I lost all the scumbags [Quick Transmigration]

Milton thought, probably because his temper was too good recently, these maids came to him one after another.

Different from the bold and coquettish Misha before, the two chattering girls not far from Milton are like daisies that have just bloomed, youthful and lively.

One of them tilted his head and glanced at Milton secretly. When he found that he was also looking at her, he hurriedly pulled his companion to talk to hide his shyness.

"Have you gone to see the bard?"

"Is that new? I didn't go, but I keep hearing his name recently. Has he really been to so many places like the rumors? Several human kingdoms, Warcraft mountains, and even the rumored elves Mori?"

After hearing the name of the Fairy Forest, Milton, who was originally lazy, also became interested.

The girl who peeked at Milton found that Milton also pricked up his ears because of this question, and his words were even more exaggerated.

"That bard not only sings beautifully, but also has excellent painting skills. I was lucky enough to see his paintings. According to him, there are mysterious oriental countries, the forest of elves, various monsters, and even a dragon egg. Oh my god, it's the dragon egg that has long since disappeared."

It sounds like this bard is not just a showman, but a real wanderer. Maybe you can ask him about the situation of the Elven Forest, Milton thought.

The girl noticed that Milton was not looking at her again, so she raised her voice unconvinced: "He said that he came to Durin this time because he heard that there is a sword master here, and there has been no sword master in the entire continent for thousands of years."

"Master Azeweisi is really powerful. With him in our Dulin, we don't have to worry at all."

"Big... my lord!"

When they were praising Azeweisi, they turned around and saw the Lord, the two of them were startled and hurriedly saluted.

"What are you talking about?" Even if Azeweisi just asked ordinary questions, his voice seemed cold and unapproachable.

"Nothing, nothing."

"Yeah." Seeing the figures of the two girls preparing to leave, Azeweisi suddenly said, "Seldom come to this yard from now on."

"Yes."

Even though the two maids were drifting away, their relaxed teasing laughter still reached the ears of the sharp-featured Juggernaut.

"Even though Master Azeweisi is a good person, every time he looks at me with his eyes, I feel very scared in my heart."

"It's better for Mr. Milton. Let me tell you, boys of Mr. Milton's age have real beauty."

"Don't be shy."

What followed was the sound of the two laughing together.

For the first time, Azeweisi felt that the people in this manor really should be cleared up, the mess all day was outrageous.

"Do you think they are noisy? If you don't like it, I will order them never to enter your yard again."

"This manor is already deserted, so it doesn't look like it has any popularity."

Master Juggernaut immediately overturned his previous decision: "You decide."

He sat next to Milton, looking at his more delicate face: "You are too attractive, who in this garden has not walked around you."

Milton sneered: "It's better to say that your garden is full of yingyingyanyans. When you invite people in, do you only look at their faces?"

"It's just a coincidence." Azeweisi was helpless. If Milton hadn't brought it up, he would never have even discovered it.

"I'm going on a long trip in the near future. If you're missing something, just ask the butler, and he will make arrangements for you."

"Well, I see."

Azeweisi didn't care about Milton's indifferent attitude: "The person who protects you is still the previous thief. He is not good at fighting, but he is careful."

Milton frowned: "Don't want that, just a dull gourd."

Azeweisi's eyes gradually deepened, with thick ink flowing: "Then who do you want to come?"

Milton looked at him tensely, and said deliberately: "The little knight next to you is good, let him come and keep me company."

Sure enough, the atmosphere around Azeweisi became more stagnant. He looked at Milton quietly, and Milton stared at him without any fear.

In the end, it was Azeweisi who let go first: "Okay, he is what you want."

It wasn't until Azeweisi was about to leave that Milton asked casually, "How long?"

"I will be back as soon as possible." Azeweisi still couldn't help the longing in his heart, and gently hugged Milton: "I promise."

On the fourth day after Azeweisi left, Milton walked outside the bard's yard.

This bard probably has a restless temperament, even if he lives in a small manor, he can still thrive in this small place.

Milton glanced casually, and saw that the small yard was full of people, perhaps all the unemployed people in this manor gathered here.

When Milton came, he happened to be telling the story of the dragon egg.

"I happened to see this dragon egg when I strayed into the depths of the Warcraft Mountains. The place is extremely strange. As we all know, the Warcraft Mountains are more dangerous as you go in. I was already close to the center, but I couldn't hear the howling of the Warcraft. Only this egg, I thought it was not a mortal thing at a glance, even though I left in a hurry, I still drew it later."

