Work Prophet
Chapter 460 - 78 The Road to Fame for the Minstrel

Chapter 460: Chapter 78 The Road to Fame for the Minstrel

Kieren looked around and noticed that nearly a hundred people had gathered here, many of whom were even patrons of the inn.

At this moment, they were all engrossed in listening to that guy with the head sing.

As the performance concluded, the people inside came out to give thanks, and money fluttered towards the barrel like snowflakes.

With sharp eyes, Kieren even spotted a gold coin that didn’t make it into the barrel but hit the edge and bounced out, rolling toward him.

Kieren quietly stepped on the gold coin with one foot.

At this time, the earlier singer also looked over in this direction, with a surprised face he said, "Look who’s here, Golden Voice, you’ve come to the inn so early in the morning to take the best performance spot, you must have made a fortune."

"Indeed, I made a killing, so I plan to go back to sleep now, and come even earlier tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, the man’s expression darkened. "Are you kidding yourself? No one listened to your lousy songs. Why can’t you accept that and give up your spot at the inn?"

"And what about you, paying people to root for you on the side, creating the false impression that you’re popular—does that make your terrible singing any better?"

"You’re just jealous of me, admit it, Golden Voice."

"What do I have to be jealous of, sitting in a barrel playing a silly head?"

"Actually, it’s a brilliant idea, it made me a nice profit. If you admit you’re not as good as me, I might consider buying you a drink or something."

"Hahaha, how amusing. Silver Hand, you must see me as a role model, that’s why you’re so set on beating me. But sadly, you have no hope in this lifetime. Besides, I don’t need you to buy me a drink—I have plenty of money."

"Is that so? Then when will you give me back the gold coin under your foot?" Silver Hand said expressionlessly.

Kieren’s expression changed slightly, but quickly he feigned surprise, "What, there’s a gold coin under my foot? I didn’t even feel it—it must be your singing that’s so bad that it messed with my senses."

As Kieren spoke, he still reluctantly moved his boot away.

Silver Hand bent down to pick up the gold coin and consoled, "Don’t lose heart, at least Mrs. McGlin appreciates you."

"I’ll be famous, someday my songs will be sung by millions, and you will still be playing an idiot head in some unknown little inn," Kieren said with a stern face.

"I’ll try to live long enough to see that day come."

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Kieren didn’t say this just to argue with Silver Hand, in fact, it truly was his dream.

Like all the unrecognized talents across various realms, Kieren believed that all he lacked was an opportunity.

Given the right chance, he would soar to great heights.

When Li Yu held the Heroic Spirit Summoning Ceremony, Kieren immediately set aside everything he was working on to come over, but in the end, he was still late.

He could only ask the nearby farmers about the grand scene of that day. However, many minstrels had already done so before Kieren, and after him, even more minstrels kept coming in droves.

Various works burst forth like a gushing well, most of which were much of a muchness, not even as eye-catching as Silver Hand’s gimmicks for attracting attention.

But to truly achieve a song being sung by millions or even tens of millions, you either need to be a famous poet with countless fans, or you must be the first to act.

Get your poetry sung by the masses before anyone else reacts.

The former Kieren isn’t worth considering anymore, and the latter will have to depend on fate.

In history, there have been many minstrels who started with no name, but got famous suddenly due to involving in a major battle or accidentally witnessing some world-changing events, leading to the success of their creations.

For the moment, the most eye-catching event, of course, is the upcoming martial arts competition.

It is estimated that half the Empire’s minstrels have run to the Royal Capital, with the other half on their way there, and Lion Heart Castle itself is already home to many renowned minstrels.

Kieren is a bit self-aware, knowing that he certainly can’t compete with those big shots.

However, this occasion has provided him with another line of thought.

If he can’t perform at the competition, he could sing about something else, such as the recently rising Double Rest Sect and its mysterious Prophet Merlin.

Although he missed the Heroic Spirit Summoning Ceremony a short while ago, intuition tells Kieren that there is still much unearthed material on Li Yu.

And by his side, he has Ireya, the Dragon Slayer Hero; their journey to the Royal Capital is bound to be far from boring.

The Royal Capital is the territory of the Life Church, and in recent years, the Priest of Cornelia has enjoyed unrivaled prestige in front of His Majesty the Emperor and the upper echelons of the Empire’s nobility.

If the two parties confront each other, it’s definitely going to be interesting.

The more Kieren thought about it, the more excited he got. Wasn’t this the opportunity he had been searching for all these years? As long as he set off now and caught up with Ireya’s party, would he ever lack material for creation afterward?

Thinking thus, the minstrel swept away his former dejection and became spirited all at once. He went back to his inn to pack his belongings quickly and then bolted out the door.

When he was heading downstairs, he unexpectedly ran into Silver Hand again. Seeing the bag behind Kieren, Silver Hand sneered, "What, can’t even afford the room fee?"

Kieren now had a goal and couldn’t be bothered to tangle with Silver Hand any longer. He just snorted coldly and didn’t stop his pace.

Soon after, his figure disappeared into the street outside the door.

Now it was Silver Hand’s turn to be perplexed.

He and Kieren’s verbal sparring had almost become a ritual, and the lack of retort from Kieren left him feeling off-kilter.

It was like being stuck with a fish bone in the throat while enjoying a meal.

He went on to inquire with the owner of the inn and found out that Kieren hadn’t skipped on his room fee, which added to his confusion. He sat on the wooden barrel used for performances, deep in thought.

After leaving the inn, Kieren used the last seven silver coins in his purse to rent an old horse and rode out of the city.

Although Ireya and her party had left some time ago, their group was large, and their direction was clear, so it was still easy to follow them.

But perhaps because Kieren had been down on his luck lately, he was targeted by a gang of bandits soon after leaving the city.

The unfortunate minstrel and his old horse, of course, couldn’t outrun those thieves. Thus, Kieren was captured just like that.

After a thorough search, the bandits were incredulous, never having encountered a client so impoverished in their years of business.

Feeling that Kieren brought bad luck, they were about to kill the minstrel with a single stroke, but Kieren asked if they could grant his last wish, to sing one final song before his death.

Upon permission, the minstrel picked up his Layakin again, cleared his throat, and began singing "The Resurrected Murderer".