After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 381

Garan immediately pulled the boy back to his arms, and he behaved there like the baby that he was—innocently giggling and decidedly not floating.

Garan and Althea’s eyes met but saw that no one noticed, likely because Meatball floated only a few inches and that it happened during the drinking.

It was even made less obvious by the angle of Garan’s hold. The trio’s eyes met, the baby blinked, little Pepper also blinked innocently, and the moment passed just like that.

The couple just smiled awkwardly and pretended nothing happened, waiting for the cheering to die down.

The audience continued to clap their hands and the aborigines followed the custom. Ansel saw that it had now become familiar with them after so long. However, he did know it wasn’t like this before.

This made him curious, and he turned to Oslo. "How do you show your celebratory mood?" Ansel asked the blonde, who blinked at the question in response.

"We don’t," he said, "We just say ’hail!’ if we agree to someone of high status. Otherwise, none."

"Oh… (that’s boring)," Ansel said, "Then our clapping and jumping must have shocked you guys."

Oslo laughed awkwardly, because it did, especially with the crazy high-pitched screaming. He remembered unconsciously running away when he was the target of said scream. It came from girls (and men) who called themselves ’The Golden Girls’.

It was around this time that Harold—the host—announced the last leg of the event.

It was a performance, done while the audience ate their fill. Most of them were already eating dessert, looking like they were having orgasms.

As always, Fable had been hired, but instead of just his upbeat songs he chose to do his ballads as well.

There was even a flute player (using a new makeshift recorder-flute, courtesy of Baron’s Woodworking Shop) as his accompaniment.

Even if it was just a single-tone instrument, Fable’s ethereal voice made up for it.

He sang two songs first, more upbeat ones, and the audience nodded their heads to the beat. The set was ended with his ballad, a special happy birthday song he wrote for the babies.

He looked at the two adorable children snug in their father’s arms, their large eyes staring at him and melting him to puddle.

They were the first two Terrans born when they arrived in this place, and that meant too many things.

/In a world of dreams and laugher, in a world where magic take flight/

/The children’s heart dances, bathed in birthday light./

/Happy birthday little ones, may your days be painted with various colors of gold./

The audience was silent and barely eating during the performance, engrossed.

Oslo asked, pointing at the small tube producing sounds. "Is that a sound tube?" He asked, impressed. "You people really have everything."

"You have something similar?"

"What I know doesn’t make such a full sound though."

"We call it a flute, well kind of." Ansel said, "You guys listen to it during parties?"

"Yes, though they’re mostly played by noble girls specializing in such," he said, "It’s often done when girls wanted to attract husbands."

This was the first time Ansel heard of anything related to entertainment in this continent.

They couldn’t continue with the topic though as Fable also took out his own wind instrument, resonating with his accompaniment.

It had its flaws, but it was great considering everything.

And looking at the aborigines’ fascinated appearance, Ansel remembered his plan on setting up an entertainment company!

No way, everyone’s too busy levelling up lately, how could he still remember this auxillary concern.

Well, he’d discuss it with Althea later.

If simple recorders could fascinate them, he could imagine what string instruments could do! Would it create a revolution?

Wow, very exciting!

Anyway, they would definitely welcome aborigines soon, and that meant money! He should really set these things up very soon!

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