Li Aili: "..." That's enough, not a single word of the lyrics is in tune.

The male servant, fearing she might not understand, lowered his voice and explained, "Madam, she is learning how to become an excellent bard."

Li Aili: "…………" Other bards sing poems, but she hums doggerel.

She lowered her voice and asked, "Are you sure this is okay?"

Male servant: "What?"

Li Aili: "She's using the bard's name like this... Won't the bards really gang up on her?"

butler:"……"

"Hahahaha, hahaha!" The patrons were almost driven crazy by this woman horse.

"Ah~ Look, the master blacksmiths of yesteryear, they're now running bakeries, selling stews, they've given up blacksmithing for cooks!"

A drunkard laughed so hard his stomach cramped, and he pounded his fists, which were as big as sandbags, on the wooden table of the tavern.

"I laughed so hard I sobered up!! Hahaha!!! Someone come quick and tell her to stop! Hahahaha!"

The servant finally managed to utter a sentence, "No matter what, this profession is much better than being an assassin."

Li Aili: "..."

“Maybe for others, but for her… I’m not sure,” Li Aili said, looking at the people on the stage.

The small harp on the stage was being haphazardly strummed, producing a series of distorted and off-key melodies.

Li Aili knew that some people were tone-deaf when they sang, but this was the first time she had heard someone play the harp in a tone-deaf manner.

But she felt that Jasmine's career crisis definitely did not stem from her poor performance.

She whispered to the male servant beside her, "I've never heard a bard's song, but are all proper bards this... courting death?"

male servant: "What do you mean?"

Li Aili pointed expressionlessly at the stage, "With her 'racial AOE' attack, don't the elves and dwarves really have any objections?"

Then, as if to echo her words, Jasmine, the human-horse, sang another line:

"The Holy Dragon Empire has become an unspeakable part of history,"

"How many people still remember the glory of the Golden Dragon Clan? Ah~~ la la la~"

The tavern suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Sure enough, her hunch was right.

Other people charge money for singing, but this girl's singing is fucking deadly.

Startled and instantly sober, the patrons fled the tavern in a frenzy.

The tavern owner, his face ashen, pulled a crossbow from under the bar table and aimed it at the bewildered centaur girl.

He tossed a coin to Mama Jasmine and said grimly, "You sang very well. You don't need to come tomorrow."

Li Aili: "..."

The centaur girl's ears were flattened into airplane ears, and her tail was tightly tucked into her chubby horse rear end. She pitifully carried her little harp as she walked out.

Li Aili followed the male servant out.

Why were the patrons so frightened?

The servant said softly, "Because it is taboo. A taboo buried by all the gods in the long river of history."

Li Aili stopped the conversation and caught up with the crestfallen centaur girl.

"Jasmine flower".

Jasmine's ears perked up instantly.

"Ah, who are you?" She saw two people wearing black cloaks.

Then, Li Aili lowered her hood.

Her appearance was unforgettable, especially after seeing that face, Jasmine was tackled by a large group of strong men, ending her short career as an assassin.

She was so scared she kicked up her heels.

"You, you, you, don't try to scam me! I'm telling you! I've reformed now!"

Li Aili: "..."