Chapter 24 Don’t ask, asking is talent
Music, eloquence, poetry... language has a unique magical power in this world.
The bard is a profession that uses this power.
They believe that the source of all laws in the universe is——
[Story].
It is precisely because of stories that a world where gods coexist was born.
As for the bard, there is a joke among players.
Said other players are concerned about how high the level of this NPC is.
Only bard players can apply the friendship and charm skills to themselves, and then ask this NPC if they can do it.
Yeats thought.
"Now I have to choose the bard profession!"
The Aurora Poetry Festival mentioned by Lena impressed Yeats very much. It was the winter activity in "Phantom Wings".
In this winter event, a wisp of the will of the goddess of art appeared, challenging players through the illusion.
Yeats knew that his talent was not good, but if he could be blessed by the goddess of art, he would definitely be able to embark on the extraordinary path of a 'bard'!
Besides.
Yeats knew the winner of the Aurora Poetry Festival.
Be a copywriter.
Just use that poem to pass the level...
“I didn’t expect that the Aurora Poetry Festival would start so soon.” Yeats thought silently, “I must consider whether this will happen. It will be the only opportunity in my life.”
If I miss this time, I will find a way to open the ring next time. I don’t know if it will be the Year of the Monkey or the Horse!
Yeats concealed his mood just right and said in a calm tone:
"Suppose I am very interested in your trip to the north. Could your Chamber of Commerce consider letting me go with you?"
“You want to go to the North with us?” Lena was full of surprise.
Yeats nodded and said: "If I can go with your caravan, it will save a lot of effort for me. Of course, I will provide you with the corresponding travel expenses."
Lai Na pondered for a long time, unable to figure out what this lord wanted to do.
But there is no need to ask questions about partners. This is Lena's style. She nodded slowly.
"The travel expenses are waived. Since you are on your way, then you can set off with the Starlight Chamber of Commerce. We plan to set off next month, and I will contact you, Lord Lord, in advance. Is that okay?"< br>
Maybe you can meet new ingredients on the way and think of some new recipes.
Yeats complained in his heart and nodded: "No problem."
The night was getting darker.
After the banquet.
Yeats arranged for Lena and her party to stay at the Lord's Mansion. They will return to the Chamber of Commerce's headquarters tomorrow and start selling morning frost cheese and rock salt until they cross the Jueling Mountains next month. , headed to the north to open up markets.
Until Yeats was free, Gray patted him on the shoulder and said strangely:
"You are so good, what are you doing in the north?"
Yeats came up with prepared reasons.
"The cold wave is coming. As a lord, I have the responsibility to investigate this natural disaster. Going to the north is also part of collecting intelligence."
Gray stared at Yeats with suspicion.
"By the way, take a look at the Jueling Mountains to see if there are any monsters that can be used for stew." Yeats added.
Gray's expression is complicated... Now I believe it!
"By the way, as a guard you have to follow me to the north." Yeats said, "I will definitely not treat you badly with food along the way!"
Gray: (_)
I can already imagine that I have to rely on Warcraft to satisfy my hunger on the road.
Although Yeats's culinary professional attainments were very high.
But it’s really hard for me to accept World of Warcraft food!
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At night, the snowy owls become more energetic again.
With Yeats's permission, it flew away from the lord's mansion and came to the forest to hunt game.
The snowy owl stood on the branch, with bright eyes, and suddenly smelled a familiar scent.
Following this breath, the snowy owl flew deep into the forest and found a corgi standing in front of a berry bush.
In the silent forest, human voices suddenly sounded.
"Eh? It turns out to be an owl with magical talent."
The blue-haired goblin slowly emerged from the corgi's back in human form, looked at the snowy owl curiously, and introduced himself:
< br>"Hello Owl, my name is Blueberry, how come you are here?"
"Gu! ヾ(^^)"
The snowy owl raised its wings to indicate that I Smell the magic!
"Magic?" Blueberry thought for a while and suddenly said, "I understand, you want to eat the berries here!" "Oh, Yeats just asked Reggie Leif to come over during the day, and now there's another snowy owl. ——"
Blueberry shook his head in distress and said:
"But, this snowy owl probably just passed by here by chance, so just feed it a little. Something!”
It’s rare to see a creature with magical talents. The blueberries are full of curiosity and enthusiasm, flying around the berry bushes, leaving a trail of crystal dust behind them.
Fairy dust fell on the berry bushes, and the fruits grew rapidly. After a while, they bore numerous fruits, and several of the blueberries emitted a strange magical luster.
“Here you go!” Blueberry held these strange berries, flew to the snowy owl, and said with a smile, “Let’s go after eating. It’s very dangerous here, and the cold wave is coming soon. !”
“Gu?” The snow owl pecked at the magic blueberry and tilted its head strangely.
What does a cold wave look like?
“It’s just blowing from the north, as if an ice dragon opened its big mouth, and then spit out a blizzard of snow from its mouth-whoop!”
Blueberry bared her teeth and claws, playing the role of the terrifying ice dragon in her mouth. She took a deep breath and tried to exhale the frost dragon breath, but only exhaled.
The snowy owl blinked and had an epiphany, as if a light bulb lit up above its head.
“Gu~”
Look, is it like this!
The snowy owl flew into the air, blowing out biting cold air from its mouth.
Blueberry was stunned.
This is actually a second-level spell, Frost Breath!
Obviously it is only a first-level creature, but it can master second-level spells, which shows that the magic power in this monster is quite full!
Wait a minute...
Did it learn the frost breath by mistake after seeing my demonstration just now?
Blueberry's eyes widened and he looked at the confused Snow Owl.
Could it be that he is still a magic genius? !
The next day.
Deep in the forest, Yeats held up the snowy owl, which was so sleepy that it squinted its eyes, in his arms, and came to personally supervise the work of Blueberry.
Blueberry’s work is related to Chenshuang Ridge’s food reserves.
Therefore, you can’t let the blueberry stop, you have to let the little fairy continue to work!
Blueberry, with dark circles under his eyes, came out to greet Yeats and yawned:
“It’s you, I ripened a lot of berries last night, you can take them back later... ..."
"Huh?" Blueberry blinked in surprise, "Is this owl familiar to you?"
"It's my magic pet."
"It came to me last night, and then learned the second-level spell, Frost Breath." Blueberry said truthfully.
Yeats:? ? ?
The structure of Warcraft is different from that of humans. They have unique organs for storing magic power in their bodies.
So, a familiar can indeed comprehend spells on its own, especially if there is enough magic power in the body.
But... the first-level magic beast can independently comprehend the second-level spell.
Is this the effect of magic blueberry jam?
Yeats turned his head in shock and looked at the snowy owl beside him.
“Gu! o(^｀)o”
Don’t ask, asking is talent!
Yeats: "..."
Okay, okay, this can be a boomerang, right?
My snowy owl likes to travel at night, and this forest is full of magic.
You can let him come here at night to learn spells and supervise the blueberries to ripen them.
"Blueberry, the cold wave is coming."
Yeats said seriously: "In order to fight the cold wave, food is crucial. So I hope you can work harder, just like me Like a magic pet, you won’t give up at night!”
Blueberry looked at the sincere face of Yeats, and was actually a little moved. Thinking of her duty to protect the forest, her eyes were filled with enthusiasm:
"Okay, I will continue to work hard!"
Isn't it illegal to exploit goblins?
Please ask Gray later.
Yeats thought...what kind of capitalist? I don't understand.
I'm just a good lord who loves his people like a son!
(End of this chapter)