Bards are a group of eccentric people who, like priests, practice the powers of nature, but do not believe in the three gods, but travel the seas and sing about the good things that deserve to be celebrated.

Nor do they give themselves to a fixed faith like priests, and it can even be said that most bards are powerless. But at the same time, if they sing a song that can be sung widely, they can give the poem a special power and exert a magical blessing effect.

Legend.

The walls of the Great Hall of the Manifestation on the sacred mountain of the island of the gods are carved with poems by bards who have left their names in history, and a large number of bards visit and chant them every day.

The notes of this poem when it is sung have blessed this great temple of manifestation with countless blessings, indestructible, light day and night, music flowing freely, and holy water condensed into frost...... All kinds of incredible miracles, even more miraculous, those apostolic priests can get mysterious revelations from them.

Then, they will have the slightest chance to advance to the legendary class, the Prophet.

The whole continent of Rafah is not clear, but the kingdom of Plantagenet is clear, there is only one prophet, who sits in the temple of Versailles, and presides over all the priests in the country, who accept the dual jurisdiction of the kingdom and the territory.

"In fact I'm also a bard, Aldington, and I've published a book of poems, 'The Secret of Hector and the Forest Fairy,' and I've sent a hundred copies to Butterfly Castle. You should have read this book of poems, what do you think of my work, and which poem do you like the most? ”

Hector finished his vindictive work, got out of bed, and motioned for the valet to bring over a bottle of Bartini.

Aldington looked confused: "Uncle, you actually published a poetry collection?" ”

Hector raised his eyebrows, finding a blind spot in this sentence: "So you haven't read "The Secret of Hector and the Forest Fairy"? ”

"Ahem, you should understand that I have spent most of the past seven years in the Grey Iron Castle, and Viscount Dolick has not allowed me to read books such as poetry." Aldington rolled his eyes and added, "Actually, I like poetry very much, and I'll be sure to find it and read it carefully." ”

"Well, it can't be said that Dulick's approach is wrong, and it is true that it is not good to be exposed to too cluttered content too early." Heiktor nodded, "But now that you have been promoted to Trainee Knight, you have awakened your bloodline, and you can be promoted to Phantom Beast Knight with your eyes closed, so learning poetry is not a bad thing." ”

"Huh?" Aldington had no intention of studying poetry.

"I know you want to concentrate on cultivating Dou Qi, but Aldington, you have to understand that Dou Qi cultivates the fusion power of body and spirit, but this is not perfect, so you need to use the power of phantom beasts to supplement the power of nature. Therefore, the noble knights also need to make up for their shortcomings through faith. ”

"Is that so?"

"Of course that's the case, you are now a junior vindictive, and you can't feel the defect yet, and you can only feel this flaw after your vindictive temperament changes. At that time, you will spontaneously go to the altars and temples and pray to the three gods to make up for the lack of natural forces. ”

The servant brought Batini, and Hector poured a shallow glass for his nephew, and continued: "The priest's force of nature is fixed, which is certainly friendly to most knights. But if you are talented and sing a classic poem, the power of nature will be reaped once and for all. ”

"So what classic poems have you sung, uncle?"

"Uh...... What's this...... Ahem. Hector bluntly defended himself, "Inspiration strikes, and I, like most bards, are looking for it...... In short, I suggest you learn poetry writing with me, talented people will always be in demand. ”

Aldington smiled and nodded, "So, how exactly does the bard cultivate?" ”

"You don't need to practice deliberately, it's like a priest praying. The bard keeps writing poetry, throwing his emotions into it, looking for inspiration, and when it comes, you'll understand that it's all worth it. ”

After a glass of Bartini and a lot of poetry and techniques that Hector babbled, Aldington took his leave.

When I returned to my bedroom, it was already half past eleven in the evening.

"The Peloponnesian War" is on the table, and he first thinks about the information revealed by Hector that according to the other party, the Jasmine Empire is fictional, and Prolos the Great is also a fictional character. But he always felt that it was not fiction, and this medal of valor was proof of it.

"35,000 years is too long history...... Originally, I wondered if the sea in the book was the inheritance left by the ancestor Lungat Thunderstorm Running Wolf, but now it seems that even if it is inherited, it is estimated that it will have to go back another 25,000 years. Aldington shook his head, Ancestor Lungatt was a dragon knight from 10,000 years ago.

The timeline doesn't match the number.

But the existence of the power of thunder bloodline potion is extremely contradictory, if there is no such person as Lungat, where did this bloodline potion come from?

So, I can't think about it clearly, so I just don't think about it.

He flipped through the book of poems on his desk and thought of Hector's proposal: "Make poetry...... Should I try it? ”

I feel that the bard's compulsion is still quite full, although the Plantagenet Kingdom is the most noble knight, but all kinds of writers, poets, musicians, and painters are also quite sought after. Even some opera actors can become guests of the aristocratic social circle, and even get the love of aristocratic celebrities.

Even, in the memory of the original owner, there is a ridiculous thing about Baron Aureno.

It happened four years ago, when Baron Aureno had kept an opera singer in Petit Versailles, and Madame Helena found out about it, and it really made a fuss for a while. For this reason, Lady Helena came to the Castle of Grey Iron and stayed with her son for a month before being taken home by Baron Aurenor.

And the original owner also knew from his mother's complaints that his father took care of his little lover.

Of course, the past is like smoke.

Aldington gathered his thoughts, pulled the rope bell, and called to the servant, "Go and get me some paper and pens." ”

The manservant on duty quickly responded: "Yes, young master." ”

In a short time, paper and pen were delivered.

Spreading out the paper, he instructed, "Tell Carson steward tomorrow to put a bookshelf in my bedroom, and then put some paper and pen for my daily use." "Before that, there was no pen and paper in the bedroom, so I went to the castle's study to check and record information.

"Okay."

"Go and rest, I don't need anyone to serve me here."

Sending the servant away, facing the white paper, he thought for a while before he picked up his pen and wrote on it in the words of the Plantagenet Kingdom.

"Facing the sea, spring blossoms – Aldington Lun Iris."

"From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person."

"Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world ......"