Sir White Thorn thought that today was a lucky day.
The Music Guild that Jose had entrusted to him had been established successfully. Miss Tyreen’s reputation had already spread throughout Faroese.
This had also attracted many musicians from Faroese, hoping to meet Miss Tyreen.
Sir White Thorn also took this opportunity to invite some of Faroese’s outstanding but somewhat down and out performers to settle down in Nolan.
For this reason, Sir White Thorn spent nearly three months preparing for this ‘Music Guild’.
But on the first day of the opening ceremony, it was fine if Miss Tyreen did not have time to visit, but a group of ‘Disaster Stars’who absolutely should not be here had barged into the guild.
Sir White Thorn looked at the group of people who had suddenly barged into the Guild Hall. The scarlet marks on their armor and robes were enough to make Sir White Thorn take out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
