Night Crow Master

"We are here, and the plays of the past are fresh in my mind."

"Empires Rise, prosper and sink."

"People pass on from generation to generation, regardless of strength."

"The flames of disaster have destroyed one town after another, new life alternated, hard to count."

"However, the great ship rolling forward will never stop."

Art met a real bard, not a fake poet like him.

It's not very well dressed. It's about the same as a civilian.

The Bard, who was sitting under a tree and playing his harp, didn't look very well.

The blood from his abdomen, and the torn clothes, proved that he met a robber in the wild.

When he saw art, the Bard, pale and smiling, did not seem to care about his impending death.

No, it's not that you don't care, but you've compromised.

That dim eyes, showing is calm.

Art sat quietly in front of him, listening to the Bard's last performance.

I don't have any medical supplies with me. I can't save him.

Seeing art sit quietly, the Bard understood something, and his face turned red again.

After adjusting his sitting posture, he continued to play and sing:

"the tower of the empire is about to topple, and the dying heroes are recalling their hometown."

"Is the blackbird still singing the same song?"

"Does mistletoe grow in... The crown of oak?"

The Bard coughed up blood, but he didn't give up playing.

"Their legends will be forgotten, and their once loud words will also be buried in the red dust."

The voice was hoarse choked by the blood in the throat, and the heart, which had lost a lot of blood, could no longer stir strongly.

"May the hero rest in peace."

There was a big smile on his face, and then he handed the harp to art.

When art took over the harp, the Bard lost his voice.

Hands down.

"Art was silent.

He knew that the death in front of him was not just the performance of data, as usual seen in the game.

Even if the game is true, it is still fake.

And in front of you, the reality that you can touch and reach.

Art's eyes swept to the old Harp:

[broken cayasit harp lv13: it's a broken harp that reposes the sorrow of the wanderer cajasit. It's not a supernatural object, but it's magical. 】

"although I am not a real bard, I will continue to use it." Art sighs.

Why is it that he can steal money from a strange businessman without noticing it, but is still haunted by the death of a strange bard?

Yat didn't want to understand, and he didn't want to think about it.

As he walked to the tree where the Bard was leaning, his palm touched the ground. With the soil in the inventory, pieces of soil disappeared from the ground. A moment later, a deep hole appeared.

After the Bard's body is dragged into the cave, the number of 3 pieces of earth in the item bar slowly drops to 0, and the hole is filled again.

"Rest in peace."

Art finds a branch and carves words on it with a knife.

May good friend kayasit rest in peace.

Then he turned and left.

...

"some people are born noble."

"Some people are good at praising."

"But I'm always the end of this vein."

"There is no delicate face."

"There is no strong spirit and understanding."

"However, tricky is the rule of the game"

with a harp in his hand and a black crow on his shoulder, Yat sang as he walked.

This is a song from a poem collection that my predecessor once saw.

After reading poetry anthology, Yat did not like this kind of education.

Often, after being discovered by his father, he will be reprimanded, but the young Yat is not tired of it.

This is what art found out from the broken memory, a few of which can be called complete memory.

"Cunning, insignificant, but spread in the world."

It's not a bright theme. If it's true, it's the story of a noble who is careful, tolerant and struggling.

"The cruel deception of romance is made clear by hatred."

"The neglected cubs, gnawing at the world woven by cruelty and lies."

"Against the cold fog, the black crows are whispering crazy songs."Art suddenly stops. When he sings here according to his memory, he suddenly feels something is wrong.

Black crow? No, the image of crow appears in many poems. It is not a rare image.

Doubtfully looked at the black crow Lola on the shoulder, the other side crooked his head, also revealed doubts.

Shaking his head, he continued to sing.

This continuous journey is too boring. This poem is also used to kill time.

Just like the usual jogging, walking with headphones listening to the same.

"The black crow whispers the song of madness."

"This continent is a blooming orchard with ripe, delicious and juicy fruits."

"Crows shuttle in the moonlight, and storms roar with snow and ice."

"He knew the news was coming."

"The kingdom will disappear, and even the devil will perish."

"Beauty and peace return home.

"He knew the news was coming."

"The king of the night will rise."

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[gain professional basic skills]

[passive · dark polar LV1: casting power decreases by 50% during the day, and increases by 20% at night. 】


[acquire skills]

[meditation · dark night poetry LV1: mental power recovery speed increased by 15%, and deep meditation increased by 30%. ——"Some are born noble, some are good at praising. But I'm always at the end of this vein...]

take a closer look, and at last Yat understands.

This poem is a meditation method belonging to the wizard. Moreover, although the level is not very high, this one is indeed a wizard's meditation method.

He tried to open his mind.

In an instant, the whole person seems to have fallen into the deep night, at the same time, do not know whose voice rings.

"The jingle of coins swinging around the lion's waist disturbed the sleep of the night."

"The spirit of the night plays the flute of death."

"Step deeper into the quagmire every day, and cut off their folly with the audacity of wisdom."

"Use their brains to stick and shape puppets..."

"I am an incompetent blue blooded person, a person without honor. I only regard myself as king."

At the end of the song, the night that covered his spirit disappeared.

