When a solo ended, Dikao shook his head with regret.

"Oh, it would be a pity, if only there was an electric guitar..."

"My King, what is an electric guitar?" Grey asked with his head raised.

"You will know in the future!" Dikao rubbed her head, "I beat the drum well today, and I can try double-steps next time."

"OK!"

"Asilia," Dikao turned his head and shouted, "How is it?"

"Hu——" Acelia let out a long breath, her hands tightly grasping her chest, breathing a little rapid, "Your instrument... can you teach me?"

"Do you want to learn?" Dikao asked with a smile.

"Yeah!" Acelia nodded, and the light seemed to be released in her eyes, "I want to learn!"

"It seems that Rabbell is in charge of watching you?" Dikao thought for a while, "I will ask her to teach you the most basic music theory knowledge. In addition, her harp is very good!"

"Harp?" Acelia turned her head, "Is that one?"

"The one I play is the piano," Dikao pointed to the side, "that's the harp."

"How did you invent so many instruments?" Acelia asked.

"The purpose of my learning to compose is to be able to conduct a symphony one day!" Dikao smiled, "Forget it, I'm not useful to tell you about this now. Let's see what you can learn during this time here."

As she said that, Dikao turned around and left, allowing her to digest the shock she had just felt.

Although it is only a ensemble of two instruments, it is already a shocking effect for people in this world.

Before traveling through time, Dikao mainly learned composition and instrumental craftsmanship. After traveling here for more than ten years, he made no more than five instruments. First, it was a matter of time, and second, the physical characteristics of many materials in this world were really different from those in previous lives.

But there is no need to worry about this kind of thing, just take your time if you have the opportunity.

After saying hello to Rabbell, Dikao returned to his room and lay on the map, thinking about which aspect is better to expand his territory.

As Selena's base, Casg has her own ideas and plans, so she will not participate for now.

Bloss needs to face the beast tribe that may explode at any time. From a certain perspective, he is also a relationship between him and himself, and he cannot move for the time being.

Then there are only three countries sandwiched between Casg and Bloss, but which one to start first is also a problem.

Dikao doesn't understand military affairs, but now he wants to take the initiative to start an aggressive war, and he always feels a little overwhelmed.

Next to Casg is the Jadelu Empire, next to Blos is the Grenni Empire, and sandwiched in the middle is the Dylanta Empire.

After thinking for a while, I felt like I had no clue, so Dikao called Kalita.

"I plan to expand my territory in the near future," Dikao pointed to the map. "Casger and Bloss don't consider it now. Please help me see which of these three is better to start from."

"My King, have you finally taken the first step to dominate the world?" Kalita's face was a little excited, "I can finally swing my sword for you again!"

"Okay, okay, don't be excited!" Dikao waved his hand, "Tell me your opinion first."

"Why don't you win all three at once?" Kalita asked, "These three countries are not as powerful as Casger and Bloss, and they have not cultivated new brave men. As long as they keep summoning skeleton soldiers to siege them, they will collapse in less than three months."

"It's a good idea, but in this way, I think Kasger and Bloss won't stand by." Deka wanted to cross his hands in front of his chest and shook his head. "Although I have never been an emperor, if I think about it from the perspective of others, I may be my turn next. So if it's me, I will definitely do my best to help in this situation."

"According to your ideas, there is actually only one option." Carita raised her head and said.

"Diranta in the middle!" Dikao said the answer, "It seems that I need to go and take a look and spy on the intelligence!"

"Are you going in person?" Kalita asked.

"Yeah!" Dikao nodded, "I don't want to rely on terror. I don't want the population inside to plummet once this land is taken down."

"Even so, let's..."

"I have no other intentions, I just can't believe you!" Dikao patted Carita on the shoulder, "at least in this matter."

"Uh..." Kalita's expression stiffened for a moment, then she looked resentful, "My king, you will hurt my heart if you say this."

"You guys hurt my heart last time!" said Dikao. "Last time I asked you to send someone to catch some humans and let me talk to them, what's the result?"

“…”

"The result is that you sent out more than 100 Ghost Knights and were wiped out!" Dikao said.

"My king, you know they all died at the hands of humans during their lifetime, so..." Kalita wanted to explain.

