Night Crow Master

Feller and old Feller looked at each other, some vigilant, but, looking at the young man without any weapons, they also put down their vigilance.

Before they could speak, Yat said, "my name is Kuwait. I'm a bard. When I was sleeping around here yesterday, my package was stolen, including my beloved harp."

Pretending to be depressed, he continued, "I don't know where to find the damned thief, but I know there's no hope of finding it back. Just this morning, I saw a black bird near here. Can you help me catch one?"

In some distress and embarrassment, he took five copper coins from his inner pocket and said sincerely, "although it is a little less, I hope you can help me."

"Well..." Feller looked at his father, and then the old hunter said, "Oh, it's unfortunate, Mr. Kuwait. I'm sorry for your misfortune. There are a lot of thieves around here. Your hope of finding the package is really slim."

For this young "bard" identity, old Feller some doubt, but he did not reveal, and... Encountered a thief?

Such things are not uncommon. In this year, 20 or 30 of the 100 travelers who came to the village met with thieves.

As for the Commission of five copper coins?

Although it's not a huge reward, it's also a matter of convenience for old Feller, who has lived for decades on the golora forest.

So, he'll take it, but the black bird?

Black Woodpecker? myna? Black finch? crow?

Well, I hope the young bard doesn't mean the woodcarving.

"Mr. Kuwait, what is the black bird you are looking for?"

"It doesn't look very big. This morning, when I was frustrated to find that I only had the plucker of the harp, that bird appeared and took it away. If I remember correctly, it should be a crow."

"Crow? All right Old Feller and his son looked at each other, "crows like to collect more than other birds, especially the glittering things. Then, your harp paddles are attracted by it, but..."

old Feller coughed: "Mr. Kuwait, we still need to hunt in the forest, so we can only help you to catch a crow, as to whether or not to take your stand We can't guarantee the one with the paddle. "

At the end of the day, isn't it that the reward is low?

Art's eyes were white in his heart, but he still pretended to be lost: "Oh, why, I thought I could at least get the pick back... Well, well, you just need to help me catch a crow."

The depressed tone and the dejected look made philer and old Feller believe it. Perhaps because he was sorry, old philler didn't say anything more, and immediately began to prepare for catching crows.

There was no smile in the corner of her mouth.

After that, however, it was not very smooth.

After a morning, old Feller and Feller caught a beaver, a squirrel and a Gloria grouse, but did not catch a crow.

The three of them sat around. Old Feller and Feller were eating dry food with fruit, while art bought half a piece of black bread with a copper coin, and ate ate the fruit in a similar way.

As the rumor has it, the black bread is as hard as stone, and it's terrible to eat.

However, art, who plays fast, needs to be very adaptable. At most, he should complain appropriately and express his admiration for the nobles.

Finally, like a bard, she remembers a song and sings the melody softly:

"she has breakfast."

"She's out."

"She forgot the basket and the handkerchief on the table."

"She bought a lot of food."

"And then I went home."

"At night, the town is quiet and serene."

"The terrible wizard fell in love with the girl in town."

"But the girl has an incurable disease."

"She will die on her twentieth birthday."

"The wizard can't accept it. He's a little crazy."

"So, the time of this village is always fixed on that day."

"The last day of her nineteen years."

"Every midnight, it's like an opera house."

"Keep repeating the same day."

"She had breakfast."

"She's out."

"She forgot the basket and the handkerchief on the table."

"She bought a lot of food."

"And then I went home."Yat sang softly, though the sound was not beautiful, it was not bad.

If he had a harp at this time, people would regard him as a real bard.

No, old Feller, he's convinced of his bard status.

"Oh, Mr. Kuwait, this is a sad story." Old Feller wiped the corner of his eyes. The old man is always more sad than the young.

On one side, Feller shrugged his shoulders. Although the story of "Mr. Kuwait" is touching, the tears are still too exaggerated. However, even so, he also affirmed the identity of Yat: "it's a pity that if you have a harp at this time, it will be more perfect."

Sincere praise came from the young man's mouth.

At this moment, a voice came from the distance.

The hoarse voice of "wow -- Wow -" came from the location of the trap.

Old Feller and Feller were stunned, and then the old hunter said with a smile, "Mr. Kuwait, if that's right, our trap has caught a crow."

After art gets up, the three of them rush to the front.

In an inverted basket, a black bird was flapping its wings and making hoarse calls.

Old Feller stepped forward and lifted the basket. The one who had been ready immediately reached in and accurately grasped the two wings of the crow.

The crow, whose wings were under control, kept waving its claws and even tried to attack philler with its gray black beak.

But it didn't help.

Old Feller reached out and held the crow's feet and wings in his hands. He took it from philler and handed it to art.

After Yat took over, the old hunter said, "crows are not easy to get along with. They are very clever and even more vengeful than wolves. Mr. Kuwait, if you can't tame it, then it's more suitable to be a meal of food..."

the old hunter put forward suggestions.

"OK." Art grinned.

Neither philler nor old philler noticed that after the crow was taken over by Yat, he no longer resisted. As a faint light flashed, there was a submissive mood in the dark crow's eyes.