Art found that his spirit became extremely full.

"Is this the wizard? The real caster? " Totally different from the game, no matter how strong the game is, he has never experienced this wonderful feeling. This is the extraordinary world touched by the real senses.

Looking at the two professions on the system interface, there are two professions under the column, full of skills table, Yat's face showed a smile.

At this moment, a carriage slowly stopped behind him.

Art couldn't help turning away.

This carriage, only from the beautiful decoration and strong horses, can tell that it is a noble's car.

Then, the curtain of the carriage was lifted to reveal a delicate and charming girl's face:

"Apprentice?"

Hearing this, Yat immediately realized the identity of the other party.

And this "Apprentice" refers to the wizard apprentice.

Before the official wizard, there was an apprenticeship.

There are three levels of apprenticeship, from the lowest elementary apprentice, to the middle apprentice, and then to the higher apprentice.

Looking at the girl, the crow on her shoulder is a warning signal.

Then the coachman, a woman in hard leather armour, came down from the carriage and bowed to art in front of him:

"Dear caster, our miss elty sincerely invites you."

"Elty?" A surname flashed through art's head.

"He inquired," he inquired

"Exactly." The woman nodded.

Art turns his head and looks at the girl at the carriage window, and the girl smiles with aristocratic reserve.

ELTI Salem golora, the Lord of the county of chorola, was one of the daughters of the Earl of glora.

And the count of Gloria, in accordance with the aristocratic system of the kingdom of Allen...

the official wizard.

"Art was silent for a moment. If he was a wizard apprentice, he would not hesitate to contact him. However, is it a good thing to contact the official wizard at this time?Although the other party seems to have no malice, if he refuses, it is difficult to guarantee what accidents will happen.

Although there was only one person, judging from the vigilance of the black crow Gloria, the woman was also a professional, and the girl sitting in the carriage was also a wizard of rank.

He recalled that when he met the two professionals in the tavern, the black crow Gloria was not so vigilant at all.

It means that both of them are better than the professionals you meet in a pub.

It is also true that, as the daughter of a count, she would not care to move outside with only one escort. It is impossible without strength.

Be careful.

Viscount clausedo, the memory of the cheap father's teachings, came to mind - as a noble blue blooded aristocrat, there was little conflict between witches.

These thoughts, turning in the brain, are only a moment.

Then, in accordance with the noble etiquette, he politely and gracefully saluted the girl: "art Angus crawledo, it's a great honor to accept your invitation."

The girl nodded in reserve.

Then, led by the woman who was the guard and coachman, Yat entered the broad carriage.

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"We are here, and the plays of the past are fresh in my mind."

"Empires Rise, prosper and sink."

"People pass on from generation to generation, regardless of strength."

"The flames of disaster have destroyed one town after another, new life alternated, hard to count."

"However, the great ship rolling forward will never stop."

Art met a real bard, not a fake poet like him.

It's not very well dressed. It's about the same as a civilian.

The Bard, who was sitting under a tree and playing his harp, didn't look very well.

The blood from his abdomen, and the torn clothes, proved that he met a robber in the wild.

When he saw art, the Bard, pale and smiling, did not seem to care about his impending death.

No, it's not that you don't care, but you've compromised.

That dim eyes, showing is calm.

Art sat quietly in front of him, listening to the Bard's last performance.

I don't have any medical supplies with me. I can't save him.

Seeing art sit quietly, the Bard understood something, and his face turned red again.

After adjusting his sitting posture, he continued to play and sing:

"the tower of the empire is about to topple, and the dying heroes are recalling their hometown."

"Is the blackbird still singing the same song?"

"Does mistletoe grow in... The crown of oak?"

The Bard coughed up blood, but he didn't give up playing.

"Their legends will be forgotten, and their once loud words will also be buried in the red dust."

The voice was hoarse choked by the blood in the throat, and the heart, which had lost a lot of blood, could no longer stir strongly.

"May the hero rest in peace."

There was a big smile on his face, and then he handed the harp to art.

When art took over the harp, the Bard lost his voice.

Hands down.

"Art was silent.

He knew that the death in front of him was not just the performance of data, as usual seen in the game.

Even if the game is true, it is still fake.

And in front of you, the reality that you can touch and reach.

Art's eyes swept to the old Harp:

[broken cayasit harp lv13: it's a broken harp that reposes the sorrow of the wanderer cajasit. It's not a supernatural object, but it's magical. 】

"although I am not a real bard, I will continue to use it." Art sighs.

Why is it that he can steal money from a strange businessman without noticing it, but is still haunted by the death of a strange bard?

Yat didn't want to understand, and he didn't want to think about it.

As he walked to the tree where the Bard was leaning, his palm touched the ground. With the soil in the inventory, pieces of soil disappeared from the ground. A moment later, a deep hole appeared.

After the Bard's body is dragged into the cave, the number of 3 pieces of earth in the item bar slowly drops to 0, and the hole is filled again.

"Rest in peace."

Art finds a branch and carves words on it with a knife.

May good friend kayasit rest in peace.

Then he turned and left.

...

"some people are born noble."

"Some people are good at praising."