"I know, because I know you can't control yourself, I have to go in person!" Dikao put his hands on her shoulders and stared into her eyes. "Calita, you are very important to me. I don't want to lose each of you, do you understand?"

"My King..."

"So be obedient, I will always need you to appear in the future!" Dikao's expression was very serious, "You won't shirk that time, right?"

"Crash!"

Carita knelt on one knee and put her right fist on her heart, "The moment you avenge me, I have made a vow that the rest of my life will be your sword to clear all obstacles for you!"

Dikao reached out and pulled her up, spread his arms and gave her a hug.

"I am very happy to think of you in the future! I also hope you will always be there!"

"I will always be with you!" Kalita reached out to hug Dikao's back midfielder.

"Okay, go back..." Dikao smiled and patted her on the back, "Train the people below and wait for my order!"

"Today, I'll accompany you!" Kalita raised her head.

Dikao was silent for a moment and thought of the psychological shadow he had at the beginning, but it had been more than ten years and he was almost used to it.

Then he nodded with a smile, "Okay!"

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There are also taverns in the slums, but they sell bad-quality wines with bitter taste.

But even so, in such a place, there are still many people who come here to enjoy it after working for a day every day.

The bar and tables in the tavern are basically tattered, and there are various rust on it that cannot be wiped off.

Some tables and stools still have blood stains on their legs that have been dry for a long time, but no one cares about them.

In the tavern, the better ones were covered with patches of different colors. The worse ones were basically exposed directly.

Unlike the lively taverns in the city, the taverns here are relatively quiet. Everyone is dragging their tired bodies on the chair and enjoying a glass of poor quality wine with a cloudy color and bitter taste.

Most of the people here have dull eyes and look like walking dead bodies.

People here have their lives basically calculated by day, and it is only a day to live if they can live one day.

No dreams, no goals, just rely on instinct to live every day as much as possible.

With a "click", the door was suddenly opened. No one except the bartender behind the counter went to see who was the person coming in.

"Welcome!" The bartender had a smile on his face, "What should I drink?"

"Just ale..." The visitor took off his headscarf and revealed an old face, "the cheapest kind."

"Sit as you like!" the bartender nodded, turned around and looked at the man.

Although the clothes were worn out, they were washed cleanly. The beard on the face was obviously trimmed, but the fatigue on the expression could not be concealed.

There have been many bartenders who have seen such people, and they are usually the same for those who have just come to slums to make a living.

I always feel that I am just not lucky for the time being, so I still dress up and clean up every day to find a job.

However, according to the bartender's own experience, generally such people will not be different from other customers if they use them for too long, and they rarely appear and can turn over.

Moreover, this person looked at him and probably was the first time he came here, but it didn't matter. According to experience, he will be a regular here soon.

"Ale!" The bartender placed the already worn wooden wine glass in front of the man and turned around and left.

"Puff..." The sound of the other party spitting out wine came from behind, and he was questioning, "Hey! What is this? What I want is ale!"

"This is indeed the cheapest ale here!" The bartender explained without looking back, "It's no different from other people's."

"What a joke? Do you think I haven't drunk ale?" the middle-aged man stood up and questioned.

"It's so noisy! Old man!" A young man wearing patched clothes next to him turned his head, "Look at what the price of wine here! Get out if you don't drink it!"

"What did you say?" the middle-aged man asked loudly.

"I told you to get out!" The young man did not stand up, "I want to drink it and go to the city, what big-headed garlic is here?"

"you……"

"Guest, it's better not to fight here!" the bartender said, "If the consequences are serious!"

The tone was calm, but the threatening meaning was undisguised.

The middle-aged man sat down helplessly, looked at the wine glass in front of him with a complicated look on his face, but finally did not continue to drink.

"Old man, you look familiar!" The young man looked at him and narrowed his eyes, "It feels like he has seen you somewhere!"

"Hmph!" The other party just snorted coldly and did not reply.

"A few years ago, you were the one who used eggs and tomatoes to fight the brave in the street, right?" the young man asked suddenly, and then nodded with certainty, "It's not wrong! I was at the scene at that time! It's you!"

This sentence attracted the attention of the others in the tavern, staring at him for a while, and then whispered.

The impact of the original incident was quite big, and many people have heard of that incident.

In the end, the man was not captured by the guards, and Selena apologized to him.
Chapter completed!