Section 61 Poet

"Never...... No one has told me this. The little girl pondered for a moment. "How do you master this technique?"

"Try a few more times, and slowly you will understand. Ashrufat replied. "Or sooner or later your tutor ...... That Lady Jana will teach you this. By the way, where is Lady Jana, why haven't you come back?"

She ...... Won't be coming back. The little girl said softly.

"Won't be coming back?" Ashruphat asked curiously, but he immediately understood that the question was stupid enough, and immediately shut his mouth.

"Ashrufat......" The little girl didn't seem to want to continue on the topic, "By the way, it's almost time for us to have lunch, right?"

Speaking of which, it's almost lunchtime. However, unlike last time, this time there are no food vendors on the streets, and even if there are, they sell small snacks that cannot be used as a meal. Of course, in such a place, there is absolutely no need to worry about eating. After all, with so many people living and working nearby, it's impossible to have nowhere to eat. In fact, by the time he had settled down and looked around, he had no trouble finding at least six places where he could eat.

"That shop is good. The little girl pointed to a hotel in the distance. The royal life since she was a child has created a very high vision for the little girl, and in fact, the store is indeed the most exquisite and outstanding one in terms of appearance.

A few minutes later, Ashrufat came to the door of the shop with the little girl. However, from a distance from the door, Ashrufat could clearly hear the commotion in the hotel. With the surroundings of this store and its main customer base, the employees of the Chamber of Commerce who always imitate the aristocracy and are polite...... It doesn't seem like this kind of person is making such a noise.

Eshurufat instinctively felt that something was wrong, but the little girl walked excitedly towards the store.

The hotel was full. It wasn't the Chamber of Commerce employees or hawkers who were drinking and making a lot of noise, but a whole group of armed men.

In Eagle City, weapons are usually not allowed. With the exception of the aristocratic quarter, where duels were common, the other neighborhoods were sure to summon soldiers if they were openly armed. Of course, there are occasional people who can be allowed because they are particularly willing. But these people ...... This blatant carrying of weapons...... Plus the clothes and looks. If Ashrufat is not mistaken, it is a group of soldiers who occupy this hotel at the moment, and they are the kind of regular army.

"Aha, what did I see?" Recently, at a table, a middle-aged man turned his head to look at the two new people entering the hotel. "Outsiders are here? Well, look at their dress...... Guess what?"

"Ah, Barranca, I guess they're ...... Bard!" said another drunken man next to him. "Look at the man's robe, and you will know. ”

"No, at least I don't think so. ”

"Bet with me?"

"Bet on it, I'll sit in the bank, one loses one, and the bet starts from a Gioli, how about it?" The middle-aged man named Barranca had a resolute square face that gave the impression that he had carved out of the rock with a knife and axe. But at the moment, he spoke in a very frivolous tone.

"Good", "No problem", "I'll bet three Quiolis" and the like kept ringing in the tavern.

"The store is full, let's go. Ashrufat said to the little girl. He wanted to go, but at some point, the two of them blocked their way back, one left and one right.

Well...... Ashrufat looked left and right, as if trouble had come to the door.

"Friend, wait a minute. You're an important part of our gambling, so will you stand there and wait a while?" the man called Barranca at Ashrufat.

Ashrufat was holding the little girl's hand at this time, and he clearly felt that the little girl's body was trembling slightly because of anger. He squeezed it hard, signaling her not to get excited.

A man in a waiter's uniform walked over and said to Ashrufat with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry, guest, I know you're here for dinner, but today this place is wrapped...... So I have to say I'm sorry. ”

"What about wrapping it up? I'm going to eat it here. Ashrufat said coldly. "Who are they?"

"A group of officers of the Guards Regiment. The waiter whispered. "Mercenaries. ”

Just like any other nation, the Kingdom of Gruni has an army stationed here in the royal city of Eagle Falcon. It was an elite army under the command of His Majesty the King and defending the royal city, often referred to as the "Guards Legion". For the powerful Gruni of the aristocracy, this army was the greatest capital to maintain the stability of the royal power and suppress the ambitions of the nobles everywhere, and successive monarchs have made great efforts to cultivate it. And in the actual engagement, the Guards also performed well, especially in the confrontation with the barbarians, and won repeatedly.

