After a lot of casual exchanges of psychic abilities, Muhati retired from the academy.

Compared to Lyra, Ram's psykers follow a completely different path. For Muhadi, knowing some of their psionic experiences can serve as a stone for other mountains. Although the psionics of Ram City are somewhat arrogant and arrogant in the field of psionic research, they do have the capital to be arrogant.

For example, the great psychic warlock Ismailer asks a question that Muhadi never seriously thought about - what is the source of psionic power? In Attas, everyone knows that the power of magic comes from the life force of nature. So what is the origin of the psychic ability, which also has magical effects?

Lyra said that psionic energy comes from the heart of an intelligent being. She said that I think, therefore I am, and that the material world is only an illusion of what the mind observes. So a strong enough mind can control the world and manifest spiritual energy. Her statement reminded al-Muhadi of quantum mechanics on Earth, where the essence of the world is a cloud of probability that only the existence of an observer can make it collapse into reality. Without an observer, Schrödinger's cat is alive and dead, in a state of probability superposition.

However, Ram's psykers have a simpler, but more crazy worldview. They think that there is no objective world at all, and that what people mistakenly think is the world is nothing more than a dream, a dream of a level of existence.

This statement reminded Muhadi of Brahma in Hindu mythology, though this version of the Mindmancer of Ram City is countless times darker than the myths of Earth. At the academy, Ismail asked al-Muhadi, "Have you considered the basic framework of our world?"

"Basic framework?" Muhadi was puzzled, "I know that in addition to the main material plane where Atas is located, there are also the inner elemental plane and the quasi-elemental plane, as well as the outer plane and the astral and phlogiston seas that connect the planes. This is the basic framework of our world. These words are not certain for the psychic mancer himself, because there is no place for the earth on this cosmic picture.

"That's true, but it's not the 'most' basic framework. Ismail transformed into a bamboo-like monster, with only its head still human, and began to explain. "Whether it's in the inner elemental plane, or in the outer Batto or even Heavenly Mountain, or in the main matter plane we are in...... Don't you see the fact that all of these planes obey a most basic law, and they only have three dimensions. ”

"Everything is three, this is the law of all planes. Muhathir remembered that Lyra had said this.

"That's right. Ismail took Mohamadi's words. "No matter where we are in the main plane of matter, we only see three dimensions perpendicular to each other: length, width, and height. Tsk, this disappointed me for a long time when I was a child. You know, the first time I went to the Alien Plane, I was expecting to see something new. ”

"According to the records of ancient books, the kingdom of those ancient gods is also three-dimensional. At present, the saint has not yet arrived in the kingdom of God, and now he can see the front and back, the outside and the inside. It's like looking at a two-dimensional picture in three dimensions. ”

"The mages think time is the fourth dimension, and they're wrong!" Ismail, shaking his head disdainfully. "We psychic warlocks know that time is not a dimension, it is just a realm of power. Therefore, the time magic of the mages is far inferior to the time ability of the psionics of my generation. ”

"But theoretical research shows that the higher dimensions are existing. Ismail said. "A long time ago, when the first psyker of the multiverse closed his eyes and felt the entire universe with psionic energy. It presents a pulsation of regular thoughts, a pulsation of the same frequency that is perceptible from all directions. ”

"This kind of pulsation is what we Lamm's psionic researchers call cosmic background pulsation. This same frequency, the pulse of thought that can be felt anywhere in the universe, proves one thing. That is, the multiverse is its dreamland. ”

This is a far-fetched inference, but seeing Ismail's madness, Muhati points out only the most illogical point. "You said that this kind of cosmic background pulsation can be felt anywhere, why haven't I felt it?"

"You don't have enough strength, so you can't notice it. Ismail rightly said. "There are tens of millions of people in Attas, and there are too many ideological clutter interferences. Only the sharpest and most powerful psionics could catch the slightest pulse that was almost inaudible. ”

"I'll believe your hypothesis that the world is a dream. Muhadi replied to him. "But what does this have to do with the practice of psionics?"

