Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 140: Soul Singer

The concert was held at the Grand Theater on the second floor of the hotel. From the elevator, one could see a huge poster hanging on the wall. In the poster was a handsome youth. His sea-blue hair reminded people of the blue sky and the blue sea. The youth looked at the spectators with gentle eyes. From those eyes, his gaze seemed to reach into the depths of his soul. '"You're shocked too, aren't you?" Said Adele, who was beside him. "Who could have a pair of bewitching eyes like Edward, as if he could see through anything in your mind."

Alan was shocked, but not as Adele had said. He was shocked because this so-called soul singer was the Malithan who had collided with him a few months ago before the attack on Black Street. At that time, Allen had suggested that he go to the Old Oak Bar to seek refuge. He hadn't expected that after months of absence, he would become a superstar of the Heavenly King Realm?

Is there anything more bizarre in this world?

Before he could regain his senses, thunderous applause rang out in the grand theater. Adele's expression changed, and she tugged at Allen, "Come on, Edward's coming out."

Just as he entered the theater, the gate to the theater was already closed. The dome of the theater and the lights on both sides were extinguished one by one, causing the entire space to gradually turn dark. When all the lights went out, a row of colorful lights suddenly turned on and beams of light of different colors hit the stage. As the lights moved, the orchestra behind the stage also played a cheerful tune, and a dressed host ran out. After galloping to the brim with gaudy gestures, he took off his hat and placed it on his chest, bowed to the audience, and said, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!"

"Tonight, our Venus hotel is honored to invite Mr. Edward, the soul singer who has recently become a popular superstar, to sing for us. In just a few short months, Mr. Edward had swept through Babylon with his unique voice, becoming a worthy idol of the younger generation. Many ladies were also curious about Mr. Edward's background. He suddenly flew across the sky of Babylon like a meteor, nourishing our depleted hearts with his singing. "I'm sure everyone is as curious as I am about such a legendary figure." The host shouted, "Then at this moment, Mr. Edward, please." Tonight, I will unravel the mysteries of our soul singers' origins for all of you! "

Cheers filled the air.

The orchestra reached its climax with enthusiastic applause. A few pillars of intense light moved and circled around the stage before suddenly stopping at the top of the stage. Silver snowflakes suddenly drifted down from the stage, and a clear sound sounded like the sound of nature that could hit the depths of people's souls. The youth dressed in a silver suit slowly descended from the stage like some noble young master amidst the snowflakes.

The way the stage was rendered, coupled with his peculiar voice, made the audience in the theater intoxicated. Ellen felt even more deeply, and the Origin Energy in the entire theater resonated with each other. Invisible ripples spread out, as if they were dancing for the youth's singing. Alan was relieved that the Maritan himself had the ability to influence creatures. Now that he fused this power into the song, it was like hypnosis that resonated with the souls of all the listeners.

Of course, this kind of hypnosis was not intense, otherwise, it would easily attract people's instinctive resistance. However, it was precisely because of the resonance of his singing that people gave this alien youth the nickname of a soul singer. The Malitans, who were originally good at singing, now combined with their own powers, easily captured the minds and minds of the Babylonians.

Even Adele, who was beside him, could not help but dance when she heard this. Alan had taught him hypnosis before, and he had encountered dangerous creatures like the Black Twilight King Snake that were good at affecting the soul. Right now, he had a certain degree of resistance to psychic powers, so he wasn't like other people who had lost their composure.

This strange atmosphere lasted until Edward finished singing.

When his song disappeared, everyone was still immersed in their hearts, and it took them a long time to regain their senses. After a minute of silence, the audience applauded loudly.

On stage, the host asked Edward to step forward and say, "Mr. Edward, your singing is so touching. Can you tell us how you got on the road to singing?"

Under the spotlight, Edward smiled bashfully and said in the same clear voice, "I was confused about my life. It was like walking in a maze of streets. There were paths left and right, but I didn't know which path to take. And where would this path lead to?"

Alan couldn't help but sigh. This Maritan was indeed talented in language. In just a few months, Earth's language has been spoken very smoothly. Alan felt that it was a little strange to hear his description again. It was like describing how he escaped from the Jemming Chamber of Commerce that night and got lost in the complicated streets of Black Street like himself.

