The weather in the second half of the Passion Moon (June) was already very hot, and the two women on both sides of the carriage, Joanna and Betty, kept sweating from their foreheads, flowing down their faces like a stream.
But even so, the two slender and fair-skinned women who looked slender and fair due to their elven blood did not complain at all, firmly guarding both sides of the carriage, and Simon in front of them repelled several beasts that rushed down the mountain, so that Lucian, who occasionally took a break from analyzing magic in the carriage, couldn't help but nod in appreciation.
On the contrary, Chris, a real man who used to brag about his past adventures and training achievements from time to time, became like a frosted eggplant, wilting and following beside him, so hot that he didn't want to say more.
In the carriage, because Lucian had been closing his eyes and resting, Lina was calm and taciturn, but a child who occasionally cried, Bertwise wanted to talk several times but couldn't find a partner, so he had no choice but to take out the sheet music from his suitcase and watch quietly.
Time passed quickly, and the sky gradually darkened. At about seven o'clock in the evening, with Lucian's consent, Simon chose a leeward mountain wall depression to set up camp.
After the efforts of the three adventurers, three tents were set up with the carriage as the core, one belonged to three ladies, one belonged to Simon and the coachman, one belonged to Wise alone, and Lucian slept in the carriage.
Smiling as he watched the three adventurers keep busy, Lucian, who was leisurely next to the carriage, sincerely thanked the money, if he wanted to travel alone, it was best to wait until he became an intermediate magician and learned the three-ring magic of "Magician's Hut".
After the bonfire, set up the jars, and cooked the food, Simon and the other three adventurers had some free time, and the two ladies went to clean up the creek next to him, while he sat down by the carriage and chatted with Lucian and Wise about the legends of black magicians and vampires in the central and southern parts of the continent.
"It is said that in the Dark Ages, this was indeed the domain of a black magician, but then he was completely purified by the church." Lucian recalled the history books he read in Natasha's study in the Summer Palace of Lata, "I didn't expect that there are still so many legends left."
Simon was more talkative than he looked, and said with a smile: "The more mysterious things are, the more people are willing to understand and spread them. Moreover, it can scare children who don't want to sleep at night."
"In fact, every town has a church, but most poor people like to scare themselves." Wise dismisses the legends of warlocks and vampires.
In the middle of chatting and laughing, the two ladies walked back slowly, their freshly washed linen hair draped over their shoulders, wet and slightly messy, with a faint temptation, but Betty, a sixteen-and-a-half-year-old elf who had not yet grown, was not as charming as her sister.
The whistle sounded suddenly, full of teasing smell, from two bards camped not far away, with whom Chris, a short man, had joined.
One of the bards simply picked up the seven-stringed harp and played a warm and romantic ballad, looking at the two ladies with fiery eyes. This is the bard's instinct.
Joanna was used to this kind of scene, smiled and sat down next to her husband Simon, stirring the vegetable soup and bread cooked in the jar. Betty, the little girl, looked a little unsettled, and glared at her several times in shame and anger, which caused even more enthusiastic sounds, and even another bard joined in.
"You'd better be quiet." Simon warned the two bards in a deep voice that if he hadn't accepted the hired task, he would now draw his sword and walk over.
Simon, who had thick arms and a tall figure, was very intimidating, even if the two bards themselves had good strength, they still chose to stop after weighing it.
Chris hummed: "Simon, my friends sing and playing the piano is their own business, why do you want them to be quiet? With me Chris here, you will never be allowed to bully people with your strength." As he spoke, he shook his muscles and showed off the two-handed greatsword that was taller than him.
Chris is famous among adventurers and has trained a knight, so Simon didn't dare to reply carelessly: "Chris, you'd better be careful when this hiring mission is over." Since there is a task, the most important thing is the employer's will.
Lucian watched the familiar show of gangsters molesting beautiful women for fun, and forgot to speak for a while. Betty snorted softly: "Because they played too badly, they were quiet."
"Ugly? Little girl, do you think you play better than us?" The bard's face sank first, even if he was a beautiful woman, he couldn't slander his proudest ability like this!
Betty just spoke out angrily, and was dumbfounded after being hit back by the other party, but the little girl refused to admit defeat, looked left and right, and suddenly saw Wise, remembering that he was going to Cosher City to study music, so she couldn't help but point at him and said, "Our Mr. Wise plays a hundred times better than you!"
After saying that, she realized that Wise was one of the employers, how could he be involved, so she apologized to Wise with her eyes again and again.
Wise nodded gently, indicating that he understood her urge.
The bard over there looked at Wise amusedly: "He? Can an ordinary traveler play better than me, a bard? If he can really do this, then I will apologize to you immediately, little girl, and stop playing the piano when I meet you."
