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"There are bandages and splints in place...... About a day or two. Salander hesitated: "Soon." ”

"And if I leave you here, can I go by myself?" asked Beverly leisurely.

"Huh, this, this must not work!" Salander immediately panicked: "Don't leave me!"

"Okay, goodbye then. Beverly opened the door and left, leaving behind the scareless Salander and the bewildered Loelle.

"Scared?" At this moment, Beverly suddenly opened the door again, and looked at Salander, who seemed to be frozen.

"It's not just scared!" Salander slumped in his chair, wanting to cry without tears, "Don't make such jokes, okay?"

"Thanks so much for the help, I have to go. Feeling that she couldn't stay any longer, Beverly put on a serious expression and picked up Salander to say goodbye to Loelle.

"Ah, good ......" Loelle looked at them blankly, and suddenly asked nervously, "The ......"

Beverly paused slightly.

"No, don't you want to talk?" said Loelle, who seemed a little embarrassed, "It's rare that we're so close. ”

"Definitely. But fate seems to have ended here. Beverly agreed slightly, and turned around to leave.

"Ah, wait, wait a minute. Lo Ayrton was a little panicked again, and hurriedly stepped forward to block the door: "It's not convenient for Salander to move today, why don't you stay here?"

"There's just one bed in this place, how can we live?" Beverly directly rejected the proposal: "And you let us live there...... Do you have anything to say?"

"Aha...... Actually......" Loelle hesitated a little, but then said, "I want to ask something...... Because you seem to be fighting a lot, you must have been to all kinds of places, right? Because I'm a bard, I'm yearning for good stories, so that I can adapt new songs and stimulate my creative desires. ”

"So you want to set up a free tea stand on the side of the road, and the person who drinks the big bowl of tea only needs to tell a story?" Beverly muttered for a moment, "Finally you want to write a horror novel that satirizes the state of the world, right......?"

"So, what is that? I've said I'm going to write poetry. Loelle panicked.

"I can tell you about it, but only tonight. I'm leaving tomorrow. Beverly held her palms in front of her with a smile on her face, stopping Loelle from standing up in excitement: "Wait, you have to show it before you listen to the story." ”

"I ...... "Loelle looked a little anxious, and suddenly became excited: "There you have it, why don't I sing you a song?"

"Singing...... Not bad. Beverly moved Salander's body to the side, her expression seeming to be quite interested, "Let's start then." ”

"Hmm...... Wait a minute. Loelle rummaged through his bag for a long time, and finally found an instrument that looked like a small harp.

"Miss Beverly, do you know?" looked at the instrument, and her expression suddenly became more gentle: "The name of this instrument ......"

"Shiqin. Beverly also lowered her eyes: "It's also called a lira or a lyre, right?"

"Well, it's a folk plucked instrument that has been handed down from ancient times to the present day by our elves. Miss Beverly, you know so much, many people just think it's a little harp. Loel was pleased to begin to adjust the strings, and tried playing them twice.

Like the starlight slowly emerging in the night, the faint sound of the piano made Beverly's heart tremble.

Musical instrument...... Beverly closes her eyes: she always makes the emotions flow from the bottom of her heart.

"You seem to have a lot of affection for your liel. Beverly quietly looked at Loelle, who was concentrating on tuning, and relaxed.

"Well, I'm a bard, after all. Loelle smiled: "Free and adventurous...... In addition, it also inherits the mission of the bard. ”

"The Bard's Mission...... It's been a long time since I've heard that term. Beverly sat quietly in her chair and narrowed her eyes, "But bards rarely settle in one place. Pretty much everyone I know is wandering around. ”

"I rarely come back to the village. Loel shook his head, his expression seemed a little bitter: "...... I knew from a young age that this place didn't belong to me. It's not so much that I don't come back here...... It's better to visit the old place occasionally. And as you can see, it's also surrounded by walls. ”

"......" Beverly just looked at her quietly, and didn't say anything.

She could understand what Loelle meant, but the silence at this time made her feel a little unbearable.

"Don't you have any relatives in the village?" asked Beverly softly.

"Ahaha...... No, I don't. Loelle touched the pale blonde hair and shook his head cheerfully to veto: "Actually...... I want to know. I'm the only elf in the village, and I don't know when I was thrown here. But people like me are not a minority, and there are not so many people who have both parents now. ”

"It's okay...... There have been fewer wars in recent years. Loelle was silent for a moment, then smiled brightly: "It's also convenient for me to travel around the world...... It's dangerous to wander alone in times of war. But the more times like this, the more we need bards. ”

Bards, almost all of them travel alone. So, it is necessary to carry weapons. This lonely emotion also flows out of the song along with the tune.

Sometimes sad, sometimes joyful.

"Miss Beverly, do you know what the mission of the bard is, and in the Elven tradition, the ranger and the bard are often inseparable. Loelle asked lightly.

"I guess I'm in charge of writing and singing the news of distant places while wandering around. Beverly changed her sitting posture and took over the conversation with great interest: "After all, transportation is underdeveloped in many places. Some people would pay bards to take their stories to distant places if they wanted to convey some message. One of the great missions used to spread the news, heroic legends, and history is still in circulation today. ”

The epics and legends sung by the bard only change the protagonist and most of the story, and the supporting characters and story details can be changed at will. As a result, there are many versions of the same story in the mouths of different bards. In one place, the supporting character might be Tom, and in another place it might be Hans or Araso.