"It's a big deal!" Ismail said. This means that if a psychic wants to achieve great success, he cannot adopt the fallacies of Lyra, and only Ram's path is the right path! ”

"Oh? ”

"First of all, you must know that since there is a higher dimensional mortal being, then it must be a madman!" Ismael said with a righteous face.

Muhati frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

"High-dimensional creatures, of course, are crazy in the eyes of low-dimensional beings. Is this still a discussion?" Ismail shook his head. "Will the puppets of the shadow puppet show understand the connotation of the performance and the joy of the audience?"

"If there is a two-dimensional world, do you think those paper people understand our world? Their world has only one plane, how can they understand depth? Some common sense of our world is a crazy and incredibly novel concept for them. ”

"As you can imagine, from our point of view. That high-latitude great existence must be a crazy and indescribable, terrifying, and outright unbelievable existence. I guess touching even a tiny fragment of its true mind would be enough to drive anyone to death. ”

The Lord of Madness, that's what Ismail calls that high-dimensional being. He also gave a piece of evidence to illustrate the truth of the mad lord.

“...... There have been people who have appeared monsters that are not part of our multiverse. The Great Psychic Warlock said. "Those monsters are called Nightmare Creature creatures, and they're creatures of three dimensions, but they're different from us. Our first, second, and third dimensions are the second, third, and fourth dimensions for them that we have never seen before. They had to undergo some modifications in order to enter our world, but even so, they still looked extremely weird. ”

"The Eye Demon is one of these nightmare creatures. If you've ever seen an eye demon, you know how weird and unnatural these nightmare creatures can seem. Ismail said.

Muhathir had seen the Eye Demon, who the Great Psychic Warlock Trinity had become during his fight against the Witch King. It looks like a big floating eyeball and a big mouth with a bloody basin, which is really weird. Speaking of the Great Psychic Warlock Trinity, he was hit into space by the Witch King Hamanu with the spell of nailing into the sky, but then he didn't fall and disappeared somehow.

"Beholders, and other nightmare creatures. They do not worship the gods like the ancient Attas. Ismail said. "Part of the reason is that the stronger of them are themselves as powerful as the gods, and part of the reason is that in the world they came from, it is easier to reach the higher dimensional beings above the gods than we are. They know how pale and ridiculous the gods are before the Lord of Madness. ”

"The dreams of this mad lord have shaped our universe. Ismail said. "And our psionic energy is actually acting in the resonance of guò and it!"

This is the essence of psionic energy! This is the highest level that Lyra's calm, suppressed, and self-controlled methods cannot achieve. If a psyker wants to resonate with the Lord of Madness, he must first go crazy completely. If you want to be completely crazy, you have to open your mind and let your passion dominate you......" he concluded.

Muhadi's own conclusion is that in the eyes of Ram's psionic beings, the world is similar to that seen by Hinduism. However, the so-called madness is much darker and more eerie than the mythical Brahma, which gives this worldview a grotesque and crazy sense of despair.

In addition to the discussion of the worldview, al-Muhathir also asked about his views on the historiography of the mind. Unfortunately, Ram's psykers don't seem to be keen on the historiography of the mind, and Ismail even calls it a juggler's trick, and the superior psykers don't bother to learn it at all. However, Muhathir felt that the other party was a little insincere.

In summary, although no useful clues were found, these psionic lessons were very helpful to Muhadi. However, this alone was not enough for him to break through one more step and come into contact with the spiritual energy of the eighth layer.

Muhadi has been learning psionic powers for less than a year now. In such a short period of time, he had transformed from a beginner who knew nothing to a powerful psychic warlock with seven levels of psionic energy. Of course, it is due to the subtle influence of the primordial warlock, but also because he has access to a huge amount of information on the earth and has seen people from afar.

