With everyone watching, Baku began to tell stories.

Just like Li Wei's impression, he is an outgoing person who is very talkative.

But this guy is a little too eloquent.

It was obviously an activity to complain, but the more Baku talked, the more involved he became and the more cheerful he became. He almost thought that this complaint meeting was a stand-up comedy performance:

"Like everyone else, I don't have a father."

"My mother said I have a father. I asked her who my father was. She said there were too many people and she couldn't tell them apart..."

"...."

"Do you know how I got enough money to come to Piltover?"

"Because I'm handsome...hehe. When I was working in a dark alley store, the boss's wife's eyes turned red when she saw me, and she couldn't even lift her pants up."

"I have no choice but to put in some physical effort and earn some hard-earned money."

"...."

"It will be even more troublesome after coming to Pi City."

"I obviously just want to work here, but there are always women who slow down my ability to make money."

"In the past two years since I've been here, I've had so many girlfriends... Those foremen in Piltover are jealous of me because of this, and they've been giving me trouble all day long, damn it!"

"You also said that the factory's policy prohibits male and female workers from falling in love. I'm CNM! Aren't you just afraid that I'm too handsome and will delay these stupid Picheng guys from hooking up with the female workers in Za'an?"

"...."

After Baku finished speaking, everyone was laughing.

He did say a lot of bitter things. But these bitter things were not too bitter to the Zaun people in the first place. After being processed by his foul mouth, they turned into bitter melon-flavored candies.

"Is this really okay..." Lina, Victor, and the Zaun students all looked helplessly at Janna the Blue Bird.

How can anyone complain so loudly that the whole audience laughs?

Li Wei is asking no one to trust him!

"No." Li Wei said leisurely: "This will have the best effect."

"Do you really think...Baku is laughing in his heart when he recalls those things?"

"Huh?" Everyone was slightly stunned.

Levi did not explain, but just asked Seraphine: "Seraphine, how are you preparing?"

"me..."

Seraphine's voice was choked and she could hardly speak a complete sentence.

Only then did everyone finally realize that not everyone was laughing.

Seraphine was crying. Tears soaked her blue pupils, forming crystal teardrops and slowly falling from the corners of her eyes.

"Mr. Levi, I'm ready..."

"Is the music matched?"

"Well... I picked a song and it felt right." Seraphine raised her finger and gently wiped away her tears.

But tears continued to pour out, turning the silk gloves wrapped around her fingers into a translucent color.

Obviously, she was moved by the story of Baku and also moved by her own work.

"It seems to be working." Levi felt relieved a little.

"Then, next-"

"Please invite Miss Seraphine to come on stage and sing a song for everyone."

"Huh?" Victor and others were shocked:

What about the promised grievance meeting?

Why is it a concert again?

"Don't underestimate the power of literary and artistic works."

This was also the publicity method that Li Wei finally thought of after he suffered a setback.

If you don’t understand the truth or complain clearly, you can use opera, drama, music and other literary and artistic works to create an atmosphere and make people emotionally involved.

"Only by setting the right atmosphere and mobilizing emotions can we elicit their 'original suffering'. By eliciting the original suffering, we can help them 'dig at the root of their suffering' and help them realize the source of their suffering."

"And suitable literary and artistic works are our best helpers in creating atmosphere and adjusting emotions."

Sometimes telling a great truth a hundred times may not be as effective as performing "The White-Haired Girl" once.

Levi doesn't know of any story script suitable for Runeterra.

But he has Seraphine, a born soul singer.

There are countless Zaun stories, true stories.

When the two are combined, the power they unleash may be beyond imagination.

"Please, everyone, listen to me singing!"

Seraphine stepped onto the stage that belonged to her.

This stage is not gorgeous, there are no lights, no smoke, no cheering fans, and no crowds of applause. It is very different from the idol stage she once dreamed of.

But at this moment, Seraphine felt that this was the stage that belonged to her.

"La~"

The music started.

It's a sad song.

Seraphine's heavenly singing voice perfectly interprets the mood of this song.

Even without the use of magic, music itself has the ability to infect emotions.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many Netyiyun users at 12 midnight.

In the sound of this music, everyone present, whether they were Zaun students or apprentices, university professors or Piltover business owners... could not help but feel empathy for Seraphine and the owner of this story.

No, not just empathy.

Seraphine's singing voice is magical.

Different from before:

This time she is not using magic to brainwash the audience or forcefully distort the audience's will.

She was just using that magical melody to share with everyone the stories she saw and analyze the images she saw in Baku's mind.

"La la la la la la la~"

The singing echoed in everyone's ears.

After they were immersed in the music, they saw this picture in a trance:

Zu'an, dark alley, narrow and dilapidated alley.

The young Baku squatted in the corner.

The children were smiling at him:

"Baku~Baku~Baku without a father~"

"I have a father! I do!"

"Then what is your father's name?"

"..."

"Haha, of course you don't know! Your mother was sold in a brothel. She doesn't even know how many fathers she found for you... Hahahaha!"

The music is still echoing.

Baku struggled to grow in music and in the haze of Zaun.

The picture was always dark until that day.

"Baku, please, take me away... I know you have saved a lot of money. You can take me out of here and escape to Piltover together."

In a shop in a dark alley, a young woman grabbed Baku's hand.

Baku had never touched a woman's hand.

His face was slightly red: "I...I...but, you are the boss's woman."

"I'm just a slave he bought!"

"Please...if he continues like this, he will definitely torture me to death..." The woman was crying: "Take me away. Let's go to Pi City to be apprentices and live together..."

"Okay." Baku said this word out of nowhere.

Then his whole world lit up.
To be continued...