The Man in black stood on the stage with an inscription stone that had a sound amplification effect.
He had a similar experience many years ago. As a bard, he stood on the side of the road and softly sang Elvish poems that humans could not understand.
At that time, there would occasionally be one or two humans who would be attracted by his singing and stop to listen. However, most of the humans would just leave in a hurry.
The current situation had not changed at all. His singing had changed from an individual to a team, and his musical instruments had also changed from the most basic three-stringed zither to multiple instruments.
The black-clothed man’s singing and his appearance as a high elf gradually attracted some humans to stop and watch. This was a very good sign.
A small group of passers-by stopped in front of the wooden stage, and the black-clothed man began to sing even more attentively..
“Isn’t this the song that Miss Tyreen Sings?”