From the first level of psionic energy to the seventh level of psionic energy, he almost encountered any obstacles, and almost achieved a breakthrough through the water-to-earth achievement. But after reaching the current level, he became more and more confused. Although, as before, every day he wakes up, the Psychic Warlock senses that his power is growing. But there is no longer the feeling of being unhindered.

It is said that sooner or later psychomancers will encounter bottlenecks in their quest to increase their strength, either due to a denial of their own value or to doubts about the meaning of seeking power...... These bottlenecks vary from person to person, and no two psychic warlocks will have exactly the same problems. Without resolving bottlenecks, psionics will never be able to improve.

Muhadi thinks he may be in trouble. But he didn't know anything about the constraints that constrained him, so he couldn't talk about solving them. I can only hope that in the future, I can find out the cause of the problem.

The Templar Baibars was waiting for him outside the Academy, and as soon as he saw the Psychic Warlock come out, he said, "The madman's meeting is over?" with a very unfriendly expression.

"I don't think a madman would want to be called a psychic man, so I'd better call us psionics. Muhathir said. "I'm going back to Corwin's house. You can go back to Deirdley and get back to your life. ”

"I can't ask for it, but I can't do it. Baibars refused. "Princess Deirdley has instructed me to follow you. ”

"If she thinks so, she'd better send a Templar. Or she could do it herself. Muhathir said. "I'm not used to having a man follow me all the time. ”

The Templar frowned in disgust, "Saving one of my colleagues from the pain of being with a madman is one of the reasons I accepted this task. ”

"Don't be crazy," said the Psychic Warlock. "You have to admit that I'm different from Ram's psykers, I'm more normal. ”

"You're as crazy as they are. ”

"Really, at least I didn't roast people over the fire. The Psychic Warlock noted.

"You stand to the side, you don't do anything, you don't have a single expression on your face. Normal people shouldn't be like that. ”

"I don't deny that. Muhathir said. "And what were we, the righteous Templars, doing?"

Baibars' face flushed again, "Don't think of me as your kind, I've already managed to restrain psionics from poisoning this city." Maybe the Ram people still have to watch the living barbecue and grit their teeth and endure it, but one day, you crazy people will learn to respect the norms of normal people. ”

"I've written several laws for the city and assisted others in putting the craziest psionics in the Academy...... That's what normal people do. Those Ram psykers who are elated by watching the living burn are a kind of madman, and an unresponsive and indifferent psyker like you is another kind of madman. The world would be a lot better without you. ”

"I admire the effort you put into this. The Psychic Warlock said. "But let me point out that psionic talent is not inherited solely by blood. Everyone on Atas has this potential, maybe yesterday a person was an ordinary husband or brother, and a stimulus can activate the power in his heart. Psionic energy accompanies the soul of intelligent life itself, and if you try to oppose psionic energy, you are working against human nature itself. ”

The Templar didn't retort, and he turned his head away, pretending not to pay attention to the psychic mancer.

Back at Corwin's mansion, the guards in Muhadi's house were busier than usual. The people of the caravan came and went, and the camels carrying the goods followed one after another. The goods they carried on their backs included all sorts of wild beasts they had hunted, abundant grain from estates outside the city, and precious spices from distant cities—overpriced gold.

The servants were talking, and the idea of preparing a feast was swirling in their minds.

In a corridor, Raina found the Psychic Warlock. "Who is he?" she asked curiously, seeing Baibars.

"Servant of Ram. Baibars introduced himself calmly.

The girl looked at the Templar strangely, then turned her attention back to the Psychic Warlock. "I'm glad you came back so early, I'm worried you're going to miss it. ”

"What is missing?" Mouhathir wondered.

"Missed your feast!" said Raina, happily. "Corwin specially organized it, he said that since the Witch King intends to reconcile with Tyr, then your identity does not need to be hidden, and it is time to have a banquet to celebrate. ”

"Banquet?" said the Psychmancer. "That's good, tell Sù Corwin to get me a little ready. ”

Corwin's men had already delivered the garments for the banquet, white robes and Tyr-style turbans, and a belt decorated with many precious stones, with four places where the scabbard could be hung. The full set of clothes sent by the prince also included some gold and silver ornaments, but al-Muhadi could not wear gold or silver, so he returned them to the servant who brought them. There was a gold buckle on the robe, and he thought about it and tore it off as well.

