Night Crow Master

There are all kinds of professionals in this team. Although most of them are ordinary professionals, swordsmen, archers, spearmen and so on, they can only rely on their own physical strength and skills, or use bows and crossbows as weapons.

But there are also professionals with extraordinary powers.

It's just that...

it's not the same as the "extraordinary professionals" imagined by Yat. The "extraordinary power" of these "extraordinary" professionals is very powerful at first, but after careful inquiry, we can understand that... Super weak.

For example, "the wind warrior blessed by the wind" - a swordsman who runs faster than a sneaker.

What kind of "the man favored by the earth" - soldiers with physical strength twice as strong as normal people.

And "thieves who can smell the wind" - thieves who have a good sense of smell, but whose stealth skills are not outstanding.

What's the "frost sword" - a swordsman who can make his weapons cold.

There is also a bard who can summon the wind.

The last two of them sound like a little bit, which makes Yat interested in them.

Art is very curious to find the Bard. Although, according to legend, the professional "bard" is a man who has the blood of an elf and looks more beautiful than the aristocrat, but....

in addition to the slight difference between ears which are sharper than he is five degrees and ten degrees, Yate has not seen how beautiful this real bard is.

It's similar to him. It's just a little bit more handsome than ordinary people, but it's not special in the crowd.

However, this bard named Hughes, when he saw him, was a flash in his eyes -

"Hey! I hear the wind! You and I are the same! I haven't seen any other bards for a long time

As he spoke, he was staring at art with a big smile on his face.

And his fellow mercenaries, after hearing Hughes' voice, also cast their eyes on art's face.

For others, Hughes might have meant that bards who could only sing, play and tell stories met their peers.

However, they understand that Hughes's saying is -

"you are also a bard!? I mean professionals. " One of the captains of the mercenary, who had just come out to negotiate with truno, came to Yat and looked at him with a straight eye.

"When two men stare at him with such" warm "eyes, art feels a little numb. Then, he thinks of what the countess's daughter, miss eltie, said to him:

" the creator of this mysterious idea is a senior wizard apprentice. He is also a bard with spirit blood. He is very fond of music and music Poetry, the pursuit of art is even more than the pursuit of truth, all the energy is put on the research energy and bards

At that time, the countess's eyes were full of pity:

"although this idea has some special effects, there is no doubt that the hope of this ghost idea breaking through to the official wizard level is almost zero. Later, none of the witches who practiced this idea could even reach the level of high wizard apprenticeship, and when they reached the level of medium apprenticeship, they would be able to reach the level of high wizard apprenticeship It will stagnate and can't be promoted at all. I suggest you have to change your mind... "

is this the so-called" special effect "?

Art is speechless. The "special effect" of this ghost idea is to make the other party think of himself as a bard professional.

In other words, this ghost idea can make your breath closer to the spirit and so on?

Seeing at art's stupefied look, the Mercenary Captain gave a friendly smile: "my name is Lourdes. Are you interested in joining us? Although I don't know why such a great person as you didn't join the team, please consider us if you can. "

Although they are not small mercenaries, they are still attractive.

Especially after Hughes joined, under his special strength, their whole team has been greatly improved.

Another bard? It's not the minstrel. A real professional is worth recruiting.

After lourder sent out the invitation, bayas and others, who were not far from Yat, were still at a loss. They did not know why their guest suddenly became an extraordinary professional.

"This..." Yat has reflected that, although he does not know what Hughes thinks of himself as a professional bard, he can't help his identity now. After they speak, people around him will realize it.

He just inquired about the extraordinary professionals in the team, and let people know that he is a lone Walker without a fixed team.

"I need to think about it..." Yat could not help but reply, under the "hot" eyes of Lourdes and Hughes.In fact, he is more likely to walk alone. After all, he needs to "hunt" and then upgrade his rank. Moreover, although he is a transcendent, he is a wizard, not a real bard professional.

Although he got the answer of "think about it", lourder could also see that the other side was moved. As long as there was a move, the others could be taken slowly.

But at this time, Hughes was enthusiastic to pull art aside: "come on, rat, let's play together!"

