Homncrus is NOT ROM - What Homncrus Has Returned Less Being In Another World - (WEB Version)

Merliah made him talk about what Farkas has lived as a traveler since he flew out of the Millstein family as a child and his sincere attitude towards their art.

In addition, he also told Farkas that the case of Lake Forest being kicked out this time was the valiant leg of Baildeen and that he had no intention of doing so.

I finished listening, Ronald, with his head on.

"I see...

I thought it was the whim of a noble prodigal son. "

"It's not wrong to call him a prodigal son.

He also admits it. "

"Nevertheless, I never dreamed of being a traveler for twenty years and someone who was stretching his legs all the way to Xandir.

You're envious of people like me who do theatre without ever getting out of Lysalbesse in one hassle of work.

If you're right about the theater, Count Bairdeen didn't read the air.

There's no way a human being who has come to the world as a traveler can do anything but become a seed of discord. "

"Now will you allow Mr. Farkas and his men to perform at the Imperial Theatre?

Of course, he says he will always apologize for this. "

Ronald looked up,

"... I want to do a backup of the information.

You have to look me in the eye to see if you're telling the truth. "

It wasn't long before we opened the store, so we were kicked out.

On the way back to the theater, Meliá groaned.

"I didn't think stopping by that church would help this way."

"Right.

I think Ronald was happy to talk to someone about where he was born and raised and who he was with.

So much so as to soften the attitude that it was alarming. "

"It must have been an important memory for Mr. Ronald."

There are no more important places to remember.

But the church in the woods in his memories doesn't disappear.

I hope so for all the children there.

"Still, you've noticed a lot.

Mr. Ronald's from the church. "

The fairy taught me, I can't say, so I deceive you.

Then came a time without conversation.

If I go back to the theater like this, I'll have an audition with Farkas.

I don't necessarily have time to be with Melia this way after tomorrow.

So I decided to ask.

"Why would Merliah support Farkas' performance?

"Huh?"

Melia has a Kyotong face.

"I'm in favor of escorting one of the Falcas, recommending me as Charlotte's understudy, going to solve Ronald's misunderstandings, and I'm committed to making the gig a success.

Until you delay your arrival at your destination. "

Nevertheless, it is a short distance from Lyzerbesse to the Imperial City.

Enough can be reached on foot.

"But if you feel like it, you can also go to the Imperial City with me and Merriam alone from now on.

We'll be there by sundown at the latest. "

I see Merliah's face. [M]

The expression is cloudy, adding and subtracting nagging.

I'm not responding, this is different.

"But Melia doesn't want that.

That's why I'm not taking you. "

When I said that, Meliá turned quickly towards me.

I'm in the eyes of a big beauty green. [M]

"Melia, what did you want me to stop by like this?

I look into Meliá's eyes and say:

"A lot of things..."

Meliá walks out in front of me and backwards facing me.

"Mr. Farkas' play was amazing, so I definitely wanted to see a play to do on the big stage.

I thought traveling with one of the travelers seemed interesting.

I got along with all of you and wanted the gig to be a success.

Besides, I thought I had to burn Mr. Cruz in his pretty princess's eyes. "

Melia laughs with her eyes huffy and narrow.

I bend my body to a letter, and after laughing a little, I suddenly get a serious face.

"And there's another important reason..."

The atmosphere changed. Meliá made me stop.

Meliá stares me in the eye.

I just stare back into those eyes. [M]

The wind passed by us, and the hair of the two of us sniveled.

For the first time, the people of the city also hear the sound of the wind passing through the city, where the sound of life should be overflowing.

Merliah smiled furiously at me as if to release me, feeling tingled and nervous.

"But I won't tell you yet.

I'll keep it to myself now. "

Meliá waves loudly as she was satisfied with my reaction and walks in front of me with Stasta.

I thought about what Meliá was trying to say, and I thought about it... and I realized that I was coming back to the theater.

That night, I came to watch Ronald do an audition at the Imperial Theatre when he got up to work early.

To use the wider stage to a large extent, Farkas reviews performances and scenarios from scratch.

Running through the stage with tons of sweat, giving the actors instructions.

Sometimes anger flies.

Even that El can yell at Farkas.

Farkas expects each member to perform at his or her best.

So the demands are relatively low on people with little experience like me.

