At the end of the Month of Passion (June), the weather was very hot. Joanna and Betty, who were standing on both sides of the carriage, were sweating profusely. Their clothes seemed to be soaked through, but under the cover of their leather armors, there was no trace of see-through.
Even so, the two ladies, who were slim and fair-skinned due to their elven lineage, did not complain at all. As for Simon, who was in the front, he even defeated a few wild beasts that rushed down from the mountain. Lucien, who was occasionally taking a break from analyzing magic, could not help but praise them. They were indeed the best local adventurers recommended by the tavern owner Hansen.
Chris, who used to brag about his adventures and achievements in training, was now like a frosted eggplant. He was so hot that he did not even want to say a word.
In the carriage, Lucien had been resting with his eyes closed, and Lina was quiet and quiet. She only occasionally comforted the crying baby. Bert Wise wanted to talk to her several times, but he could not find anyone to talk to. Therefore, he had no choice but to take out the music score from his suitcase and read it quietly.
Time passed quickly, and the sky was getting dark. At about seven o 'clock in the evening, with Lucien's permission, Simon chose a hollow in the mountain wall and pitched their camp.
With the efforts of the three adventurers, three tents were built around the carriage. One was for the three ladies, one was for Simon and the coachman, and the last one was for Wise. Lucien slept in the carriage.
Looking at the three adventurers working hard, Lucien, who was sitting next to the carriage, sincerely expressed his gratitude for the money. If he wanted to travel alone, it would be better to wait until he became a middle-rank sorcerer and learned the third circle spell, Sorcerer's Cabin.
After making the campfire, setting up the pots, and cooking the food, Simon and the other two adventurers were finally free. The two ladies went to the stream nearby to clean up, and Simon sat next to the carriage and chatted with Lucien and Wise about the legends of black sorcerers and vampires in the central and southern part of the continent.
"It's said that in the Dark Age, this was indeed the territory of a black sorcerer, but later he was completely purged by the Church." Lucien recalled the history books he had read in Natasha's study in Ratacia Palace. "I can't believe there are still so many legends left."
Simon was more talkative than his appearance. He chuckled and said, "The more mysterious something is, the more people are willing to understand and spread it. Also, it can scare children who don't want to sleep at night. "
"Actually, every small town has a church, but most of the poor like to scare themselves." Wise did not care about the legends of black magicians and vampires.
While chatting and laughing, the two ladies slowly walked back. Their freshly washed, flaxen hair was draped over their shoulders. It was wet and slightly messy, with a hint of seduction. However, Betty, a sixteen-year-old half-elf, was not as charming as her elder sister.
A whistle suddenly sounded, full of ridicule. It came from the two bards who had set up camp not far away. Chris, the short and strong man, had teamed up with them.
One of the bards simply picked up a seven-stringed harp and played a passionate and romantic ballad, looking at the two ladies passionately. This was the instinct of a bard.
Joanna was used to this kind of scene. She glanced at the bards with a smile and then sat next to her husband Simon, stirring the wild vegetable soup and bread in the pot. Betty, the little girl, was a bit nervous. She glared at the bards with shame and anger. As a result, the bards began to play even more enthusiastically, and even the other bards joined in.
"You'd better be quiet." Simon warned the two bards in a low voice. If he had not accepted the mission, he would have pulled out his sword and walked over to them.
Simon, who had thick arms and a tall body, was very intimidating. Even though the two bards themselves were not bad, they still chose to stop after thinking about it for a while.
Chris hummed and said, "Simon, my friends sing and play the harp is their own business. Why do you ask them to be quiet? As long as I, Chris, am here, I will never allow you to bully others. "While speaking, Chris shook his muscles and showed off his two-handed greatsword that was even taller than him.
Chris was quite famous among the adventurers, and he had once trained a Knight. Therefore, Simon dared not to be careless and said, "Chris, you'd better be careful. After this mission is over …" Since there was a mission, the most important thing was to know the employer's wishes.
Lucien was looking at the familiar scene of a rogue flirting with a beautiful woman, and for a moment, he forgot to speak. Betty snorted, "Because their playing is too bad, so I asked them to be quiet."
"Bad? Little girl, do you think you can play better than us? " The bards' face darkened. Even if Betty was a beautiful woman, she should not slander the ability that she was most proud of.
Betty just spoke out of anger, and after being refuted by the bards, she was speechless. However, the little girl did not want to admit defeat. She looked around and suddenly saw Wise. Remembering that he was going to Korsor to study music, she could not help but point at him and say, "Our Mr. Wise can play a hundred times better than you!"
After saying that, she realized that Wise was one of her employers, and she could not get him involved. Therefore, she kept apologizing to Wise with her eyes.
Wise nodded gently, showing that he understood her impulse.
