Chapter 93: The Ambition of the Bard

The Qiao Lianta family also has many industries in Baishi City. The hotel they live in is the industry of the Qiao Lianta family. However, because there are many people in the caravan, Yao Yan and Xiao Niu Tou only live in one room. Both of them are used to it, one is on the bed and the other is on the floor, and they sleep very hard.

All night was fine. The next day, the caravan went to the market to buy goods. Yao Yanze and Maverick refused Harris' kindness to invite them to set off together and left the hotel with the dwarf Verak.

Verak traveled around the world and lived in Baishi City for a while. He could find it in ordinary places. He was used as a guide. Yao Yan and Xiao Niu Tou went straight to the guild association's station in Baishi City.

Along the way, the dwarves did not forget to introduce various buildings on the road to Yao Yan and others. As its name suggests, most of the buildings are built of white stones, which are particularly magnificent under the morning glow. The entire city is well planned, and from the inside out, it presents the shape of four concentric circles. These four ring roads are the first to the fourth ring roads. With the four ring lines as the center, other roads can be regarded as well-connected.

Baishi City is a commercial city, which is very similar to the city of the previous life in its layout. There are no farmers here, only various merchants and workers. There are all kinds of magic cars, steam cars, and livestock cars on the road. Many old people are wandering around the corners of the streets in their previous life. The children are laughing and chasing and running through the streets, looking peaceful, completely different from the wilderness in Liyuan.

In the corner, sometimes there were stalls and vendors shouting to sell things, but no one came to drive them away. When they saw something selling snacks, Yao Yan and Xiao Niu Tou stopped to buy some.

Yao Yan and Xiao Niu Tou are completely like rustic buns who have never seen the world. Everything is fresh. Where can you see so many novel things in Nam Town? In the small square on the street, Yao Yan suddenly stopped.

A stream of ethereal and wonderful music came from the street. The music was like a breeze in the noisy and noisy morning, blowing through the gap between people. Between the fast moving legs, on the rolling wheels, and in the chaotic breathing, although weak, it spread unswervingly and drilled into Yao Yan's ears.

It was a very cheerful song. After listening to it, people couldn't help feeling up. They just stopped and wanted to keep listening.

However, Yao Yan found that it seemed that he was the only one who noticed the moving voice in the melody. The calf's head was twitching his nose, obviously attracted all his attention by the taste of some delicious food. The dwarf was knocking his helmet so loud that it jingled.

Yao Yan looked over the music and found a small circus performing here. The performers were two people, one old and one young. The old man was holding an extraordinarily exquisite harp and playing forever, while the young man was using a baton to direct the two monkeys to somersault and make faces.

The superb piano skills and poor performances have a strange sense of incongruity. This wonderful music should not be buried in the messy morning noise, but should appear in the noblest hall, so that people can listen carefully.

After playing around, two monkeys held two small baskets and asked for rewards, while the young man took out more than a dozen exquisite and small instruments and started selling them.

Seeing that the monkey was planning to ask for money, the passers-by who were watching the monkeys were avoiding each other, and the two monkeys walked towards Yao Yan.

As a druid, the little calf head was very kind to these animals. He squatted down, stretched out his big hand with only three fingers, and gently stroked the heads of the two monkeys. The two monkeys rubbed him intimately. The little calf head touched two gold coins and placed them in the little monkey's claws.

The young man walked directly towards Yao Yan with a musical instrument.

"Yao Yan, let's go." Seeing the young man coming, the dwarf immediately showed a vigilant expression, "Hey, don't come over, we have all given you two gold coins, what else do you want?"

The young man was stunned for a moment before seeing the shining gold coins in the hands of the two monkeys. He smiled shyly, bowed in place, and did not continue to move forward.

"Wait a minute." Yao Yan was extremely surprised. He strode up, squatted down in front of the young man, checking the instruments he placed on the ground, then he turned to look at the old man standing next to him, and said, "Uncle, are these instruments you improved?"

