Night Raven Master

Chapter 4 The Unlucky Bard

Feller and old Feller looked at each other, a little vigilant, but seeing the young man without any weapons, they also lowered their vigilance.

Before they could speak, Art said, "My name is Kuwait, and I'm a bard. When I was sleeping near here yesterday, my package was stolen, including my beloved harp."

He feigned a look of frustration, and then continued: "I don't know where to find the damn thief, but I know that there is little hope of getting it back, just this morning, I saw it around here. Black birds, two, can you catch one for me?"

He took out five copper coins from the inner pocket of his clothes with some distress and embarrassment, and said in a sincere tone: "Although it is a little small, I hope you can help me."

"This..." Feller glanced at his father, and then the old hunter said, "Oh, what a misfortune, Mr. Kuwait, I feel sorry for your misfortune. There are indeed many thieves around here. There is indeed little hope of a package."

Old Feller had some doubts about the identity of this young "bard", but he didn't reveal it, and...encountered a thief?
Such things are not uncommon. In this year, out of a hundred travelers who came to the village, twenty or thirty were met by thieves.

As for the entrustment of five copper coins?
Although it is not a huge reward, it is also a matter of convenience for the old Feller who has relied on the Glora Forest for decades.

So, he'll take it, but the black bird?
Black woodpecker?starling?black sparrow?crow?
Well, let's hope the young bard wasn't referring to forest eagles.

Old Feller took the coin handed over by the other party, and then asked aloud: "Mr. Kuwait, what is the black bird you are looking for?"

There was a deliberate embarrassment on Art's face, and he looked a little embarrassed: "It doesn't look very big. This morning, when I found all I had in frustration was the pick of the harp, that bird showed up, and snatched it away, and if I remember correctly, it was the crow."

"Crows? Okay." Old Feller exchanged a glance with his son, "Crows like to collect more than other birds, especially shiny things, and then your harp pick will be stared at by it yes, but"

Old Feller coughed: "Mr. Kuwait, we still need to hunt in the forest, so we can only help you catch a crow. As for whether it is the one that took your harp pick, we can't guarantee it."

After all, don't you hate low wages?
Yate rolled his eyes in his heart, but he still pretended to be disappointed: "Oh, why, I thought I could at least get back the plectrum. Well, well, you two just need to help me grab the pick. Just a crow."

The dejected tone and dejected appearance made Feller and the old Feller couldn't help but believe it. Perhaps because of embarrassment, the old Feller didn't say anything more, and immediately started to prepare to catch the crow.

The two didn't see the fleeting smile on the corner of Art's mouth.

However, things didn't go very well afterwards.

Over the course of the morning, Old Feller and Feller caught a civet, a squirrel, and a Gloria grouse, but they didn't catch a crow.

The three sat around together, old Feller and Feller gnawed dry food with fruit, and Art also bought half a piece of black bread with a copper coin, and gnawed with fruit in a similar manner.

Just like the rumors, this black bread was as hard as a stone, extremely unpalatable.

However, Yate, who is so talented in acting, needs to show a very adaptable appearance, at most, complain appropriately, and express his envy to the nobles.

Finally, like a bard, recalling a certain song, singing the melody softly:

"She's had breakfast."

"She's gone."

"She forgot the basket, and the handkerchief on the table."

"She bought a lot of food."

"And went home."

"It's late at night, and the town is quiet and peaceful."

"Dreadful wizard in love with small town girl."

"However, the girl suffered from an incurable disease."

"She will die on her 20th birthday."

"The wizard can't accept it, he's a little crazy."

"So, the time of this village will always be fixed on that day."

"Her last day at 19."

"Every midnight, it's like an opera house."

"Keep repeating the same day."

"She's had breakfast."

"She's gone."

"She forgot the basket, and the handkerchief on the table."

"She bought a lot of food."

"And went home."

Art sang softly. Although the voice was not beautiful, it was not unpleasant.

If he had a harp at this time, people would regard him as a real bard.

No, old Feller is already convinced of his status as a "bard".

"Oh, Mr. Kuwait, this is really a sad story." Old Feller wiped the corners of his eyes. Old people are always more sad than young people.

Feller on one side shrugged his shoulders. Although the story of "Mr. Kuwait" was very touching, the tears were too exaggerated. However, even so, he affirmed Yate's identity: "It's a pity. If at this time, you With a harp, it would be more perfect."

Heartfelt praise came from the young man's mouth.

At this moment, a voice came from a distance.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa did not come from the position of trap.

Both old Feller and Feller were taken aback, and then the old hunter smiled: "Mr. Kuwait, if you are right, our trap caught a crow."

After Yate stood up, the three rushed over together.

In an upside-down pannier, a black bird was flapping its wings non-stop, while making rough and hoarse calls.

Old Feller stepped forward, and as soon as he lifted the basket, Feller, who had already been prepared, immediately reached in and grabbed the crow's two wings accurately.

The crow whose wings were controlled kept waving its claws, and even tried to attack Feller with its gray-black beak.

However, to no avail.

Old Feller stretched out his hand, controlling the crow's feet and wings with both hands, took it from Feller, and handed it to Art.

After Art took it, the old hunter said: "Crows are not easy creatures to get along with. They are very smart and have even more revenge than wolves. Mr. Kuwait, if you can't tame it, then, It's better suited as a meal."

The old hunter made a suggestion.

"Okay." Arthur grinned.

Neither Feller nor the old Feller noticed that after the crow was picked up by Art, it stopped resisting, and as a faint light flashed by, the dark crow's eyes showed a submissive emotion .

(End of this chapter)