A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

These tunes will only be effective if sung precisely.

No, precision alone is not enough; it is also necessary to express the emotions within.

"The real effect?" Budbush looked at Baffmie strangely.

As expected, Baphomet had ulterior motives, but it seemed he wouldn't tell him.

"Hehehe, you don't need to worry about that." Sure enough, Baphomet didn't tell Badbush his true intentions.

“The only songstress I know of who can perform this perfectly is Eols,” Baphomet said.

“I like fair trade, I gave her affection, and she sang these three songs for me.”

“I’ll give you honor, and you give this to her.” Baphomet’s deal seemed fair.

"That's all?" Budsh asked Baffmie.

“That’s all,” Baphomet said.

Bud Bush's attitude has clearly softened considerably, and he is probably ready to accept the deal.

“However, you must first tell me the origin of this sheet music,” Budsh asked cautiously before making the deal.

"You have a lot of questions, but I'm happy to answer them."

"As long as you make the final deal with me, I'll answer as many questions as you want." Baphomet landed, his skeleton making a crisp "snap" sound as it hit the ground.

"Do you know a musical score called 'Happy Rabbit Qiya'?" Baphomet asked first.

“What is that…” Budsh frowned. He had never heard of such a strangely named piece before.

"Hehe, that's right, it's normal not to know."

"It's a piece of music that makes people happy, but unfortunately, a friend of mine who had the sheet music was murdered and robbed."

Although Baphomme said that the person killed was his friend, there was no sadness in his tone.

His friend, who had been imprisoned for a long enough time by the sheet music called "Happy Rabbit Qiya," found death a kind of liberation.

It's just a pity that he had such a rare musician friend.

Baphomet was not a lone wolf; he had his own friends, but most of his friends were mages and wizards.

The one imprisoned by the sheet music was his only ordinary friend.

“…” Budsh listened with a worried expression; he had no choice but to listen quietly.

He didn't want to know about Baphomet's past; he just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Baphomet gave him a very bad feeling.

“That piece is also known as ‘Fragment,’ and it was the composer’s last piece,” Baphomet’s voice came from the sheep’s skull.

His voice carried a hint of emotion, as if he were reminiscing about something.

"The author who wrote 'Fragment' had previously composed three other pieces of music."

"These are the three portions I have in my hand."

“I really want to know what the composer of that joyful piece was like before,” said Bhavam.

Baphomet was not lying; he was filled with curiosity about it.

Of course, there were some things he didn't say, namely the effect of the music.

"Well, there shouldn't be any more problems, right?" If Badbusch keeps dawdling, Baphomet might have to consider taking action himself.

“I agree.” Budsh nodded; he chose to accept the deal.

He could sense the other person's impatience. Although he kept saying he would answer as many questions as possible, after saying so much, it seemed that Bhavamsa didn't want to answer any more.

"Since I've agreed, let me go now." He turned his head and glanced at the darkness behind him. If it weren't for this dark curtain, he would have run away long ago.

Baphomet laughed, and with his chilling laughter, the darkness that had blocked Budbusch's path vanished.

“Very good, the deal is done.” Baphomet smiled happily; Badbush had finally agreed before his patience wore thin.

The flames on the three musical scores in front of Baphomet also dissipated.

As the flames subsided, the sheet music floated down from the sky and finally lay quietly on the ground.

"I hope to hear these three beautiful pieces." Baphomet was sucked away by the vortex created by the cloak, leaving no trace.

"Don't let me down." This was Baffm's warning to Bud Bush.

Budbush stood still, trying to make sure that Baphomet had left.

It took him quite a while to confirm that Baphomet had really left.

Budsh breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to the three musical scores on the ground.

The sheet music looks quite old; the paper is yellowed.

Budsh was very doubtful that the sheet music would weather away as soon as he picked it up, since the paper used for the sheet music in front of him was not particularly good paper, but the kind of inferior paper that would deteriorate after a few decades.

Who knows if this musical score has been written for decades?

Budsh hesitated for a long time, but finally picked up the sheet music from the ground.

However, he didn't dare fold the sheet music, and Badbushes guessed that Badbushes valued these three sheets of music quite a bit.

If Baphomet knew that he had treated these three musical scores so carelessly, who knows what he would do.

Based on the abilities displayed by Baphomet, Badbush knew that the other party was a very powerful mage.

Unlike warriors and assassins, mages have endless tricks up their sleeves, and Bardbusch, an ordinary craftsman, is absolutely no match for them.

“What does it say on it…” Badbushko muttered to himself, then began to examine the three musical scores.

The main parts of the score are complete, with no parts blurred.

However, things like signatures on the edges are basically illegible.

