Night Raven Master

Chapter 23 The Flower of Melancholy
In Glora Castle.

"Master." The butler respectfully handed some information to Earl Fast.

"Ah."

After seeing Fast nodded, the butler bowed, turned and left the room.

When he left the study, the door closed automatically.

A mass of silvery liquid drilled out of the wall and gathered into a human shape in front of Fast.

"Master." The quicksilver servant in the maid posture bowed his head respectfully, "Miss is back, she went to the laboratory."

"I see." Fast put down the information in his hand and stood up.

Seeing his movement, the quicksilver servant stepped back a little, and the door of the study opened automatically. When Fast left, the door closed, and the figure of the quicksilver maid also merged into the wall.

At this time, Alti just walked into the laboratory, her beautiful eyes blinked: "Aisha, give me a melancholy flower."

Not long after her voice sounded, a ball of silvery liquid drilled out of the wall and gathered into a human shape in front of Alti: "Sorry, Miss Alti, there are no more flowers of melancholy."

"No more?" Alti's pretty face showed a trace of doubt, "Have you used it up? Why didn't you pick it?"

At this time, a gentle and kind voice sounded: "The Forest of Melancholy is currently in a period of fluctuation."

Alti turned her head, and her father, Earl Fast, walked in.

"Father." She slightly bent her knees and lifted the corner of her skirt.

"Yeah." Fast nodded, and walked to a cabinet not far from her, "Are you going to refine the water of spiritual energy?"

Alti blinked: "Yes."

"Use this." The cabinet opened by itself, and among a large pile of material bottles, an illusory palm picked up the crystal bottle and placed it on her hand.

Apprentice Spell - Psionic Hand.

"This is?" Looking at the crystal bottle in his hand, Alti was a little puzzled, "The flower of Wraith?"

Inside the crystal bottle were a few petals, and on the white petals, there were wrinkles like a human face that allowed her to complete the identification.

"A substitute for the Flower of Melancholy." Fast said, "No, it should be said that before the Flower of Melancholy appeared, the main material of the Water of Psionic Energy was the Flower of Wraith. Only after I discovered the Flower of Melancholy did I improve it. Material."

"So that's the case." Alti nodded suddenly, "Then, what's the difference between the two?"

Psionic Water is a potion used to assist in engraving inscriptions.

"The water of spiritual energy produced by the flower of the wraith has a better effect, but after using such water of spiritual energy, the spirit will become unstable for about six days." Fast explained, "use If the flower of melancholy is used as a material, there will be no such sequelae, but the auxiliary effect will be lower. Compared with the flower of wraith, the flower of melancholy is more suitable as a material for water of spiritual energy."

"Indeed." Alti nodded. When assisting in memorizing inscriptions, the stability of spiritual power is also a key point. Otherwise, if the inscription fails to be engraved, the spirit will fluctuate violently, and even cause fainting. Although the effect of Wraith Flower is good, but Not stable enough, it should be said that it is a double-edged sword, while Melancholy Flower is stable.

"By the way." Alti raised her head and looked at her father, "Why is there no flower of melancholy?"

Fast turned around and walked towards the door of the laboratory: "Recently, the Forest of Melancholy is fluctuating, and the monsters will become manic. It is very difficult to collect the flowers of Melancholy."

"Period of volatility?" The girl suddenly realized that an official wizard has lived in an area for a long time, and the radiation of spiritual energy will gradually transform this area into an area suitable for the wizard to live in, and various special herbs will also be produced in it.

However, if the sorcerer leaves the place of residence, then the area that was originally irradiated will no longer have spiritual power to continue to transform, and the "characteristics" after transformation will be difficult to maintain, and fluctuations will occur. The riot of monsters.

Wizards who are sensitive to psychic power and spiritual power can also feel it, while beasts and monsters have sensitive senses, so it is easy to feel such fluctuations, resulting in riots.

"In the past month, absolutely don't get close to the Forest of Melancholy." At the last moment of stepping out of the laboratory, Fast's serious warning sounded, "In the deepest part of the Forest of Melancholy, there is an official level monster."

"Okay." Hearing the word "official level", Alti was shocked and completely dismissed the plan to collect the flowers of melancholy.

With a bang sound, the wooden door of Gretha's Tavern was pushed open again. The wooden door seemed to be unstable. It was not a very strong push, but it made it go nearly 180 degrees and hit the wall, making a bang sound.

The drunkards who drank in a warm atmosphere smiled and stuffed meat and wine into their mouths, and a group of rough men bumped their glasses with each other, and only glanced at the guests who walked in the door.

