The weather at the end of the Passion Month (June) was already very hot. The two women on both sides of the carriage, Joanna and Betty, had sweat on their foreheads, flowing down their faces like a stream. The clothes on their backs seemed to be soaked through.
However, there are no transparent traces under the cover of leather armor.
But even so, the two women who looked relatively slender and fair due to their elf blood did not complain at all, and guarded firmly on both sides of the carriage. As for Simon in front, he even fought off several wild beasts that rushed down from the mountain, allowing the carriage to occasionally pass by.
Lucien, who was taking a break while analyzing magic, couldn't help but nod in appreciation. They were indeed the best local adventurers recommended by the tavern owner Hansen.
On the contrary, Chris, a real man who had always boasted about his past adventures and training achievements, became like an eggplant beaten by frost, wilting beside him, too hot to say a word.
In the carriage, since Lucien had been resting with his eyes closed, and Lina was quiet and taciturn, she only occasionally comforted the crying children. Bert Wise tried to talk several times but couldn't find anyone to talk to, so he had no choice but to follow.
He took out the sheet music from his suitcase and looked at it quietly.
Time passed quickly, and the sky gradually became dark. At about seven o'clock in the evening, after obtaining Lucien's consent, Simon chose a depression in the mountain wall leeward to camp.
After the efforts of the three adventurers, three tents were built with the carriage as the core. One tent belonged to the three ladies, one was for Simon, the carriage driver lived, and one belonged to Wise alone, and Lucien slept in the carriage.
In the carriage.
Smiling as he watched the three adventurers busy, Lucien, who was leisurely beside the carriage, expressed his sincere gratitude for the money. If he wanted to travel alone, it would be best to wait until he became an intermediate magician and learned the "Magician's Cabin"
After this three-ring magic.
After setting up the campfire, setting up the jars, and cooking the food, Simon waited for the three adventurers to have some free time. The two ladies went to clean up the creek nearby, while he sat next to the carriage and chatted with Lucien and Wise about the central and southern parts of the continent.
The legend of black magicians and vampires.
"It is said that in the dark ages, this place was indeed the territory of a black magician, but later he was completely purified by the church." Lucien recalled the history books he read in Natasha's study room at Latasha Palace, "
I didn’t expect that there are still so many legends left.”
Simon was more talkative than he looked. He laughed and said: "The more mysterious something is, the more people are willing to understand and spread it. Moreover, it can scare children who don't want to sleep at night."
"Actually, every small town has a church, but most poor people like to scare themselves." Wise dismissed the legends of black magicians and vampires.
While talking and laughing, the two ladies slowly came back. Their freshly washed flaxen hair was spread on their shoulders, wet and slightly messy, with a touch of temptation, but Betty, a sixteen-year-old half-elf who had not yet grown out,
Not as charming as her sister.
The whistle sounded suddenly, full of teasing flavor. It came from two bards who were camping not far away, and Chris, a short and stocky man, joined them.
One of the bards simply picked up the seven-stringed harp, played a warm and romantic ballad, and looked at the two ladies with fiery eyes. This was the bard's instinct.
Joanna was used to this kind of scene. She smiled and sat down next to her husband Simon, stirring the wild vegetable soup and bread in the pot. But Betty, the little girl, seemed a little uneasy and stared at her with shame and anger.
After several glances at each other, the sound of the piano became even more enthusiastic, and even another bard joined in.
"You'd better be quiet." Simon warned the two bards in a deep voice. If he hadn't accepted the mercenary mission, he would have drawn his sword and walked over now.
Simon, who has thick arms and a tall body, is very intimidating. Even though the two bards themselves have good strength, they chose to stop after weighing it.
Chris groaned and said: "Simon, my friends singing and playing piano are their own business. Why do you ask them to be quiet? I, Chris, am here and I will never allow you to bully others based on your strength."
While shaking his muscles, he showed off the two-handed giant sword that was taller than him.
Chris is well-known among adventurers, and he once trained a knight, so Simon did not dare to answer carelessly: "Chris, you'd better be careful and wait until this mercenary mission is over." Since he has a mission.
, the most important thing is the employer’s wishes.
Lucien watched the familiar program of gangsters teasing beauties in amusement, and forgot to speak for a moment. Betty snorted softly: "Because they played so hard, I asked them to be quiet."
"Hard to hear? Little girl, do you think you can play better than us?" The first bard's face darkened. Even a beautiful woman cannot slander her most proud ability like this!
Betty just spoke out in anger, and was speechless after being hit back. However, the little girl refused to admit defeat. She looked left and right, and suddenly saw Wise. She remembered that he was going to Koser City to study music, so she couldn't help but point at him and said
: "Mr. Wise here is a hundred times better than you!"
After she finished speaking, she realized that Wise was one of her employers, how could he be involved, so she apologized to Wise repeatedly with her eyes.
Wyeth nodded gently, indicating that he understood her impulse.
