Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Vika was really hungry and looked almost embarrassed when eating, while Valery sitting next to him was taking his time, which formed a sharp contrast.

The main reason is that for Esther, eating is no longer a necessary supplement, it is just an additional activity to prevent the body from starving to death. She was more observing the situation in the tavern at the moment, secretly eavesdropping on the conversations of the drinkers, or inadvertently stealing their thoughts.

They mostly talked about trivial matters in life, mixed with sneers at each other or curses from others.

The location here is not in the center of the city and far from the port. Most of the drinkers are processing factory workers or local fishermen. Pirates with ample funds will choose better bars instead of remote places where the bottom of the cup is stained with grease. .

However, several people had the same girl in their heads, which made Esther glance at the cleared space in confusion. They all seemed to be waiting for her to perform.

Why does that lady's figure look familiar...

Esther recalled the people she knew, but she couldn't remember where she had seen them.

But her doubts did not last long, as the door of the tavern was pushed open again.

Esther's previous strange thing was answered. No wonder the group of people were unhappy when they saw the two of them coming in, and even showed inexplicable hostility. It turned out that they were the singer girl they wanted to see.

The girl who walked in was wearing a hood and a cloak. Her beautiful figure was looming, but the falling shadow blocked her face. Her curly, smooth brown hair spread across her chest. Her height was only slightly shorter than 1.8 meters, which was about the same height as Valery, who Esther was currently parasitizing.

When she pushed the door and came in, her cloak was lifted up, naturally revealing another lyre on her waist. Seeing the lady dressed like this, the patrons in the tavern suddenly became lively, and many people shouted the name "Chantal" , whistled to greet her.

Esther noticed that the girl's steps were very long, and she had a refreshing feeling inside, which made her subconsciously raise her eyebrows.

The girl gave a middle finger to some drunkards, which caused them to clap even harder and laugh.

Vika next to her couldn't help but be attracted by her attention: "She looks very popular..."

Valery shook his empty glass at the bartender and motioned for him to refill the wine for the two of them and add an extra fish jelly dish: "I said, are the girls from Nas as tall as Fusac?"

When the bartender came over with the things, he enthusiastically shared about this topic, as if he was a matchmaker introducing the girl. The more Esther listened, the more uncomfortable she became. She quickly told the bartender to shut up and greet other customers and stop wandering around in front of her eyes.

Vika understood why Valery said this. He remembered that the elf lady who "possessed" Valery was not very tall... was she just jealous?

Valery glared at Vika fiercely: "I advise you not to think about those things that are there or not."

After being caught with his inner thoughts, Vika lowered his head and continued eating, but when the sound of the lyre sounded, he, like the other guests in the tavern, turned his attention to the brown-haired girl.

Esther is no exception.

The brown-haired girl was sitting on a high stool and had lowered her hood, revealing her sharp-edged face, which looked quite sassy. Her appearance does not look like a native of Nath or Fusac, but more like the facial features of Intis in the northern continent, including darker hair and eyes.

She wore a leather jacket that was high enough to cover her neck. Her dark brown eyes were half-closed as she focused on playing with the strings in her hand. Her fingers were slender but very rough, especially at the tiger's mouth.

When she spoke, the neutral singing voice immediately made Esther frown.

Esther moved her neck to hide her uneasiness, and looked at the singer on the other side of the tavern intently.

It's not because the brown-haired girl used her voice to sing high-pitched songs. She actually didn't sing badly. This folk-style song was even quite nice.

But there is a very strange feeling in her singing that makes people want to listen and praise her unconsciously.

Esther couldn't help but guess that even if this girl sang something that was not popular, it would still attract people's favor and she would not have any blasphemous thoughts at all.

No wonder these drinkers like her so much. This girl is just a wild extraordinary person. She is practicing her abilities here... No, maybe it's just for acting?

Esther tapped her fingers on the table to the rhythm of the lyre.

Perhaps it was because Valery shook his head as he sang, and his bald head stood out comically. When the brown-haired girl raised her eyes and scanned the pub, her eyes stayed at the bar for two more seconds.

After the song ended, everyone in the tavern applauded sparsely, but no one was whistling now. Everyone was not very interested. The song itself had a purifying and comforting effect.

This is different from Esther's singing. Her "comfortability" is more about attracting others and creating a certain degree of resonance, as if it is a special means of attracting prey through mimicry.

The bartender threw an empty plate at the feet of the brown-haired girl, and only a few people put a few copper coins in it.

Vika glanced at Valery, swallowed the sausage in his mouth, and saw that he was very concerned about the brown-haired girl, and immediately asked: "Should we leave later? It's good to hear."

