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Chapter 208 Another Bard

The mage in the caravan is named Arman Miller, a two-star black-robed mage. All this information was told to Norman by Dulu, the caravan guy who was chatting and laughing with Norman. In addition, Dulu also explained why such a small caravan was accompanied by a real mage.

"The boss knew this Master Arman, and it happened that this Master Arman was also going to Esbjerg, so he went together. For this reason, the boss has to bear all the expenses of the Master Master along the way, and Ya Magister Elman has promised to provide shelter to the caravan in due course."

It’s not that real mages don’t have people who don’t take on this kind of work, but mages are all nobles, and the job of bodyguards and guards is very expensive. Usually, only those big caravans will hire one or two, It is absolutely impossible for a small caravan with less than one hundred people like the one they are in now to hire a mage, and that will consume all the profits from their long-distance transaction.And Dulu's words explained why this small caravan was accompanied by a mage.

Also because this master mage is not a guard paid by the caravan, but a distinguished guest invited by the owner of the caravan, the treatment is much better than that of the mage guards in the general caravan, and it is all supported by the caravan. treated to the highest standards.

"Look, this master mage looks so elegant when he eats!"

Dulu, who was sitting next to Norman, was eating like a pig, purring, and kept glancing at Mage Arman. His eyes were full of yearning and reverence, and he clicked his tongue. Praise: "This is the real noble, and it is really different from us!"

Perhaps due to Yarman's aura, Dulu said these words in a very low voice, which was like a mosquito screaming compared to the loud voice just now.

Norman looked at Dulu, as if looking at himself in the past: When he first went to Cardenas, wasn't he the same as Dulu?I am extremely yearning for the life of the nobility, and I yearn for the blind worship and envy of the powerful for no reason.

After Dulu admired for a while, the topic gradually shifted, "Alan, as a bard, you have been to so many places, so have you seen real magic? I mean, Mage Arman The kind of spells you have, not the tricks you use to trick kids in the streets."

The daily work of the people in these caravans is to rush on the road and be vigilant. Day after day life is very boring. Chatting during the meal time is a rare pastime for them, so once the chatter is opened, it can’t be closed at all. non-stop.

Norman was too lazy to make up the story, so he simply used "I haven't seen it" to perfunctory Dulu.After Norman denied it, Du Lu thought about it: "Although it's not good to think so, I really think that some unscrupulous bandits can come to the door and let this master mage take action and show us What a spell looks like! I have never seen what a spell looks like. If I can see it this time, it will be worth bragging to Pique for a long time..."

If Dennis, the caravan boss, knows that he has a black-hearted guy like you who is looking forward to the bandits, he will definitely give you a taste of the whip.

Norman thought boredly in his heart.

The people in the caravan are all rough people, and none of them eat elegantly. They look like a group of starving ghosts. They eat very fast, so in a short time, most of them have finished their meals, and they are all around here. Sit around and eat.

Because the mage master and the two knight masters were still eating, the big guys didn't dare to speak too loudly, they were whispering to each other, and in the end, I don't know who suggested it, let a few chanting The bard will entertain the big guys for a while.

"Come on, Ernest, sing a song and listen!"

"Alan, I heard that you have many interesting stories, let me tell you a few!"

"Cecil, I really wonder if you are a bard. I have never seen such a dull bard like you. Give us something!"

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In addition to Norman and Chen Qinghe, there was also a bard in the caravan, that is, the guy with patches on his clothes who was sitting not far from Norman. He was a man in his 30s, He has a normal body shape, slightly stronger than Chen Qinghe, and always has a modest smile on his face.

This man's name is Ernest. According to what Dulu said just now, this man was encountered by the caravan on the way yesterday. The poet lost his way in the woods when he was halfway there. After finally walking out, he ate all the food he brought with him. He had been hungry for several days, so he fainted on the road.

The owner of the caravan was also kind. After taking away 3 of the poor man's only 2 silvers, he allowed him to go on the road with the caravan. Of course, the treatment cannot be compared with Chen Qinghe and the others. There is no carriage. , I can only walk by myself, and I have to help the caravan on weekdays, but this is very good for Ernest, it is much safer than him going on the road alone, and he has something to eat, so that he will If he fainted from hunger again, if he was left alone, he would probably die.

Under the booing of the crowd, Ernest stood up, cleared his throat, and quickly sang to everyone.

What he sang was a hymn of the Father God. The content of the lyrics came from the "Holy Book". The tune can be regarded as a tune, but for Norman who has heard the magnificent music of "Victory", this tune is too boring It was boring, but the others in the caravan listened with gusto.

For these people who only have to work in their daily life, listening to music is a rare pastime. Naturally, it doesn't count whether it is good or bad, and some listening is good.

And at this moment, Norman heard a slight sound in his ears.

"This man is a mage, at the level of a black robe."

It was Chen Qinghe's voice, but the content of the words surprised Norman: Is the person in front of him a mage?
Norman subconsciously squirmed his mouth slightly, and unknowingly cast an arcane sensitivity to detect it, and indeed detected the fluctuation of magic power on this Ernest!

The total amount of magic power of this person is more than when he was in Nicaro. Norman estimates that this person is probably already at the level of the three-star black robe.

How could a three-star black-robed mage disguise himself as a bard and mix in this caravan?

Norman couldn't figure out the origin and motivation of this Ernest, but he found it interesting: In a caravan with less than 100 people, there were actually four mages...

(End of this chapter)