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Feller and old Feller looked at each other, some vigilant, but, looking at the young man without any weapons, they also put down their vigilance.

Before they could speak, Yat said, "my name is Kuwait. I'm a bard. When I was sleeping around here yesterday, my package was stolen, including my beloved harp."

Pretending to be depressed, he continued, "I don't know where to find the damned thief, but I know there's no hope of finding it back. Just this morning, I saw a black bird near here. Can you help me catch one?"

In some distress and embarrassment, he took five copper coins from his inner pocket and said sincerely, "although it is a little less, I hope you can help me."

"Well..." Feller looked at his father, and then the old hunter said, "Oh, it's unfortunate, Mr. Kuwait. I'm sorry for your misfortune. There are a lot of thieves around here. Your hope of finding the package is really slim."

For this young "bard" identity, old Feller some doubt, but he did not reveal, and... Encountered a thief?

Such things are not uncommon. In this year, 20 or 30 of the 100 travelers who came to the village met with thieves.

As for the Commission of five copper coins?

Although it's not a huge reward, it's also a matter of convenience for old Feller, who has lived for decades on the golora forest.

So, he'll take it, but the black bird?

Black Woodpecker? myna? Black finch? crow?

Well, I hope the young bard doesn't mean the woodcarving.

"Mr. Kuwait, what is the black bird you are looking for?"

"It doesn't look very big. This morning, when I was frustrated to find that I only had the plucker of the harp, that bird appeared and took it away. If I remember correctly, it should be a crow."

"Crow? All right Old Feller and his son looked at each other, "crows like to collect more than other birds, especially the glittering things. Then, your harp paddles are attracted by it, but..."

old Feller coughed: "Mr. Kuwait, we still need to hunt in the forest, so we can only help you to catch a crow, as to whether or not to take your stand We can't guarantee the one with the paddle. "

At the end of the day, isn't it that the reward is low?

Art's eyes were white in his heart, but he still pretended to be lost: "Oh, why, I thought I could at least get the pick back... Well, well, you just need to help me catch a crow."

The depressed tone and the dejected look made philer and old Feller believe it. Perhaps because he was sorry, old philler didn't say anything more, and immediately began to prepare for catching crows.

There was no smile in the corner of her mouth.

After that, however, it was not very smooth.

After a morning, old Feller and Feller caught a beaver, a squirrel and a Gloria grouse, but did not catch a crow.

The three of them sat around. Old Feller and Feller were eating dry food with fruit, while art bought half a piece of black bread with a copper coin, and ate ate the fruit in a similar way.

As the rumor has it, the black bread is as hard as stone, and it's terrible to eat.

However, art, who plays fast, needs to be very adaptable. At most, he should complain appropriately and express his admiration for the nobles.

Finally, like a bard, she remembers a song and sings the melody softly:

"she has breakfast."

"She's out."

"She forgot the basket and the handkerchief on the table."

"She bought a lot of food."

"And then I went home."

"At night, the town is quiet and serene."

"The terrible wizard fell in love with the girl in town."

"But the girl has an incurable disease."

"She will die on her twentieth birthday."

"The wizard can't accept it. He's a little crazy."

"So, the time of this village is always fixed on that day."

"The last day of her nineteen years."

"Every midnight, it's like an opera house."

"Keep repeating the same day."

"She had breakfast."

"She's out."

"She forgot the basket and the handkerchief on the table."

"She bought a lot of food."

"And then I went home."Yat sang softly, though the sound was not beautiful, it was not bad.

If he had a harp at this time, people would regard him as a real bard.

No, old Feller, he's convinced of his bard status.

"Oh, Mr. Kuwait, this is a sad story." Old Feller wiped the corner of his eyes. The old man is always more sad than the young.

On one side, Feller shrugged his shoulders. Although the story of "Mr. Kuwait" is touching, the tears are still too exaggerated. However, even so, he also affirmed the identity of Yat: "it's a pity that if you have a harp at this time, it will be more perfect."

Sincere praise came from the young man's mouth.

At this moment, a voice came from the distance.

The hoarse voice of "wow -- Wow -" came from the location of the trap.

Old Feller and Feller were stunned, and then the old hunter said with a smile, "Mr. Kuwait, if that's right, our trap has caught a crow."

After art gets up, the three of them rush to the front.

In an inverted basket, a black bird was flapping its wings and making hoarse calls.

Old Feller stepped forward and lifted the basket. The one who had been ready immediately reached in and accurately grasped the two wings of the crow.

The crow, whose wings were under control, kept waving its claws and even tried to attack philler with its gray black beak.

But it didn't help.

Old Feller reached out and held the crow's feet and wings in his hands. He took it from philler and handed it to art.

After Yat took over, the old hunter said, "crows are not easy to get along with. They are very clever and even more vengeful than wolves. Mr. Kuwait, if you can't tame it, then it's more suitable to be a meal of food..."

the old hunter put forward suggestions.

"OK." Art grinned.

Neither philler nor old philler noticed that after the crow was taken over by Yat, he no longer resisted. As a faint light flashed, there was a submissive mood in the dark crow's eyes.

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