Truthfully speaking, Sheyan was rather displeased with this motley crew.
They could be said to be incapable of accomplishing anything, but capable of spoiling everything. They were like the lingering spirits of houseflies.
If not for the fear of alerting others in Rivendell, Sheyan and Reef would have already unleashed a massacre!
Although they were outnumbered, Sheyan could clearly see that there were obvious cracks in the temporary party in front of him. There were obvious signs of division in the small party. This was due to the lack of a strong party leader. This was also the opportunity Sheyan grasped for victory.
Two individuals against a party with at least half of its members being Growth-hunters, and a guaranteed victory! This sentence sounded a little ridiculous, but in fact, it wasn't that complicated to operate.
Once the battle started, Sheyan and Reef would first reveal the party abilities and benefits of their Silver Party. Then, they would raise their arms and announce that they had a Silver Party and were willing to recruit new members. Now was the time to assess the capabilities of their party members. A terrifying boost to HP and MP, and a life-saving ability, 'Gloryheal'! Even Zi, the leader of a large scale party who had seen many grand spectacles, was astonished, let alone these fellows.
This, was an undisguised enticement.
Then, the two of them would launch a forceful assault and suppress the other party. Reef would then display his incomparable MT capabilities.
This, was a classic example of coercion!
With such coercion and enticement, how strong could a reserve-duty Growth-hunter MT with a dark-blue tower shield possibly be? How high could their loyalty be? Destroying this temporary party was simply too easy!
However, Sheyan wasn't in the mood to inspect the new members. Most of his attention was focused on Melody, and thus, he temporarily let them off.
"Since the annoying houseflies have been chased away, let's continue." Sheyan spoke indifferently to Franklin.
Franklin was an intelligent person. Although he had just witnessed Reef's prowess, and knew that there were two unprecedentedly thick thighs in front of him, he didn't raise any requests. Instead, he focused on his melody.
He knew in his heart that speaking more nonsense would only cause the gap between him and these two thick thighs to widen. Only by displaying his capabilities, would he have a chance to advance further.
At this moment, the determined Franklin spoke to Sheyan.
"I have the ability to create illusions, so if my lord can provide me with some specific information about the scenery and things, I can also make the people who are listening to the performance feel these things and increase the success rate of my lord's plan."
Sheyan was moved.
"Oh, you have such an ability?"
Franklin smiled and said, "That's right.
"In the real world, I'm a magician. I've been learning magic since I was ten years old. By the time I entered the Space, I've already spent thirty years on it."
"That's settled then …"
*****
Because Franklin still needed to organize the song, he hoped to perfect it, so he postponed the performance until tomorrow.
Sheyan and Reef then parted ways with Franklin. Although Prince Legolas had become a candidate, they still had to plan carefully before acting. Thus, they couldn't let go of their investigations on him.
According to their original plan, Sheyan went to look for the dwarf Segimli. Reef seemed to have established a relationship with a fellow from a human diplomatic mission. His family seemed to have extensive connections, thus, Sheyan was able to save himself a lot of trouble by associating with him.
However, Segimli seemed to be in a bad mood today. Early in the morning, he ran to a bar to drown his sorrows. Observing him munching on a grape and drinking a few mouthfuls of wine, it was as though he didn't care about what he was eating or drinking. His goal was to get himself drunk.
When Segimli saw Sheyan, he squeezed out a strained smile and said.
"My friend, I've just contacted Mister Sam of the bar. He will have an hour to discuss music with you."
Mr. Sam was a bard. More importantly, he had stayed in the Shahan Kingdom for at least ten years. Every tavern there was like his home. It sounded like he was a very common bard, but there was one thing that had to be noted. Prince Legolas hailed from the northern Shahan Kingdom, the neighboring Shahan Kingdom. Therefore, if Sheyan wanted to inquire about any information, Mister Sam was undoubtedly one of the most likely people to provide him with answers.
Sheyan wasn't in a hurry to find Sam. Instead, he sat down in front of the young dwarf and earnestly asked.
"Mister Segimli, I feel that you shouldn't keep your depressing matters in your heart. Sharing it with your friends is a good idea."