Playing? Before Yat had time to think about it, the other side took out his own instrument, which was similar to the harp owned by Yat. Yat's harp was closer to the "U" shape, while the other party's was smaller than his harp, which could be held by one hand and had a "d" shape.

Without waiting for Yat to say anything, Hughes's slender fingers were plucked on the seven strings of the harp, and the sound of Ding Dong was connected with the melody into melodious music:

"the rose petals scattered on her toes, and the brilliant golden hair fell on her chest."

"Beautiful girl..."

after singing a passage, Hughes looked at art with satisfaction:

"Hey, rat, why don't you come along?"

I can't sing that.

Art rolled his eyes. Before he came to this world, he just learned the guitar after following the trend for a year. Playing the harp also depended on the feeling of the guitar. He was not very proficient.

What's more, his mind was still dealing with the series of things ahead, and he didn't respond to the sudden request for harmony.

"I'm good at heroic epics, not... Romantic songs like this."

Although I haven't heard this song, it can be seen from this short lyrics that it should be a poem praising the beauty of a girl.

"Oh, how could it be?" Hughes touched his smooth, bearless chin. "Narrath, you sing, and I'll accompany you."

With that, Hughes held the harp in his arms again, his eyes burning at art.

Seeing the burning eyes, not only did Yat feel a little numb, but also Gloria, who had been lying on his head, could not help moving backward:

"Yaya --"

hearing Gloria's voice, Hughes's eyes brightened: "Hey! Little crow! Do you want accompaniment, too? "

"..." Yat sighed. It's a bit of a problem to deal with such a self-made guy.

Taking off the harp hanging from his waist, Yat recalled the heroic poems of his predecessor and plucked the harp strings:

"deep in the forest, there are winding rivers and reeds

"The fish are moving forward to return to their hometown."

As att plucks the strings, the slow and melodious sound of the strings rings.

After listening for a while, Hughes also began to wave the strings. Although he had not heard the song, he could not play the melodious and quiet music. If it was harmonious, he only needed to express the atmosphere.

The marching team, also seems to be affected by the sound of the two pianos, gradually quiet down.

"Little fish, through the rusty armor of the river, swim through the skulls of the dead at rest."

"The night sky is silent, and the moonlight flows with the river."

"The war is over, and the crows are no longer flying to block out the sun."

The procession moved on slowly, with a trace of sadness on the faces of many mercenaries.

Yat also noticed this, although the lyrics touched, but not enough to let them have such performance.

Then, he remembered the particularity of bards as professionals -

they can use music to stimulate natural forces to form magic, and they also have the power to use music to infect emotions.

While playing, art observes Hughes around him.

An obvious and wonderful mental power converges on the harp in his hand, and with the fluctuation of the strings, this spiritual force spreads out with a special frequency.

The other side has no cover up at all, or in other words, it can't hide at all.

Yat thought for a while, and learned from each other. A spirit filled the harp in his hand.

The melodious sound of the piano brings a quiet and leisurely feeling.

With the end of the music, the crowd also broke away from the situation just now, and then there was a burst of applause.

"An amazing Epic!"

"It's Hughes!"

"Musician Hughes!"

"The new guy is also very good! What's his name

"Rath! His name is lat! Looking young? Maybe we should call him little partner rath? "

"Hey, who has wine! Who has wine! I'll have a drink

Gradually, the mercenaries began to clamor and get out of the atmosphere.

Hughes's eyes were even hotter when he looked at Art: "I feel the power of the night! Rath, I didn't expect you to be the poet of the nightPoet of the night? What the hell is that?

Art couldn't help thinking.

However, art looked at the big words "Dark Wizard" on the occupation column - does mental power have its own characteristics?

He has the highest qualification in the dark attribute... Or, he only has the qualification of the dark attribute. The practice of the "dark night poetry" has also brought his spiritual strength with the special flavor of the dark night poetry.

"But." Hughes was holding the harp, and his face was a little strange. "Rath, why do I feel a little strange about your mental strength?"

It's strange, of course, that I'm a wizard of the night, not a poet of the night. My spiritual power is also that of a wizard, not a real bard.

Moreover, he not only has the profession of "Dark Wizard" but also "Raven mage". He will not be surprised if there are more changes in the characteristics of spiritual power.

