Night Crow Master

In the castle of colora.

"Master." The housekeeper handed some information respectfully to count foster.

"Well."

After seeing foster nodding, the housekeeper bowed and turned and left the room.

When he left the study at his back foot, the door closed automatically.

A silver liquid came out of the wall and gathered in front of foster into a figure.

"Master." The maid's Mercury servant bowed respectfully, "miss is back, she goes to the laboratory."

"I know." Fast put down the information in his hand and stood up.

Seeing his action, the mercury servant retreated a little, and the door of the study opened automatically. When foster left, the door was closed, and the mercury maid's figure was also integrated into the wall.

At this time, elty just entered the laboratory, and the beautiful eyes blinked: "Asha, give me a melancholy flower."

Shortly after her voice rang, a silver liquid came out of the wall and gathered in front of elty into a figure: "sorry, miss elty, there is no melancholy flower."

"No more?" There was a little doubt in elty's face, "are you out of it? Why not pick it? "

At this time, a gentle and amiable voice sounded: "recently, the melancholy forest is in a period of fluctuation."

Elty turned her head, and her father, count foster, came in.

"Father." She bent slightly and raised the skirt.

"Well." "You want to make the water of the spirit?"

Elty blinked: "yes."

"Use this." The cabinet opened itself, and in a large number of material bottles, a phantom palm twisted the crystal bottle and placed it in her hand.

Apprentice - the hand of the spirit.

"Is this?" Looking at the crystal bottle in his hand, elty wondered, "the flower of resentment?"

In the crystal bottle, there are several petals, above which the white petals, like the wrinkles of the face, make her recognize.

"A substitute for melancholy flowers." "No, it should be said that before the blue flower appeared, the main material of the water of the spirit was the flower of resentment. I improved the material only when I found the melancholy flower," said farst

"It turns out to be." Elty nodded suddenly, "so, what's the difference between the two?"

The water of the spirit is a magic medicine used to assist in the engraving of inscriptions.

"The spirit water produced by the flower of resentment has better effect, but... After using such water, the spirit will have about six days to become unstable." "There will be no such sequelae if you use melancholy flowers as materials, but the auxiliary effect is lower. Melancholy flowers are more suitable for the material of spiritual water than the flowers of resentment," farst explained

"Yes." When ELTI nodded, the stability of the spirit was also a key point when the inscription was memorized. Otherwise, the inscription failed to print, and the spirit would fluctuate violently, even lead to fainting. Although the effect of the spirit flower was good, it was not stable enough, which should be said to be a double-edged sword, while the melancholy flower was stable.

"By the way." Elty raised her head and looked at her father, "why not have blue flowers?"

"Recently, it's a period of melancholy, and the magic will become manic and it's very difficult to collect the melancholy flowers."

"Volatility period?" The girl suddenly realized that the formal wizard lived in a region for a long time, and the spiritual radiation would gradually transform the area into a suitable area for the wizard to live in, and various special herbs would be produced.

However, if the wizard leaves his residence, the original radiated area will no longer be able to continue to transform. After the transformation, the "characteristics" cannot be maintained, and there will be fluctuations. Such fluctuations will cause the violent movements of beasts and monsters.

The wizard who is sensitive to spiritual and spiritual power can also feel it, and the sensory sensitivity of beast and magic object is easy to feel such fluctuation, which leads to riots.

"In the last month, never be close to the melancholy." At the last moment of stepping out of the lab, the stern warning of foster sounded, "there is a formal level of evil in the deepest part of the melancholy."

"OK." Hearing the word "official rank", elty, a thrill, completely eliminated the intention of collecting melancholy flowers.

...

clanging, the wooden door of gresa pub was pushed open again and again. The wooden door seemed not very stable, and it was not very strong pushing, but it walked for nearly 180 degrees, hit the wall and made a clanging noise.

The drunkards who drank in a warm atmosphere, laughing and filling their mouths with meat and wine, a group of rough men, hitting each other's glass, only a glimpse of the guests who came in.