Conversely, it makes a tremendously high demand on veterans Rick and Susan, Nancy and billboard actress Elle.

The expression "1mm smile" or "line not to be a line" is also abstract and I can't even understand it.

The crew rushes through the stage deluding muscles and joints hurt by torture with damp cloths and painkillers.

Even if you're tired and your face is smashed, your expression won't try to break.

It was just a battlefield on stage where actors shredded each other with impetuous momentum.

Ronald even forgot to blink at the condition and stared.

Later in the night, when the archery was over, Ronald slowly approached Farkas and bowed his head.

I watched from a short distance, but apparently there was a settlement.

But the two of them look strange and contemplate.

I approach and listen to the conversation. [M]

"I do admit that one of Lord Farkas will perform.

Regrettably, our troupe is at a different level.

If you want to show us a play worthy of the big stage... we can give up the opportunity.

But not around us, even if we admit it.

Your notoriety is already spreading throughout the city.

I heard that. They're not going to take a trip to this gig. "

Listen to Ronald. Farkas arms up and sigh.

"You don't have time for excuses to go around.

Bad rumors spread at the speed of light, but what spreads a good reputation is that there's no way to get ink off the ocean. "

Farkas shows a weakened face after being auditioned.

There, Tony shows up,

"Swimmersen, sitter.

Earlier, a flyer from a gig called Printed was brought in... 5,000 copies.

The money is from the Count. "

"Look... even if they make me say things to gold..."

Farkas hugs his head.

Instead of really being effective in handing out fliers like this around under the present circumstances, fans of upside down Lake Forest could beat me up.

That's where Susan approaches Farkas as she relaxes her body.

"Let's give it up this time.

If your brother will gather the legendary aristocrats, he will be quite physically fit.

Enjoy watching a wide range of people later. "

Tell him to comfort Farkas in a soft tone, but Farkas stands up and argues.

"What's the point of surrounding your acquaintance nobles who aren't so interested in theatre!

Theatre is not without the emotions of both the performer and the audience!

And we can only do this gig now!

Of course this is the only time Lord Cruz will be joining us, but how long can you stand on stage?

You must be hurting your knee pretty bad. "

Susan smiled gracefully for a moment, even making her face strong

"Did you find out? Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh, my sitter is"

Couscous laughs, hands on his knees.

Farkas turns away his body to shake Susan out of sight and moves his gaze to look over the members of the theater.

"More than humans play, theatre is a creature.

You can't give up as one because there can't be one identical gig.

If I could see the back of a goddess on stage at a gig I gave up, I'd die of regret!

The screaming screams of Falcus stick to the theater.

The voice transmits Farkas' heart to the people around him.

As a result, everyone in the theater was silent.

The rest of the Farkas understand that the situation is bad.

Their knowledge, their experience, everything they've cultivated as artists, is trying to bind them to anxiety and fear.

It was Merriam, who, on the contrary, did not have them, who broke that heavy silence.

"Um... I figured I'd have to let you know about all of you first?

If I don't know about you all, I don't think my bad reputation will go away.

If only you knew the other way around!

Even Mr. Ronald, the party to this case, has acknowledged your art.

Even we saw Mr. Farkas and Mr. El's play and decided to travel together.

I'm sure even the bad reputation that flows into the city will soon disappear!

Melia called on the members.

"It's easy to say. Come on, if you can admit it one day, you can't.

It doesn't make sense if people don't get together for the gig in four days.

How to return the stigma and increase the audience, if you have one, can you tell me?

Elle asks Melia in a strong tone.

Melia gets stuck in words.

However,

"It's an easy thing.

You can do the same thing. "

I ran out of words.

Then everyone's gaze gathered.

"Four days left to perform.

We just need you guys to keep showing your art around the city.

There are many playhouses in this city, and many taverns with stages.

Play arts everywhere, Farkas, and show them that one is not a nobleman's game, but a group that is seriously polishing the arts. "

The members who have heard me speak face to face. [M]

Farkas turned to me,

"True, that would be the way to go, but we don't have enough time.

Performing arts in shops and city destinations is also often done by obtaining permits, paying for places and negotiating.

Besides, we don't know anything about this city.

It's reckless not to gather that kind of information about what kind of customers gather in which taverns, and move around without darkness - "

"It's overwhelming power to manage recklessness.

You'll have it. "

Falcus tilts his neck at my words.

