Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 206 Mysterious Things
As the sun set, the twilight was deep, flocks of crows flitted across the gradually darkening sky, and the hoarse and desolate voice echoed in Thorne's ears.

He lay on the withered yellow sloping grass with his head in his hands and his legs crossed, looking at the dim sky. The sun hovered over the jagged horizon, and a dark orange light appeared in the sky.

The half-elf ranger, in a trance, began to recall some beautiful things, recalling things that would make him happy, remembering the dazzling dawn at sunrise, remembering the fog that enveloped the Upper Town at dusk, remembering the roaring waterfall, remembering the hard head Among them the trout prancing, glistening like mithril, remembering the icy rain ticking against faces in the shadows...

At this time, a low-pitched piece of music floated from the river in front of the half-elf ranger:

Our destiny is like the water in the embankment,
spinning around us like that,
Such things are justified,

It makes our steps heavy, but we never look back.

……

The bard Geert hugged the harp tightly, his cheek against the body, and played non-stop.

It was a slender and graceful teakwood harp, stringed by twelve silver wires, and the wood adorned with shimmering emeralds, depicting haunting ethereal clouds.

"Half-elf ranger of Upper Falls, do you hear that? The wood in my hand can speak, and the strings, gleaming with silver, are alive. From this fine harp.

This harp is a family heirloom of a fallen nobleman in Seput City. I bought it for 2000 gold coins. For this reason, I drew comic strips for those luxurious nobles in the noble district for more than two months. "

The bard Gilt glanced back at Thorne, and chattered endlessly: "Thorn, are you listening to me? Shouldn't you give your warmest applause for what I played just now?" ?

Damn it, I forgot again, I shouldn't be talking so much nonsense to you, you are like a big ox that only eats grass and plows the fields in Shuangta Town, you are as quiet as a dormouse hiding in the crop field . "

"Not only I heard it, but the neighbors around us also heard it. This is the most peaceful and peaceful place in the Melikai Temple. It's rare to relax. Because of your appearance, the atmosphere has been completely destroyed by you."

Thorne came back to his senses, straightened up and looked at the sparkling river, and retorted with a smile: "Your appearance is like a stinky and hard stone from a latrine being thrown into a calm lake."

"Neighbors?" The bard Gilt got up excitedly, and looked around: "Who else? Here I only see clear rivers, dense bushes, and tall and tall golden oak trees."

"The big catfish on the river bank, the small animals in the jungle, and the sparrows and crows flying across the sky, they are all the residents of the temple, our neighbors." Thorn got up and glanced at the little rabbit that ran past him, Then said.

After obtaining the animal domain, he found that many spiritual animals in the Temple of Melika liked to be close to him, which made him realize that this animal domain was obtained according to his heart, and it was not given randomly, because he He is a person who likes small animals very much.

After he accepted the harpist's commission, he bid farewell to the three of them. He planned to stay in the Temple of Melikai for one night, and then went to Twin Towers Town in the early morning of the next day. He had found a good place to relax quietly, but What's more, the bards who suddenly appeared and wanted to fish here were all confused.

"Big catfish?" The bard stroked the bowler hat on his head, and was stunned for a moment. Then he saw a catfish by the river with half of its head exposed on the water, flicking its tail vigorously, slapping the water surface, from time to time turned white belly.

"God! I finally took the bait. Such a big catfish is simply a monster. Damn it, its food must be super good." Gilt screamed and complained indistinctly when he saw the big catfish sticking out of the water. , Then quickly put on a pair of leather gloves to pull the fishing line.

The big catfish leaned against the river bed and swam down the river towards the bend of the river, the fishing line hissing on the bard Gilt's leather gloves.

"Thorn, come and help me, I can't pull it alone, don't let it go." Gil pulled the fishing line and greeted Thorn behind him.

"Let it go, it can't be pulled up, the fishing line can't bear this kind of weight at all, it will break." Thorne took a few steps forward, and saw the 1.5-meter-long catfish in the river, his expression was moved , comforted the bard.

