Maxim Midnet, one of the current princes of the Valstad Empire, has experienced all kinds of big scenes, he has seen the top musicians in the continent of Ulassis perform, and he has no disdain for street performers of average level.

Although he loved the temperament and appearance of this female troubadour, he did not expect much from her musical attainments.

After all, in this era, almost all the masters of art were concentrated in the aristocratic class, they monopolized the teaching methods and training techniques, and the apprentices they received were also the children of the nobility, and it was difficult for common musicians to carve out a genre on their own, or even attained something, it was difficult to climb to the top.

To Maxim's great shock,

The troubadour in front of her is not only very attractive in appearance, but also has a very wide vocal range and extremely clever singing skills, with a clear and high-pitched treble and a deep and long bass.

Her words are so clear and pleasant to listen to them, and the words are so melodious and sincere that they make this old narrative song so contagious that an old man with gray hair can cry when he listens to it.

Her ten long, white fingers were astonishingly flexible, as if each finger had a mind of its own, and in terms of the way she played the lyre, she was not far behind the masters of the royal orchestra.

In the last line of the ballad, she deliberately dragged the last syllable very long to enhance the emotional contagion, and as the last pleasant sound gradually dissipated, the audience in the tavern was stunned and then gave a round of applause.

The old man, who had just been moved to tears, stood up, and with a trembling hand took out a coin and put it into the hat that had been placed on the ground in front of the troubadour:

"The singing is amazing! Lady!

I've heard many versions of this 'Black Knight' is my favorite narrative ballad, but there is no doubt that you sang it with the most emotion, better than when I paid a lot of money for tickets at the Imperial Grand Theatre! My family background is average, and this little money is a little respectful. ”

"Thank you for your support!" The troubadour smiled and thanked the old man, her smile was so charming, it was a deadly poison that Maxim almost suffocated at the sight.

"A musician like you deserves to perform on a bigger stage." A bearded listener did not hesitate to praise him, he took out a few coins and threw them into his hat, and several more listeners gave him a reward.

Maxim threw a heavy, shiny shield-shaped Imperial coin directly into his hat, and he wanted to take the opportunity to approach the dark-haired lady and stare at her with a pair of lilac eyes, trying to get her attention.

If it is an ordinary folk artist, I will be grateful to get such a generous reward.

But the troubadour glanced at Maxim casually, as if deliberately trying to distance herself from him, and with a cold and unpredictable expression, she said coldly: "Thank you for your generosity!" ”。 Didn't even shake his hand.

This made Maxim very angry, although he did not reveal the true identity of the imperial prince, but with his tall and slender figure and extremely handsome appearance, no girl could resist the charm of this prince.

As a playboy known in the imperial capital of Fort Midknight, and even across the continent,

Maxim Midknight is a self-proclaimed lover, and he is convinced that there is no woman he can't handle at the bottom, but this time he has been closed to the door, and this frustration is unprecedented.

The dark-haired lady in front of him looked like his favorite - the mature type, and her voice was as graceful as a nightingale.

But she was not interested in such an outstanding image, and responded to his gaze with the attitude of facing the ordinary audience.

Maxim was furious, and he secretly swore in his heart:

(My credo has always been to play life, never get married, never have children, just want to find a lot of lovers to indulge in, but now I feel like I have to work hard, I need a real love!)

Ms. Grancy Steinerberg, you are the most attractive one in the vast sea of people, and no matter how cold you are, how much effort you spend, how much money you spend, I will definitely make you fall in love with me! ）

The troubadour put down the lyre, took out a long, curved-bladed knife from the old cloth bag beside him, and "brushed" the blade out of its sheath, causing everyone to exclaim.

"Next, I will perform a saber dance originating from the nomads of the ancient Saker Golden Horde, I hope you enjoy it." She.

Maxim looked closely, and the troubadour was holding a unique nomadic saber in his hand,

The cooker does not have a false blade on the back like the Valstad saber, but only has a single caries

The handle is short and can only be held with one hand, and the absence of flaps and handguards gives the wrist a lot of room to move.

The overall appearance of this type of saber takes into account the characteristics of modern saber and swift straight sword, the blade is slightly curved, the tip of the knife is sharp, it can effectively chop and pierce, and the whole body has a blood groove except for the tip part.

The troubadour, standing straight with her feet open, took a harmonica in her mouth, and played a cheerful melody peculiar to the steppe nomads, and she began to spin, and turned faster and faster, so that the pattern on her skirt could not be seen clearly.

The skirt is flying, the dancer's wrist movements are amazingly flexible, and the saber flies up and down, dancing out of bright silver knife light.

Suddenly, she volleyed two heels, the boot almost kicked the barrel, and the tip of the saber slashed against the skin across Maxim's cheek, but he didn't panic at all, because he loved it to the extreme, he had completely let down the most basic guard against the unknown entertainer in front of him, believing that she had no bad intentions, and believed that her actions would never go wrong.

As the frequency of the harmonica increased, the saber danced faster and faster, and the black-haired woman's whole body was already shrouded in a series of knife lights, and there was a feeling of impermeability, which made people feel that it was difficult to wet her clothes when they splashed water on her at this time.

Jumping to the most intense part of the melody, she rounded her arms and threw the saber up, the middle of the back of the knife fell right on top of her head, and she resisted it steadily, only swaying slightly up and down, and everyone in the audience held their breath for fear that she would not be able to maintain her balance.

With the sound of a long harmonica, she turned the saber on her head for more than a dozen consecutive turns, and after the turn, she could still maintain her balance, only slightly red and panting.

At the end of the performance, she tilted her neck to the left, and the saber landed right in the scabbard she had placed, and then she bowed to the audience in a dashing manner following the momentum of the knife retraction.

If the previous narrative ballad had initially touched the hearts of the people, this impassioned saber dance performance had already completely conquered the audience in the tavern.

For a while, the applause was thunderous, and the whistles came and went.

Even the stingy and mean proprietress couldn't stop nodding and said:

"I've been doing this for more than 40 years, and it's the first time I've seen such a powerful troubadour, this is not a charlatan at all, but a great performance by an artist, tonight is really an eye-opener!"