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There are all kinds of professionals in this team. Although most of them are ordinary professionals, swordsmen, archers, spearmen and so on, they can only rely on their own physical strength and skills, or use bows and crossbows as weapons.

But there are also professionals with extraordinary powers.

It's just that...

it's not the same as the "extraordinary professionals" imagined by Yat. The "extraordinary power" of these "extraordinary" professionals is very powerful at first, but after careful inquiry, we can understand that... Super weak.

For example, "the wind warrior blessed by the wind" - a swordsman who runs faster than a sneaker.

What kind of "the man favored by the earth" - soldiers with physical strength twice as strong as normal people.

And "thieves who can smell the wind" - thieves who have a good sense of smell, but whose stealth skills are not outstanding.

What's the "frost sword" - a swordsman who can make his weapons cold.

There is also a bard who can summon the wind.

The last two of them sound like a little bit, which makes Yat interested in them.

Art is very curious to find the Bard. Although, according to legend, the professional "bard" is a man who has the blood of an elf and looks more beautiful than the aristocrat, but....

in addition to the slight difference between ears which are sharper than he is five degrees and ten degrees, Yate has not seen how beautiful this real bard is.

It's similar to him. It's just a little bit more handsome than ordinary people, but it's not special in the crowd.

However, this bard named Hughes, when he saw him, was a flash in his eyes -

"Hey! I hear the wind! You and I are the same! I haven't seen any other bards for a long time

As he spoke, he was staring at art with a big smile on his face.

And his fellow mercenaries, after hearing Hughes' voice, also cast their eyes on art's face.

For others, Hughes might have meant that bards who could only sing, play and tell stories met their peers.

However, they understand that Hughes's saying is -

"you are also a bard!? I mean professionals. " One of the captains of the mercenary, who had just come out to negotiate with truno, came to Yat and looked at him with a straight eye.

"When two men stare at him with such" warm "eyes, art feels a little numb. Then, he thinks of what the countess's daughter, miss eltie, said to him:

" the creator of this mysterious idea is a senior wizard apprentice. He is also a bard with spirit blood. He is very fond of music and music Poetry, the pursuit of art is even more than the pursuit of truth, all the energy is put on the research energy and bards

At that time, the countess's eyes were full of pity:

"although this idea has some special effects, there is no doubt that the hope of this ghost idea breaking through to the official wizard level is almost zero. Later, none of the witches who practiced this idea could even reach the level of high wizard apprenticeship, and when they reached the level of medium apprenticeship, they would be able to reach the level of high wizard apprenticeship It will stagnate and can't be promoted at all. I suggest you have to change your mind... "

is this the so-called" special effect "?

Art is speechless. The "special effect" of this ghost idea is to make the other party think of himself as a bard professional.

In other words, this ghost idea can make your breath closer to the spirit and so on?

Seeing at art's stupefied look, the Mercenary Captain gave a friendly smile: "my name is Lourdes. Are you interested in joining us? Although I don't know why such a great person as you didn't join the team, please consider us if you can. "

Although they are not small mercenaries, they are still attractive.

Especially after Hughes joined, under his special strength, their whole team has been greatly improved.

Another bard? It's not the minstrel. A real professional is worth recruiting.

After lourder sent out the invitation, bayas and others, who were not far from Yat, were still at a loss. They did not know why their guest suddenly became an extraordinary professional.

"This..." Yat has reflected that, although he does not know what Hughes thinks of himself as a professional bard, he can't help his identity now. After they speak, people around him will realize it.

He just inquired about the extraordinary professionals in the team, and let people know that he is a lone Walker without a fixed team.

"I need to think about it..." Yat could not help but reply, under the "hot" eyes of Lourdes and Hughes.In fact, he is more likely to walk alone. After all, he needs to "hunt" and then upgrade his rank. Moreover, although he is a transcendent, he is a wizard, not a real bard professional.

Although he got the answer of "think about it", lourder could also see that the other side was moved. As long as there was a move, the others could be taken slowly.

But at this time, Hughes was enthusiastic to pull art aside: "come on, rat, let's play together!"

