"I'm Rat." Art said his fake name, although there was only a slight difference in pronunciation.

"Nice to meet you." Baruto smiled, then looked at his harp, "You actually brought the harp, but it seems that it is not in very good condition."

The middle-aged bard's words were very tactful.

"Yes, I encountered some accidents." Art shook his head and raised his left hand holding Gloria, "Not only the harp, my partner was also injured."

"Oh, that's really unfortunate." Baruto looked at the black crow, met the pair of dark eyes, and then asked with some confusion, "Monster?"

The only things that can bite a black crow are monsters. Ordinary beasts, and only birds of prey such as hawks, can cause harm to this smart and cunning bird.

"Yes." Art said with an "unfortunate" expression on his face, "A red crow, if I hadn't met a group of mercenaries, I might have died in its mouth."

"Red crow!?" On the table next to him, a drinker suddenly stood up and walked to Art's side, "Are you sure!?"

"Yes, yes, sir." Art nodded "pretending to be calm", "A bloody crow, bigger than my partner."

"Blood Crow! Is it near the Forest of Melancholy!?" The man wearing a long sword and leather armor asked Art with an ugly look on his face.

"Yes." Art replied. He originally wanted to inquire about the Forest of Melancholy, and it seemed that he had a way.

Others also noticed what was going on here, and several men also came over.

These people were all wearing leather armor and carrying weapons. They looked like they should be guards or soldiers.

"What's wrong? Os?"

"Blood Crow! The bard said that he met the Blood Crow!" Aos looked solemn.

"Oh my god! How could that happen!?"

"Is it time already!?"

"How could it be so fast? It's only been eight years now, doesn't it only happen once in thirty years!?"

"No, the 'bitter winter' occurs once every thirty years, and the Forest of Melancholy occurs almost once every fifteen years."

The men began to discuss with ugly faces. The man named Oss asked a few more questions, and Art also answered "truthfully".

Although it is not entirely true, several key contents are true.

"The Forest of Melancholy." "Encountered the Blood Crow." "The mercenary team going to the Forest of Melancholy." "A large area of ​​red."

These key information also made these people, who should be guards or soldiers, look solemn. After several confirmations, they left the tavern directly.

"Who are these people?" After they left, Art asked Baruto.

Touching the mustache, Baruto replied: "It should be the village guard here."

"should?"

Balu held up his hands and said, "I came here two days ago, and I don't know much about it."

"By the way, is it safe here?"

"It's very safe." A voice came from the side, it was the proprietress Gresa, "In my tavern, you won't meet those guys who like dirty hands and feet. If you go to the west of the village, you will

Not necessarily."

After putting down the plate with barbecue and a glass of dark ale, Gresa continued: "Although this is only a village in name, due to the protection of the military camp not far from the village, the development here is still very good. If not

Because if the knight was not a baron, this place should be called 'Melenko Town' now, not 'Melenko Village'."

Art nodded. When he entered this village, he discovered that this village was larger than the few villages he had "seen". Compared with Ferro Town and Sindila Town, it felt only small.

point.

"By the way, Ms. Gresa." Art paid for another barbecue and ale, "Please bring me another barbecue and ale for my new friend Baruto."

"What a generous young man." Gresa held the money with a smile and turned to leave.

"Oh, you are so generous!" Baruto did not expect that this colleague he had just met would be so generous and treat him to a meal. Originally, he was worried that the other party would steal his business and was a little wary.

After all, these bards are not professional "bards", they are just ordinary music lovers who rely on this to make a living. If they have to say it, they should be called "troubadours" or "troubadours".

Everywhere they go, they need to perform their talents and get some rewards from generous people, and then they have the opportunity to be hired by local nobles or businessmen to perform.

If it were in the wild, would they rather meet their peers in a town or village? Forget it, at this time, their peers would not be welcome.

Not only did he think so, the other party should also think so, but the other party's generosity was beyond his expectation.

