Night Crow Sovereign

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In the Corola castle.

“Lord.” Steward handed some materials to Fasit Earl respectfully.

“En.”

After seeing Fasit nodded, Steward bowed, turned and left the room.

When he left the study with his hind legs, the door closed automatically.

A ball of silver liquid came out of the wall and gathered in front of Fasit into a human form.

“Master.” The mercury servant in the maid’s posture bowed her head respectfully, “Young Lady is back, she went to the laboratory.”

“I see.” Fasit put down the information in his hand and stood up.

Seeing his movements, the Mercury Servant stepped back slightly, and the study’s door opened automatically. When Fasit left, the door closed and the Mercury Servant’s silhouette merged into the wall.

At this moment, Elti had just walked into the laboratory, his beautiful eyes blinked: “Aisha, give me a melancholy flower.”

Soon after her voice sounded, a ball of silver liquid came out of the wall and gathered in a human form in front of Elti: “Sorry, Young Lady Elti, there are no more flowers of melancholy.”

“Nothing?” There was a trace of doubt on Elti’s pretty face, “Is it used up? Why didn’t you pick it?”

At this time, a gentle and kind voice sounded: “The Forest of Melancholy is currently in a period of volatility.”

Elti turned his head, her father, Earl Fasit walked in.

“Father.” She bent her knees slightly and lifted the corners of her skirt.

“En.” Fasit clicked nodded, and walked to a cabinet not far from her. “Are you going to refine spiritual energy water?”

Elti blinked. “Yes.”

“Use this.” The cabinet opened on its own, and a phantom palm twisted the crystal bottle in a pile of material bottles and placed it in her hand.

Apprentice spell-the hand of spiritual energy.

“This is?” Looking at the crystal bottle in his hand, Elti was a little confused, “The flower of the resentful spirit?”

In the crystal bottle, there are a few petals. On the white petals, the folds of a human face made her complete the identification.

“A substitute for the flower of melancholy.” Fasit said, “No, it should be said that before the flower of melancholy appeared, the main material of the water of spiritual energy was the flower of the wraith spirit. I discovered the flower of melancholy and I improved the material. “

“So that’s the case.” Elti suddenly nodded, “So, what’s the difference between the two?”

The water of spiritual energy is a kind of potion used to assist the engraving of inscriptions.

“The spiritual energy water produced by the flower of the wraith is more effective, but… after using such spiritual energy water, the spirit will become unstable for about 6 days.” Fasit explained, “Use The melancholic flower does not have such repercussions as the material, but the auxiliary effect will be lower. Compared with the resentful spirit flower, the melancholic flower is more suitable for the material of spiritual energy water.”

“Indeed.” Elti clicked nodded. When assisting memorization of the inscription, the stability of spiritual energy is also a key point. Otherwise, if the inscription fails to engrave, the spirit will fluctuate sharply, and even cause fainting. Although the effect of the flower of resentment is good, it is not stable enough. It should be said that it is a double-edged sword, while the flower of melancholy is stable.

“That’s right.” Elti lifts the head, looking at her father, “Why are there no flowers of melancholy?”

Fasit turned around and walked toward the door of the laboratory: “Recently, it is the fluctuating period of the Forest of Melancholy. The monsters will become manic, and it is very difficult to collect the Flower of Melancholy.”

“Fluctuating period?” The girl suddenly, the official wizard lives in an area for a long time. The spiritual energy radiation will gradually transform this area into an area suitable for the wizard to live, and various special medicinal herbs will be produced in it.

However, if the wizard leaves the place of residence, there will be no more spiritual energy in the original irradiated area. Continuous transformation. The “characteristic” after transformation is difficult to maintain, and fluctuations will occur. Such fluctuations will cause wild beasts. And the riot of monsters.

Wizards who are sensitive to spiritual energy and spirit strength can also feel it, while wild beasts and monsters are sensitive to the senses and can easily feel such fluctuations and cause riots.

“In the last month, never get close to the Forest of Melancholy.” At the last moment after stepping out of the laboratory, Fasit’s serious warning sounded, “In the deepest part of the Forest of Melancholy, there is an official level monster.”

“Okay.” Hearing the words “official rank”, Elti was a shivered, completely dispelling the plan to collect Melancholia.

……

With a bang, the wooden door of Grace’s Tavern was pushed open again. The wooden door seemed to be unstable and did not push the door very strongly, but it walked nearly 180 degrees and hit the wall with a banging sound.

