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The scenery you see along the way is the same.

Albert had just brushed up on his knowledge and was playing and singing with a piano.

It's not because of any artistic cells, it's just pure boredom, these things exist very clearly in his mind.

The wizard's practice is constantly strengthening his memory, although his memory is very fragmented, but it is equivalent to living for hundreds of years, he still has a lot of inventory in his head, these things are still recalled little by little with the increase of strength, including music, and some knowledge, but the missing part, probably because of some soul level problems, don't want to recall it in this life, but it won't have any effect.

He is still stuck in the first ring, and after he gets to the second ring, he should remember more things, the stronger the strength, the higher the brain development, as far as he knows, the wizard's power level is like this:

One link, exercise mental power and enhance memory. The second ring exercises the body and enhances the load capacity. The three rings focus on strengthening the soul and developing the brain. Four rings, mental power, body, soul, all-round exercise. The five rings, unity, id, self, true self, threefold one, memory full return. Six rings, self-reinforcing.

Intelligent beings always like to set standards and yardsticks for things, and then measure everything in the world.

You may ask me what is after the Six Rings, and I tell you that the practice stage of a wizard is only divided into these six stages, and the Six Rings are capped.

When you reach that realm, you can endlessly strengthen yourself and increase your strength, until you die, the wizard who is known to have survived the longest in the world is a six-ring wizard, his estimated lifespan limit is 1,450 years, from an ordinary human with a lifespan of only 80 years, to 1450 years, practice has created miracles, and Albert is moving forward on this road.

This tune was made up by himself, and it was very soothing and relaxed.

Cecilia had also studied it, and was humming to the tune, her tail swinging rhythmically to the tune.

As for the new little one, he was lying comfortably in the straw nest on the cart, which was enchanted with [thermostat], which would maintain an extremely comfortable temperature for it at all times, and it was also full and did not bark.

Now its name is Leicester.

"It's beautiful music, can I record it?"

It was an unknown troubadour who spoke, and he was also on his way to the next big city, after all, the journey was fifteen days, and it would be dangerous to walk alone, so this man chose to go along.

"You're so artistic, I've never heard of this style before. He praised, "Soothing, relaxed, and everywhere casual, and a little rustic, can I write this music down?" "Of course, if you want, I can give it to you." "That's so much appreciated. The troubadour seemed very excited, as if he had been given something of great value, but for him it was like that.

These poets are all over the mainland, and in addition to collecting and selling information, most of them also write novels and stories, sing some music, and so on.

This organization is very loose, at least at the lower levels, the higher the hierarchy within it, the more they know, as I have already mentioned, as for this person, he is an ordinary poet with the lowest authority, and after getting acquainted, he often tells some jokes and rumors from all over the world.

Anyway, he knows a lot of things, and it seems that he can't finish talking about it for three days and three nights.

There is also a halfling who likes to talk big, just like the legend, he is about one meter two tall, but he has a lot of strength.

All races that can survive Mother Nature's screening have their own strengths and specialties, and so do halflings.

Albert was still playing the tune, and around him, he was a mimic of the flame figurines, dancing, light and dark as the tune rose and fell, and if you filmed this fantasy scene and put it online, there would be people who would praise the special effects, but here, it's just the most common manipulation.

It's a small grassland at a distance from the forest.

The wind blew, causing the lush weeds to sway with the wind and rise and fall like waves.

The powder of [fluorescent grass] is flashing a little bit of silver light, drifting with the wind, making the whole grassland as beautiful as a galaxy, and the dandelion seeds, blowing with the wind, went to an unknown place, the dragonfly is flying, gently falling on the tip of the grass, the pair of compound eyes, reflecting the pure sky.

Above the pure and vast sky, there were only a few clouds, as pure and immaculate as sapphires, and a few birds soared with their wings, and there was a melodious chirping that woke up the sleeping Lester, and made the little ones raise their heads, trying to imitate their voices, fluttering their fragile wings, which were fragile, but strong, showing the vitality of life.

The soothing and natural music, still going on, accompanied by the wind blowing, accompanied by the birdsong, just like his heart, became more and more calm, and in the end, it seemed to be floating in the air, pure to the extreme, as if it was drifting and swaying with the wind.

Flying birds, fluttering dragonflies, and animals shuttling through the grass all seem to dance to the song, forming a hymn to nature and wildness.

Then the music stopped, and the companions, who seemed to be a little immersed in the music, also came back to their senses as if they had just woken up from a dream.

The young troubadour looked at Albert with a little more admiration.

"Can you really give me this song?" he suddenly couldn't believe it, "such beautiful music, full of natural atmosphere, really given to me?" "I will never forget what I said." He stroked the piano body, "It's supposed to be a super-level play, this tune, if you want to use it, just take it." ”

"Thank you!"

"Ah---- so good at composing. Cecilia was suddenly a little unhappy, "I didn't write a few songs." ”

"You want?" "Of course. "Okay, I'll give you one, but I'll say if I can satisfy you. He casually retracted the piano into the space, "I can't guarantee whether it can reach the current level." "That's okay, don't go back!" "Well, I already have a rough idea, I'll give it to you tomorrow." "Yay~!~\(≧▽≦)/~!" she rubbed him like a real cat, "You're the best!"

[Anyway, I remembered another song.] Lester seemed to be a little hungry again, and he handed over a piece of meat again, and it ate quickly, "What is that part of my mutilated memory?"

"You remind me of a former elven friend. The halfling, who had been drinking, finally sat down, and his short body naturally couldn't ride a horse, so he could only ride a scooter, "The taste in your music is similar to his." ”

"I remembered the days when I used to go on adventures with elves. Needless to say, this is bragging, and Peak begins to tell those vivid and interesting stories with his exaggerated tone and strange expressions, which all have one thing in common: the main character is Peak. The story succeeded in making her laugh.

As far as Albert knows, Peak is still a peripheral member of the Writers Guild, and his adventure novels are still well-known.

As for the elf in that story, it should be true, but the process was distorted, and it should have just been a walk with the elf, and the music just now moved him a little, so he began to ask Albert something.

Looking at the eager look, most of them will write him into the story as a supporting role.

That's interesting, isn't it?