"First, start by asking people from that era."
I spread the planner on the floor of the room and stared at the man in front of me.
"Hey, hey, my lovelies," the old Finland picked his nose and sat scruffily on the floor, "we have important things to do, the show starts tomorrow, you don't come to help, and even dragged my old bones over and over early in the morning... ..."
"If you keep talking nonsense, we won't help you."
Emile crossed her arms in front of her chest and said in an unkind tone.
"Well, well, that ...... racial holy war, right? I know, at that time I was also young, remember that time always followed a group of fans behind me, my golden days...... ooh wow!?"
" Get to the point or I will burn all your hairs."
Emile blew out the flame on her fingertips, signaling that she would not miss the shot next time.
"Eh ......" the old man scratched his scalp, "the racial holy war ...... I had a show at the time and didn't get a chance to see it with my own eyes ......"
"There is such a big event as the racial holy war, how many people have that leisure to see your performance?"
"I was young and defiant at the time. Besides, there will always be a few people who are not interested in watching that shitty holy war to see my performance, like old lady Shia came, I tell you, she was beautiful ......"
"Okay, go do your show," Emile glared at him in disgust, "Loser ......"
"Yah yah, Emile really got some temper, it’s kind of hurts."
"Get out!"
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I deleted the first item from the schedule.
Really, at the beginning it doesn’t go well, what to do after that ......
"Now not only the old man, also lost the lead of the old woman."
"Well," I nodded, "Next I am going to ask the locals."
"Where are the locals ......"
Emile pushed open the window and looked quietly at Elisis, the once ultimate human city-state, under that gray sky.
Dark clouds covered the ancient city, and a sense of solemnity arose, reminiscent of the history of that year.
--Racial chaos, the destruction of life, and in this city, the last struggle of the human race--
"What was the world like hundreds of years ago?"
I walked over to Emile and looked out with her.
She didn't say anything, but pointed to the sky.
"It's going to rain."
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-- In front of the counter of Blood of Shia
"Ouch, old woman, you don't know, this thick hair of mine just almost burned all at once, that little girl is definitely more than a middle rank. "
"You didn't say anything nonsense, did you?"
Old Mrs. Shia asked carelessly as she cleared the counter with her tools.
"That's right, who am I, don't you know my character? I blocked those two little girls to death with just one sentence. That said, my performance tomorrow ......"
"It's going to rain."
Old Mrs. Shia suddenly said this.
The old man froze for a moment and sighed.
"Well, really, it's going to rain."
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-- Old Man's basement
Tassili patiently rubbed the magic prop in his hand with the tip of his ear twitched slightly.
"Is it going to rain?"
He ran upstairs and looked out the window at the gray sky.
"I wonder if tomorrow's performance will be affected, obviously Finland is so looking forward to it ......"
Well ......
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I think I'm looking forward to it too?