Segimli shot a grateful glance at Sheyan. Then, as someone who couldn't hold back his words, he continued. "That's right.
"My family has run into some trouble, my friend. Soon, it will be Shali Arkat among the dwarves." "That's right," Roland said with a smile. "That means the immortal hammer, the red-hot iron felt, and the smell of burnt beard.
Sheyan asked.
"Is this festival very important?"
Segimli worriedly replied.
"We dwarves will hold this meeting every hundred years, and the winner will be decided by the most exquisite forging equipment. The better the performance, the more you will be able to get a large amount of mineral veins with good quality. In fact, our family had originally prepared a necklace, a staff, and an armor. But this morning, I received news from my father that the necklace couldn't be selected for the selection …. So, I'm afraid that after this festival, our family will decline? "
"So you're only lacking one tool?" Sheyan was enlightened. "Then your Shari Arakat festival will be held tomorrow?"
"No, half a year later." Segimli shook his head and replied.
Sheyan curiously asked.
"Then why not reforge it immediately? Could it be that you're lacking a master craftsman? "
Segimli dejectedly replied.
"The Segimli family has the best master craftsman amongst the dwarves. His craftsmanship can even suppress those evil duergars! But.... the three main ores in our family have all dried up. There are no more raw materials. The reason why we chose to forge the necklace was because of the lack of raw materials. "
Sheyan couldn't help but ask.
"What raw materials are you lacking?"
Mr. Segimli replied.
"Mithril and adamantine!"
Hearing these two words, Sheyan's brows slightly furrowed. Previously, he had plundered the orc wizard tower of the white robed wizard Saruman. The amount of mithril and adamantine these two rare metals were plentiful. Regrettably, Sheyan wasn't able to bring them back to the nightmare realm due to the way he obtained them. Thus, he could only hand them over to Melody to bury.
Before leaving, Sheyan had repeatedly instructed Melody not to divulge this information to the other dwarves and to only arm herself. However, he felt that Melody was a naturally naive little girl. She would probably divulge everything to the other dwarves. Thus, he didn't hold much hope.
However, Melody's performance during the Rivendell ceremony had overturned Sheyan's impression of her. Sheyan suddenly realized that Melody's growth couldn't be described with common sense. After all, twilight elves inherited the memories of their past lives! That goes to say, Melody's current situation was much better than he imagined.
Of course, it wasn't convenient for Sheyan to assume everything now because he didn't know the whereabouts of the wealth. Thus, he probed with a question.
"Then, you should need to forge a large scale equipment right? It seems like you need at least 50 to 60 kilograms of mithril and adamantine right? "
Segimli immediately shot a disdainful look at Sheyan as though he was looking at a retard. Of course, he was also speechless.
"50 to 60 kilograms!! Sir! The entire dwarven kingdom's annual production of mithril and adamantine doesn't even reach 10 kilograms! Do you think we can use these two precious treasures to forge armours? They are only used for addition and infiltration, like salt sprinkled on oily barbecued meat. If our clan can obtain 5 to 6 pounds of mithril and adamantine, then don't talk about protecting our mines, we can even challenge the top 3 clans. "
Sheyan chuckled awkwardly, but his mind was already in a state of high speed scheming ….
*****
The next morning, Franklin had already made ample preparations and began his operation.
To him, singing on the streets was originally a hobby. He was originally a person who loved music. Unfortunately, music couldn't provide him with bread, a house or a decent job, but magic could. However, this didn't hinder him from treating music as a hobby outside of work.
It was easy to find where Melody was staying, but why? Because the twilight elves had a transcendent status. Their residence was called 'Aritantis' in the elven language, which translated to 'a place bathed in starlight'. Elven architecture was originally luxurious and exquisite. The residence of the twilight elves was even more splendid and resplendent, with a distinct unique style. Thus, one could tell from afar.
After Franklin and Aamir Khan's excellent demonstration yesterday, a few bards also took a liking to the street style of singing. The elves also didn't reject such a method. Thus, when Franklin strolled along the clean white stone path and played a melodious saxophone, it didn't attract much attention. The passing elven guards would occasionally stop to listen and nod their heads in admiration before continuing their patrol. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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