Dressed up, the Psychic Warlock took a good look at his appearance in a mirror. The man in the mirror was slender, well-proportioned and gracefully muscular, with a somewhat pale face, blue veins visible in his throat, and unfathomable calm eyes. He lifted his hand and touched his chin, the newly grown stubble was a little prickly, but it was still short, and it only dyed his chin iron blue.

It reminded him that this body didn't belong to him in the first place, it was only seventeen years old, so it couldn't grow a beard. And the face in the mirror is also a stranger's face. With the exception of a former blasphemer mage from Nibenay, Muhadi knew almost nothing about the people in the mirror.

But with this body, sometimes he can't remember what he used to be.

"Are you ready, sir?" came the voice of the servant outside the door.

"It's all right," Mouhathir said, "at least, no matter how prepared it is." ”

He pushed the door open, and Baibars, Raina, and a servant of Corwin stood outside.

"The adults are dignified and talented. The servant flattered him.

"You made many apprentices jealous of your time in Nibenai. Raina also said. "Now you look like you used to be. ”

"Hmph. Baibars squeezed out of his nose and urged. "Shall we stop wasting time?"

Due to the large number of people, Corwin set up the meeting place in the courtyard of the mansion. In this way, even the mercenaries and the servants of the house can join in the carnival.

It was getting late, and two bright crescent moons hung in the sky. As usual, there were no clouds in the sky, and occasionally a magic carpet flew under the canopy of night, which was patrolled by Ram's Templars.

Torches were lit in the courtyard as lighting. A few torches burned so brightly that they reflected the ruddy glow on the faces of the guests. But because the courtyard is large and the servants who serve the dishes walk around, it casts a lot of shadows. Some people sit in half-light and half-dark shadows, looking horrible and terrifying.

The walls around the courtyard were filled with scavenging birds, attracted by the smell of food, squatting on the bare walls and combing their feathers while watching the crowd at the feast. They kept talking to each other, as if urging the party to start quickly.

The servants had already lit a few fires on the ground in the middle of the courtyard, and now they had extinguished the flames and brought out some pots made of poplar wood.

Corwin's servants made the dough in a basin and made it into a cake. If you use naan pit to make zuò naan, you will make some small holes on the surface of the dough cake to form a pattern, one is to prevent deformation during baking, and the other plays a decorative role. There was no need to prick small holes in this kind of naan made from the embers of the fire, and the servants buried the bread in the freshly extinguished fire and covered it with charcoal ash. This way you can take it out and eat it after a while.

A group of guards dressed in pleated battle skirts, armed with spears, stood guard around the courtyard. They were all dressed in insect shell plate armor and robes on the outside, which made them look very bloated. The courtyard was sweltering because of the fire and torches, but the guards could only stand motionless, their eyes fixed resentfully at the diners.

Corwin's servants and guards were not slaves, and the prince paid them their wages, but they were paid more than enough to make ends meet.

The courtyard was filled with laughter, and it was the first time Muhati had seen so many people in the house. The Psychic felt the heat waves from dozens of torches wash over his face, and it felt like he was being caressed by a lover's hand in his synaesthesia. People sat side by side on the cloth mats, so close that the servants could only carefully carry their food through the crowd.

The adults' dining area is in the center of the courtyard, where a delicate carpet is arranged. The food was placed in front of him on a silver plate.

The sumptuous meal was bought at great expense by Corwin from the caravans that traveled to and from Ram, and the camels brought in the jujube liquor in barrels from distant Bedchi and Abu. Shell beetles bring in exotic beasts that are preserved in expensive magic chests. Hunters outside the city brought in freshly caught game, and serfs brought grapes, turnips, and a variety of other vegetables. Pepper, cinnamon, saffron...... These precious spices were supplied as if they didn't need money, and the mercenaries even wasted a lot on the ground.