Wise did not answer the question, but just watched the quarrel as calmly and amusefully as Lucian.
Seeing that Wise didn't seem to dare to come forward, the bard and Chris laughed loudly, making Betty blush, stomping her feet and looking at Wise pleadingly.
Simon turned his head and asked Lucian with his eyes, and after getting Lucian's nod in agreement, he was about to pull out the long sword behind his back.
At this time, Wise stood up and said with an indifferent smile: "I have just started on the road of music, but no man can refuse the prayer of a beautiful lady, so I had to try reluctantly."
"Haha, don't mess around with the little girl, Mr. Wise." The bard laughed mercilessly.
Wise walked back to the tent, took out the harp from his suitcase, and without saying anything, he just started playing, the one played by the bard just now, pleasant and passionate, full of emotion, every detail was handled at a high level, not much better than the bard.
In the silence, when the music ended, Betty was the first to applaud, glanced at Wise admiringly, and then triumphantly at the bard.
The bard's face was ugly, how could he have the level of a musician just by pulling a person, could it be that the Lord had abandoned himself and tainted himself with bad luck? If I had known, I wouldn't have been so stubborn, or changed the topic and got involved with another young man!
"I'm sorry, beautiful young lady." He apologized with difficulty, then returned to Chris, who seemed to have a blue face, and cooked food in silence.
Betty is elated here, and Simon and Joanna have become enthusiastic about Wise, who helped their sister and has outstanding musical talent.
"Mr. Wise, can play Mr. Evans, hehe, am I talking about the canon in D major, adapted by the genius musician Mr. Lucian Evans? The harp version is also very good." Betty gave Lucian an apologetic glance, then pleaded passionately with Wise.
Wise smiled faintly, nodded slightly, and played the D major canon, and the familiar melodious and melodious music sounded, which reminded Lucian of Alto's friends, and sighed in his heart: "When I arrived in Corsher City, I will send a letter back to John and Natasha through the Musicians Association, telling them about the experience of the two-month journey."
Before entering the central and southern parts of the mainland, Lucian had sent it once.
After playing the D major canon and dinner was cooked, Betty said enthusiastically: "Mr. Wise, if I hadn't fallen in love with Mr. Lucian Evans' music, I would definitely like you."
"I don't think some of the musicians in Cosse City are as good as Mr. Wise. Joanna followed with compliments.
Wise's smile became slightly thicker, and he was able to compare it with Lucian Evans in Betty's mouth, and he was inevitably a little proud of the famous musician who was known as the beginning of an era.
Shaking his head in a low-key manner, Wise turned around and walked to his previous position, and when he saw the smile of Lucian, the "noble young master", he spread his hands and smiled helplessly: "Mr. Evans, I really don't know much about music."
"Hehe, Mr. Wise, you are too modest, you play very well." Lucian nodded amusedly.
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In the dead of night, Lucian and the others' tent with the carriage as the core swayed with black patches under the light of the campfire, dim and a little hideous.
A short figure clung to the mountain wall like a gecko, slowly crawling to the camp in the depression below in the darkness, and then waited quietly.
When Betty, who was on vigil at this time, yawned, he jumped violently and landed silently behind the carriage.
The dark shadow lightly opened the carriage window on the other side with both hands, and then quickly flipped in.
Quietly closing the car window again, the black shadow stood up straight, showing a smug smile, it was Chris, a real man who liked to brag.
"Hmph, everyone thinks I'm a two-handed greatsword warrior who is good at frontal attacks, but in fact, I am an excellent thief with dwarf blood! Haha, Simon, Joanna, and Betty, you are ready to accept the wrath of your employer tomorrow!"
Thinking excitedly, Chris searched for Lucian's figure with his dark vision: "In my eyes, the beautifully decorated longsword over there should be an extraordinary longsword! Hmph, it's really cheap for a kid who hasn't grown hair to dare to go out with such a valuable weapon. When I change hands and sell it, plus my previous savings, I will definitely be able to raise enough money to redeem the lord!"
"Hey, where is the long sword? Where's the person?!" Looking left and right, I didn't notice Lucian and Chris, who was wary of the long sword, and suddenly their hair stood up.
When Chris turned to escape, he finally found the long sword he had been looking for just now, which reflected a faint light in the darkness and stopped at his throat.
Looking at Lucian who was smiling gently opposite, the real man Chris went limp and knelt down suddenly: "Lord Knight, spare me!"
The only ones who can silently tease themselves are real knights!
Lucian said calmly: "Stealing is not a good habit, do you keep your left hand or your right hand?"
If it weren't for the long sword in front of him, he would definitely pounce on him and hug Lucian's thigh, and now he could only cry and beg: "Master Knight, spare me, I have, I have a piece of news for you."
(End of this chapter)