Watching those suspicious aristocratic guys playing musical instruments, Norman was surprised for a moment and was relieved: he had played the role of a bard too much in the past few days, and he was used to that lowly sense of self-identity, and his thinking did not change for a while.

Who says nobles can't play?

In fact, there are indeed aristocrats who are addicted to art, he heard of it when he was in Nicaro, but such aristocrats are generally some small nobles, and when he was in Nicaro, he was in the top aristocratic circle of Francis, where the vast majority of people were addicted to power and magic, so he really had never seen such an example, and when he first saw it, he didn't react at once.

Especially if there are several examples like the one in front of him now, he has never seen them at the same time.

But then he saw more examples.

One after another, people came down from those carriages.

Like the previous ones, these people who came down one after another were also dressed as nobles, but they no longer held musical instruments in their hands, some were holding paintbrushes and looking around, followed by a servant carrying a drawing board shelf, some had empty hands, some were holding a carving knife in their hands, and the servant behind them was carrying a half-height unfinished statue.

The team seemed to be a convoy full of "aristocratic artists", and the black-robed mage Norman that Chen Qinghe had mentioned was also found, a sculptor, a bard who was telling a story to the knights gathered around him, and a bard playing a long pipe......

And the scene in front of you can also explain why the composition of this convoy is so strange, because these people should be nobles, so the carriages of the convoy will be like that, I don't know why these people get together on the road, and where are they going?

"Hey, friend,"

With a man's voice, a figure approached from the left front.

It's the rooster-like head of the sassy knight before.

In this way, the tent had not yet been fully set up, and he actually took off a piece of armor cleanly, revealing a suit of civilian clothes inside.

Now the sky is not very dark, and it can be seen that this Sao Bao Knight is a man in his thirties, blonde hair and blue eyes, handsome appearance, and can be regarded as a middle-aged British soldier.

His face was clean-shaven, he had no beard at all, his hair was neatly groomed, and his clothes were equally fresh, so that he could not tell that he had just gone through a day's journey on horseback.

"My name is Devitt Nelson,"

The middle-aged DeWitt of the British army introduced himself to the three of Norman who were standing here, and Norman and they also reported their names, of course, Norman still used Allen's pseudonym here, Chen Qinghe continued to be Cecil, and even Abel also used a Tom's pseudonym to avoid trouble.

But Norman doubted the meaning of their pseudonyms, for DeWitt did not seem to care what they were called, and when he had heard them finish, he eagerly offered himself, "Gentlemen, would you like to enjoy a beautiful dance?" and, whether they wanted to or not, began to dance on the spot.

Unlike the ballroom dancing at the ballroom, DeWitt now dances a personal dance, so the movements are something Norman had never seen before...... But the question is, why is he standing here watching this man dance!?

Norman seems to understand a little bit why this sassy knight would let them follow the team so happily without asking before, in addition to confidence, more because he can pull some new audiences?

And just looking at it, after DeWitt finished a dance, he looked at the three of them with expectant eyes and asked, "What do you think?"

This is for the new audience to express their impressions.

Chen Qinghe seems to be born with a dislike of moving, not only does he not study combat skills, but he is also not interested in dancing, he didn't look at DeWitt at all just now, and he doesn't bother to answer now.

Abel still wants to give DeWitt some face, after all, no matter what they say now, they are following other people's butts, but you can let him make alchemy, let him appreciate the dance, he really can't do it, the words just can't come out, and he can't hold back half a word.

The only one left was Norman.

Norman didn't know much about dancing, but he had the Knights Templar as a backup.

"Nice dance, you can see that you want to express the indomitable spirit of fighting the storm, and I especially like the small jump of three times in a row, but some of the transitions between movements are too stiff and not natural and smooth. And in terms of theme, there is no tension in your movement design, just imagine, if this dance is not so strong, and it is designed in the direction of weakness, will it be more able to highlight the kind of unyielding in the face of a strong storm? Strong for strong is far less shocking than weak in the face of strong unyielding......"

The Knights Templar also had a lot of talent, and some who were proficient in dancing, and they immediately gave long opinions, and all Norman had to do was repeat them.

Devit actually didn't expect the three guys he met on the road to say something at first, and it was already the best result for them to be able to pop out of their mouths with a "good" or "bad", but he didn't expect that the big pale man standing in front of him had something to say with one mouth, and analyzed his dance thoroughly!

This made DeWitt pleasantly surprised, and listened seriously, and the more he listened, the more he felt that Norman spoke well, said it well, and said it obediently, especially Norman's opinions, which spoke to his heart, but he always couldn't think through it before, as if there was a layer of paper, and Norman's current comments helped him pierce this layer of paper at once.

It's like the that has been held for more than ten days is pulled out all at once, not to mention how enjoyable this feeling is, listening to DeWitt's eyebrows fluttering, overjoyed, and even thinking about it on the spot, and then practicing it.

He was inspired, but he couldn't afford to waste it.

Norman was just relieved when he saw that he had sent away the knight in front of him, but he heard a voice coming from beside him.

"Sir, I wonder if you have studied music as well?"

Norman turned his head to look at the man beside him.

The man had a long tube in his hand, and his eyes were staring at him intently.

Norman hesitated for a moment, but nodded, and then the man's eyes brightened, and he said, "I hope you can give me some pointers." Then he eagerly raised the long pipe to his mouth and began to whine.

Norman had no choice but to listen again.

But fortunately, he knows more about music than dance.