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Chapter 227 The Artist

Watching those suspected aristocrats playing musical instruments, Norman was surprised and relieved after a while: he has played a lot as a bard in the past few days, and he is used to that humble sense of self-identity. Convert over.

Who says nobles can't play?
In fact, there are indeed nobles who are obsessed with art. He has heard of it when he was in Nicaro, but such nobles are usually small nobles, and when he was in Nicaro, he was with Francis In the top aristocratic circles led by him, the vast majority of them are addicted to power and magic, so he has never seen such an example.

Especially when there are several examples that appear at the same time in front of him now, it is even more so that he has never seen it before.

But then he saw more examples.

People got out of those carriages one after another.

Like the previous few people, these people who come down one after another are also dressed as nobles, but they are no longer holding musical instruments, and some are aiming around with paintbrushes, followed by a servant carrying a drawing board shelf Yes, there are those with empty hands, and those with carving knives in their hands, and the servants behind them are carrying an unfinished statue that is half the height.

This team seems to be a team full of "noble artists", and the black-robed mage Norman Chen Qinghe said was also found. The knights spoke of the bard of the story, a bard playing on a long pipe...

And the scene in front of me can also explain why the composition of this convoy is so weird, because these people should be nobles, that's why the carriages in the convoy are like that, but I don't know why these people gather together Let's go on the road together, where are we going?
"Hey, my friend,"

Following a man's voice, a figure walked over from the left front.

It was the rooster-headed flamboyant knight from before.

In such a short time, before all the tents were set up, he actually took off all his armor, revealing the casual clothes underneath.

It's not very dark now, and it can be seen that this knight is a man in his 30s, with blond hair and blue eyes, handsome appearance, and he can be regarded as a middle-aged British soldier.

His face was clean-shaven, there was no beard at all, his hair was neatly cut, and his clothes were also crisp. It was completely impossible to tell that he had just gone through a day's journey on horseback.

"My name is DeWitt Nelson,"

The middle-aged DeWitt of the British army introduced himself to Norman and the three standing here, and Norman and the others also reported their names. Of course, Norman still used the pseudonym of Allen here, and Chen Qinghe also It continued to be Cecil, and even Abel, to avoid trouble, used a pseudonym of Tom.

But Norman doubts whether their aliases are meaningful, because DeWitt doesn't seem to care what they are called at all. After hearing what they said, he couldn't wait to introduce himself: "Gentlemen, do you want to enjoy a wonderful dance?" Then, regardless of whether they wanted to or not, they immediately started dancing on the spot.

Different from the ballroom dance at the ball, what DeWitt is dancing now is a personal dance, so those movements are also something that Norman has never seen... But the question is, why does he stand here to watch this person dance? ! ?

Norman seemed to understand why this flamboyant knight let them follow the convoy without asking any questions before. Apart from self-confidence, it was more because he could attract some new audiences?
And it’s enough just to watch, after a dance, DeWitt looked at the three of them with eyes full of expectation, and asked, "What do you think?"

This is for new audiences to express their impressions.

Chen Qinghe seemed to dislike movement by nature. Not only did he not delve into combat skills, he was also not interested in dancing. He didn't watch DeWitt at all just now, and he didn't bother to answer now.

Abel still wants to give DeWitt some face. After all, they are following other people’s buttocks, but you can let him do alchemy, but he can’t let him appreciate dance. Say half a word.

The only one left is Norman.

Norman actually doesn't know much about dancing, but he has the Knights Templar as a backup team.

"It's a good dance. It can be seen that you want to express the unyielding spirit of fighting against the storm. I especially like the three consecutive small jumps, but the transitions between some movements are too rigid and not natural and smooth. And from Thematically speaking, your movement design has no tension. Just imagine, if this dance is not so strong and designed according to the direction of weakness, will it be able to highlight the kind of unyielding in the face of a powerful storm? The unyielding of the strong against the strong is far less shocking than the unyielding of the weak against the strong..."

There are so many talents in the Knights Templar, and there are also those who are proficient in dancing, and they immediately gave long-winded opinions, and all Norman has to do is to repeat these things.

In fact, DeWitt didn't expect the three guys he met on the road to say something. It would be the best result if they could say "good" or "bad" out of their mouths, but he didn't expect The big pale man standing in front of him had something to say when he opened his mouth, and he dissected his dance thoroughly!
This surprised DeWitt, he listened carefully, and the more he listened, the more he felt that what Norman said was good, wonderful, and obedient, especially those opinions of Norman, which touched his heart It's just that he couldn't figure it out before, as if separated by a layer of paper, but Norman's current comments help him pierce the layer of paper at once.

It was as if the shit that had been held in for more than ten days came out all of a sudden, not to mention how exhilarating this feeling was. DeWitt was elated and overjoyed when he heard it, and even thought about it on the spot, and then practiced it.

He has a lot of inspiration now, but he must not waste it.

Seeing that the flamboyant knight in front of him had been dismissed, Norman breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a voice beside him.

"Sir, I wonder if you have also studied music?"

Norman turned his head and looked at a person beside him.

The man held a long pipe in his hand, and stared at him with piercing eyes.

Norman hesitated for a while, but still nodded, and then the man's eyes became brighter, and he said, "I hope you can give me some pointers." Played up.

Norman had no choice but to listen again.

But fortunately, he finally knows more about music than dance.

(End of this chapter)