That's right, they were affected, and if they just went to wander around the ruins, even if they all stood next to the Syndicate Assassins, they wouldn't be attacked. What's the use of that? Or is it the same sentence as before, talking about love, life and ideals with that assassin?

No, it's not so, the reason for not being attacked is the role of their own talent, "affinity". Admittedly, this is an ability based on one's own high charisma, but this is not an effect of charisma itself.

So, where is the influence of charisma itself......?

The influence of Charisma itself......

Jin Shaolan closed her eyes. From entering the world of Warcraft, the scenes of interaction with the characters in the plot pass by in the darkness in front of you.

Charm......

The grayed out Basic Eloquence ...... on the Properties panel

What is the role of charisma value in convincing the plot characters?

…… No, it's too much to think so. "Charisma", assuming that it is an independent ability, what role will it play between people......?

Jin Shaolan opened her eyes. The blue eyes reflected in the shadows like rain in the clear sky. He already had an idea. Now, it's time to put it to the test.

Sitting on the edge of the watchtower, which once belonged to the mighty city of Alterac and can now only be called a ruin, Tabesa's graceful calves dangled gently on the side of the façade, adding a little girlish playfulness to her sleek and elegant mature woman. She had noticed from the moment that her partner had been a little distracted from a certain point in his conversation, and he had gradually become so absorbed in his inner thoughts that he had slowly become absent-minded between answers. In the end, his previous chatter and laughter were all restrained, and the young elf's eyes were slightly tilted to the side, and he felt as simple as a student in his contemplation. Tabesa didn't remind him, just watched it funny, and was secretly amused in his stomach. Before long, as if suddenly coming to his senses, his sanity returned to his body from his inner world, and Deshuda Wind Seeker smiled apologetically at Tabesa. Not only his sanity, but also the sense of calmness and indifference that belonged to the upper elves returned to his body, and he became back to the calm and elegant (though perhaps a little clumsy and inexperienced) poet.

"I'm sorry...... But please excuse me for a moment. He smiled and apologized, took a deep breath, and stood up.

"Ah, please ...... yourself"

Tabesa replied with interest. Although it is against the back of the poet's red robe.

Most of the other contractors were scattered around the city, bothering to search their area for the Assassins. Before they realized what he was doing, Jin Shaolan had passed by them, walked straight to the middle of the ruins, and half-climbed up to the dilapidated but still standing bell tower. The adventurers recruited by Dalaran and the assassins hired by the Syndicate closed his eyes as if something was brewing in full view. After just a moment, Jin Shaolan cleared her throat and opened her mouth to sing-

"Oh fate,

Like the moon

Fickle

Alternate surplus and deficiency;

……”

Standing alone on top of the ruined spire of the bell tower, his voice scattered in the wind into the ruins, not very loud and not very skilled. It's just that both his melody and lyrics are unheard of by Azeroth, including the well-informed Dalaran battle mage. But not that, not that it caught their attention in the first place.

At this time, Jin Shaolan is just an ordinary person in the eyes of the contractor, and even the "mysterious and erudite" temperament comes from the brain supplement brought by the gorgeous elf-style clothing, and from the perspective of those plot characters, it is almost the same, although most of the high elves are excellent spellcasters, but there has always been a difference between battle mages and scholars among spellcasters - their impression of Jin Shaolan is also based on brain supplements/race bonuses.

The chorus accompanied by a large band was sung by Jin Shaolan, who was alone, and naturally lost its original grandeur and solemnity. His timbre was not bad, clear and deep, which might be quite appropriate for this piece that had been changed from a choral psalm to a cappella. Probably because climbing the bell tower was still a little difficult for Jin Shaolan, at the beginning, his singing voice was hoarse, fluttering in the ruined city:

"Abominable life

Put the suffering

intertwined with happiness;

Poor or poor

with wealth

They all melted and died like ice and snow. ”

The elves' singing was not passionate or poignant, but more flat, drifting into the ears of the syndicates, and the bland and unfamiliar tunes sounded more like outpouring than chanting. He feels like a nostalgic traveler, just on the ruins of a once-majestic city. Though in the empty and desolate ruins, the song passed through everyone's ears intermittently like a breeze through Alterac, pulling at their memories of the past. Although the tune and lyrics were so unfamiliar to them, listening to the slightly hoarse and cold voice of the elf, a faint thought surged in my heart—homesickness, like finding a meadow among the white roses that bloomed all over the Alterac Valley in late autumn, lying in the sun and taking a nap, and then the thin white, pale red petals sprinkled on his body and into his heart under the blowing of the wind.

Many of the images in my memories come to mind like white rose petals sprinkled with the faint sound of singing. The majestic and magnificent mountain city of Alterac has never seen such a majestic city; Some people think of the excitement and fighting spirit they felt when they became an acolyte (reserve), some people think of the days and nights they spent training in the training camp to become a good stalker, and some people think of the humble and fearful expressions that those people in the market showed when they faced them...... And so on, and so on, and finally it all comes together in one picture:

During the harvest season, young Alterac girls weave wreaths and wear white roses on their heads, and the city celebrates the harvest year after year. Widely decorated at the event, the white rose was loved by the people of Alterac as a symbol of the warmth, purity, sincerity, nobility, simplicity and harvest of the people of their own country.

Now in this ruined city, the white rose has also withered.

The elf, standing alone at the top of the bell tower, still sings calmly:

"Terrible and nihilistic

Wheel of Fortune,

You turn mercilessly,

Thou art vicious and ferocious,

Smash all happiness

and good expectations......"

At this time, the syndicates suddenly felt that the sky was gray, for they could clearly recall that the army that had burst out from Dalaran was approaching the foot of the mountain city, and rushed directly towards the gate that had not been broken for a hundred years, and this majestic city, which had been famous for its infallibility, was like a slender and slender girl, completely powerless against the robbers who broke into the homeland!

All the glory and wealth, extravagance, singing and dancing of the royal capital of Alterac have all disappeared and disappeared! They, the proud sons of Alterac, were driven out of their homeland with their tails between their legs!

Unwilling, unwilling.

Unwilling!

As if empathizing with them, the High Elves' singing also sank.

“…… Shadows shroud

It's confusing

You also struck me down;

Disaster strikes

My bare back

Crushed by you mercilessly.

Fate ravages

My health

with the will,

Strike mercilessly

brutally oppressed,

that I may be enslaved for the rest of my life.

……”

Unwilling!!

This is the emotion imprinted in the bones of everyone in the secret organization "Syndicate", which is resonated by the intermittent singing, when the muffled song of the elf standing alone on the top of the spire of the bell tower suddenly rises, an assassin hiding under the eaves grits his teeth, the corners of his eyes twitch slightly, the air ripples, and the original seamless stealth reveals a flaw! On the other side of the bell tower, a wounded assassin with bitter hatred stabbed a shiny and formidable dagger at the "Dalaran lackey" in front of him!

"—at this moment

Don't hesitate;

For the most fearless warriors

has also been crushed by fate-

- Pluck the strings!

- Sing and cry with me! ”

Although they were all well-trained assassins and had a lot of experience in controlling their emotions, as Jin Shaolan expected, the sneaking syndicate assassins couldn't help but feel agitated in the song. It's just a little, but it's deadly for an Assassin, an Assassin on the stealth; The Assassins who were battling the adventurers recruited by Dalaran were excited by the song—a little, yes, still just a little, but at the moment when the Assassins needed to seize the moment to retreat, the slightly high morale would make him, or they, hesitate a little between temporarily retreating and regrouping and fighting to the death—