The sheet music didn't have a name; each sheet only had a number written in red pen in the upper right corner.

“01, 02, 03?” Budsh thought the serial numbers were really simple; he had thought there would be some kind of code.

Budbuch was a craftsman, but having performed with Eors for so long, he had some basic knowledge and could barely understand the three scores.

Unfortunately, while he could understand them, he couldn't appreciate the unique charm of these three musical scores.

"Sheet music..." Judging from what Baphomet meant, he probably wanted Aeolus to sing it during the performance.

He had a bad feeling, but he had no choice but to do it.

“Eors, do you desire affection?” Badbusch asked, standing before Eors.

The module that Budbush had given him was in his hands.

"Father?" Although the tone was not very obvious, one could still hear the doubt in Eors's voice.

After all, this question came as abruptly astounding.

“Just answer me, do you want to have feelings for yourself?” Budsh said, shaking his head.

"Yes," Eors replied.

This is what she truly wants; she won't lie to herself.

"Then let's begin..." As Budsh said this, Eors' eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

In the end, Eorz's vision went completely black.

Budbush carried the sleeping Eors to a table.

Eorse lay quietly on the table, her eyes tightly closed, as if nothing could wake her.

Budsh felt a deep sense of generosity upon seeing the sleeping girl before him.

How beautiful! This is not a doll at all, but a living, breathing girl who has been created.

She is a beauty that no one can or would want to desecrate.

Now, this girl is her own, and at the same time, she is someone she "created".

A gash had been opened on the girl's fair skin at the chest.

That opening was like a door that had been unlocked with a key.

On the other side of the door was a crystal that looked very similar to the module in Budsh's hand.

That is the core of the girl, the false soul bestowed upon her.

As you can see from it, Eorth doesn't have anything a normal person has; neither his heart nor his blood vessels exist.

Each muscle fiber is simulated using thread-like material.

"Where did this thing, and what I have in my hand, come from?" Before placing the crystal in his hand into Eors' body, Badbush pondered for a moment.

Eors's false soul... and this module that supposedly grants her emotions, its origins are completely unknown.

But soon after, Badbusch placed the module given by Baffmie into the interior of Eors.

Thinking about it too much is useless, isn't it?

When the module given by Baphomet came close to the core within Eorth's body, the two began to disintegrate.

After being disassembled, the two parts turned into individual cubes, which were eventually pieced back together.

Originally, the core of Eorus had a hollow center, but now, after being combined with this module, that hollow center has been filled.

Budbuch still doesn't really understand the structure of Eors.

Despite having owned Eors for over a decade, Badbush still struggled to comprehend... how this girl was created.

The existence of Eors is beyond the comprehension of ordinary craftsmen.

The elf couple were true geniuses.

Bud Bush was jealous of this talent that ordinary people could not possess.

But it doesn't matter, he has already "taken" everything from that elf couple.

He is the best craftsman of this era—even if he himself knows that is self-deception.

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"Eorse!" Tiggia called out Eorse's name as she hurried up the stairs.

“You’re always in such a hurry, slow down.” Budbush’s voice reached Tiggia’s ears.

“Father, why are you here?” Tiggia asked in surprise as Budbush prepared to go downstairs.

If Tiggia remembered correctly, her father should have left long ago, so why did he suddenly come back?

"Why can't I be here?" Budsh said irritably, patting Tiggia's head.

“Oh, by the way, let’s go take a look at Eors,” Badbush said to Tiggia.

“I’m on my way to find Eorth,” Tiggia said, pursing her lips.

“I think Eors must really want to see you right now; she must have a lot to say to you,” Budbush said.

After saying that, Budsh removed his large hand from Tiggia's head.

“Go ahead.” Then Budsh went downstairs unhurriedly.

Tiggia was still a little confused; she probably hadn't realized what Budsh was talking about.

However, she quickly gave up thinking and continued running up the stairs.

"Eors, Father is acting so strangely," Tigia muttered as she pushed open Eors's room door.

As soon as the door opened, the girl she hoped to see was inside her line of sight.

Eors stood on the balcony, the bright sunlight shining obliquely on the girl's hair.

Several birds landed on the fence, tilting their heads to observe the motionless Eors.

"Eorth? Eorth, I'm back," Tiggia called out a few more times.

“Tygia…” Eors, with his back to Tygia, softly uttered Tygia’s name.

But the moment Tiggia heard Aeolus speak, she froze.

“Eorth…” Tikjana had been with Eorth for so long that she could sense the emotions he had never expressed, not to mention the subtle changes in his words.

"Tygia, I want to cry, is that okay?" Eors' voice trembled slightly.