Of course, that's in the past. Gruny had suffered a crushing defeat in the previous battle with the Barbarians, with both the monarch and the crown prince killed in battle, and the Guards were greatly wounded. In order to recover as soon as possible, under the impetus of Duke Byron, the legion recruited a part of the mercenaries. Someone in the falcon city has already secretly said that this is a typical political trick, and when the commander-in-chief of the Guards, the elderly and loyal to the royal general, dies, this army will definitely fall into the hands of Duke Byron. By that time, these mercenaries would be the first breach in the wall.

"Does anyone think they are bards?

"Wait, I'll bet. Ashruphat suddenly said loudly.

"Oh......" This time, it wasn't just the man named Barranca, but the other officers around him suddenly fell silent. One by one, you look at me, I look at you, and there are surprised expressions on their faces. Originally, everyone thought it was just fun, but they didn't expect this stranger who looked like a bard...... Well, whatever he wants to do, at least boldly.

"What do you bet on? Only Golly is accepted here. Barranca said. For the first time, he began to look at the stranger earnestly. It's strange to say, the more carefully I look up and down, the more I feel this person...... It is full of a sense of fierceness and coldness. This is not the temperament of a bard, but of a soldier. Among other things, for this alone, Barranca thinks that this man is not a bard nine out of nine.

"This. Ashrufat pulled out a gold coin from his body. "But if you lose, I don't need you to give money, give up your table, and then treat us to a good meal, how about it?"

"Yes!" said Barrancaha, sneering. "But since you're gambling yourself, it's not up to you to say whether you're a bard or not. ”

"Of course," replied Ashrufat. "If I can do it with one sentence, then I don't mean cheating, right?"

"Good, good, good!" Barranca shouted into the hotel. "Have you heard, this gentleman poet wants to prove that he is a poet. Let's make a notarization. ”

There was a loud laugh in the hotel.

"All right, Mr. Poet. Barranca turned his head and looked at Ashrufat, "Now that our bets are complete, it's your turn to prove whether or not you're a bard." But since I'm a bookmaker, it's up to me to come up with the proof. The Bard first tells a story...... Well, well, in fact, almost everyone can tell a story. What kind of ability is storytelling? What can it prove? Who hasn't grown up listening to stories? Even I can tell a story at any time! The second bard is that he can sing, well, in fact, singing is also very common, who can't hum a few songs? What else can a bard do? Oh, by the way, he can also play music!"

Barranca had a look of abrupt realization. Of course, I've heard that bards are all about the world and have a variety of tunes. You're going to play a tune, a tune we haven't heard before. If you can do it, then I believe you're a bard, people say yes!"

His last words were shouted at the people in the hall, causing a chorus of approval.

"No, no. Barranca turned his head, "Mr. poet, although you have such an expression, this condition is quite normal. Besides, I see you don't have a musical instrument with you, but that's not a problem, you see, isn't there a harp in the corner?"

"Oh yes, Barranca, the smartest man in our Guards Legion!" someone shouted loudly in the hall. "Now, this 'Mr. Poet' is probably about to be exposed. ”

"Ha Luha, that's right. When it comes to storytelling and singing a song or something, maybe someone can do it as well as a bard. When it comes to playing, it's not something that anyone can do......"

"All right!" said Barranca, handing the harp to Ashrufat, with that smug smile on his face. "Mr. Poet, you can start playing. You just play, and if you can finish a tune, and we don't have anyone to name it, you win. We will all recognize you as a true bard. ”

Ashrufat took the harp. The little girl nervously tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"Let's get started. Barranca said proudly.

Eshurufat's fingers gently stroked the strings, and he plucked them at random, and the harp made a faint, pleasant sound.

The touch of the strings seemed to awaken a memory in his heart. Ashrufat began to play.

When the first rhythm came out, the smug smile on Barranca's face faded. When the second piece of music played, he felt his spine tremble, the third melody made him forget the taste of lunch, and the fourth melody directly made him forget a lot of things. The whispers in the hall had long since died away. In the hall that was noisy just a moment ago, now only this indescribable and intoxicating music remains.

Everyone sat in their seats, feeling the soul-resonating sound. In the midst of this melody, only a small figure dances, spinning like a butterfly in the open space in front of the counter.