Or, before coming here, he performed for a noble or businessman and received a large reward?

In just a short moment, a series of thoughts flashed through Baruto's heart.

However, he still had a sincere smile on his face. Anyone would be happy to meet a generous friend.

Art looked at the other person's smile and smiled in his heart.

If it were in the game, a prompt such as "Bard Baruto's favorability level is up!" should pop up at this time.

Trying to make friends with NPCs and explore quests are the basic skills that a senior RPG player should have.

There are two types of bards.

One type is professionals who possess extraordinary power. This kind of "bard" originated from a foreign race - the elves.

They are the kind of elves with pointed ears and beautiful long ears. Those elves are favored by nature and rely on their strong element affinity. They can directly rely on their mental power to release natural spells. Although they all rely on blood, they are not as similar to wizards as

The "psionic magic" system is different.

Wizards rely on the power of blood to convert mental power into spiritual energy, and use spiritual energy as the basis to release spells.

The elves, relying on their bloodline to be close to nature, gather elements in the environment to cast "natural spells". However, natural spells can only be released based on the environment. If there is water all around, then they can only cast natural spells of the water element type.

Spells, and the wizard's psychic spells can release flames even if they are surrounded by water, but they cannot attract enough fire elements to increase the power of the spell. They still have a certain power in themselves.

Bards are a profession developed by elves. These elven bards can resonate with the elements through musical instruments or singing, thereby casting natural spells.

In ancient times, the wars between humans, aliens, and monsters ended in the victory of humans. After defeating the aliens, many elven slaves wandered in human society.

It is precisely for this reason that many humans among humans have elven blood. Through elven blood, they can cast natural spells.

This is the first type, the professional "bard".

The other type is ordinary people, simply put, they are singers.

They are either descendants of lower-class nobles, or most of them are descendants of nobles from the knight class who are not considered nobles. Because they are not strong themselves, their chances of giving birth to descendants are higher than those of the upper-class nobles, and they lead an unruly adult life.

, allowing them to have many illegitimate children.

These heirs only need to be able to awaken their spiritual powers. If they are unable to awaken their spiritual powers, they will basically not be recognized. They will not even have the chance to become noble followers. However, their lives will be better than those of common people.

, and will also receive some education.

These people are part of the bard community.

There are also some lower-class people from businessmen or civilian families. They are all groups with a certain education, at least literacy, and some knowledge of music theory. They travel around.

Therefore, they can be said to be the most well-informed group of people. The mercenaries and even the nobles may not be as well-informed as they are.

Of course, because of the professional habit of bards who like to beautify and exaggerate stories, although the information they speak has a certain degree of authenticity, it cannot be taken completely seriously.

Having played so many medieval games, he is quite familiar with the group of bards. In addition to guest appearances as mercenaries and adventurers, he also often guest stars as bards.

Although the background of the world is different, this group of people is also more real.

Art also planned to pry some information out of Baruto's mouth.

When Gresa brought the barbecue and malt wine again, Baruto's flaxen eyes completely lit up, and his eyes looking at Art became a little more friendly.

"I plan to go to Serra County recently." Art looked "joyfully" as if he was not affected by the recent monster attack at all. "I heard it's very good there!"

"Sierra County!?" Baruto was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "Late, I advise you not to go there. You know, Sierra County and Ludi County have been having friction again recently, and they almost had a fight.

Get up."

"Fight?" Art showed just the right amount of curiosity, and this expression satisfied Baruto's desire to show off his knowledge.

He raised his head, looked around, and then said: "You should know that Your Excellency, Count Glora, only has one daughter, right?"

"I know, what's wrong?" Att nodded, most people knew this.

"That lady's name..." Baruto raised his eyebrows pretending to be mysterious, "Do you know?"

Alti Serra Glora.

Art said in his heart, but his face looked like he couldn't remember.

"Haha, I knew you didn't know." Baruto's mustache curled up and down, looking very proud.
Chapter completed!