Night Raven Master

Chapter 33 The True Bard

There are all kinds of professionals in this team, although most of them are ordinary professionals, such as ranger swordsmen, archers, gun shield warriors, etc., can only rely on their own physical strength and skills. Or a crossbow as a weapon.

However, there are also some professionals with extraordinary strength.

only.
It's not quite the same as the "extraordinary professionals" that Yate imagined. The "extraordinary power" of these "extraordinary" professionals sounds very powerful at first glance, but after careful inquiry, it becomes clear that they are super weak.

For example, "Wind Warrior Blessed by the Wind" - a swordsman who can run faster than a stalker.

What "a man favored by the earth" - a warrior whose physical strength is twice as strong as a normal person.

And "thieves who can smell the breath of the wind"-thieves with a great sense of smell, but not outstanding stealth skills.

What about "Frost Sword" - a swordsman who can make his weapon become icy.

There is also a "bard who can summon the wind" - a professional bard.

The latter two sounded a little more presentable, which also gave Art some interest in them.

Art was very curious to find this bard. Although, according to the legend, the professional "bard" has the blood of an elf and is more handsome than a nobleman, but
Except for the slight difference that the ears are five or ten degrees sharper than his, Art really hasn't seen how handsome this real bard is.

It's similar to him, just a little bit more handsome than ordinary people, but it's the kind that has no distinctive features in the crowd.

However, when this bard named "Hughes" saw him, his eyes lit up——

"Hey! I hear the wind! You and I are the same! I haven't seen another bard in a long time!"

He stared straight at Art as he spoke, with a huge smile on his face.

And his companions, those mercenaries, after hearing Hughes' voice, also cast their eyes on Art's face.

For others, Hughes' words may simply mean that the bards who could only sing, play, and tell stories met their peers.

However, they understood that what Hughes said meant——

"You are also a bard!? I mean a professional." One of the mercenary captains who came out to negotiate with Truno just now came to Art and stared at him with straight eyes.

"." Stared at by two men with such "enthusiastic" eyes, Art felt his scalp tingling, and then he remembered what the earl's daughter—Miss Alti had said to him:
"The creator of this meditation method is a senior wizard apprentice. He himself is also a bard with elf blood. He likes music and poetry very much. His pursuit of art even surpasses his pursuit of truth. All his energy It's all about research energy and bards."

At that time, the eyes of the Countess were full of pity:

"Although this meditation method has some special effects, there is no doubt that the hope of this meditation method breaking through to the official wizard level is close to zero. None of the wizards who practiced this meditation method even reached the advanced level. At the level of wizard apprentices, they will stagnate at the level of intermediate apprentices, and they will not be able to improve at all. I advise you to change your meditation method."

This so-called "special effect", shouldn't it be this?

Yate was a little speechless. The "special effect" of this meditation method is to make the other party regard himself as a professional bard.

In other words, this meditation method can make one's breath closer to that of an elf?

Seeing Yate's dazed look, the mercenary captain smiled kindly: "My name is Lourdes, are you interested in joining our team? Although I don't know why a superhuman like you didn't join the team, But consider us if you can."

Although their mercenary team is not small, an extraordinary person is still attractive.

Especially after Hughes joined, under his special power, their entire team has been greatly improved.

Another bard?These are not those trolling singers, a real extraordinary professional is worth recruiting.

After Lourdes sent the invitation, Bayas and the others who were not far from Art were still a little dazed. They didn't know why their guest suddenly became a super professional.

"This." Art has already reflected. Although he doesn't know how Hughes regards himself as a professional bard, but now this identity is probably irrelevant. After they made their voices, everyone around Moved the realization to him.

He was inquiring about extraordinary professionals in the team just now, and let everyone know that he is a lone traveler without a fixed team.

"I need to think about it." Under the "fiery" eyes of Lourdes and Hughes, Art couldn't help replying.

In fact, he is still more inclined to go alone. After all, he needs to "hunt" and then upgrade his level. Moreover, although he is a transcendent, his identity is a wizard, not a real professional bard.

Although he got the answer of "Think about it", Lourdes could also see that the other party wanted to move, as long as he wanted to move, it was fine, and the rest could be done slowly.

But at this time, Hughes enthusiastically pulled Art aside: "Come on, Lat, let's play together!"

play?Before Art had time to think about it, the other party took out his own musical instrument, which was similar to the harp owned by Art. Art's harp was closer to the "U" shape, while the other party's harp was smaller than his. It can be held with one hand and has a "D" shape.