The painting shows the lush grass before, and there is a big egg lying inside, with a pointed top and a round bottom, with a rough and uneven surface. The most eye-catching thing is that it is engraved with golden patterns, as if it has some kind of magical power.

A bunch of people were amazed by this egg.

"In other words, there may still be dragons on the mainland, and the dragons haven't become extinct yet, right?"

"Who knows, I just happened to see this egg and didn't see the dragon. If there is a dragon, it must be the last dragon on the mainland." The bard stood up: "Okay, today's story is over. , come back tomorrow if you want to hear it.”

The little maid begged: "Tell me one more, just one."

"No, the rule I have been traveling in the mainland for so many years is to only say one thing a day, never, ahem, hurry up and go away."

The servants left disappointed, and the courtyard became silent again.

"Didn't you say you only talk about one a day? Don't expect me to open the back door for you." The bard who was busy cleaning up didn't even look back.

"I didn't come to hear stories."

Hearing a strange voice, the bard turned around vigilantly, and then shouted in surprise: "It's you!"

"you know me?"

"No, I don't know each other." He denied, "It was a one-time relationship. Weren't you with the Juggernaut at that time?"

Although the bard denied it, his eyes wandered, watching Milton suddenly realize that something was clearly happening.

"Have you ever been to the Forest of Elves?"

"I just came out of there!"

"But the forest of elves has never been open to humans. How did you get in?"

"Although I didn't go in, it's not far from the forest of elves. I saw several elves there."

Under Milton's suspicious gaze, the bard threw out a few paintings.

His painting skills were indeed as vivid as in the legends. Milton just watched, as if returning to the short and carefree days in the forest of elves.

Milton stroked the transparent wings of the elf in the painting: "Yes, this is the periphery of the elf forest. You didn't lie to me. I want to know the current situation of the elf forest."

The bard stared wide-eyed: "The elves are proud and never want to communicate with humans. I didn't expect you to go to the elf forest at such a young age. Tell me what it looks like there."

The bard held the drawing board, as if as soon as Milton opened his mouth, he would turn everything Milton told into the real scene on the drawing board.

"Yes, the elves are proud, and I'm just here to try my luck." Milton lowered his head, a little disappointed.

Seran, are you okay?

The bard stopped Milton who was about to leave: "Are you really unwilling to tell me, I just need to know a little bit."

When Milton had half a foot out of the yard, the bard suddenly yelled, "You really don't want the Juggernaut to keep me here?"

Milton turned away.

Seeing him stop, the muscles on the bard's face trembled rapidly. The fear of the sword master and the desire for the elf forest were constantly weighing in his heart. Finally, he gritted his teeth and wrinkled his whole face.

"Come on, I'll exchange with you."

Probably making this decision was very difficult. The bard poured a cup of milk tea for Milton, and then sat opposite him and sighed constantly.

In the end, he cheered up: "You first describe to me the appearance of the elf forest, and then I will tell you the conversation between me and Master Juggernaut."

Milton told a little bit about the forest of elves in his memory.

The clear fountain of life is the treasure guarded by the elves in the era, but the towering dense forest is the best cover for the elves. The plants inside are all spiritual, and only accept the elves who are blessed by the gods. The elves who are proud but very enthusiastic after accepting you They are passionate about nature, flying freely in the forest, some live in tree houses, and some prefer the ground.

As the bard listened, the nib of his pen was beating rapidly. After listening to Milton's description, he still sighed a little.

"Unfortunately, I won't be able to step into the forest of elves in this life." The bard was very accurate about his positioning: "I'm not even a wood mage, what a pity."

Milton shrugged.

The bard reluctantly put away the scrolls of his new works, and took a deep breath: "Under the witness of God, of course I will fulfill my promise."

"Of course." He took another deep breath.

"After that Juggernaut tricked me here, he forced me to tell about what I had seen in the mainland all night, which broke my rules, but he is a Juggernaut!" The bard gritted his teeth, clearly obsessed with this matter. Huai: "At first I thought he was a rare and approachable saint."

But in the end, the bard was not so angry, and seeing Milton's eyes gradually became complicated: "But he asked for so long, just for a way to remove the necromancer's curse."

Milton didn't change his face, and took a sip of milk tea: "Is there really a way?"

"I just heard it by chance, and I don't know if it's true. I heard that in order to lift the curse of a necromancer before he died, he must obtain three things. It is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to obtain these things."

"They are the elf spring water, the reverse scale of the dragon, and half the flesh and blood of a saint."

The author has something to say: Thank you Simu for the nutrient solution, okay?