Angel silently glanced at the person speaking to him. Did they take him for a fool?
Seeing the man's earnest invitation, Angel turned away and ignored him, continuing to look at the young man as he waited for his response.
The young man's expression was conflicted. He secretly glanced at the sky. Two figures seemed about to descend through the sparse clouds. Judging by their uniforms, they should be members of the enforcement team responsible for security on Mansi Magic Material Street.
He usually skirted the enforcement team's boundaries, and they had not troubled him because he never went too far. But today, he had performed twice in a row, clearly crossing the line. If he kept playing, then once the enforcement team came for him, he would not be able to run.
Thinking of this, the young man looked at Angel with deep regret. "Although I truly want to continue performing for a kindred listener, there are more important matters to attend to today. If you truly wish to hear me play, why not come again the day after tomorrow?"
The words sounded beautiful, but to everyone else, they meant something entirely different: Although I would love to keep fleecing you for money, the enforcement team is coming and I have no choice but to run. Let us set a time and place, and next time I can keep deceiving you.
"How shameless!" The bystanders shook their heads and cursed.
Angel had no time to wait another three days. He might leave within the next day or two, so naturally, he would not agree.
He had originally intended to say something more, but just then, Nausicaa stepped forward to Angel's side and whispered, "Don't waste your money. I know this guy. Whatever music you want to hear, I'll have