The drunkards who were drinking in the warm atmosphere smiled and stuffed meat and wine into their mouths. A group of rough men bumped into each other’s wine glasses and just glanced at the guests who walked in.

A youngster is not particularly handsome, but it is better than most people in this tavern. It is comparable to the village chief here and the Knight Lord.

Although blue-blooded people are very handsome, not all handsome and beautiful people are blue-blooded people. Most people will not link these two points together, and this group of drunks are also.

The calm and mature temperament of this youngster is more noticeable than handsome or not.

The youngster, leaning on a wooden stick, came to the bar with similar steps, as if walking in the rhythm of poetry.

Standing in the bar of the tavern was a woman, a middle-aged woman. Although there were some wrinkles on her face, the upright five officials made it possible to vaguely know the beauty of her youth.

The woman glanced at the somewhat torn harp slung around his waist, and then looked at the crow in his arms.

travelling poet?

These characteristics make women immediately think of those guys.

At this time, the group of drunken alcoholics started to make noise: “Hey! Grace! Another glass of malt wine!”

“Grace! Are you looking for this pretty boy?”

“Hey! Grace! Look clearly! You can be his mother at your age!”

The hiccuping alcoholic walked to the bar, blew Grace’s whistle, drooling.

Yate couldn’t help but leaned sideways, avoiding the splashing saliva mixed with wine, then he looked towards the woman named “Grace” who should be the boss of the tavern: “Madam, please give me some food.”

Hearing the name “Madam”, Grace couldn’t help but curl up slightly, talking to the talking youngster, which is much better than those alcoholics who only know boasting: “A grilled meat? Does it need wine? Maybe a glass of rye ale. It’s a good choice.”

“Okay.” Yate smiled politely, and then took out the Silver Coin, just like those pretendingly elegant bards.

After recovering the change, Grace pointed to a table near the corner: “There is also a bard in the corner, maybe you know?”

The drunkard next to him snorted, “I want money together? hahaha ——”

Grace raised her brows: “Birut, please check out the bill for me today, or I will tell you this to Captain.”

“Oh!” Birut was still drunk. Hearing the word “Captain”, he shivered and laughed flatteringly, “Well, Grace, we can discuss it…”

Yate not at all paid attention to the two people who continued to talk. He pretended to put the recovered Copper Coin in his pocket and stuffed it into the item column, and walked to the corner where Grace pointed.

As he walked towards the man, he also heard the unabashed comments from the drinkers next to him:

“Yinyou poet? Is it the same as that or Baruto?”

“It looks like it should be.”

“No, I feel he is more like a noble Young Master!”

“How is it possible!? Those noble Young Masters are all powerful spellcasters, how can they be bards? Even if they are a trash, they will become followers of other noble Lords.”

“Who knows? This youngster might be?”

“Oh, if he is a nobleman, then I would use my long sword to chop the door of the tavern!” A thin middle age person waved his shabby long sword with a sheath.

“Okay, you just dare to talk, even Birut is better than you.”

“Hey! Do you want to come to Bibi?”

“Oh, by the way, that idiot Birut, seems to have made Grace again! ha ha ha ha!”

“As long as he gets drunk, he will be like that, and he can see it every few days.”

“Hey! Brother! Do you know why Grace is so good to Birut? Birut already owes a lot of debts, but Grace said he wanted him to pay back the debts, but he didn’t really urge him!”

“Isn’t it because Birut has no money?”

“No! You come here, I tell you, it’s actually because…”

Regarding the discussion of the group of alcoholics about himself, he did not take it seriously and treated him calmly. He was more interested in other alcoholic discussions about surrounding events. When Yate walked to the corner, he could not hear those The conversation with the drinker was over, and he also focused his attention on the person in front of him.

A middle age person with a sparse beard on his chin, two 2-shaped beards spread over his lips, curling up.

At this time, the “bard” is seriously dealing with his dinner——

A loaf of black bread.

It’s the kind of long crusty bread that Yate brought out from Sindira Town and can be used as a stick.

When Yate walked in front of him, the middle age person raised his head and looked towards Yate, showing his meaning with questioning eyes.

“Me too.” Yate sat across from him.

The unclear words caused the middle age person to take a look at him. After passing by the old small harp hanging from his waist, he showed a daze.

Although it was a small harp, it was also the size of a chair. Except for a bard, no idiot would walk around with such a thing.

Moreover, that harp…

“My name is Baruto and I come from a northern port.” The middle age person corrected his positive expression and tried hard to make himself look more present. Unfortunately, the breadcrumbs on the corner of his mouth ruined everything.