Smoked bird meat and roasted lizard rib meat are the most popular, and guests are feasting on their mouths full of oil. The horse kernel cake made with honey and dried fruits also attracts everyone's appetite, not to mention the various desserts, pies, and air-dried horse intestines. Quite a few people eat while sucking their fingers.

As elsewhere, Ram's diet is predominantly spicy, so the Psychic Warlock doesn't enjoy much of the food here - he doesn't eat spicy food because he doesn't feel pain.

Corwin was so ingenious that he even invited bards and jugglers. There was a snake charmer who performed a trick of making a python dance with music, and the snake was as thick as a man's thigh, coiled up and bigger than a horse, but obediently swayed to and fro with the music, causing the crowd to laugh.

There is a group of jugglers who perform a play that is actually the revolution in Tyre, and the bard is seen holding the harp, playing and singing, from the primordial sorcerer to the Purification War, and from Karak's rule of Tyre to the Guardian Alliance's planning of the revolution. While the poet was singing, the jugglers were performing.

The artists in burlesque costumes worked hard to play the famous witch kings and ** masters in history, but they only looked ridiculous. The mercenaries slapped their thighs and laughed loudly as they ate meat. Muscle Daddy was among the mercenaries, farting and burping, and his voice was weak and thundering.

I don't know if it's because of the lack of manpower or deliberate sarcasm, the artists found two dog-like creatures to put on costumes to play the role of the coral witch Shatiri and the Templar Taicien. Fortunately at first, the two animals seem to be well trained, jumping and jumping to the music, and playing against other people (with voices, of course).

But halfway through the performance, the dog-like creature seemed to get impatient, and left the others who were still performing, and ran to ride the female. The hall burst into laughter, and Muhathir wasn't sure if he should have intervened to stop the blasphemous performance.

Corwin didn't seem to expect the artists to dare to perform like this, and he shook his head and explained to the Psychmancer. "My supervisor is in charge of the preparations for the feast, and the poor artists don't know that Ram has decided to cooperate amicably with Tyr. ”

"It doesn't matter. Muhadi replied. "A great man once said that elegant artistic performances can make people cross the country and get close to spirituality. But personally, I prefer this kind of funny and vulgar performance, which makes me feel superior. ”

"Hahaha. Corwin laughed, and then he stood up and stopped the show, the music, and the crowd.

"Today, we are here to celebrate two things. The prince announced loudly. "The first thing was to celebrate my brother Benedict on his adventure. He was hunted down by creditors who demanded money and hid in the desert. "His voice was penetrating, probably amplified by magic. People sitting in the distance of the house can hear it very clearly.

"The second thing is to celebrate the recognition of Lord Muhadi by Davich, and Ram is about to start friendly negotiations with Tyr. He said. Now he can open up and open his identity. ”

There was a chorus of echoes from the diners in the courtyard, and only Kowen said: "Today I have invited several of the lords of the city - Saafir ibn Banderbey, Turki ibn Wiliyanbey, Emir Sultan ibn Nayef, Salman ibn Ahmed Pasha, my brother Prince Randmu......"

Corwin said a long list of names, all of whom were nobles with heads and faces in the city, either in prominent positions or with a lot of money.

“...... I was also fortunate enough to invite the famous gladiator Muscle Daddy from Yurik City and his mercenary group, as well as more than twenty outstanding adventurers who stayed in Ram, plus fifty men and women who usually served me in this house. ”

"In a way, it is said that every person, regardless of status, has the same value. Corwin said. "Now that our friends of Tyr are present at this feast, let's all enjoy the food together according to Tyr's new values. ”

"Music!" he said, and the bard immediately began to perform, this time to a tune that praised the bravery and tenacity of the Ram warriors. The rhythm is intense and the words are simple.

