Night Crow Sovereign

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“We have reached this point, and the scripts of the past are vivid.”

“The empire rises, flourishes, and sinks.”

“People pass away from generation to generation, regardless of strength.”

“The flames of disaster have destroyed one town after another, and the new births have alternated. It is hard to count.”

“However, the huge rolling forward wheel will never stop.”

Yate met a real bard, not a fake poet like him.

They are not very well dressed, they are similar to civilians.

The bard sitting under the tree and playing the harp didn’t seem to be doing very well.

The blood flowing from the abdomen, wrapped in torn clothing, proved that he had encountered a robber in the wild.

When I saw Yate, the bard, complexion palely laughed, didn’t seem to care about his impending death.

No, it’s not that I don’t care, but that I have compromised.

In those dim eyes, there was calmness.

Yate sat quietly in front of him, listening to the bard’s last performance.

He didn’t have any treatment items on his body, and there was no way to save him.

And seeing Yate sitting quietly, the bard also understood something, and his face became ruddy again.

After adjusting his sitting posture, he continued to play and sing:

“The towers of the empire are about to fall, and the dying heroes are remembering their hometown.”

“Is the blackbird still singing the same song?”

“Does mistletoe grow on… the crown of an oak tree?”

The bard coughed up blood, but he still did not give up playing and singing.

“Their legends will all be forgotten, and those once loud words will also be buried in the sand of red.”

His voice was hoarse with the blood in his throat, and the heart that had lost a lot of blood could no longer agitate strongly.

“May the hero rest in peace.”

With a bright smile on his face, he handed the harp in his hand to Yate.

When Yate took the harp, the bard lost his voice.

Hands down.

“…” Yate was silent.

He knew that the death in front of him was not just a performance of data as seen in usual games.

No matter how real the game is, it is still fake.

And the reality is tangible.

Yate’s gaze swept over the somewhat worn harp in his hand:

[Broken Kayasit Harp lv13: This is a broken harp with the wanderer Kayasit’s grief. It is not a transcendent item, but it has magical powers. 】

“Although I am not a real bard, I will continue to use it.” Yate sighed.

He was able to steal money from an unfamiliar businessman without paying attention, but he was so mad at the death of an unfamiliar bard. Why?

Yate didn’t want to understand, and didn’t want to think again.

He walked behind the tree where the bard was leaning, his palm touched the ground, and along with the extra soil in the item column, pieces of soil disappeared from the ground, and after a while, a deep pothole appeared.

After dragging the corpse of the bard into the pit, the number of the 3 clods in the item column also slowly dropped to 0, and the pit was filled again.

“May you rest in peace.”

Yate found a branch and carved a word on it with a knife.

May my friend Kayasit rest in peace.

Then he turned and left.

……

“Some people are born noble.”

“Some people are good at praise.”

“But I am always at the end of this bloodline.”

“There is no well-crafted face.”

“There is no strong spirit and perception.”

“However, trickery is the rule of this game”

With a harp in his hand and a black crow standing on his shoulders, Yate sang as he walked.

This is a song from a collection of poems I have read before.

Yate, who doesn’t like learning very much, likes to read such collections of poems after the aristocratic education.

Often, after being found out by the father, he would be reprimanded, but the young Yate never tired of it.

This is what Yate found out from the fragmented memory, one of the few that can be called a complete memory.

“Cunning, insignificant, but it spreads in this world.”

It is not a bright theme. If it is correct, this is a story of a nobleman cautiously, forbearing and fighting.

“Romantic cruel deception, because of hatred becomes clear.”

“The neglected cub bites this world of cruelty and lies.”

“The black crow against the cold mist is whispering crazy songs.”

Yate had a sudden pause, and when he sang here according to his memory, suddenly he felt something was wrong.

Crow?No, the image of the crow appears in many poems, and it is not a rare image.

He glanced at the black crow Corola on his shoulder suspiciously, and the other party tilted his head, also revealing doubts.

Shaking his head, he continued singing.

This continuous journey is too boring, and this poem is also to pass the time.

It’s like listening to music with headphones while jogging or walking.

“The black crow whispered the crazy song.”

“This continent is a blossoming orchard with ripe, juicy and juicy fruits.”

“The crow shuttles in the moonlight, and the storm roars with the snow and ice.”

“He knew the news was coming.”

