The pale old man smiled and got closer to everyone, and the music in his hands stopped.

"The profession of bards often travels all over the world.

Perhaps, we may have seen it somewhere.

Unfortunately, I am old and useless. I can’t remember everyone I meet like when I was young.

But in the dark, I feel like we have seen it somewhere.

I often tell people some stories, whether to listen to me tell a story, and maybe I will remember something after hearing it."

At first, the weirdly dressed woman didn't care whether they had met anywhere, but the old man's next words touched her.

"If you are willing to listen to my story, give me some gifts and have a hot meal, I will tell you a special information about this hero so that the tragedy just now will not repeat itself."

In this world, bards are professions that specialize in singing blessings and blessings. They will spread the stories of heroes, or compile what they see and hear along the way into stories and chant words.

Because they are very beautiful when using their skills, they often linger with the words that pluck people's hearts and the refreshing songs, and often large families or nobles invite them to perform.

That is also their main source of life.

But the world of minstrels is quite cruel. This is a profession that eats youth. Those who are favored will always be cream pupils or beauties that everyone loves.

Just imagine, on a festive day, if it is not a handsome guy or a beautiful woman dancing to cheer up, but a sloppy old man and an old lady, who are chanting with their voices, seemingly good at reading, but in fact they are passionately singing blessings, it is really a destruction of the atmosphere.

Of course, if the old man and the old lady can do all kinds of fun, pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, and become the focus of everyone amidst the ridicule, that would be another matter.

The woman in weird clothes recalls another minstrel whom she met a year ago.

The minstrel had a graceful figure and gorgeous dress, and most people's impression of the minstrel was probably still in her image.

If the minstrel had not saved enough money when he was young, he would probably live a down-and-out life like the old man in front of him, wandering in remote mountain villages on various borders just to get a meal.

The woman in weird clothes was not interested in the story, but just wanted to help the old man.

"Since you said that, I'll listen, I hope I don't spend too much time on me."

The old man smiled, "It's such a great honor. The story is not very long. Before the story begins, can you take the liberty to ask, is this lady's name?"

"My name is Pingru, Kejie, Wu Les, and he is the deputy captain of the S-level adventure team [Baotian Stone]."

"What a good name, remember." The old man gently plucked the strings, "Then I will tell you a heroic story that is silently moving in the dark..."

Playing a wonderful music, the old man began to tell a story about a man abandoned by the goddess, and also about the daughter of disaster a thousand years ago.

Pingru, Kejie, Wulais became more and more familiar with him. Finally, he realized that the minstrel she met last time had told a similar story.

About half an hour later, the old man's story came to an end.

What is frustrating is that the ending of the story told by the old man is exactly the same as the ending of the story Pingru heard last time.

——The hero who was moving forward in the darkness accepted the darkness and overthrew a tyrant who randomly decided the fate of others, but the hero was finally swallowed by the darkness.

The story ends here and comes to an abrupt end.

The old man stopped by plucking the strings of the piano, "I'm glad that you can hear the story I've told."

Ping Ru took out two large gold coins and handed them to the old man, "It's a good story, but the ending is a little lonely."

The old man smiled and said, "I often think so too. This story should have a better ending..."

"In the end, there was a man who saved the hero, how about it?"

The old man refused, "What a charming suggestion, this can really make the story more pleasing, but that...

It's a little different from what this story wants to tell.

If I were asked to write this story, heroes would not exist at the beginning, or everyone would be heroes.

Those who are oppressed by tyrants will be able to overthrow the tyrant's rule as long as they respond with one call, and they will not let the heroes in the story die alone."

Pingru said, "But only if you dare to die like that can you be called a hero, right?"

"It's true that this is true, but unfortunately you still don't understand the core of this story, but that's fine..." The old man sighed and raised his dry hand and pointed to the southeast of the village. "As far as I said before, I will now report to you the special promise.

In the southeast of the village, there is another orc army crossing the border between the two countries.”

Pingru frowned slightly, "Another orc army came?"

Just as Ping Ru wanted to ask the old man how he knew the information, the old man turned around early, hummed a strange song, and slowly left the village.

Pingru didn't catch up. If the old man wanted to say it, he would have said it long ago, instead of turning around and leaving.

After hesitating for a moment, Pingru kicked her feet on the ground and flew high from the ground to the sky. She wanted to confirm it herself.

Leaving the village, the old man plucked the strings, sat next to a big tree, and slowly closed his eyes.

His consciousness is connected with countless other consciousnesses, transmitting what has just happened to other "selfs" through consciousness.

The lines on the harp shine, and the things recorded on it also fall on a new harp in line with the direction of the old man's consciousness.

Not far from this village, a graceful woman in gorgeous clothes slowly opened her eyes. What caught her eye was a pair of silver-white armor with beautiful jasmine patterns. She was carrying a wide giant sword on her shoulders, which was extremely dazzling in the sun.

A very magnetic female voice came from the armor, "How about it?"

The woman who is also a minstrel smiled beautifully, "Miss Jasmine, it's very smooth. Once we take action, there is nothing we can't do.

That guy's characteristic magic was also recorded in full."

"Feature magic, feature magic, ha-ha-feature magic! Give it to me, hurry up and give it to me... hurry up and..."

After the chaste Jasmine, there was a man with his upper body naked, half squatting on the ground, panting heavily, her hair was disheveled, her face was haggard, and she couldn't tell the man and woman. The mud-yellow body had a part like a yellow semi-solid, which could shake like a slime.

"Don't worry, I'll give it to you now."

When plucking the strings, countless moving notes began to create an illusory figure, which was the appearance of Pingru, Kejie, Wu Les.

The mud-yellow man was like a puppy, unable to wait to stretch out his hands to touch the illusory figure. After a while, he overlapped with the illusory figure.
Chapter completed!