Chapter 85: Can Your Little Man Sing?
Chapter 85: Can Your Little Man Sing?
Five white little men formed a little ring and waved their hands to dance on the table as if they were dancing around a bonfire. They immediately caught people’s eyes. It was naturally very magical to normal people.
The reason why humans could live on this continent was because of intrepid soldiers. Besides them, powerful magic casters were also definitely worth mentioning; in the war among species, they had turned a losing war into victory more than once.
After the war, the royals of the Roth Empire held them in high regard. They had built a Magus Tower to welcome all the powerful magic casters. They held a high social position in the empire.
So, humans were in awe of them. Although Chaos City was not under the administration of the Roth Empire, humans were still living peacefully here with the powerful country behind them.
Other customers were looking at Krassu with respect as the old man in robe performed his magic. Then they took a look at Amy. Such an interesting magic! This little girl must love it.
“Can your snowmen sing?” Amy asked as she shrugged, watching the dancing little men. She wasn’t quite impressed.
Ugly Duckling also took a look, and then it drew back its head disappointedly, boredom written all over its face.
“S-sing?” Krassu was taken aback. I can make them do more difficult tricks, but sing? I got beaten by my master many times for failing to articulate spells, he thought as he watched his dancing snowmen. Then he shook his head with a smile. “They have been conjured up by magic. They can’t sing.”
Amy’s question made other customers widen their eyes in surprise. She’s not happy with that? It’s asking too much to make them sing. They were conjured up by magic; it’s just impossible. The old man has said it himself.
Amy shook her head. “But mine can. Besides, your snowmen are ugly,” she said as she looked scornfully at those faceless snowmen before Krassu.
The old man was unconvinced. “Your little man can sing and dance? No, that’s impossible,” he said, shaking his head,
The looks on other customers’ faces said they didn’t believe Amy, either. It’s impossible, unless there is a hidden Lilliput on this continent.
Mag made a faint smile in the kitchen. He was pretty satisfied with his anti-deception teaching, and felt happier now that his little girl was getting ready to flaunt her new toy.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to show you,” Amy said helplessly. She crouched down, took the music box out, and put it on the counter softly. “Behold, the singing little girl Father has conjured up for me.”
They all craned their necks to get a better look. The moment they saw the music box, their eyes lit up immediately.
“It’s so pretty!” exclaimed a girl not far from the counter, her mouth slightly open. On top of an exquisite wooden box was hemispherical crystal glass, inside which stood a fair elf holding a musical instrument. It was so beautiful that they couldn’t avert their eyes.
“Whoa…” The looks on their faces were almost the same. It was not a shining toy, but the sight of the transparent crystal cover that had no impurities whatsoever was enough to make them gasp in wonder.
He used a piece of crystal glass to make a toy for his daughter?! Talk about spoiling! That’s simply unimaginable!
Now the dancing snowmen before the old man were a little ordinary compared to the elf in a purple dress, and even their lovely dancing had become a little silly.
Krassu took a look at the music box. He didn’t conjure that up! He was very confident because there was no trace of magic wave around it. Looks like he lied to his girl again. But he didn’t expose his lies. He wasn’t averse to his ways; he understood it was not easy for a man to raise a child alone.
“It can sing?” Krassu asked in doubt. There’s no magic wave, so obviously that puppet elf can’t sing or dance.
They were all gazing at it curiously. It’s absolutely stunning. She said it could sing. We’ll wait and see.
“Of course.” Amy pushed the little button on the side.
Colorful light around the edge flickered, and then the melody started. “A little girl goes to collect mushrooms…” The elf girl started playing the violin while rotating. She looked so lifelike as if she were real.
“That’s… That’s impossible!” Krassu’s eyes widened as he watched the little elf. He could sense trace amounts of energy wave, but he was sure it was not magic. If it’s not magic, how can this puppet girl sing and dance?
He had said so confidently that Amy’s toy couldn’t sing, but she could not only sing, she sang very well, like a bird, as if a real elf were singing merrily. He became a little embarrassed.
He had lived for quite a long time and hadn’t commented much since he passed 100. Who would have thought that he would strike out here?
If his hide hadn’t grown thicker as he grew older, he might have taken off his robe and sunk into the ground with shame. It was so embarrassing. He lowered his eyes, wishing this little episode would blow over. They wouldn’t embarrass an old man too much, I hope.
“It really can sing and sings so beautifully. Is this a child’s song? Why haven’t I ever heard it before?” the girl nearby said with surprise and doubt as she listened to the music.
It’s a merry song, and the words are encouraging kids to work and share. It should be one of the popular songs. It’s strange that I don’t know it, she thought.
Amy turned it off. “White-bearded grandpa, Mushroom Fairy can sing and dance. Aren’t your snowmen a little dull?” she asked seriously, looking at Krassu.
Now they were all staring at Krassu with strange looks on their faces.
It was not very decent to laugh at an old magic caster, but Mag couldn’t refrain from smiling, because the old man had fared so miserably against Amy’s toy when he tried to impress her with his magic. Now how would he respond to her question?