A young man, not particularly handsome, but better than most of the people in this tavern, comparable to the village head here, the knight master.

Although blue-blooded people are very handsome, not all handsome and beautiful people are blue-blooded, and most people will not connect the two points together, and this group of alcoholics is also the same.

Compared with handsome appearance, this young man's calm and mature temperament is more attractive.

With a similar pace, as if stepping on the rhythm of poetry, the young man with a wooden stick came to the bar.

Standing inside the bar counter of the bar was a woman, a middle-aged woman. Although there were some wrinkles on her face, her regular facial features made it possible to vaguely know her beauty when she was young.

The woman glanced at the somewhat damaged harp on his waist, and then looked at the crow in his arms.

travelling poet?

These characteristics made women immediately think of those guys.

At this time, the group of drunken drunkards started to make noise: "Hey! Gracia! Have another glass of malt wine!"

"Gresa! Don't you just like this little boy?"

"Hey! Gracia! Look! You're old enough to be his mother!"

The belching alcoholic walks up to the bar and whistles at Gretha, sputtering.

Art couldn't help turning his body sideways to avoid the spittle mixed with alcohol, and then he looked at the woman named "Gressa", who should be the owner of the tavern: "Ma'am, please give me some food."

Hearing the title "Madam", the corners of Gretha's mouth could not help but curl up slightly. Talking to young people who can talk is much better than those alcoholics who only know how to drink and brag: "A barbecue? Do you need wine? Maybe a glass Dark ale is a good choice."

"Okay." Art smiled politely, and then took out the silver coins, just like those bards who pretended to be elegant.

After getting back the change, Gretha pointed to a table near the corner: "There is also a bard in the corner, maybe you know him?"

The drunkard next to him pursed his lips: "Ask for money together? Hahaha——"

Gretha frowned: "Birut, quickly pay me the bill today, or I will tell your captain about it."

"Oh!" Bilut, who was still drunk at first, shuddered when he heard the word "captain", and smiled obsequiously, "Well, Greta, we can still discuss it."

But Yate ignored the two who continued to talk, and he pretended to put the recovered copper coin into his pocket but stuffed it into the inventory, and walked towards the corner pointed by Gretha.

When he walked towards that person, he also heard the undisguised comments of the drinkers next to him:
"Bard? Same as that Baruto?"

"It looks like it should."

"No, I feel that he is more like a noble young master!"

"How is it possible!? Those noble young masters are all powerful spellcasters, how could they be bards? Even if they are trash, they will become followers of other noble masters."

"Who knows? Maybe this young man is that?"

"Oh, if he's a nobleman, then I'll chop down the door of the tavern with my long sword!" A thin middle-aged man swung his worn-out long sword with a sheath.

"Come on, you just dare to talk, even Bilut is better than you."

"Hey! Do you want to Bibi?"

"Oh, by the way, Bilut that idiot, it looks like he's pissed off Gretha again! Hahahaha!"

"As long as he is drunk, he will look like that, and you can see it every few days."

"Hey! Brother! Do you know why Gretha is so nice to Bilut? Bilut already owes a lot of money, but Gretha asked him to pay back the debt, but she didn't really urge him!"

"Isn't it because Bilut has no money?"

"No! Come here, let me tell you, it's actually because of..."

For the group of drinkers talking about him, he didn't take it seriously at all, and treated him calmly. He was more interested in the discussions of other drinkers about surrounding events, and when Art walked to the corner, he could no longer hear The conversations of the drinkers stopped, and he also turned his attention to the person in front of him.

A middle-aged man with a sparse beard on his chin, and two mustaches that were spread above his lips and curled up in an arc.

At this time, this "bard" is seriously dealing with his dinner——

A loaf of black bread.

It was the long loaf of hard bread that Arthur brought out from the town of Syndira, which could be used as a stick.

When Yate walked in front of him, the middle-aged man raised his head, looked at Yate, and expressed his meaning with a questioning look.

"Me too." Arthur sat across from him.

And the unexplained words caused the middle-aged man to look him up. His eyes passed by the dilapidated small harp hanging on his waist, and he showed a dazed expression.

Although it is said to be a small harp, it is also the size of a chair. Except for bards, no idiot would walk around with such a thing.

And, that harp.
"My name is Baruto, and I'm from the northern port." The middle-aged man straightened his expression and tried hard to look decent, but unfortunately, the bread crumbs at the corner of his mouth ruined all of this.

(End of this chapter)