"I hope my hospitality will satisfy you, Muhadi. Corwin sat down next to the Psychic Warlock and leaned over to whisper. "There's another gift I've delivered to your room. If Ram really reconciles with Tyr...... Then I need you to say a few kind words to the Coral Witch and King Tessian, so that my inheritance will not be harmed. ”

The industry Corwin is talking about is his "insurance" business. Not only did he make a name for himself in Ram, but he also seemed to want to expand to other city-states. Tyr's support was very important to him, otherwise the war would have cut off the trade routes, and he might have to go bankrupt with Benedict.

"I'll lobby for you, but there's no guarantee. Muhadi replied. "The condition is that you tell me the location of the ruins you appeared in the desert and have the ability to travel through time and space. ”

"Deal. Corwin nodded, smiling faintly, and then asked about Muhadi's experience at the Psionic Academy and the investigation of the puppeteer. But Muhati didn't have much to talk about, and it wasn't long before Corwin turned around and went to talk to the other nobles.

The Muscle Daddy's mercenaries seemed very pleased to be invited to such a banquet, eating and drinking, and singing loudly in their walking voices. Corwin's servants were much quieter, but they ate a little.

"It's been a long time since I've been so relaxed. Raina, who was sitting on the other side of Muhadi, said. "Don't worry about fugitive slave hunters and Templars, it's just a good feeling to enjoy. ”

She picked up the cup in her hand, poured a mouthful of jujube liquor, and then looked at Muhadi with those beautiful eyes, "In the mercenary group, the bravest warriors will sing at such banquets, and then the girls who are attracted to him will sneak into his tent at night. ”

"Have you ever slipped into someone else's tent?"

"Nope. She said, taking another sip of her drink. "Don't you want to give it a try?"

Just then, one of the mercenaries stood up and snatched the harp from the bard's hand, and began to play and sing to himself. It's a pity that he didn't speak strictly, which only provoked ridicule. Soon, he was replaced by another mercenary, who took away the instrument and performed it himself. The accompanying artists were very dissatisfied with the mercenaries' troubles, and deliberately played funny music, making him a laughing stock.

The mercenaries were having fun, and the nobles were no exception. Corwin's brother, Prince Landmu, is announcing to the others in the VIP seat that he wants to free all the slaves under his name. The other nobles were surprised, wondering why he had done this.

"Because I've heard a story," said Prince Landmu, who was of medium stature, and spoke with a loud voice. "There was a big slave owner, originally a tribal warrior. He was born tall and strong, riding on a horse, and his legs could hang down to the ground. Pull up the cactus tree, and you can throw three palesang away. Because he was so strong, he thought that the slaves would never dare to resist him. ”

On one occasion he went to his estate to inspect the livestock and crops, and the cunning men took the opportunity to lock him in a pen. As a result, such a samurai was bitten to death by a domesticated lizard. The poor lizards usually eat human leftovers, but now they finally enjoy fresh meat. ”

Salman Pasha said, "Is this saying don't underestimate slaves? The most dangerous knife is the knife from the back." ”

"Nope. The prince said. "We should be kind to the beasts, or at least feed them first. That way, if something happens, they won't be torn apart immediately. The crowd burst into laughter.

Raina had not given up the idea of persuading Muhadi to sing, "Don't you want to perform it? It is said that the song and the horse are the two wings of the desert people, and you live in the tribe so old that you have not been tainted by their habits?"

"Tribes and tribes, customs are also different. And although I have learned some fire songs, the Scorpio tribe is an elven tribe, and the songs are also elven songs, and it is not appropriate to sing the songs of the non-human race in Ram. ”

"What does it matter...... "Otherwise, I'll do a dance and you'll sing a song." Without waiting for Muhadi to respond, she stood up and shouted to the accompanying artist: "Get rid of the roaring man, and have a real piece of music!"