The bard over there looked at Wise funnyly: "He? Can an ordinary traveler play better than me, a bard? If he can really do this, then I will immediately apologize to you, little girl, and meet you
When the time comes, you will stop playing the piano."
Wise did not answer the question, but just watched the quarrel calmly and amusedly like Lucien.
Seeing that Wise seemed afraid to come forward, the bard and Chris laughed loudly, making Betty blush, stamp her feet, and look at Wise imploringly.
Simon turned around and asked Lucien with his eyes. After receiving Lucien's nod of agreement, he was about to pull out the sword from his back.
At this time, Wise stood up and smiled calmly: "I have just started on the road of music, but no man can refuse the prayer of a beautiful lady, so I had to give it a try."
"Haha, stop fooling around with the little girl, Mr. Wise." The bard laughed mercilessly.
Wise walked back to the tent, took out the harp from the suitcase, and then without saying anything, he started playing the song played by the bard just now. It was sweet and warm, full of emotion, and every detail was handled with great care.
The quality is much better than that of the bard.
In silence, when the music ended, Betty was the first to applaud, looked at Wise with admiration, and then looked at the bard triumphantly.
The bard's face was ugly. How could anyone be as good as a musician? Could it be that the Lord had abandoned him and let himself suffer bad luck? If he had known better, he would not have been so pushy, or he would have changed the subject and brought up another person.
On young people!
"I'm sorry, beautiful lady." He apologized with difficulty, then returned to Chris, who seemed to be livid, and cooked the food in silence.
Betty was in high spirits here, and Simon and Joanna also became enthusiastic about Wise, who had helped their sister and had outstanding musical talent.
"Mr. Wise, can you play Mr. Evans? Haha, I'm talking about the Canon in D major arranged by the talented musician Lucien? Mr. Evans? The harp version is also very good." Betty looked at Lucien apologetically.
Well, then he begged Wise with passionate eyes.
Wise smiled faintly, nodded slightly, and played the Canon in D major. The familiar melodious and sweet music sounded. Lucien couldn't help but recall Alto's friends, and sighed in his heart: "When we get to Corser City, we will pass
The Musicians Association sent a letter back to John and Natasha telling them about their experiences during the two months of travel."
Before entering the central and southern part of the continent, Lucien had sent it once.
After playing the Canon in D major and having dinner cooked, Betty said enthusiastically and authentically: "Mr. Wise, if I hadn't already fallen in love with Mr. Lucien Evans's music, I would definitely like you."
"I think some of the musicians in Koser City don't play as well as you, Mr. Wise." Joanna followed up with praise.
Wise's smile became slightly thicker, and he was inevitably a little proud to be compared to Lucien Evans in Betty's mouth. That famous musician was hailed as the beginning of an era.
Shaking his head in a low-key manner, Wise turned around and walked back to his previous seat. When he saw the smile of Lucien, the "noble young master", he spread his hands and said with a helpless smile: "Mr. Evans, I really don't know much about music."
"Haha, Mr. Wise, you are so humble and you play the piano very well." Lucien nodded in a funny way.
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In the dead of night, Lucien and others' tent with the carriage as its core was swaying with black patches under the light of the campfire, making it dim and a bit ferocious.
A short figure clung to the mountain wall like a gecko, slowly crawling towards the camp in the depression below in the darkness, and then waited quietly.
When Betty, who was keeping watch at this time, yawned, he jumped up suddenly, landed and hid behind the carriage silently.
The black figure easily opened the carriage window on the other side with both hands, and then quickly climbed in.
Quietly closing the car window again, the black figure stood up straight and showed a proud smile. It was Chris, a real man who likes to brag.
"Hmph, everyone thinks that I am a two-handed giant sword warrior who is good at frontal attacks. In fact, I am an excellent thief with dwarf blood! Haha, Simon, Joanna, and little Betty, you are going to accept the offer from your employer tomorrow.
Be angry!”
Thinking excitedly in his heart, Chris used his eyes with dark vision to look for Lucien's figure: "From my perspective, the beautifully decorated long sword over there should be an extraordinary long sword! Huh, it doesn't have hair yet.
The young boy dared to take such a valuable weapon out to take risks, which really gave me an advantage. When I sell it, plus my previous savings, I will definitely be able to collect enough money to redeem the Lord!"
"Hey, where's the sword? Where's the person?!" Looking left and right, he didn't notice Lucien or Chris, who was wary of the sword, and his hair suddenly stood up.
When Chris turned around to run away, he finally found the sword he had been looking for so hard just now. It reflected a little light in the darkness and stopped at his throat.
Looking at Lucien who was smiling gently across from him, the real man Chris' feet weakened and he knelt down suddenly: "Lord Knight, please spare me!"
Only a true knight can tease himself silently!
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 hadn't been in front of him, he would have jumped up and hugged Lucien's thigh. Now he could only plead with tears: "Master Knight, please spare me, I have , I have news for you." (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)