"It's fine if you don't help, what are you talking about, I'm the big guy behind the fish bar for many years, I don't believe it will be broken, I have prepared enough this time." The bard is still struggling to talk to everyone. Catfish was fighting, and as soon as he finished speaking, a ring on his left hand flashed a faint light.

——"The power of the bull!"

Explosive muscles bulged on Gilt's thin body, feeling full of strength. He pulled the fishing line upward again, only to see a white line drawn by the fishing line on the river, and fine drops of water flew all over the place. Splashing, emitting a dim yellow light in the setting sun.

At this time, the big catfish suddenly jumped up from the water, drew a beautiful arc, and the fishing line suddenly loosened a lot. The bard looked happy, and immediately began to quickly reel in the line.

"I'm going to put it on the grill and grill it, chop off the fish head and stew it into fish soup." The bard Gilt said out of breath while reeling in the fishing line.

"careful!"

As the big catfish got closer and closer to the shore, Thorne, who felt something was wrong, immediately reminded: "Let it go quickly, and be careful not to break the fishing line."

As soon as Thorn finished speaking, the big catfish, which was pulled to the shallows and exposed most of its body, slapped its tail violently, jumped into the air with its strength, and then drew a perfect arc. The body of the big catfish was like a cannonball,' With a bang, he plunged into the deep water again, frantically shaking his head and tail, and swam deeper.

This is too smart, right?Become refined?
As expected of the catfish of the Temple of Melikai!
Seeing the big catfish's every move, Thorne couldn't help sighing.

The big catfish obviously knew that its own strength could not fight against the bard who was blessed with buff spells, so he leaped vigorously to get close to the shallow water area, and then took advantage of the gap where the bard hadn't completely retracted the fishing line, With a strong slap on the bottom of the water, the tail bounced up again with the help of the ground, jumping into the air, and directly distanced itself from the bard who was too late to take up the line.

Just like this:

The fishing line broke instantly after a crisp 'bang' sound, and the fisherman bard suddenly lost his balance, fell to the wetland by the river, and fell headlong.

The escaped big catfish floated far away in the deep water area, with most of its body exposed, and continued to hit the water surface violently. Its tail stirred up 2-meter-high waves in the air, as if declaring to the bard that it would not be so easy to enter soup pot.

"I curse you to go to the eighteenth level of hell! You dead catfish! Damn, the fat from your mouth is flying away." The bard blushed and panted, cursing angrily, but in return the big catfish raised Mocking Spray.

"This is the result of your many years of watering the fish bar? They really are right." Thorne glanced at the big catfish in the deep water area, and then looked at the dejected catfish, moaning like an eggplant beaten by frost. The poet, holding back a smile, complained.

"Is everything right?" the bard spat into the water and asked subconsciously.

"The boss at the fish club can know everything except fishing. Look at you, he can sing, play and sing everything, but this fishing has never been good." Thorn said with a smile: "Tsk tsk tsk, it's all right now, even IQ is crushed by big catfish."

"..." The bard Gilt looked at Thorne speechlessly, and said through gnash teeth, "Isn't it because of you? If you came to help, would I make it so proud? Maybe the fish soup is ready."

Thorne ignored the bard's nagging complaints. He noticed the broken fishing line, as if thinking of something, turned to look at him with a straight look, and asked directly: "I'm curious what kind of fish you use for such a big catfish?" What kind of fish food?"

"Don't look at me with such eyes, how could those little earthworms catch such a big catfish." The bard Gilt noticed Thorne's scrutiny, and while wrapping the fishing line with a wooden stick, he muttered: " I was the one who found a dead crow in the bushes, and it was the crow that hooked this big catfish."

"The dead crow?" Thorne glanced at the jungle, saw the guilty look on the other side, and immediately understood, so he didn't bother to argue with him, and turned to leave.

"Thorn, look! There is something on the other fishing line." Thorne hadn't gone far when the bard who was pulling in the fishing line exclaimed again, and then seemed to be discouraged: "Damn it! Unlucky, it seems to be hanging on a stone."