Among the mercenaries, there were many young men who wanted to please the girl, and they laughed and pulled the singing man to the ground, knocked him unconscious with the hilt of his knife and threw it aside.

She took a Chashik saber from one of the mercenaries and tested her weight. "It's a good knife. She complimented, swinging hard.

The Psychic Warlock turned his head sideways, "You're too self-indulgent. ”

Raina looked at him, "And you're holding yourself back too much. ”

Just as she finished speaking, the accompanying music sounded. The gentle timbre of the Nai flute, the light melody of the oud, and the stirring rhythm of the Dilbaka tambourine aroused everyone's feelings. Not only the mercenaries, but even the nobles in the VIP seats were also attracted.

"I never asked, where did she learn her dance, and why don't you even know where she came from?" asked Corwin curiously.

"I don't know where I learned it. Muhadi confessed, staring intently at the dancers. "A master for sure. ”

He was right, Raina dancing the Lyzkin saber dance was a different style than belly dancing. The knife seemed to come to life, and the snake swirled and flew with the dancers. The skirt fluttered, the long drape, and Raina stretched her body, showing off her elegant curves. As the music progressed, she turned faster and faster. The mercenaries clapped their hands and even whistled.

Holding down a swinging blade in a high dance is an extremely dangerous performance, but Raina is able to hold down the side of the blade with unmistakable accuracy at every critical moment. With her skills, Muhathir felt that she was more than enough to be a wanderer or something.

The steps of the Ryzkin dance are very short, and with each step, the dancer has to stomp the ground with his heel. With constant jumps and backs, the beat of the accompaniment becomes more and more urgent. Every time I get to one, people think that this is the limit, who would have expected that it would be followed by more intense **, more unrestrained dance steps.

The shadow of the knife turned into a circle in her hand, and she was like an abstract symbol, interpreting the deadly, the beautiful, the wild and the dynamic. Amid the cheers of the crowd, Raina suddenly stopped, stood still and said to Muhadi, "It's your turn to sing." ”

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Muhadi, and the psychic had no choice but to put down one of the fruits in his hand and stand up hard.

The sound of heckling came from all directions. What is the best to sing, Muhadi thought to himself, just sing the song of the earth, maybe it will impress these Athas.

Under the gaze of everyone, the psychic warlock concentrated, and his psionic power roared like a tide that had overflowed the embankment, looking for a place to vent. Muhadi felt that it was almost enough, so he said to the accompanying artist, "You can rest and rest, I will bring my own music." ”

Muhadi may not have played well with the instruments on Attas, but his ability to imitate sounds allows him to perfectly imitate the timbre of any instrument. And not only that, but this ability also allows him to create sounds that are within hearing range of the human ear, sometimes with miraculous effects.

Another advantage of psionic music compared to music played by real instruments is that it does not affect the effect because of the location of the sound source. Everyone present felt that the voice was ringing directly in their ears.

The Psychic Warlock used this ability to vividly recreate the music of Earth, and then he sang the famous song "Rasputin", which he found to be very much in tune with the taste of the Attas.

Of course, in order not to be surprised, he changed the lyrics to be more local. "There was a hillbilly from the premise, with a burly figure and good appearance, and his eyes seemed to be burning. When the cowards saw him, they tried to run away. When the ladies of Kotyr saw him, they behaved coquettishly. ”

"He tells stories with more emotion than a poet. He's also a different kind of teacher, and the women crave his femdom. The Psychic Warlock sang, and the vulgar mercenaries were attracted by the melody and lyrics of the song, and applauded.

The light of the torches flickered and flickered with the music, and then with a snort, many sparks appeared. Then, the color of the flame changed. From orange to orange-red, and from orange-red to bright blue.