Edward continued, "Just as I was at a loss as to what to do, I met someone." Someone who completely changed my destiny. I still don't know his name. All I know is, he's about my age. With a head of short silver hair and a pair of bright red pupils, he was the one who guided me on the right path. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the greatest contributor to my standing here tonight and singing for everyone! "

"Looks like we have to thank this nameless teenager. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have had the chance to hear Mr. Edward's voice," the host jokingly said.

In the theater, Adele tilted her head to look at Alan and said, "Why do I sound like you? Silver hair, red eyes "

"Coincidence, it's just a coincidence." Alan coughed dryly and turned his face away. However, he let out a sigh because he saw an old acquaintance.

Father Ward of Old Oak Bar was also looking at the stage while standing in a suit in the crowd. He changed his outfit, but the only thing he didn't change was the pipe on his mouth.

"I'll go away." Ellen pointed in Old Ward's direction and said, "That's an old friend. I'll go over and greet him."

Adele's attention was drawn to Edward again, and she said without hesitation, "Go."

Walking to Old Ward's side, Alan coughed dryly and said, "Dad, are you changing careers now? You're not going to open a bar and you're going to be the manager of a superstar?"

Old Ward reacted and was surprised to see that it was Alan. "This is not Bescot's young master. We meet again. Eh, how did you know I was Edward's manager?"

Because I called him. Alan thought to himself, but he said, "Intuition is purely an intuition."

"Your instincts are really sharp." Old Ward patted his head and said, "Coincidentally, the night I met you, I went back to the bar." Not long after, this little fellow was chased by the people of the Jeming Chamber of Commerce and escaped to my bar. I was going to kick him out, but he said something. God knows how I believed it, but there was a series of dramatic changes. "

"Oh, what did he say?"

Old Ward blinked his eyes and said, "He said, as long as you let me stay." I can make money for you, make a lot of money! Damn it, when I saw his eyes, I actually believed it. However, I've made the right bet. This little fellow actually sang so well. It's not in vain that I offended the Jeming Merchant Guild at that time. "But now, the Jieming Chamber of Commerce is the majority shareholder behind us. You said that sometimes things are really hard to see through."

Ellen thought it was funny. It turned out that Old Ward had looked into her eyes. No wonder, then, that Edward must have used his psychic power again. Speaking of which, he had warned him not to use it on Old Ward, but he didn't expect that this brat wouldn't listen to his advice. Fortunately, Old Ward was probably too careless to throw Edward out on the spot.

If that was the case, the youth could only sing in the bed of some noble woman.

Things are always unexpected.

On the stage, the host retreated and Edward began to sing again. It was rare for Adele to be unaffected this time. She walked over and pulled Ellen's hand. "We should go. The secret duel is about to begin."

Allen and Adele left the theatre through another passage, leaving Old Ward.

When the two entered the elevator and saw Adele press the light button to the top floor, Alan was surprised, "I thought the secret duel would be held underground."

"That's Black Street, right? But this is Venus. They usually hold some shady gambling matches on the top floor." Adele smiled and said, "On the top floor, they have two small magical airships. The hotel has a flight license and federal air traffic control does not control them. So they can evacuate the guests quickly if they need to."

"This is privilege. Privilege always serves a small number of people, doesn't it?"

As he spoke, the top floor arrived. Adele walked out of the elevator with Ellen's arm in her hand, and two rows of hotel security guards in black suits guarded the entrance to the arena. It could be seen that not many people entered the venue. These few people were sparse, but everyone was dressed beautifully and had a graceful demeanor. It could be seen that they were both wealthy and expensive people.

Alan and Adele came to the door, and Adele took out two invitations from her handbag. "Good evening, Miss Adele. You may go in," said the man in charge, nodding to Adele.

Adele happily pulled Ellen up and was about to dive in, but the supervisor suddenly stopped him. The man frowned and looked at the name on the invitation. "This young master Allen seems to be coming to our hotel for the first time. May I know which family you belong to?"

'"This is Young Master Allen of Bescot," said Adele, displeased. "Is there a problem?"

The supervisor said unhurriedly, "Miss, please calm down. It's just a routine. This young master is very well-behaved. For the sake of everyone's convenience, we usually ask some questions about our first time participating in a secret gambling competition like ours."

"For example, may I ask Young Master Allen if it's convenient to reveal your bank account? After all, in a gambling competition like ours, the minimum amount of money is one million yuan. If you can't pay the minimum amount of money, I'm sorry " The supervisor spread out his hands and made a helpless expression.

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