Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 9 The Satyr

In the lobby of the tavern, the waiters were running around with barbecue forks, and the dwarf owner Hasson Steelhammer poured beer from the barrel, and the lynx skin wine bag in his hand never stopped.

Brian looked around, the entire bar room was crowded with tables, and most of them were full of people. From the brown to white skin and the distinctive blue-gray robes of West residents, it could be seen that this was a A place frequented by locals.

Even in this country-style tavern, drinkers don't forget to draw their own lines: village farmers sit with muscular blacksmiths, black-handed dyers and green-handed dyers, and fishy Grimmry River fishermen sit together, wandering warriors with a tough look, travelers and adventurers from different backgrounds gather together.

However, most of the diners were carrying swords, and there was even a table of a few noble children wearing fine silver chain mail and a certain family emblem with a blue arrow eagle embroidered on their shoulders.

Bryan took the opportunity to look at their faces one by one by looking for the gaps in the seats, and he found that these well-equipped people were not very old.

Thinking of the mercenary Morris mentioning that Thorn Castle was recruiting special forces, Brian vaguely realized that these wandering warriors, adventurers, and young noble children were probably coming for Thorn Castle.

Brian, who couldn't find the scholar Komon and the mercenary Morris, asked the waiter for a plate of bread, a whole roast duck, and a mug of dark beer with a tone that said he wanted it soon, and found one at random. The vacant seat was taken.

Surprisingly, the opposite of his dinner table turned out to be a strange humanoid race.

From his long brown hair protruded a pair of pure black goat horns curving backwards. He was wearing a lavender silk jacket with a conspicuous violet flower crown embroidered on it, and the wide sleeves of his pure white shirt were made of gold Thin threads are embroidered with tiny musical notes.

It was a satyr, a human being with goat legs and horns.

In Brian's impression, this kind of humanoid race mostly haunts the center of the multiverse: Sigil City.On their own plane, the Untamed, the satyrs are an outcast race and not well received.

They are hedonists who enjoy laughing and playing in the wild, and their greatest loves are fine food, strong drinks, and passionate love affairs.

It was the first time for Brian to see this strange race in Asno Continent.

The moment he sat down, the satyr's keen sensory ability was the first to discover him.

He raised his head and looked at him with interest with a pair of emerald eyes.

When the satyr looked up, Brian could see his face clearly.

Unlike other satyrs who like to show off their facial hair, this seemingly very young satyr has very smooth white cheeks, and there is no goatee on the chin that satyrs are proud of.

If it weren't for the pair of black goat horns that curve backwards on his forehead, he would be almost the same as a human being, and he would still be very handsome.

"Hey, half-elf, you are the first person willing to sit next to me, may the gods protect you." There was only an empty wine glass in front of the half-goat man. Lane said hello.

Brian found that the voice of the goat sounds very comfortable, even in a noisy tavern, it makes people feel like a spring breeze.

"I will also protect you, Bard." He replied, smiling, "Unfortunately, this is a world abandoned by the gods, and your blessings are destined to be useless."

"No, no, no." The half-goat waved his hand and played a cheerful note on the harp, "That's because you didn't ask God for help. If you ask God for help, it means you believe in God's power. If God doesn't help you , It shows that God believes in your power. It seems that people who are willing to cross themselves are healed in the world. No one will travel aimlessly, unless those who are lost hope to get lost."

"I didn't ask God for help, nor did I get lost." Brian looked at the bard opposite, "My goal has always been clear."

"But I see confusion in your eyes." The goat blinked his emerald eyes playfully and smiled:
"Please don't contradict me, half-elf. I can feel that you must be very confused now, because this relaxing border town is like a forking intersection to you, a road leading to Thorn Castle, Another way to..."

"Please don't pretend to be an all-knowing person. In fact, you don't know anything at all." Brian interrupted him when the half-faun touched his sore spot, with a bit of displeasure in his tone:
"You have to know that as long as a normal person is a normal person, he can easily judge the confusion of a neutral person when it comes to matters related to race. Therefore, this is nothing to brag about, half-faun poet."

"Indeed, please forgive me for being outspoken." The half-goat man realized his slip of the tongue, and he sincerely apologized to Brian, and played a beautiful timbre on the silver strings, and continued:

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Mario Liangge. My ancestors come from the unrestrained wilderness of the upper plane, a famous family of bards. Presumably you should have heard my performance elsewhere."

Hearing the tone of the other party's words, Brian's anger subsided. He met the satyr's emerald eyes and said truthfully, "I haven't heard of it."

Upon receiving the answer, the poet looked a little dismayed, and struck a mournful note on the strings, "That is your loss. Then, Mr. Half-Elf, can you tell me who is the best singer you have ever heard?"

Brian, who did not want to be called a 'half-elf', corrected the poet: "I have a name, please call me Brian."

"It's understandable, Mr. Brian." The half-goat Mario sympathized.

"As for your so-called best singer, you won't know it. Of course, I can tell you that the best song I've ever heard is "Symphony of Destiny" played by the piano. It's always It reminds me: fate is knocking on the door of each of us." Brian pondered for a moment and replied seriously.

"The Symphony of Fate? Fate is knocking on the door?" Mario was pondering while plucking the strings irregularly. He said slowly: "Although I didn't listen to it with my own ears, I guess it must be a heroic song." A magnificent triumph over fate, light over darkness."

"It seems that you understand very well." Brian praised with a smile.

As soon as the words were finished, the waiter came over in a hurry, offering a plate of bread smeared with honey, a golden and crisp roasted duck and a mug of dark beer in front of his eyes.

Smelling the scent, Brian's saliva almost flowed out, and he realized that he hadn't seen such a beautiful sight for a long time.

He filled the wine self-consciously, and then drew out a sharp dagger, the crispy skin crackled under the knife, and the hot oil flowed down, making the satyr on the opposite side gulp .

(End of this chapter)