"The Queen's lover is this hillbilly. The rumors leaked, but he was not ashamed. He is the largest in the city, and it is difficult for him to ride and ride every day, and he can still stand. ”

The flames changed color, and green light shone on the faces of the Psychic Warlock and the guests. "Tyre has become his world, and the king is not as free as he is. He also intervened in national affairs as he pleased, and the best thing was to shout at the girls. The queen knew that he was a villager, but she pretended not to know. ”

The green turned to a strange purple, "He ate, drank, and struck with flowers." And the people began to see that he was ambitious, and they began to shout: 'Give this presumptuous thing a little color.' ’”

His enemies shouted, "Drive him away!" and the women pleaded, "No, he's not so bad." And this guy secretly has some clever tricks. He was an animal, but the women coveted his bosom. That night a group of nobles gave him a set. 'Come and play with us,' they invited again and again. He came, hoping to spend the night together. ”

The purple turned scarlet, making the people in the courtyard look like monsters. Many of the audience clapped their hands along with the music created by the psionic energy. “...... The queen's lover is this hillbilly......" someone sang along.

“...... They put poison in their drinks," Muhadi sang. “...... But he drank more and more vigorously, and said, 'Good!'"

Crimson turns the terrifyingly dark red of the Athas Sun. “...... They want his life so badly, how can they stop there?...... The knife pierced his heart, and finally ended his experience in the world. ”

At the end of the song, the mercenaries cheered like beasts, and the servants applauded reservedly. Even Corwin and the other nobles of Ram City were a little moved, and the faces of the artists were full of jealousy. "It's a great song!" said Prince Landmu. "Worthy of our warrior of Tyre. ”

He took a golden armband from his hand and threw it in front of Muhadi. "For you!"

The Psychic Warlock caught the armband with a psionic volley and threw it directly into the middle of the group of mercenaries. "Let me bestow your good will on my fellow mercenaries, without whom I would not have come to this great city. ”

The metal armband was thrown into the middle of the crowd, causing a rush and a quarrel. Muhadi sat back in his seat, and a servant poured him full of wine. He took the cup and turned it upside down, letting the wine spill on the floor, then took a water bladder containing mare's milk and sipped it.

"Unbeatable performance. Raina complimented in his ear. "I didn't expect you to learn such a hand after you left Nibennai. ”

Muhadi tilted his head, and he saw that many mercenaries and servants were talking to each other, and as they spoke, they secretly looked at him. "What's going on?" he asked. "It's just a song, so there's no need to make such a fuss. ”

"It's not just a song. Raina said with her mouth covered, as if she was afraid that she would laugh out loud. "They're secretly envying you. ”

"The ability to manipulate voices and stuff is the lowest ability, even for apprentices. There are so many Ram psionics, what do I have to envy?"

"There are many psionics, but you are the only one who has a leg with Shatiri of Tyr. The girl said.

"What?!" Muhati said in surprise.

"Ha, the first time I heard this, I was also angry and surprised. Later, I found out that it was said by the muscle daddy who once drank too much. What virtue he has, I know very clearly, this must be bragging, through guò to raise your value. ”

"But your song made them even more convinced that Muscle Daddy was telling the truth. They think you're the main character in the song. Raina narrowed her eyes and looked at Muhadi, "This is indeed bragging." ”

There was a boom, and a corner of the courtyard exploded.

P.S. Lezkin dance, originally originated from the Lezkin people. However, the charm of this dance has made it popular among all ethnic groups in the Caucasus, and many ethnic minorities dance the Leszkin dance at weddings and other ceremonies. The main ethnic groups that dance the Ryzkin dance are: Lezkin, Chechens, Ingush, Circassians, Armenians, Ossetians, Abkhazians, Avars, Georgians, Azerbaijanis, Tatarstani and Russians (mainly Kuban Cossacks and Terek Cossacks), and each ethnic group has a different name for the Ryzkin dance.

In general, the movements of the Rezkin dance are very enthusiastic and unrestrained, all the movements are extroverted and open, and when you dance this dance, it is like opening your heart to the audience. In many cases, sabres or shields are used as props, and even bowstrings can be pulled to accompany when conditions are bad. Some have likened the dancers of the Lezkin Dance to a living flame.

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