"Are you sure that the so-called daimyo you've heard of is me, and not someone with the same name as me?" Barrett asked, curious. In fact, there are not a few Nords who call him this name, but this is the griffin kingdom, and there are not too many Nords.

"Barrett Mönggo, someone may share your name, but if you add your last name and appearance, only a stupid ogre will mistake you. The blue and yellow macaw flew up and landed on the bard's head, and raised its neck gracefully so that it could barely make eye contact with Barrett, "In fact, my memory is better than that of most humans. ”

"Have you seen me?" Barrett looked at the macaw, its sharp claws lightly clasped at the minstrels' head, ruffling the latter's hair, and causing the bard to shrink his neck in embarrassment.

"Yes, at an adventurer's camp called Bay of Pigs. "The parrot's eyes sparkle with wisdom, almost indistinguishable from that of humans," I visited Bay of Pigs five years and six months ago, and it was a dirty and messy place. You're famous there, and I remember the first time I saw you, you were pressing an adventurer's head into a bowl of hot pork offal soup because the adventurer was drinking the soup a little loud and it affected you. To be honest, I was very impressed by the look of evil on your face at that time. ”

"Ahem, that's all in the past. Barrett's face flushed slightly. If it weren't for the fact that I was so powerful at that time, most of the Bay of Pigs would have been disgusted with me later, "Don't worry, I've changed now." "Just after being struck in the throat by Caesar and mortally wounded......

At this time, several young girls who walked under the totem pole in the distance interrupted the conversation between Barrett and the others. They huddled around each other, cautiously approaching the bard, nervous and excited expressions on their faces, and their smooth skin exposed was like polished black jade.

Felix, the bard, had that disgusting, melancholy smile on his face again. He had a parrot on his head, stroked the somewhat stray blonde hair on his forehead, and smiled as he watched the approach of his admirers.

The maidens, whose dark and red faces were like full grapes, stopped at a distance of two paces from the bard, and after a long time of hesitation, they rushed up again and offered the bard their gifts.

A unique fishbone pendant, a large mussel shell with polished smooth human figures, delicate shellfish on strings, a wreath of crab claw orchids and drunken butterfly flowers, and a letter written in crooked handwriting on a wooden board:

"Dear Mr. Felix,

You are the most talented bard Marcy has ever met, and Marcy ...... every day in her sleep"

The girl who had brought the letter blocked the plank with her hand and glared at Barrett, who was peeking in, causing the latter's expression to be a little scornful.

"Ahem. The barbarian coughed awkwardly, turned his head and chatted with the dwarf mage without a word, "Well, the weather is nice today." ”

"Inexplicably, it's a cloudy day today!"

“...... So what, I like cloudy days. ”

The bard politely accepted the maidens' gifts, and even hugged everyone, much to the delight.

The other women at the totem pole were eager to come over when they saw the girls in action, and Barrett suggested that they go to the lake to talk, so that there would be fewer disturbances.

......

On the surface of the Giant Lake, layers of scales and waves rise with the wind, and three people and one bird walk slowly on the edge of the lake with a slight ebb tide.

"See, the half-plane where Master Keane's magic tower is located is already getting closer and closer to here. The dwarf mage Theodore Shining Gold pointed to the mud that had appeared on the lake due to the low tide and a small crab crawling on the mud, and said excitedly, "That's why this side of the village will have low tide, and the other side will be flooded by the lake a little." (The phenomenon here does not consider the revolution or anything)

"You mean to say that the retreat of the lake here is the result of the proximity of the half-plane?" Barrett frowned, groping his smooth chin as he tried to figure it out.

"What do you think?" the dwarf mage looked at the brute with disdain, "although the lake of the Giants is wide, it is far from the level where it can produce noticeable tides. ”

"Oh, I see. The barbarian said perfunctorily. In fact, he didn't understand at all, and he didn't care about the situation at all, and he was ready to change the topic to something he could understand.

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to take the liberty of asking. Barrett asked the parrot, "Are you a parrot who can talk and have a good intelligence, or are you some druid of the elves with the ability to transform?" I remember that a powerful druid could even transform into a dragon, so it must not be difficult to become a parrot." ”

"If a druid wants to become a dragon, he must first obtain the approval of the corresponding dragon god. For example, if you want to transform into a multicolored dragon, you need to have the approval of Tiamat, and if you want to transform into a metal dragon, you have to agree with Bahamut's smile, and as far as I know, druids who have obtained such qualifications are very rare. "This parrot is quite knowledgeable.

The dwarf mage added, "It's much easier for druids to get approval from the demigods of nature, so most of them turn into bears, leopards, or eagles or something. ”

And parrots?

"As for ......me," Parrot's tone became more solemn.

"Actually, it's just me performing ventriloquism. Felix, the bard, raised his head proudly, interrupted the parrot in his head, and caused it to flutter its wings twice before it could stand again.

"I can make a sound without speaking and just through my abdomen. "And Phyllis is my prop, and you think she said it, but it's all from me." ”

"Are you serious?" said Barrett, surprised again. The source of the sound observed by his keen sense was indeed the great macaw, not the young bard under the parrot's head.

"If you don't believe me, I'll give you a show!" the young man stood motionless, his handsome face with a silly smile.

Barrett also stopped to look at Felix. After a while, he finally couldn't help it, "Well, has your show started?"

The young man nodded, and Barrett looked at the parrot in his head again. The parrot named 'Phyllis' looked away at the sky with some embarrassment, and her wise eyes showed helplessness.

"Alas, forget it, leave him alone, he's got something wrong with his brain. "Since we are going to have an adventure together, let me introduce myself solemnly." The expression on the young man's face became serious.

"I was originally a demon pet, and my original owner was named 'Rosalyn', a third-level mage. She is not affiliated with the Magical Society, but is part of a loose mage organization called Magic Tides. The parrot's eyes showed remembrance, "Rosalyn found me in a jungle in the southern part of the griffon kingdom. I still remember that she had a berry in her hand and whispered to me, 'If you eat it, you're going to be my pet!' After that, she shared soul shards with me in a magical ritual, making me her pet. This master of mine has taught me a lot, maybe because I am a parrot, so I speak the lingua franca well, and I can use the elven language proficiently......"

"This master of mine died at the age of two hundred and four, due to a failed magical ritual to promote to a mid-level mage, which severely traumatized her soul. Although we have been together for more than 100 years, I still feel that time is fleeting, maybe birds have a different concept of time than humans. The parrot sighed.

"After this, I followed many masters, including a pirate. The pirate liked to call me 'eight riyals,' you know, not a good name, I didn't like it at all, so I sneaked out of my cage and followed a group of merchant ships back to land. After that, I changed owners one after another, and every time I regained my freedom, I would find myself a new one, and this guy under my feet was also found by me. ”

"Why do you have to find yourself a master?" Barrett asked.

"Because, wisdom comes at a price. The parrot sighed faintly, "Do you think I'm going to let some male parrot who doesn't know anything ride on me and lay a bunch of eggs?" And if a parrot wants to live in the human world, it needs an owner after all. ”

Phyllis the parrot brushed the feathers on her wings with her pointed beak, and only then did she truly look like a bird.

"Hey, look, how is my ventriloquist doing?" asked the young bard, raising an eyebrow.

......