Start a Dungeon

"Harp? Half-elf?"

Lott looked at the girl sitting in front of him on the bench with her head buried between her knees - her slightly pointed ears showed her racial identity.

Lott looked at her clothes quietly. After pausing for a few seconds, he turned to glance at the large and small bags of items placed on the bench next to him - they contained some small gifts and some changed clothes.

Seeing this, Lott had a rough idea: the half-elf girl who came from outside had no money after a shopping spree.

"Excuse me, are you a bard?" Lott looked at her and asked.

After Ethel heard this, he raised his head and saw a noble knight wearing exquisite white armor and a masked assassin wrapped in black standing next to him.

A nobleman traveling on a trip?

Thinking of this, Ethel quickly put down her legs from the bench, sat upright and looked up at Lot, nodded, and had nothing to say. She was looking forward to what would happen next - what the bard is best at, When you run out of money, you can work part-time in a tavern and sing a song in exchange for some rewards or something.

Of course, as a noble, Ethel has only seen these things and has not participated in them. After all, she has a lot of money, and now...

‘I didn’t expect that I would end up like this. He asked me about my occupation. Did he want me to sing to him? ’ The girl was thinking about how much she should charge him.

Lott held his chin and looked her up and down, turned his head towards Maria next to him and said, "Perhaps, the singer's plan may be advanced."

sing and dance? Maria looked confused, but this did not prevent her from saying 'oh'.

"Of course, the prerequisite for the singer project is to find several qualified singers. I have plans to recruit some bards, but I just don't know if the songs they sing are suitable for modern pop music."

Lott was talking to himself on the side. Ethel's face was filled with questions, and she frowned and asked, "What on earth are you talking about?"

Upon hearing this, Lott realized that he was a little rude and said sheepishly: "Sorry, um. Well, I have 500G here. If your music can satisfy me, then the money will be yours."

"500G?!"

The girl's eyes suddenly widened. Originally, she had planned to charge him around 50G. This was considered a super high price. Who said she was the daughter of an earl? A normal bard's song only costs 2 or 3G.

"I sing! I sing!" Ethel nodded and screamed subconsciously, but then she realized that she seemed a little too... uh... how should I put it?

Lott looked at her excitement, smiled, took out the bank card, swiped the switch on her hand, and said, '200, sure. ’ The money went to her.

"This 200G is considered a deposit. I hope your song will satisfy me, and the remaining 300G will naturally be yours."

Lott stood up straight and looked at her with his arms and chin again and said, but then he realized that this situation was so similar to what happened on the streets of a certain country: a girl who was in urgent need of money met a man who proposed a deal.

Ethel stared at the deposit balance displayed in the switch machine with wide eyes. When she heard Lott say it was only half of the deposit, she immediately put the harp on her lap and said confidently: "What do you want to listen to? "

"Well, just do what you're best at."

"Oh, then just listen."

The unique ethereal sound of the harp began to play in this lively street, and the beautiful melody made passers-by stop and watch.

It has to be said that the elves are not only beautiful in appearance, but also versatile, especially the half-elf girl in front of them.

Thinking of this, Lott suddenly realized that among the pedestrians walking around, the shadows of half-elves could often be seen.

‘In other words, Kane City, or the world, is in the stage of national integration? ’

Just when Lott was thinking about it, the song ended. The onlookers clapped softly and slowly dispersed when they saw that the girl had no intention of continuing to play.

"How's it going?" Ethel was very confident in her performance.

"It's out of tune." Lott said with a smile, "But the tune is quite good. Did you write it yourself?"

Ethel suddenly frowned, wondering whether the guy in front of her understood music. Or do you just want to default on your debt?

Lott looked at her and shook his head helplessly. After giving her the remaining 300G, he said, "If you wrote this song yourself, can you accept the songwriting? I have a song that I need. It will take a capable bard to help create it.”

Athel breathed a sigh of relief after getting the remaining gold coins. When he heard Lot's question, especially the phrase 'the capable bard', he immediately looked up at him, patted his chest and said, "Others I don’t know, but you asked the right person, no one has a greater creative talent than me!”

"Really?" Lott's smile grew wider.

"What song?" Ethel asked.

"Uh sorry, I can't sing."

"Then hum a few verses and I'll listen."

"Well, listen up."

Lot brewed in his mind for a while, then stretched out his hand to move his fingers to the beat, and slowly hummed "The Elegy of the Highborne", as if he had entered a state of selflessness, and the half-elf girl in front of him listened for a few times. After the sentence, he also closed his eyes and softly followed the music.

Maria, who was standing nearby, looked at the two of them with a confused look on her face.

The monsters are weak in the creation of music, film, television, and culture, so there is no singing room like a KTV here.

The background music on the game console is mostly copied from the light songs sung by some bards in their spare time.

The battle melody of Pokemon was hummed by Lot himself, and then he asked the goblins to come up with it. This alone took a long time for those guys.

For music, you still have to find professionals who are more reliable.

Ethel closed her eyes and her body swayed back and forth along with the tune hummed by Lott - no one was more focused on music than her.

At the end of the song, Ethel slowly opened her eyes as if she was still unfinished. After seeing the smiling Lot in front of her, she subconsciously asked: "Are you also a bard?"

"No, miss, as you can see, I'm just a white knight with a special interest in music."

"Then what's the name of this song?" Ethel asked looking a little emotional.

Lott smiled slightly and said, "You want to learn? I'll teach you. Come with me."

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