"But I'm always the end of this vein."

"There is no delicate face."

"There is no strong spirit and understanding."

"However, tricky is the rule of the game"

with a harp in his hand and a black crow on his shoulder, Yat sang as he walked.

This is a song from a poem collection that my predecessor once saw.

After reading poetry anthology, Yat did not like this kind of education.

Often, after being discovered by his father, he will be reprimanded, but the young Yat is not tired of it.

This is what art found out from the broken memory, a few of which can be called complete memory.

"Cunning, insignificant, but spread in the world."

It's not a bright theme. If it's true, it's the story of a noble who is careful, tolerant and struggling.

"The cruel deception of romance is made clear by hatred."

"The neglected cubs, gnawing at the world woven by cruelty and lies."

"Against the cold fog, the black crows are whispering crazy songs."Art suddenly stops. When he sings here according to his memory, he suddenly feels something is wrong.

Black crow? No, the image of crow appears in many poems. It is not a rare image.

Doubtfully looked at the black crow Lola on the shoulder, the other side crooked his head, also revealed doubts.

Shaking his head, he continued to sing.

This continuous journey is too boring. This poem is also used to kill time.

Just like the usual jogging, walking with headphones listening to the same.

"The black crow whispers the song of madness."

"This continent is a blooming orchard with ripe, delicious and juicy fruits."

"Crows shuttle in the moonlight, and storms roar with snow and ice."

"He knew the news was coming."

"The kingdom will disappear, and even the devil will perish."

"Beauty and peace return home.

"He knew the news was coming."

"The king of the night will rise."

Br >

. 】

[gain professional basic skills]

[passive · dark polar LV1: casting power decreases by 50% during the day, and increases by 20% at night. 】

[acquire skills]

[meditation · dark night poetry LV1: mental power recovery speed increased by 15%, and deep meditation increased by 30%. ——"Some are born noble, some are good at praising. But I'm always at the end of this vein...]

take a closer look, and at last Yat understands.

This poem is a meditation method belonging to the wizard. Moreover, although the level is not very high, this one is indeed a wizard's meditation method.

He tried to open his mind.

In an instant, the whole person seems to have fallen into the deep night, at the same time, do not know whose voice rings.

"The jingle of coins swinging around the lion's waist disturbed the sleep of the night."

"The spirit of the night plays the flute of death."

"Step deeper into the quagmire every day, and cut off their folly with the audacity of wisdom."

"Use their brains to stick and shape puppets..."

"I am an incompetent blue blooded person, a person without honor. I only regard myself as king."

At the end of the song, the night that covered his spirit disappeared.

Art found that his spirit became extremely full.

"Is this the wizard? The real caster? " Totally different from the game, no matter how strong the game is, he has never experienced this wonderful feeling. This is the extraordinary world touched by the real senses.

Looking at the two professions on the system interface, there are two professions under the column, full of skills table, Yat's face showed a smile.

At this moment, a carriage slowly stopped behind him.

Art couldn't help turning away.

This carriage, only from the beautiful decoration and strong horses, can tell that it is a noble's car.

Then, the curtain of the carriage was lifted to reveal a delicate and charming girl's face:

"Apprentice?"

Hearing this, Yat immediately realized the identity of the other party.

And this "Apprentice" refers to the wizard apprentice.

Before the official wizard, there was an apprenticeship.

There are three levels of apprenticeship, from the lowest elementary apprentice, to the middle apprentice, and then to the higher apprentice.

Looking at the girl, the crow on her shoulder is a warning signal.

Then the coachman, a woman in hard leather armour, came down from the carriage and bowed to art in front of him:

"Dear caster, our miss elty sincerely invites you."

"Elty?" A surname flashed through art's head.

"He inquired," he inquired

"Exactly." The woman nodded.

Art turns his head and looks at the girl at the carriage window, and the girl smiles with aristocratic reserve.

ELTI Salem golora, the Lord of the county of chorola, was one of the daughters of the Earl of glora.

And the count of Gloria, in accordance with the aristocratic system of the kingdom of Allen...

the official wizard.

"Art was silent for a moment. If he was a wizard apprentice, he would not hesitate to contact him. However, is it a good thing to contact the official wizard at this time?Although the other party seems to have no malice, if he refuses, it is difficult to guarantee what accidents will happen.

Although there was only one person, judging from the vigilance of the black crow Gloria, the woman was also a professional, and the girl sitting in the carriage was also a wizard of rank.

He recalled that when he met the two professionals in the tavern, the black crow Gloria was not so vigilant at all.

It means that both of them are better than the professionals you meet in a pub.

It is also true that, as the daughter of a count, she would not care to move outside with only one escort. It is impossible without strength.

Be careful.

Viscount clausedo, the memory of the cheap father's teachings, came to mind - as a noble blue blooded aristocrat, there was little conflict between witches.

These thoughts, turning in the brain, are only a moment.

Then, in accordance with the noble etiquette, he politely and gracefully saluted the girl: "art Angus crawledo, it's a great honor to accept your invitation."

The girl nodded in reserve.

Then, led by the woman who was the guard and coachman, Yat entered the broad carriage.

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