A young man is not very handsome, but it is better than most people in the pub, compared with the village head and the knight master here.Although blue blood people are very handsome, not all handsome and beautiful people are blue blood people. Most people will not connect these two points together, so are the drunkards.

The calm and mature temperament of the young man is more noticeable than whether he is handsome or not.

In a similar pace, as if in the rhythm of poetry, the young man on stick came to the bar.

Standing in the bar of the tavern is a woman, a middle-aged woman. Although there are more wrinkles on her face, her proper facial features make people vaguely aware of her beauty when she was young.

The woman glanced at the broken harp he was carrying around his waist and the crow in his arms.

Bards?

These characteristics make women associate with those guys at the first time.

At this time, the group of drunken drunkards was noisy: "Hey! Grace! Another ale

"Grace! Don't you like this little white face? "

"Hey! Grace! See clearly! You can be his mother at your age

The burping drunkard came to the bar and whistled, splashing.

Art could not help but side to avoid the splash of wine, and then he looked at the woman named "grace", who should be the owner of the tavern: "madam, please give me some food."

When she heard the name "Lady", she couldn't help but curl up a little, talking to young people who could talk. She was much better than those drunkards who only knew how to drink and boast: "a barbecue? Do you need wine? Maybe a glass of black malt is a good choice. "

"OK." Art smiles politely, then pulls out the silver coin, just like the elegant bards.

After the change was recovered, Grisha pointed to a table near the corner: "there's a bard in the corner, maybe you know?"

Next to the drunkard nuzzled: "want money together? Hahaha -- "

Grisha frowned:" birut, please pay for me today, or I'll tell your captain about it. "

"Oh Birut was still drunk. When he heard the word "Captain", he gave a thrill and a flattering smile. "Well, grace, we can talk about it..."

but Yat ignored the two people who continued to talk, pretended to put the recovered copper coin in his pocket and put it in the inventory. He walked to the corner where Grisha pointed.

As he walked up to the man, he also heard the undisguised comments of the drinkers nearby:

"bard? Like that baruto? "

"It looks like it should be."

"No, I feel more like a noble young master!"

"How can it be!"!? Those noble young masters are powerful casters. How can they be bards? Even if he is a waste, he will become the follower of other nobles. "

"Who knows? What about this young man? "

"Oh, if he's a nobleman, I'll knock down the tavern door with my sword!" A thin middle-aged man waved his old sword with a sheath.

"Well, you just dare to say, even better than rut."

"Hey! Do you want to come to Bibby? "

"Oh, by the way, that fool of birut seems to have pissed off grace again! Ha ha ha

"As soon as he's drunk, he'll be like that, and he'll see it every few days."

"Hey! brother! Do you know why grace is so much better than root? Birut already owes a lot of money, but grace said she wanted him to pay it back, but she didn't really urge him to pay it off! "

"Isn't it because birut has no money?"

"No! When you come to the corner, I tell you, it's actually because...

he doesn't take the opinions of the group of drinkers into consideration and treats them calmly. He is more interested in the discussion of other drinkers about the surrounding events. When Yat walks to the corner, he can't hear the conversation of those drinkers. He also pays attention to the people in front of him.

A middle-aged man with a sparse beard on his chin and two moustaches spread over his lips in an arc.

At this time, the poet is dealing with his own black bread.

It's the long loaf of bread that Yat brought out of cindyra to be used as a stick.

When art came up to him, the middle-aged man raised his head and looked at art, indicating his meaning with an inquiring look.

"Me too." Art sits opposite him.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but look at him for a moment. After the old harp hanging around his waist passed by, he showed a sudden expression.

It's a small harp, but it's the size of a chair. No fool can walk around with such a thing except a bard.Moreover, the harp...

"my name is baruto, from the port in the north." The middle-aged man is looking right and trying to look good. Unfortunately, the crumbs in the corner of his mouth destroy all this.