"I don't care." Esther still couldn't remember where she had seen this brown-haired girl. She had no impression of this lady's appearance. Maybe she had been disguised?

If you think about it this way...

The brown-haired girl didn't seem to enjoy the process of singing. Her expression was more cold and distant, and she didn't respond to the applause from the audience.

The brown-haired girl didn't play for too long. After singing six more songs, she picked up the tip plate on the floor and walked to the bar, where she happened to sit in the empty seat next to Valery.

Esther instead lowered her gaze and focused on the fish jelly in front of her. Maybe it was not just right, this lady sat here on purpose.

"Hey, Chantal, you didn't make much today." The bartender came over with a smile, leaning against the bar and watching the money count.

The brown-haired lady who was called "Chantal" took out half of the copper coins and pushed it to the bartender who was standing next to her. Even when she was not singing, Ms. Chantal still held her throat and spoke softly: "Old rules, Venue fees."

"You probably give him five more."

Hearing the person next to her say this, Chantal immediately turned her head, and then realized that she was too nervous, and then she showed a very forced smile: "Why should I give more -"

A silver coin flew over in the air.

Chantal quickly caught the coin and rubbed it twice with her fingers. This action caught Esther's eyes.

Valery raised his glass to Chantal: "Good singing."

The generous drinker looked very strange and looked like a mixed-race Fusac. The friends next to him who had spoken to each other looked like half-Islanders, were they pirates? adventurer? Traveler? Not like an ordinary traveler.

Chantal was also looking at the bald man opposite. The indifference on this man's face was like a thick mask, which made Chantal subconsciously feel a sense of dissonance due to his "spiritual intuition" enhanced by magical items.

Especially the red cloak on this man is very dangerous!

Before the other party spoke, Chantal's fear was not so strong.

On the surface, Chantal forced another smile: "Thank you for your generosity."

The bartender was very good at reading people's eyes and handed Chantal a glass of water: "You don't need to give it to me. Since this gentleman gave it to you, I won't compete with you."

Chantal rolled her eyes at him and said "poof" in her heart. If this stingy man was so generous today, he might not have gotten more benefits long ago.

Valery glanced at the cup doubtfully: "You don't drink?"

Chantal nodded: "I don't like drinking."

The man opposite who was holding a large glass of Nipos actually laughed: "It's good, it's a good habit."

wack. Chantal made this comment in her mind, swallowing a mouthful of water slowly to relieve her throat that was dry from singing.

Vika didn't know what Valery was doing. He pretended to be deaf and stared at the bottom of the cup in a daze. He wanted to continue using food as an excuse to shut up, but almost everything on the table had been eaten.

Valery threw two more silver coins on the table and looked at the bartender: "Where is the nearest hotel here? It's better to be cleaner."

"When you go out and walk two blocks to the right, you will pass a blue-brand store, which is cheaper. But continue walking three blocks. The second one with a white label is cleaner and does not require identification."

Valery nodded, very satisfied with the bartender's answer: "Thanks. Vika, let's go."

"Ah? Okay, okay!" Vika quickly stood up from her seat and followed Valery out of the bar.

When the red cloak left the bar, the side of the bar seemed to be painted with a strange color. The "Herring Tavern" seemed to have returned to its usual normal state, and the drinkers also withdrew their suspicious and probing eyes.

Chantal stared at the door. The tense sense of crisis gradually dissipated. She exhaled heavily and leaned lazily against the bar, not caring about the dirty countertop.

"Don't look at it. Those two people asked for two ferry tickets to Oravi. They will leave in two days. You can run an errand for me tomorrow. But if you want to have anything happen with them, you have to think about it. How can I get so much charm?"

"You are really full of dirty thoughts. If I hadn't finished drinking all the water, I would have really wanted to hit you in the face." Chantal lowered her eyes and played with the silver coin in her hand, letting it pass between her fingers.

The bartender poured Chantal another glass of water and said in a very low voice:

"I'm just giving you a heads up! Your father has been dead for several years, and the Church of Storms may still be searching for traces he left. What else can you do if you don't keep a low profile?

"Don't get involved with people like this. Even though I've never been out of Nas in my life, I can tell that they are dangerous."

Chantal showed a more natural smile: "I understand what you mean, they smell fishy."

The smell of the sea, the smell of blood, or maybe the smell of opportunity.

Chantal put her hand on her collarbone, where there was a pair of rings strung together. The golden ring had a line of small words outlined with silver thread, while the black ring was obviously similar in style, but it had an icy aura.