Feiler and Old Feiler looked at each other, a little wary, but when they saw the young man without any weapons, they also lowered their guard.

Before they could speak, Art spoke first: "My name is Kuwait, and I am a bard. When I was sleeping nearby yesterday, my package was stolen, including my beloved harp."

He pretended to be depressed, and then continued: "I don't know where to find the damn thief, but I know that the hope of getting it back is slim. Just this morning, I saw it near here.

Black birds, you two, can you help me catch one?"

Somewhat distressed and embarrassed, he took out five copper coins from the inner pocket of his clothes and said in a sincere tone: "Although it is a little small, I hope you can help me."

"This..." Feiler glanced at his father, and then the old hunter said, "Oh, what a misfortune, Mr. Kuwait, I feel sorry for your misfortune. The thieves around here are indeed

Quite a few, and your hope of recovering the package is indeed slim."

Old Feiler had some doubts about the identity of this young "minstrel", but he did not show it, and... encountered a thief?

This kind of thing is not uncommon. This year, out of the one hundred travelers who came to the village, twenty or thirty of them encountered thieves.

As for...the commission of five copper coins?

Although it is not a huge reward, it is something that comes easily to the old Feile who has relied on the Glora Forest for decades.

So, he will accept it, but this black bird?

Black woodpecker? Myna? Blackbird? Crow?

Well, I hope the young bard wasn't referring to Lin Diao.

Old Philer took the coin handed by the other party, and then asked aloud: "Mr. Kuwait, what is the black bird you are looking for?"

Art deliberately showed a trace of embarrassment on his face, looking a little embarrassed: "It doesn't look very big. This morning, when I was frustrated to find that I only had the harp pick left, that kind of bird

Someone showed up and snatched it away, if I remember correctly, it was a crow."

"Crow? Okay." Old Philer looked at his son. "Crows like to collect more than other birds, especially shiny things. Then, your harp pick will be targeted by it.

Yes, but..."

Old Filler coughed: "Mr. Kuwait, we still need to hunt in the forest, so we can only capture one crow for you. As for whether it is the one that took away your harp pick, we cannot guarantee it."

After all, don’t you dislike the low pay?

Art rolled his eyes in his heart, but he still pretended to be disappointed: "Oh, why is this, I thought I could at least get the pick back... Okay, okay, you two

Just help me catch a crow."

The frustrated tone and dejected look made both Feiler and Old Feiler believe it. Perhaps out of embarrassment, Old Feiler didn't say anything more and immediately began preparations to capture the crow.

The two of them didn't see the fleeting smile on the corner of Art's mouth.

However, things didn't go well after that.

After a whole morning, Old Philer and Philer caught a civet, a squirrel and a Gloria grouse, but they did not catch a crow.

The three of them sat around together. Old Feiler and Feiler ate dry food with fruits, while Art also bought half a piece of black bread with a copper coin and ate fruits in the same manner.

Just like the rumors, this black bread is as hard as a rock and extremely unpalatable.

However, Art, who is so talented in acting, needs to show that he is very adaptable. At most, he should complain appropriately and express his envy for the aristocratic gentlemen.

Finally, like a bard, he recalled a certain song and sang the melody softly:

"She had breakfast."

"She's out."

"She forgot the basket and the handkerchief on the table."

"She bought a lot of food."

"Then went home."

"It's late at night, and the little girl is quiet and peaceful."

"Scary wizard falls in love with small town girl."

"But the girl has an incurable disease."

"She will die on her twentieth birthday."

"The wizard can't accept it. He's a little crazy."

"So, the time of this village will always be fixed on that day."

"The last day she turned nineteen."

"Every midnight, this place looks like an opera house."

"The same day over and over again."

"She had breakfast."

"She's out."

"She forgot the basket and the handkerchief on the table."

"She bought a lot of food."

"Then went home."

Art sang softly. Although the sound was not beautiful, it was not unpleasant either.

If he had a harp at this time, people would regard him as a real bard.

No, old Philer has already convinced himself of his identity as a "bard".

"Oh, Mr. Kuwait, this is really a sad story." Old Philer wiped the corners of his eyes. Old people are always more likely to be sad than young people.

Filler on the other hand shrugged his shoulders. Although the story of "Mr. Kuwait" was very touching, it was too exaggerated to shed tears. However, even so, he affirmed Art's identity: "It's a pity. If at this time, you...

A harp would be even more perfect."

Sincere praise came from this young man's mouth.

At this moment, a voice came from afar.

A rough hoarse sound of "Whoa-whoa-" came from the position of the trap.

Both Old Feiler and Feiler were stunned, and then the old hunter smiled: "Mr. Kuwait, if you are right, our trap caught a crow."

After Art stood up, the three of them rushed over together.

In an upside-down basket, a black bird was flapping its wings and making a hoarse cry.

Old Feiler stepped forward and lifted the basket on his back. Feiler, who had already prepared it, immediately reached in and accurately grabbed the two wings of the crow.

The crow whose wings were controlled kept waving its paws and even tried to attack Feiler with its gray-black beak.

But, to no avail.

Old Feiler stretched out his hand, controlled the crow's feet and wings with both hands, took it from Feiler, and then handed it to Art.

After Art took it over, the old hunter said: "Crows are not easy creatures to get along with. They are very smart and even more revengeful than wolves. Mr. Kuwait, if you can't tame it, then,

It’s better suited as a meal…”

The old hunter made a suggestion.

"Okay." Art grinned.

Neither Feiler nor Old Feiler noticed that after Art took him over, the crow stopped resisting. As a faint light flashed, a submissive mood appeared in the dark crow's eyes.
Chapter completed!