"I'm going! This is not a stone, hahaha, come and see what I found, it must be the wreckage of a golem constructed from the period of the Arcane Empire, Thorne, come and see!" The bard was shocked again shouted.

"The construction golem of the Arcane Empire, you just call it the Floating Void City." Hearing the other party's bluff, Thorn turned around and muttered.

Sure enough, as he expected, the bard Gilt was exaggerating, and he saw a thing wrapped in rotten ropes, fishing nets and algae being pulled out of the water.

If this guy hadn't been blessed with the "Strength of the Bull" and added 4 points to the strength attribute, it would be impossible for this guy to pull such a big thing up by himself.

The bard pulled the wreckage ashore, where leeches, mayflies, and small crabs waving bubbles with two large pincers grew in the algae of the wreckage.

"What is this?" The bard cleaned up the algae on the wreck without any scruples, showing a puzzled look.

Thorn also leaned over curiously. It was a chipped ceramic pot covered with fishing nets and black algae growing on it. Various aquatic animals and plants settled in it. When the bard picked it up, it was still ticking. There was foul-smelling mud flowing down the ground.

"Thorn, we've made a fortune!" the bard Gilt took out a small opaque bottle from the jar and exclaimed, "Do you know what this is?"

"It's just a broken bottle, so there's no fuss." Thorne said disapprovingly.

"You ignorant jackass, you are wrong!" The bard scraped off the dirt on the surface of the bottle, and shouted solemnly and seriously, "This is a magic bottle, and there is an elf living in it, and after opening , and will grant my three wishes."

"..." Thorne's head was full of black lines: "Why don't you say he is Aladdin's magic lamp."

The bard ignored Thorne, and after scraping the dirt, he bowed down and cleaned the palm-sized bottle with clean water.

"Huh?" When the cleaned vial appeared in front of Thorne's eyes, Thorn's expression was startled, and there was a flash of surprise, and he said in a deep voice, "Bring it here and let me have a look."

Noticing Thorne's solemn expression, the bard put away his chubby spirit, and handed it over honestly.

Thorne took the bottle, glanced at the sealed cork and the mysterious runes carved on the bottle, and said slowly: "You guessed it right, the runes on this bottle are similar to those of the Arcane Empire period." The arcane runes are very similar."

He once found a platinum coin from the Arcane Empire period in some underground ruins, and the runes on it were very similar to those on the bottle.However, the platinum coin could not be identified as useful, so he gave it to a paladin.

"Would you like to open it and have a look?" the bard asked eagerly.

"It's sealed by the arcane rune, and it can't be opened at all. Only those wizards who can understand the arcane rune can do it." Thorne looked at the small bottle in his hand, thinking of the bottle in the wizard tower of Winter City. Pardo, an Arcanist player, and Andrina, a sorceress who is working hard to prepare for an Advanced Arcanist.

Then he looked at the bard Gilt: "I am very interested in this small bottle, so I accept it. You can make a price."

"A thing about the Arcane Empire. It's too tall. I'm just a wandering bard. My dream is to let my songs spread throughout the continent. I don't have much interest in these things. Since you like it, take it." Go ahead, just give me some living expenses."

The bard Gilt waved his hand, said indifferently, and then reminded Thorne: "However, you have to be careful yourself, in case there is some vicious soul hidden in it, you will be finished."

"You see it quite openly." Thorne glanced at him in surprise, then took out a bag of gold coins from the dimension bag and handed it to the other party, and said with a smile: "Okay, I hope it's not too little."

"Cut!" the bard Gilger sneered at Thorne, and put it away without looking at it.

"Are you planning to continue wandering like this?" Seeing the other party put away the gold coins, Thorn asked curiously.

"Life is a moment in this world, a moment of youth, a flick of a finger is a lifetime, so I just want to enjoy the ebb and flow of the tide and the afterglow of the sunset every day on this road that is not long or short." The bard Gilt smiled , patted Thorn's shoulder, and said in a pretended deep voice.

(End of this chapter)