“The kingdom will disappear, even the devil will usher in destruction.”

“Good and peaceful return to the garden.

“He knew the news was coming.”

“The king of the night is about to rise.”

At this time, before his eyes, the system prompt suddenly lit up:

【Meditation Method on】

[Inauguration 2nd Occupation: Night Wizard]

[The secret hidden in the poetry has already been opened. Even the lowest Meditation Method can only be inherited by the blue-blooded person, and only the blue-blooded person is eligible to receive the honor of a wizard. 】

[Obtain basic occupation skills]

[Passive·Dark Polar Region lv1: In the daytime, the cast formidable power decreases by 50%, and at night, the cast formidable power increases by 20%. 】

[Get Skills]

【Meditation Method · Dark Knight Chant lv1: Spirit strength recovery speed increased by 15%, 30% during deep meditation. ——”Some people are born noble, some are good at praise. But I am always the end of this bloodline……”]

Looking carefully, Yate finally understood.

This poem is a Meditation Method belonging to a wizard, and, although the level is not very high, it is indeed a Meditation Method of a wizard.

He tried to turn on the Meditation Method.

In an instant, the whole person seemed to be plunged into a deep night, and at the same time, I don’t know whose voice sounded.

“The jingle of coins swinging around the lion’s waist interrupted the night’s sleep.”

“The elves of the night played the flute of death.”

“Deep into the quagmire every day, using shameless wisdom to cut off their stupidity.”

“Use their brains to glue and shape the puppet…”

“I am an incompetent blue-blooded person, a person without honor, and I only recognize myself as the king.

The moment the singing ended, the night covering his spirit also disappeared.

Yate found that his spirit became extremely full.

“This is the wizard? The real spellcaster?” It is completely different from the game. No matter how strong the game is, he has never experienced this wonderful feeling. This is the transcendent world touched by the real senses.

Looking at the 2 professions on the system interface and the full list of skills under the 2 profession columns, Yate’s face showed a smile.

And at this time, a carriage slowly stopped behind him.

Yate couldn’t help turning his head.

This carriage, only from the exquisite decoration and strong horses, can tell that it is the car of a certain nobleman.

Then, the carriage curtains were opened, revealing a delicate and charming girl’s face:

“apprentice?”

Hearing these words, Yate immediately realized the identity of the other party.

And this “apprentice” refers to-wizard apprentice.

Before the official wizard, there was an apprentice level.

The apprenticeship levels range from the lowest elementary apprentice, to the middle apprentice, and then to the advanced apprentice, with a total of 3 levels.

Looking at the girl, the crow on the shoulder sent a warning signal.

Then, the “carman” sitting in the front of the large carriage, a woman in hard leather armor, walked down and bowed to Yate in front of him:

“Dear spellcaster, our Young Lady Elti sincerely invites you.”

“Elti?” A last name flashed in Yate’s mind.

He asked with some confusion: “Elti · Salem · Corola?”

“Exactly.” The woman clicked nodded.

Yate turned his head and looked towards the girl in the carriage window, and the girl smiled with aristocratic restraint.

Elti Salem Corola, the lord of Corola County, one of the daughters of Corola Earl.

And that Corola Earl, according to the aristocratic system of the Alan Kingdom…

Official wizard.

“…” Yate was silent for a moment. If he were a wizard apprentice, he would make contact without the slightest hesitation, but is it a good thing to contact a formal wizard at this time?

Although the other party does not seem to be malicious, if he refuses, it is difficult to guarantee that something will happen.

Although there is only one person, from the vigilance of Corola, the woman is also a professional, and the girl sitting in the carriage is also a wizard of ranks.

He recalled that when he met the two professionals in the tavern, Corola was not so alert at all.

it means–

These two people are better than the professionals encountered in the tavern.

Also, as the daughter of Earl, she would act indifferently outside with only one guard. It is impossible to have no strength.

Be cautious.

There are many viscounts of Crowley, and the memory of that cheap father’s teaching comes to mind-as a noble blue-blooded noble, there are few conflicts between wizards.

These thoughts, turning back in the mind, are only a momentary matter.

Then, in accordance with the etiquette of the nobility, he politely and gracefully bowed to the girl: “Yate · Angus · Crowley, I am honored to accept your invitation.”

The girl’s reserved place was nodded.

Then, under the guidance of the woman as the guard and driver, Yate entered this large carriage.