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In the castle of colora.

"Master." The housekeeper handed some information respectfully to count foster.

"Well."

After seeing foster nodding, the housekeeper bowed and turned and left the room.

When he left the study at his back foot, the door closed automatically.

A silver liquid came out of the wall and gathered in front of foster into a figure.

"Master." The maid's Mercury servant bowed respectfully, "miss is back, she goes to the laboratory."

"I know." Fast put down the information in his hand and stood up.

Seeing his action, the mercury servant retreated a little, and the door of the study opened automatically. When foster left, the door was closed, and the mercury maid's figure was also integrated into the wall.

At this time, elty just entered the laboratory, and the beautiful eyes blinked: "Asha, give me a melancholy flower."

Shortly after her voice rang, a silver liquid came out of the wall and gathered in front of elty into a figure: "sorry, miss elty, there is no melancholy flower."

"No more?" There was a little doubt in elty's face, "are you out of it? Why not pick it? "

At this time, a gentle and amiable voice sounded: "recently, the melancholy forest is in a period of fluctuation."

Elty turned her head, and her father, count foster, came in.

"Father." She bent slightly and raised the skirt.

"Well." "You want to make the water of the spirit?"

Elty blinked: "yes."

"Use this." The cabinet opened itself, and in a large number of material bottles, a phantom palm twisted the crystal bottle and placed it in her hand.

Apprentice - the hand of the spirit.

"Is this?" Looking at the crystal bottle in his hand, elty wondered, "the flower of resentment?"

In the crystal bottle, there are several petals, above which the white petals, like the wrinkles of the face, make her recognize.

"A substitute for melancholy flowers." "No, it should be said that before the blue flower appeared, the main material of the water of the spirit was the flower of resentment. I improved the material only when I found the melancholy flower," said farst

"It turns out to be." Elty nodded suddenly, "so, what's the difference between the two?"

The water of the spirit is a magic medicine used to assist in the engraving of inscriptions.

"The spirit water produced by the flower of resentment has better effect, but... After using such water, the spirit will have about six days to become unstable." "There will be no such sequelae if you use melancholy flowers as materials, but the auxiliary effect is lower. Melancholy flowers are more suitable for the material of spiritual water than the flowers of resentment," farst explained

"Yes." When ELTI nodded, the stability of the spirit was also a key point when the inscription was memorized. Otherwise, the inscription failed to print, and the spirit would fluctuate violently, even lead to fainting. Although the effect of the spirit flower was good, it was not stable enough, which should be said to be a double-edged sword, while the melancholy flower was stable.

"By the way." Elty raised her head and looked at her father, "why not have blue flowers?"

"Recently, it's a period of melancholy, and the magic will become manic and it's very difficult to collect the melancholy flowers."

"Volatility period?" The girl suddenly realized that the formal wizard lived in a region for a long time, and the spiritual radiation would gradually transform the area into a suitable area for the wizard to live in, and various special herbs would be produced.

However, if the wizard leaves his residence, the original radiated area will no longer be able to continue to transform. After the transformation, the "characteristics" cannot be maintained, and there will be fluctuations. Such fluctuations will cause the violent movements of beasts and monsters.

The wizard who is sensitive to spiritual and spiritual power can also feel it, and the sensory sensitivity of beast and magic object is easy to feel such fluctuation, which leads to riots.

"In the last month, never be close to the melancholy." At the last moment of stepping out of the lab, the stern warning of foster sounded, "there is a formal level of evil in the deepest part of the melancholy."

"OK." Hearing the word "official rank", elty, a thrill, completely eliminated the intention of collecting melancholy flowers.

...

clanging, the wooden door of gresa pub was pushed open again and again. The wooden door seemed not very stable, and it was not very strong pushing, but it walked for nearly 180 degrees, hit the wall and made a clanging noise.

The drunkards who drank in a warm atmosphere, laughing and filling their mouths with meat and wine, a group of rough men, hitting each other's glass, only a glimpse of the guests who came in.

