, lingering, passionate, or deep into the joy of the soul. All emotions are integrated into the song and are amplified by the wonderful power of the music, which makes the dancers have a strong spiritual resonance.

Before we knew it, the conversation in the hotel lobby disappeared, and the violin became the only sound.

Everyone in the hall was listening attentively.

Romio kept standing at the door of the hall and watching. Seeing this scene, his lips raised: "Not bad~ It's really good, you can make a lot of money again~"

When the last note dissipated with the wind, the dancers on the dance floor slowly stopped. Some were lost, while others were still unsatisfied, but everyone in the hall was silent, as if they were savoring the afterglow of this wonderful music.

After a long time, a voice suddenly came from the second floor of the hotel: "Okay~ Very good~ Very wonderful song."

It was the audience who was suspected to be the Cavaliers of Seitler.

As soon as he spoke, everyone woke up as if they were dreaming.

A noble lady walked up to Roland and asked, "Young man, your violin is so good, and the music is very wonderful. Can I know what it is called?"

"One Step Away." Roland bowed to the man.

"Is it a step away? No wonder it is so sad, oh~~~ it makes people feel endless aftertaste." The lady sighed, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, then took out more than a dozen silver marks and gently placed them in the copper plate beside Roland.

Roland bowed again with a 'joy' face, "Thank you very much for your generosity, madam."

Another middle-aged businessman walked up and threw several marks into the copper plate: "Thank you, young man, this is a violin dance I have heard. It reminds me of the past youthful years and my early love who died early, ah~~"

After that, people kept coming forward to reward money, some were a few marks, some were a dozen marks, and some were generous, and even one crown was thrown in.

At this moment, the man on the second floor said again: "Is it a step away? Not bad~ Not bad~ Young man, I'll give you this money."

With a wave of his hand, several golden lights fell from the second floor, and accurately landed in the copper plate. The force was neither light nor heavy, but it was as many as five crowns.

Faced with such a huge reward, the servant next to him was confused. He hurried to Roland and whispered: "Sir, you should go to the second floor now to thank Knight Grant in person, so that you can be polite."

Knight Grant...isn't Knight Seitler?
Chapter completed!