The howling cold wind seemed to have stopped at this time.
Previously, even through the thick wall, the winter sound of the crackling firewood in the fireplace could be drowned out. Now, it suddenly fell into a kind of oppressive silence.
Everyone in the tavern noticed something was wrong.
The owner of the tavern, who seemed to have relevant spying skills, looked outside and then withdrew his gaze like an electric shock. He touched his thick neck with some trembling, and then took a gulp of the food that was meant to be given to another guest.
Drink strong alcohol.
Later, under the influence of strong alcohol, his spirit seemed to be more stable:
"My grandfather, who once achieved great fame in the Capital of Thousand Peaks, never received such a guest."
he murmured.
Some other guests, who may have some force, stood up when they saw something was wrong.
They don't know what's going on outside.
I wanted to go out and take a look, but I was a little scared.
The knights sitting together seemed quite calm.
They have seen enough violent storms.
Such a vision was not enough to make them panic. It was just obvious that it was difficult to achieve such a peaceful experience during this renovation.
And in the midst of this noise, a guest in black robe stood up.
Entering the tavern, the other party naturally no longer wore a hood. In the light provided by the firewood in the fireplace, people could see the other party's appearance clearly:
The thin and three-dimensional face is full of ravines traced by time.
Coupled with the many weird gadgets on his waist, probably only spellcasters can use them.
This may be a Northland mage.
He stood up, but did not look at the closed door. Instead, he turned to look at the young bard on the other side who was watching the situation by the fireplace:
"It's time to go to the appointment..."
Branlavic-Corrado:?
When he was sure that the other party was speaking to him.
The young bard couldn't help but fall into a kind of confusion. But before he could get out of this confusion, the other party directly waved the magic weapon at the side of his hand.
This move alerted the knights on the other side who were still watching.
In the next moment, Corrado's figure disappeared by the fireplace.
"Don't keep that adult waiting for too long."
The existence suspected of being a Northland mage said this.
Then, he suddenly pointed his finger at the closed door behind him.
Suddenly, some kind of frosty power filled the door!
"That's not something you and I should spy on, so just enjoy the wine and barbecue in peace."
After saying that, under the increasingly vigilant gaze of the knights, the other party sat down peacefully.
At this time, in the vast world outside the tavern.
The young bard was standing on the top of what was supposed to be a snow-capped mountain.
And in front of him were huge star-like eyes poking out from the sea of clouds.
"He actually left a blood descendant behind"
In the sea of clouds, Corrado heard the roar of the storm all over the sky.
They gathered into a vast voice, roaring across the vast world.
It overshadowed the roar of winter, it overwhelmed the mountains.
All things will listen to the One Will - willingly or not...
Corrado felt that he should be surprised at his own courage at this time.
There seemed to be some invisible force supporting his body.
Let him not completely prostrate his body on the ground, just like the countless creatures kneeling on the rocks in the distant rolling hills.
For a world that doesn't have that many notable legendary characters.
Such an existence has exceeded the limit that most living beings can imagine.
Perhaps the wildest imaginative basis that could ever be provided was none other than those majestic mountains or the furious sea.
At this moment, this is Qingtian's body that cannot be compared or manifested by anything in the world...
he?
Blood descendant?
Unfoundedly, Corrado felt that the other party was talking about his father, who had some modest fame.
Countless chaotic thoughts were stirring in Corrado's mind.
He suddenly remembered his father's legacy that he found in the attic.
final legacy
And the next moment, the storm roaring above the heaven and earth once again brought the will of the sky
"You seem to be more disciplined than him."
Me - Corrado? Rules?
For a moment, Corrado suddenly didn't know how to respond to this great being.
He grew up in a human village that mainly focused on agriculture and animal husbandry since he was a child.
Those red tapes seem to be even less binding than the cattle rope in my hand.
As a descendant of a well-known bard, he did not inherit his father's related business in his hometown.
After finding the last inheritance about my father in the attic.
Without even trying to verify whether those records were the product of his father's "artistic processing", he resolutely put aside his family's property and embarked on the road to search.
Tell yourself the rules
Corrado suddenly felt that the image of his father in his memory was a little strange.
And at this moment, from the vast storm, an object landed in front of Corrado.
Along with this object that looked like some kind of container, Corrado heard the roar of the storm:
"Your father and I have an agreement."
"As for you - I am not missing a gourd of witch medicine."
"It's not in vain for you to call me a great witch..."
Is he the great witch?
Corrado's pupils suddenly contracted.
In his father's manuscript, there is a description of the names and taboos of the ancient gods. And the promise mentioned in the last words was also carried by him and one of the many ancient gods in a certain language that was unfamiliar to Corrado.
great name
Even Corrado could only understand its pronunciation with the help of his father's syllable annotations on the manuscript.
But as for its true meaning, Corrado could not find it during his long search.
From the fragmentary records of his father's poems, Corrado managed to piece together some fragmentary images.
In previous conjectures, Corrado thought it might be a giant or a semi-giant.
And now it seems that his conjecture is not completely wrong.
It's just that compared to the giant he originally expected, the other party's specifications are slightly exceeded.
As for the container placed in front of him, it contained what he called "Witch Medicine".
Corrado stepped forward and picked it up.
There was no more hesitation, just like he once chose to put aside his family's property and choose to go out.
In Corrado's view, this is not something that most true bards should consider too much. Only such constant curiosity and exploration of changes, unknowns and secrets can
Master those complicated movements and notes.
Bards are more than just skilled musicians...
In this way, Corrado fumbled around and opened the container.
Under the gaze as bright as a star, the turbid liquid appeared.