A young man is not very handsome, but it is better than most people in the pub, compared with the village head and the knight master here.Although blue blood people are very handsome, not all handsome and beautiful people are blue blood people. Most people will not connect these two points together, so are the drunkards.

The calm and mature temperament of the young man is more noticeable than whether he is handsome or not.

In a similar pace, as if in the rhythm of poetry, the young man on stick came to the bar.

Standing in the bar of the tavern is a woman, a middle-aged woman. Although there are more wrinkles on her face, her proper facial features make people vaguely aware of her beauty when she was young.

The woman glanced at the broken harp he was carrying around his waist and the crow in his arms.

Bards?

These characteristics make women associate with those guys at the first time.

At this time, the group of drunken drunkards was noisy: "Hey! Grace! Another ale

"Grace! Don't you like this little white face? "

"Hey! Grace! See clearly! You can be his mother at your age

The burping drunkard came to the bar and whistled, splashing.

Art could not help but side to avoid the splash of wine, and then he looked at the woman named "grace", who should be the owner of the tavern: "madam, please give me some food."

When she heard the name "Lady", she couldn't help but curl up a little, talking to young people who could talk. She was much better than those drunkards who only knew how to drink and boast: "a barbecue? Do you need wine? Maybe a glass of black malt is a good choice. "

"OK." Art smiles politely, then pulls out the silver coin, just like the elegant bards.

After the change was recovered, Grisha pointed to a table near the corner: "there's a bard in the corner, maybe you know?"

Next to the drunkard nuzzled: "want money together? Hahaha -- "

Grisha frowned:" birut, please pay for me today, or I'll tell your captain about it. "

"Oh Birut was still drunk. When he heard the word "Captain", he gave a thrill and a flattering smile. "Well, grace, we can talk about it..."

but Yat ignored the two people who continued to talk, pretended to put the recovered copper coin in his pocket and put it in the inventory. He walked to the corner where Grisha pointed.

As he walked up to the man, he also heard the undisguised comments of the drinkers nearby:

"bard? Like that baruto? "

"It looks like it should be."

"No, I feel more like a noble young master!"

"How can it be!"!? Those noble young masters are powerful casters. How can they be bards? Even if he is a waste, he will become the follower of other nobles. "

"Who knows? What about this young man? "

"Oh, if he's a nobleman, I'll knock down the tavern door with my sword!" A thin middle-aged man waved his old sword with a sheath.

"Well, you just dare to say, even better than rut."

"Hey! Do you want to come to Bibby? "

"Oh, by the way, that fool of birut seems to have pissed off grace again! Ha ha ha

"As soon as he's drunk, he'll be like that, and he'll see it every few days."

"Hey! brother! Do you know why grace is so much better than root? Birut already owes a lot of money, but grace said she wanted him to pay it back, but she didn't really urge him to pay it off! "

"Isn't it because birut has no money?"

"No! When you come to the corner, I tell you, it's actually because...

he doesn't take the opinions of the group of drinkers into consideration and treats them calmly. He is more interested in the discussion of other drinkers about the surrounding events. When Yat walks to the corner, he can't hear the conversation of those drinkers. He also pays attention to the people in front of him.

A middle-aged man with a sparse beard on his chin and two moustaches spread over his lips in an arc.

At this time, the poet is dealing with his own black bread.

It's the long loaf of bread that Yat brought out of cindyra to be used as a stick.

When art came up to him, the middle-aged man raised his head and looked at art, indicating his meaning with an inquiring look.

"Me too." Art sits opposite him.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but look at him for a moment. After the old harp hanging around his waist passed by, he showed a sudden expression.

It's a small harp, but it's the size of a chair. No fool can walk around with such a thing except a bard.Moreover, the harp...

"my name is baruto, from the port in the north." The middle-aged man is looking right and trying to look good. Unfortunately, the crumbs in the corner of his mouth destroy all this.

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