Before Art could say anything, Hughes plucked the seven strings of the harp with his slender fingers, and the sound of ding dong was connected with the melody into a melodious piece of music:

"Rose petals fell on her toes, and her golden hair fell across her bosom."

"beautiful maiden"

After singing a passage, Hughes looked at Art with satisfaction:

"Hey, Rut, why don't you come along?"

I can't sing what you sing.

Art rolled his eyes. Before coming to this world, he only learned the guitar for a year. He also relied on the feel of the guitar to get familiar with playing the harp, and he was not particularly proficient.

Besides, his mind was still processing the previous series of things, and he didn't even react to the sudden harmony request.

"I am good at heroic epics, not romantic songs like this."

Although I have never heard of this song, I can tell from this short paragraph of lyrics that it should be a poem praising the beauty of girls.

"Oh, it turned out to be like this?" Hughes touched his smooth chin without a beard, "Narat, you sing, and I will accompany you."

After finishing speaking, Hughes held the harp in his arms again, staring at Art with burning eyes.

Seeing the scorching eyes, not only did Art feel his scalp go numb, but even Colora, who had been lying on his head, couldn't help but move her body backwards:
"Yeah——"

Hearing Gloria's cry, Hughes' eyes lit up: "Hey! Little crow! Do you want to accompany me too!?"

"." Yate sighed, dealing with such a familiar guy is really a bit troublesome.

Taking off the harp hanging from his waist, Art recalled the heroic poems in his predecessor's memory, and plucked the strings of the harp:
"In the depths of the forest, there is a winding river flowing, and reeds are overgrown."

"The school of fish is moving forward, going back to their hometown."

As Art plucked the strings, the slow and melodious sound of the strings sounded.

After listening to it for a while, Hughes also began to vibrate the strings. Although he hadn't heard this piece before, he couldn't play the melodious and quiet piece--for harmony, he just needs to express this kind of atmosphere.

The advancing team also seemed to be infected by the sound of the two pianos, and gradually quieted down.

"Petite fishes, through the rusted armor of the river, and through the skulls of the dead who rest in peace."

"The night sky is silent, and the moonlight flows with the river."

"The war is gone, and the crows no longer soar, covering the sky and the sun."

The team moved forward slowly, and many mercenaries showed a trace of sadness on their faces.

Art also noticed this, although the lyrics were touched, but it would not make them have such a performance.

Then, he remembered the peculiarity of a professional like a bard——

They can use music to stimulate natural forces to form spells, and they also have the power to use music to infect emotions.

While playing, Art observed Hughes beside him.

An obvious and wonderful spiritual force converged on the harp in his hand, and as the strings fluctuated, this spiritual force spread out with a special frequency.

The other party didn't hide anything at all, or in other words, couldn't hide it at all.

Yate thought for a while, and imitated the other party's appearance, and a spiritual force permeated towards the harp in his hand.

In the melodious sound of the piano, there is a sense of tranquility and leisure.

As the music ended, everyone broke away from the situation just now, and then there was a burst of applause.

"Stunningly epic!"

"As expected of Hughes!"

"Musician Hughes!"

"The boy who just arrived is also very good! What's his name?"

"Rutter! His name is Rutter! Looks young? Maybe we should call him buddy Rutter?"

"Hey, who's got a drink! Who's got a drink! I want a drink!"

The mercenaries gradually became noisy and broke away from the atmosphere just now.

And Hughes looked at Art with even more scorching eyes: "I feel the power of the night! Lat, I didn't expect you to be the poet of the night!"

Poet of the night?What the hell is this called?

Arthur couldn't help thinking.

However, Yate looked at the four characters "Night Wizard" on the occupation column-will the spiritual power have its own characteristics?

He has the highest aptitude in the dark attribute. In other words, he only has the aptitude of the dark attribute, and practicing the "Dark Night Poetry" meditation method also gave his spiritual power a special flavor of the dark night poetry meditation method.

"However." Hughes was holding the harp, his face was a little strange, "Lat, why do I feel that your mental power is a little strange?"

Of course it is strange, I am a night wizard, not a "night poet", and my spiritual power is also the spiritual power of a wizard, not a real bard.

Moreover, he not only has the profession of "night wizard", but also the profession of "crow mage", and he will not find it strange that there are more changes in the characteristics of mental power.

(End of this chapter)