"Ah?" The old man who was playing music was stunned for a moment, looked in the direction of Yao Yan, and said in surprise: "Brother, what did you say?"

"These instruments!" Yao Yan pointed to the instruments piled in a pocket like miscellaneous items. "Are these instruments improved by uncle?"

"Do you say it again?" The old man rubbed his ears, as if he felt that he had auditory hallucinations.

"Improved, uncle!" Yao Yan picked up a harp, "Look, this harp has forty-seven strings, and I have never seen it on other harps."

"Do you know the harp?" The old man rushed up with a quick step and reached out and grabbed Yao Yan's shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Dwarf Verak roared, flashed and blocked the old man's face, and slapped the huge shield in his hand at the old man.

The old man's figure flashed, and easily bypassed Verak's blockade, and excitedly grabbed Yao Yan's arm, "Do you think this is an improvement?"

"Of course it's improved!" Yao Yan nodded, "Uncle, you are so amazing. You can actually arrange forty-seven strings on such a small harp. But I don't know how the sound quality is. Uncle, can you play a song for me?"

As an otaku with a wide range of hobbies, Yao Yan likes to browse various information on the Internet, and has also learned about the information about harps. After coming to this world, the harps he saw were seven-strings or fourteen-strings. It was an ancient harp, just like the ancient Greek harp in his previous life. What impressed Yao Yan the most deeply was Alufe in the Saint Seiyao, the Silver Saint Seiya who volunteered to stay in the underworld. In fact, the prototype of this person was the legendary ancient Greek musician Orpheus. It is said that when he played and sang, even animals would be fascinated by them, even rivers would stop flowing, and even rocks would become soft.

However, Yao Yan felt that even if he was the god of music, he could not use the Qi-stringed harp to play such wonderful music. However, there is no doubt that the harp in front of him could definitely play wonderful music that has never appeared in this world.

Forty-seven strings can play all tones, far beyond what Yao Yan knows, the range that the harp in this world can express.

Looking at Yao Yan's expectant eyes, the old man shook his head with difficulty and smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry, I can't play it... This harp is really too small, it's just a work that I made with a sudden inspiration..."

"Why not make a bigger one?" Yao Yan was puzzled.

"This is a harp made for the minstrel. If it is too big, it will be impossible to carry it to fight." The old man shook his head, "If it is just for playing, I have made a bigger harp, but I don't have a suitable score."

"If you have a string problem... Uncle, you can use double-row strings." Yao Yan said, "If it is a music score... as long as you pass on this harp production method, someone will always write the most beautiful song. Also, here, I see Uncle, you designed a half-touch, but there is only one half-touch, which is too stiff and you can't play the music smoothly. And Uncle, you only have one card slot..."

Seeing Yao Yan and the old man having a great conversation, the little calf head and the dwarf all stared at Yao Yan with wide eyes. They couldn't understand what Yao Yan said now.

The little calf head was used to not understanding the boy's words, but the dwarf was still trying his best to turn his brain, hoping to understand even a single sentence. He blinked his eyes desperately, but the final result was that his eyes became smaller and smaller, and his head was running slower and slower, and finally he was completely stunned. His head was filled with all kinds of inexplicable nouns, which almost made him faint.

"Yao Yan...Is Yao Yan... a minstrel?" The dwarf pulled the calf's tail and asked in surprise: "Has he used a hypnosis curse on me just now? Or dominate humans?"

"It must be!" The young man standing next to him nodded repeatedly, "Master was also caught. I have never seen such a powerful minstrel!"

"Brother, I'm really better than the old man's thoughts for ten years!" The old man grabbed Yao Yan's arm, his face full of excitement, and he refused to let go. "Brother, little brother, if you don't dislike it, go to the humble house to sit. I have two beautiful granddaughters, both of whom play the piano well and play the slutty..."

"Master!" When the young man heard this, he was immediately shocked and said, "Master, wake up, you have been hit by someone else's hypnosis mantra!"