The bard on the other side looked at Wise with amusement. "Him? Can a common traveler play better than I, a bard? If he can, then I will apologize to you right away, little girl, and I will never play the harp in front of you again. "
Wise did not answer the question. He just watched the quarrel calmly like Lucien.
Seeing that Wise did not dare to speak out, the bards and Chris laughed loudly. Betty blushed and stamped her feet, looking at Wise with pleading eyes.
Simon turned his head and asked Lucien with his eyes. After getting a nod from Lucien, he was about to pull out the long sword on his back.
At this time, Wise stood up and smiled lightly, "I just started on the road of music, but no man can refuse the request of a beautiful lady, so I have to give it a try."
"Haha, don't fool around with the little girl, Mr. Wise." The bards laughed mercilessly.
Wise walked back to the tent and took out the harp from his suitcase. Without saying anything, he began to play the harp directly. It was the same song that the bards had just played. It was sweet, warm, and full of emotions. Every detail of the harp was handled very well, and it sounded much better than the bards.
In silence, the music ended. Betty was the first one who clapped her hands. She looked at Wise with admiration and then at the bards triumphantly.
The bards' face darkened. How could a random person be as good as a musician? Had God abandoned him and let him be tainted with bad luck? If he had known this would happen, he would not have been so stubborn, or he would have changed the topic to another young man!
"I'm sorry, beautiful lady." He apologized with difficulty and then went back to Chris, who seemed to be very angry, to cook the food in silence.
Betty was in high spirits, and Simon and Joanna also became enthusiastic about Wise, who had helped their sister and had outstanding musical talent.
"Mr. Wise, can you play the Kanon in D major composed by Mr. Evans? Haha, I mean the genius musician Lucien Evans, Mr. Lucien Evans? The harp version is also very good. "Betty looked at Lucien apologetically and then begged Wise.
Wise smiled and nodded slightly. Then he played the Kanon in D major. The familiar melodious music reminded Lucien of Aalto's friends. He sighed in his heart, "When we arrive in Korsor, I should send a letter to John and Natasha through the Musicians' Association and tell them what I've seen in the past two months."
Lucien had sent a letter to Lucien before they arrived in the south-central part of the continent.
When Wise finished playing the Kanon in D major, the dinner was ready. Betty said enthusiastically, "Mr. Wise, if I didn't fall in love with Mr. Lucien Evans' music, I would definitely like you."
"I think some of the musicians in Korsor are not as good as you, Mr. Wise," Joanna also complimented.
Wise's smile became a bit bigger. He was a bit proud to be mentioned in the same breath as Lucien Evans. After all, Lucien Evans was a famous musician who was regarded as the beginning of a new era.
Shaking his head, Wise turned around and walked back to his seat. When he saw the smile on Lucien's face, he shrugged helplessly and said, "Mr. Evans, I really don't know much about music."
"Haha, Mr. Wise, you're too modest. You played very well." Lucien nodded with a smile.
…
In the middle of the night, Lucien and the others' tents, which were centered around the carriages, were swaying under the light of the campfire.
A short shadow was clinging to the mountain wall like a gecko. In the dark, the shadow slowly crawled down to the camp and waited quietly.
When Betty, who was on night watch, yawned, the shadow suddenly jumped up and silently hid behind the carriage.
The shadow deftly opened the window on the other side of the carriage and then nimbly climbed into the carriage.
Quietly closing the window, the shadow stood up straight and smiled proudly. It was Chris, the real man who always liked to brag.
"Everyone thinks that I'm a two-handed greatsword warrior who is good at frontal attacks, but actually, I'm an excellent thief! Simon, Joanna, and Betty, you'd better get ready to face your employer's wrath tomorrow! "
While thinking excitedly, Chris used his dark vision to search for Lucien, "In my eyes, the beautiful sword over there should be an extraordinary sword! Humph, a kid who hasn't even grown any hair yet dares to take such a valuable weapon out on an adventure. When I sell it, together with my savings, I'm sure I can get enough money to redeem my lord! "
"Where's the sword?" Chris looked around but did not find Lucien or the sword. Suddenly, he felt his hair standing on end.
When Chris turned around and was about to run away, he finally found the sword that he had been looking for. It was reflecting a faint light in the dark, and it stopped right in front of his throat.
Looking at Lucien, who was smiling gently, Chris suddenly knelt down and begged, "Knight, please forgive me!"
Only a real knight would be able to make fun of him without him noticing!
Lucien said calmly, "Stealing is not a good habit. Do you want to keep your left hand or your right hand?"
Chris broke out in cold sweat. If the sword was not right in front of him, he would have jumped up and hugged Lucien's leg. Now, he could only beg, "Knight, please forgive me. I … I have a piece of news to tell you." 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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