Half-elf Ranger

Thorne walked along the tree-shaded path, but saw the ancient trees standing beside the road, the old dry and qiu branches intertwined, and the fine sunset passed through the dense branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground.

The autumn air is in the air,

The wind stole our language,

Such a thing is justified,

So don't let diamond tears well up in your eyes.

...

At this time, a low-pitched music with vibrato drifted from the forest.

Thorne paused again, looking in the direction of the music.

"Yo! Isn't this the half-elf ranger Thorne from Fallstown? So you're not dead!" The bard exclaimed deliberately when he saw Thorne.

The squeak caught the attention of the two pastor girls passing by, so he waved happily at them with a comical smile, and the two girls giggled and left.

"Gilt, I didn't expect to see you here. I have to say that your life is really hard. Where did you go after leaving the town of Falls?" Seeing the bard in front of him, Thorne calmed down. There was a flash of fluctuations in his expression, and he asked casually.

The half-elf bard in front of him used to be a player in the upper town of Waterfall Town, but before the Hobgoblin attacked Waterfall Town, he left the town alone on the grounds of composing songs to find inspiration and disappeared without a trace.

Does the sudden appearance of the other party mean that he has also become the priest of Merikai Temple, or is there another reason? Thorne glanced at the direction in which Sting was sitting cross-legged, and secretly guessed in his heart.

"How, is that song I just heard good?" The bard Geert didn't answer Thorne's question directly, but instead asked in front of him, fiddling with the strings.

"I can't hear it." Thorne replied without hesitation.

"You really are still a shallow turtle, you haven't changed at all, I shouldn't ask you this question." The half-elf bard walked around Thorne with a harp, and told Thorne about his experience with a smile. :

"Leaving the town of Falls, I came to the town of Twin Towers. At that time, in order to save enough money to travel to the city of Sept, I dug mines, repaired holes in the roof, sold in taverns, and even worked as a shoemaker and a painter. It is a pity that this meager income can only make ends meet, and cannot support a long trip at all.

It was not until I drew a tapestry for the baron in Twin Towers when he was newly married. The baron was very satisfied with it and gave me 200 shiny gold coins with a wave of his hand, which fulfilled my dream of going to a big city. "

"What tapestry is so valuable?" Thorne asked curiously after listening to the other party's story.

Although He didn't have much contact with the bard player in front of him, but the other party's painting skills had been shown off in front of him, and in his opinion, it was not that great.

The bard Gilt gave Thorne a look, with a mysterious smile, and leaned over to him and whispered, "It's a tapestry depicting all the positions of the Baron of Twin Towers and his new wife."

"..." Thorne's head was covered with black lines, and he looked at the bard with a narrow smile on his face.

"I still have a backup here. Do you want to enjoy it? The wife of the Baron of Twin Towers is a female player. Maybe it's your dream lover."

The minstrel Gilt first glanced at the surrounding environment vigilantly, and after seeing that there were no other people or small animals, he patted the dimensional bag on his waist, touched Thorne with his elbow, and whispered to him.

"..." Thorne ignored the other party. He really didn't want to have too much entanglement with this wretched bard, so he planned to turn around and leave.

"Hey, what are you doing in such a hurry, Sting is so boring, and it's hard to find someone who can share happiness, you just let me describe to you what I've seen and heard, just give yourself a little more insight. Is it?" Gilt trotted to stop in front of Thorne, and said with a smile:

"You know what? I went to Spoort City, a bustling port city with brick-built houses, stone-paved roads, a seaport leading to the North Wasteland, a branch of the Adventurer's Guild, and the Wizarding League. Ministry, thirty-eight taverns and twelve special-service hotels, a gallows with a trapdoor, a castle and watchtower of astonishing scale...and a shrine that I can't even count and recognize, There's Ilmater, Tyr, Ogma..."

"Are you finished?" Thorne looked at him impatiently after listening.

Although he has never been to Sept City, he has also lived in the bustling Winter City for nearly half a year, so he has no interest in his description at all.

"Of course it's not finished." Gilt shook his head, and continued to tell Thorne in awe, "The most wonderful thing I haven't said yet, that is a woman, a decent woman, combing her hair and wearing perfume, Put on a light makeup... Wearing satin, velvet, silk, panniers and ribbons, ah! It's really a different scenery, I really like this world so much, I must go to the city of elves to travel a little when I have the chance... "

"In your eyes, is there nothing but women?" Thorne interrupted the other party's words, and complained a little helplessly.

Originally, seeing the half-elf Sting make an oath of silence, intending to spend the rest of his life in the temple, made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he didn't expect to meet another guy who lived a heartless life. It was a polar contrast.

However, the optimistic attitude of the other party is really suitable for survival in this world.

"I don't think you look like a believer of Melika, what are you doing in the temple?" Thorne looked at the other side carefully and said.

"Hey, this is not the time to meet Sting, I want to persuade him, let him understand that we can roam the world without our home, we can spend money to ask the temple priest to perform magical techniques without our arms, and we can find another animal companion without it. If love is gone, there will be new opportunities, so you can't go on like this." The bard Geert put away his unruly expression and sighed helplessly.

"Everyone has their own choice. Follow your own heart. The cold wave will come soon, and the earth will be white. You should find a safe place to live for the winter as soon as possible." Thorne was silent for a moment, kindly reminded In a word, he ignored the other party and turned to leave.

"The cold wave is coming, and the earth is white." The bard Geert whispered to himself, his eyes lit up, and suddenly shouted: "I found inspiration again."

After speaking, he sat directly on the ground and began to fiddle with the silver wire on the harp:

Our home is covered with snow,

Frost covered rivers and lakes,

Such a thing is justified,

So don't let longing and sadness cloud your face.

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