Old-time musicians

"One point? How much is one point? It's all one point???..."

Hearing this, An's lips stopped on the edge of the glass.

He was good looking and his answers were outrageous.

"Which sentence is more likely, 'Be a little smart' or the previous one, 'The instrument fell into the sea'?" She held her chin in one hand and stared at Fan Ning.

"The former." Fan Ning returned to his previous demeanor.

The sea breeze carrying heat waves blew by, and the girl's eyes under her hair were blinking.

If the motive of showing off is to win favor, then such boys are still very cute, but of course, the prerequisite is that they still look good.

Massenego, who was dressed as a knight, said: "No matter what, Mr. Scheler's joining will always bring one or two more songs to the team, and it will always be something that can bring joy and luck."

Chrétien nodded in agreement.

Although he has not yet figured out the reason why this "guide" proposed to let Scheler follow him, he can understand the subtext above: People who pretend to be troubadours will not make things out of thin air... At least Mr. Scheler did this before wandering. He will be a music major, not an engineering or chemistry major...

Ann thought so too.

Luna, standing aside, felt that things were developing in a direction she could not imagine.

Why are these people at the table already drinking water and chatting?

It was a good thing, but it seemed that Mr. Massenego had brought about the situation out of his own judgment. These people were still questioning his identity as a troubadour. As the first person to propose a courtesy agreement, she always felt a little resentful.

Luna thought for a while, quickly said a word, and then stepped off the balcony:

"Mr. Scheele, please wait a moment. I'll be right back when I get back to the hotel."

"You forgot your umbrella." Fan Ning enjoyed the cold water and never looked back.

"Ah!" She kicked back twice more, held up an exquisite little black umbrella, and trotted away under the scorching sun.

During this period, Marseille Negu and An once again asked a few questions, and Fan Ning answered and chatted casually according to his mood.

About five minutes later, the little girl came back out of breath. A layer of sweat appeared on her pale forehead, and she was carrying a small satchel made of knotted ropes, decorated with colorful strips and flowers fluttering in the sea breeze.

"The journey has not yet begun, so there is no need to rush to cash in." Fan Ning drank the last sip of juice and slowly scraped the avocado on the wall of the cup with a spoon.

"There is something more urgent than this." She stretched out her little hand to fan her face, "I want to buy a piano for you. Can I invite you to the market to choose it together?"

A strange look flashed across Fan Ning's face, but he quickly reiterated his identity in his mind.

"Thank you, beautiful little girl Kang." He stood up.

"See you later." An said goodbye to him warmly, and received some attention from him, but not as much as she expected.

The eldest sister Camilla cast a joking look, which made her return to her table a little annoyed.

There were only two people left at the table.

Looking at the backs of the tall and the short figures in the square, Chretien made a look and signaled to send a guard to keep an eye on the foreigner.

But he was immediately stopped by Masai Negu with a gesture next to him.

Chrétien finally spoke in confusion: "Mr. 'Guide', can you tell me your intention?"

"I never thought he would be a troubadour. It was just the chance encounter on the beach and his melancholy temperament that frightened the child. Although a 'lost man' is of no use in the family, I always want to ensure that Basic safety of members.”

Masai Negu waited until the two figures in the square completely disappeared before lowering his voice and speaking slowly:

"He is a man of knowledge."

Chretien's eyes narrowed and he confirmed in disbelief: "You mean Scheele? Is he the same person as you? That makes it even more difficult to let him and Luna be alone."

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Masai Negu's eyes stayed on the spot where the two disappeared: "His plan is to follow the caravan to Tiya City. I'm worried that in his mind, this plan will not change whether it is 'rejected or accepted', so No matter what his actual purpose is, I hope that he will be in the light rather than in the dark along the way, which is why I suggest that you welcome him to join..."

"For the same reason, the process of buying musical instruments at the market before departure must be pleasant. There is no need to worry too much about it. If you send someone to follow you, there is a risk of angering the person after being discovered, even if it is me personally. Go check it out.”

"Is he stronger than you?" Chretien heard the premise of the "guide"'s words.

If this is not the case, another set of analysis logic that is lower risk and more proactive can be used.

"It's possible, but I'm not sure." Massenegu frowned and his words remained unchanged.

"He gave me a very strange feeling. At first, I felt that the intensity of his inspiration was only close to mine. But as the contact process deepened, I found that I could no longer see through his spiritual essence. It seemed to be a kind of texture. Or extremely high-level characteristics, from time to time I have a kind of revelation that I have no power to resist... But I repeatedly feel that he just has an outstanding temperament, and his pure inspiration strength should be equal to mine... In short, I keep repeating Again, not sure."

This fourth-level knowledgeable person who studied "exhaustion" only felt that Scheler was on par with him for a while, and then he couldn't see the details at all.

"You make me feel uneasy." Chrétien frowned and smiled bitterly, "If he is more powerful than you, the 50-pound gift can't explain his motives at all... I began to hope that he was really a wandering poet."

"That would be even more inexplicable." Marseille Negu, who was sitting upright, glanced at him, "Then he would be worth more, and the gift he received would be even more incommensurate with it."

Chrétien's expression froze.

...

Fanning felt that the street scene of the United Principality of Feyton was not as different from that of the Empire of Theolien as he imagined.

If we don't consider the sea breeze, the high temperature, and if we only discuss the buildings and transportation facilities of small towns.

This world has entered the steam age for nearly two hundred years. Although the development process of each continent is different, the difference between Porto Bakrizo and the small town of Gogol is the comparison between "the 21st century and the 1980s", not the gap between "modern times and ancient times" with such a large time span.

The distinctive part lies in the details.

The streets of the market are wide and clean, with few carriages. Many missing grounds are replaced by black gravel or brown-green grass. The little girl next to me is walking calmly with herself in the crowd. From this angle, I can only see her ivory button leather boots and small black umbrella.

On both sides are stalls under various parasols, and further inside are the complex but not high roof ridges, arches or flat roofs. The blinds outside the store windows are all painted in light colors, and various peculiar succulent flower pots are placed outside.

Not long after walking, Fanning squatted under a white parasol out of curiosity, so Luna stopped too.

There are three or four wire mesh cages, the lower half of which is a water tank structure. Each cage contains a toad. They are very large, more than 15 cm, dark red, and make a weak and low cry from time to time.

Fanning's curiosity lies in the Lange language written on the sign.

"Why is 1.5p so cheap?..."

"Although I don't think toads are edible, it would take a lot of effort to catch and raise such a big one, right?"

"The key is that all four of them are only sold for 6p... Could it be that the price is a smaller unit of weight?" He whispered various speculations.

"Mr. Scheele, you misunderstood." Luna next to him looked a little strange.

"This sign means that you can lick it for 1.5p."