So show the answer early.

"You can use the power of the Millstein family.

I can even use this Imperial Theatre with one voice.

There's no need to negotiate. "

With that said, Farkas changed his blood phase to

"Then it's a repeat of the same thing!

Using the power of the Millstein family, ordinary people's minds just go away - "

"It's not bad power.

The way I did it was too forceful.

Unlike the aristocrats, you would be able to adjust their additions and subtractions.

And even if it's slightly more forceful, people will be attracted to your art. "

Farkas tries to say something, clasps his mouth.

Perhaps you don't want to rely on the power of your parents.

Because humans make rules within themselves with pride, smudges and all sorts of things.

But I think I should use whatever I can.

"And get the Lake Forest people to help too"

"Us?

Ronald is surprised to point at himself.

"I would know more about this city than the Millstein family, especially about the information involved in art.

I want you to work with me to pay off the bad reviews that have struck me. "

Ronald takes my word for it. [M]

"When they say that, you're weak...

We have a lot of reasons, and keep saying no. "

That's what makes him laugh.

Seems good that you can help.

"Sassaru! Cruz!

That's a great idea!

That's the Otoko I've never seen!

Elle hugged me with a high tension.

"Let's do it! Sitter!

We're travelers!

"From town to town, we will bring you a smile and surprise, instead we will receive rice and road bank"

It's our job to bring art to people!

Farkas looks up to Elle's voice.

The look was as clear as something blew out.

"Right...

Stop worrying about how well you can do it or how far you can do it!

I'm worried about you, too!

Bring your confident art, your favorite art and do it par!

That's the scenery before a generation of gigs!!

When Farkas calls on everyone, Ooh! A voice echoed the theater in response.

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[No name even if reincarnated]

"Homhom ~, you do it.

I can't believe you came up with a good idea in this situation. '

[◆ Auxiliary Guard]

'Quite a bit, isn't it? Evil wisdom is turning around.

You've grown up. '

[◆ Wild boar]

'No, I really think that's a good idea.

Even global musicians used to imitate funny entertainers when they ran out to listen to their music.

It's going to be fun. '

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Rationally, this is just how it turned out when I gathered what I could use.

Plus, I'm getting more and more positive about performing too.

There seems to be a reason for Meliá to have to make this gig take precedence over getting to her destination.

I don't know what the reason is, or at least it wouldn't be like people's lives and deaths are involved, but I respect Meliá's feelings and want to see what she's looking for together.

Plus, art is culture. I'm still not sure about the value of that stuff, but there are plenty of people who would love a successful gig.

Farkas, I don't want to see everyone off the stage looking bitter. [M]

So I decided what I needed to do now was make this gig a success.

I gently peel off Elle clinging to her arm and head to Meliá.

Meliá smiled as she noticed me approaching her.

"Thank you, Mr. Cruz.

I didn't think about it at all, but I spoke out, and you helped me. "

"No problem.

I told you one day, I'd protect you.

Naturally, these are the times. "

I meant to be extremely serious, but Melia got upset and laughed huffily.

I laughed a little bit, too.

"It's fine to give it a sweet vibe, would you like to talk to me?

Farkas whispered in my ear. [M]

"By showing us our art, we make the people of the city recognize us.

I think that's a very good idea.

But we have to figure out a way or a lot of things that will allow us to pull the audience that actually got us to see the art out to this theater.

Lord Cruz at the end of the line, please help... can you?

I can feel the strong will of Farkas to make me obey him.

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[No name even if reincarnated]

"Good luck, hom hom w.

We'll come up with an idea, too. "

[◆ Wild boar]

"We grew up in a world full of Shaw business. It seems time to show our strength..."

[No name even if reincarnated]

"I remember a cultural festival.

It's finally getting interesting. '

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Then, with the help of the fairy, I made various suggestions to Farkas.

I was surprised once again by the fairies' mysterious knowledge and the idea of no clapping, including where to hold the event, how to use the flyer, and how to gut anyone interested and turn them into an audience.

But what surprised me more than me was Farkas.

Around dawn when the story came together, he roughed his breath with his nogging eyes,

"Lord Cruz... aren't you seriously going to come into one of our seats?

Your idea came up with this country… no, a hundred years of cultural and artistic development in the world… no, 200 years… we will move forward… "

And he's been dictating to me.

Of course I said no with clarity.