Playing? Before Yat had time to think about it, the other side took out his own instrument, which was similar to the harp owned by Yat. Yat's harp was closer to the "U" shape, while the other party's was smaller than his harp, which could be held by one hand and had a "d" shape.

Without waiting for Yat to say anything, Hughes's slender fingers were plucked on the seven strings of the harp, and the sound of Ding Dong was connected with the melody into melodious music:

"the rose petals scattered on her toes, and the brilliant golden hair fell on her chest."

"Beautiful girl..."

after singing a passage, Hughes looked at art with satisfaction:

"Hey, rat, why don't you come along?"

I can't sing that.

Art rolled his eyes. Before he came to this world, he just learned the guitar after following the trend for a year. Playing the harp also depended on the feeling of the guitar. He was not very proficient.

What's more, his mind was still dealing with the series of things ahead, and he didn't respond to the sudden request for harmony.

"I'm good at heroic epics, not... Romantic songs like this."

Although I haven't heard this song, it can be seen from this short lyrics that it should be a poem praising the beauty of a girl.

"Oh, how could it be?" Hughes touched his smooth, bearless chin. "Narrath, you sing, and I'll accompany you."

With that, Hughes held the harp in his arms again, his eyes burning at art.

Seeing the burning eyes, not only did Yat feel a little numb, but also Gloria, who had been lying on his head, could not help moving backward:

"Yaya --"

hearing Gloria's voice, Hughes's eyes brightened: "Hey! Little crow! Do you want accompaniment, too? "

"..." Yat sighed. It's a bit of a problem to deal with such a self-made guy.

Taking off the harp hanging from his waist, Yat recalled the heroic poems of his predecessor and plucked the harp strings:

"deep in the forest, there are winding rivers and reeds

"The fish are moving forward to return to their hometown."

As att plucks the strings, the slow and melodious sound of the strings rings.

After listening for a while, Hughes also began to wave the strings. Although he had not heard the song, he could not play the melodious and quiet music. If it was harmonious, he only needed to express the atmosphere.

The marching team, also seems to be affected by the sound of the two pianos, gradually quiet down.

"Little fish, through the rusty armor of the river, swim through the skulls of the dead at rest."

"The night sky is silent, and the moonlight flows with the river."

"The war is over, and the crows are no longer flying to block out the sun."

The procession moved on slowly, with a trace of sadness on the faces of many mercenaries.

Yat also noticed this, although the lyrics touched, but not enough to let them have such performance.

Then, he remembered the particularity of bards as professionals -

they can use music to stimulate natural forces to form magic, and they also have the power to use music to infect emotions.

While playing, art observes Hughes around him.

An obvious and wonderful mental power converges on the harp in his hand, and with the fluctuation of the strings, this spiritual force spreads out with a special frequency.

The other side has no cover up at all, or in other words, it can't hide at all.

Yat thought for a while, and learned from each other. A spirit filled the harp in his hand.

The melodious sound of the piano brings a quiet and leisurely feeling.

With the end of the music, the crowd also broke away from the situation just now, and then there was a burst of applause.

"An amazing Epic!"

"It's Hughes!"

"Musician Hughes!"

"The new guy is also very good! What's his name

"Rath! His name is lat! Looking young? Maybe we should call him little partner rath? "

"Hey, who has wine! Who has wine! I'll have a drink

Gradually, the mercenaries began to clamor and get out of the atmosphere.

Hughes's eyes were even hotter when he looked at Art: "I feel the power of the night! Rath, I didn't expect you to be the poet of the nightPoet of the night? What the hell is that?

Art couldn't help thinking.

However, art looked at the big words "Dark Wizard" on the occupation column - does mental power have its own characteristics?

He has the highest qualification in the dark attribute... Or, he only has the qualification of the dark attribute. The practice of the "dark night poetry" has also brought his spiritual strength with the special flavor of the dark night poetry.

"But." Hughes was holding the harp, and his face was a little strange. "Rath, why do I feel a little strange about your mental strength?"

It's strange, of course, that I'm a wizard of the night, not a poet of the night. My spiritual power is also that of a wizard, not a real bard.

Moreover, he not only has the profession of "Dark Wizard" but also "Raven mage". He will not be surprised if there are more changes in the characteristics of spiritual power.

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