"Silly boy, where can anyone in Baishi City let your master get hypnotic curse!" He slapped the boy and dazed. The old man looked at Yao Yan and was about to stretch out his little hand: "Little brother, you are also a minstrel... Why not play a song and listen to it to the little old man?"

"I'm not a minstrel!" Yao Yan looked innocent, "But when it comes to playing, I'm very good at it. A minstrel I knew before, named Kurool, admired me so much."

"Quick! Hurry!" He handed the fourteen-stringed harp in his hand to Yao Yan, and the old man looked calm and attentive.

"Then I'm playing it!" Yao Yan smiled and then sang his classic famous songs, "Two Tigers" and "Snail and Oriole".

The little ox head can also sing these two songs. When Yao Yan started playing, he immediately pulled a long snorkeling and started singing. Soon after, everyone gathered around and shouted desperately: "Please, please stop singing, I'll give you money, take it, take it all!"

Yao Yan and Xiao Taitou performed for a long time when they were crazy. When the two of them were tired, the gold coins collected by the two monkeys had piled up into small hills.

Most of the pedestrians passing by were killed, but in this case, there were still people shouting:

"Good song, I've never heard such a song! Another one!"

"That bull head sang so well! I fell in love with you!"

"Tsk tsk!" Habitually ignoring the poor pedestrians who foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground, Yao Yan selectively accepted the praise from a few perverted people, and ended with the calf head, and was very complacent.

"How is it?" Yao Yan looked at the old man with a slut on his face. The old man was stunned for a while before he hesitating: "This is very distinctive. I have never heard such a...a unique song..."

"Look, they all like it!" Yao Yan pointed to a pile of gold coins in front of him and said with a smile, "The rewards are almost piled up."

"Little brother, you have the talent to become a minstrel." The old man grabbed the young man's hand and looked solemn, "Don't give up! If you become a minstrel, your combat power will definitely be far beyond the legendary magic sound messenger and become the new minstrel king!"

"Thank you, I will not give up! My dream is to become a minstrel!" Yao Yan said.

If Xiu Te was here, he would definitely vomit three liters of blood and die, and Yao Yan's dream became too fast.

However, the old man was not happy either. After hearing Yao Yan's ideal, he vomited blood.

The old man burst into tears. He never thought that a young man who is so proficient in music theory and has so many wonderful ideas about the production and improvement of harp would... be a sound-loving fool.

He could only grab Yao Yan's arm and said, "I believe you, I believe you will definitely become the pioneer of the combat minstrels, and create a precedent for directly killing people with music... Little brother, the green mountains remain unchanged, and the green water flows forever. You can hold this harp as a souvenir, and we will have a date in the future."

Holding the forty-seven-string harp that cannot be used for playing, Yao Yan watched the old man, the young man and the two monkeys hurriedly left, waved his hand and shouted, "Thank you, I will definitely work hard!"

There were only two monkeys who waved goodbye to him sincerely, and the other two were afraid that they would not run fast and had already left.

"Yao Yan..." Verak grabbed Yao Yan's arm with his eyes shining, "You are indeed a minstrel. Oh my God, I must have released the spell that dominates humanity by you, otherwise why do I admire you so much? Moradin is here. What did I hear just now? That's music that only God can play. It's so good to his grandmother. We dwarves like this kind of music the most! Can those two songs be taught to me? I must learn these two songs and then go back and sing them to my seven children! Let them not be like me, and they can't even sing the toast song well!"

"Of course!" Yao Yan smiled, "Next time we perform, Kane, you and Nai... well, we can form a male trio!"

If this day really exists, it will definitely be the greatest fear of the entire minstrel world and a great shame in the history of music. But there is no doubt that both the calves, Yao Yan, and the dwarf warriors are full of expectations for this day.

No matter who it is, there is always the power to look forward to the future.

So these three people walked firmly towards the sun with longing expressions. The brilliant sunshine shone on them, pulling their figures very long...
Chapter completed!