Night Raven Master

Chapter 9 The Night Wizard
"We've come here, and the old script is still there."

"Empires rise, prosper and fall."

"People die from generation to generation, strong or weak."

"The flames of the disaster destroyed one town after another, and new births alternated, countless."

"However, the giant wheel that rolls forward will never stop."

Art meets a real bard, not a fake bard like him.

The clothes are not very good, almost like civilians.

The bard, who sat under a tree and played his harp, didn't seem to be doing well.

The blood flowing from his abdomen and the torn clothes proved that he encountered robbers in the wild.

When he saw Art, the bard smiled palely, as if he didn't care about his impending death.

No, it's not that I don't care, but that I have already compromised.

There was calmness in those dim eyes.

Art sat quietly in front of him, listening to the bard's last performance.

I didn't have any healing items on me, so I couldn't save him.

Seeing Art sitting down quietly, the bard also understood something, and his face became rosy again.

After adjusting his sitting posture, he continued to play and sing:

"The tower of the empire is about to fall, and the heroes who are about to die are remembering their hometown."

"Is the blackbird still singing the same song?"

"Does mistletoe grow in the crown of the oak tree?"

The bard coughed up blood, but he still didn't give up playing and singing.

"Their legends will all be forgotten, and those once loud words will also be buried in red dust."

His voice was hoarse from the blood in his throat, and his heart, which had lost a lot of blood, could no longer beat strongly.

"May the hero rest in peace."

With a bright smile on his face, he handed the harp in his hand to Art.

When Art took the harp, the bard lost his voice.

Hands dropped.

"." Art was silent.

He knew that the death in front of him was not just a representation of data as seen in usual games.

No matter how real it is in the game, it is still fake.

And in front of you, the reality that is within reach.

Yate glanced at the somewhat worn-out harp in his hand:
[Broken Kayasit Harp lv13: This is a broken harp that entrusts the grief of the wanderer Kayasit. It is not a supernatural item, but it has magical power. 】

"Although I'm not a real bard, I will continue to use it." Art sighed.

Why is it that he can steal a strange merchant's money without a care, but is obsessed with the death of a strange bard?
Art didn't think about it, and he didn't want to think about it.

He walked behind the tree the bard was leaning on, and touched the ground with his palm. With the extra [soil] in the inventory, pieces of soil disappeared from the ground, and a moment later, a deep pothole appeared.

After dragging the body of the bard into the pit, the quantity of the 3 pieces of [clay] in the inventory also slowly dropped to 0, and the pit was filled again.

"May you rest in peace."

Art found a branch and carved words on it with a knife.

May my friend Kayasit rest in peace.

Then, he turned to leave.

"Some people are born noble."

"Some people are good at praise."

"But I'm always at the end of the vein."

"There is no well-crafted face."

"There is no strong spirit and understanding."

"However, cunning is the rule of the game"

With a harp in hand and a black raven on his shoulders, Arter sang as he walked.

This is a song from a collection of poems I read before.

Art, who doesn't like studying very much, likes to read such collections of poetry after being educated in the nobility.

Often, after being discovered by his father, he would be reprimanded, but the young Art never tired of it.

This is what Yate found from the fragmented memory, one of the few that can be called a complete memory.

"Cunning, insignificant, but spreading in this world."

It is not a bright theme, if it is correct, this is a story of a nobleman's cautious, forbearing and hard work.

"Romance's cruel deceit, made clear by the hatred of men."

"The neglected cubs are biting this world woven by cruelty and lies."

"The black crow fighting against the cold fog is whispering a song of madness."

Art paused suddenly, and when he sang here according to memory, he suddenly felt that something was not quite right.

black crow?No, the image of a crow appears in many poems, and it is not a rare image.

He glanced suspiciously at Glora the Crow on his shoulder, who tilted his head, also showing doubts.

Shaking his head, he continued singing.

This continuous journey is too boring, and this poem is also used to pass the time.

Just like listening to music with headphones while jogging and walking.

"And the raven whispers the song of madness."

"This continent is an orchard in full bloom, with ripe, delicious and juicy fruits."

"Crows fly in the moonlight, storms roar with ice and snow."

"He knew the news was coming."

"The kingdom will vanish, and even the devil will perish."

"Beauty and peace return home.

"He knew that news was coming."

"The king of the night is about to rise."

At this moment, a system prompt suddenly lit up in front of his eyes:
[Meditation is turned on]

[Second job: Night Sorcerer]

[The secret hidden in the poem has been revealed. Even the lowest level of meditation can only be inherited by those with blue blood, and only those with blue blood are eligible for the honor of wizard. 】

【Occupational Basic Skills Acquired】

[Passive Dark Pole Territory lv1: During the day, the power of casting spells decreases by 50%, and at night, the power of casting spells increases by 20%. 】

【Acquire skills】

【Meditation · Night Poetry lv1: Mental power recovery speed increased by 15%, and increased by 30% during deep meditation. ——"Some people are born noble, some people are good at praise. But I am always the end of this blood"]

After reading it carefully, Art finally understood.

This poem is a meditative method belonging to a wizard, and, although the level is not very high, it is indeed a meditative method of a wizard.

He tried to start a meditation idea.

In an instant, the whole person seemed to be plunged into the deep night, and at the same time, an unknown voice sounded.

"The jingle of coins dangling at the lion's waist disturbed the sleep of the night."

"The elf of the night played the flute of death."

"Wade deeper into the mire every day, and cut through their stupidity with brazen wit."

"Using their brains to glue and shape golems."

"I am an incompetent blue-blooded person, a person without honor, who only considers himself a king."

The moment the singing ended, the night covering his spirit also disappeared.

Art found that his spirit became extremely full.

"This is the wizard? The real spellcaster?" It was completely different from the game. No matter how strong he was in the game, he had never experienced such a wonderful feeling. This was the extraordinary world touched by the real senses.

Looking at the two occupations on the system interface, and the full skill tables under the two occupation columns, a smile appeared on Yate's face.

And at this moment, a carriage slowly stopped behind him.

Arthur turned his head involuntarily.

This carriage, just from the exquisite decoration and strong horses, it seems that it is a certain nobleman's carriage.

Then, the curtains of the carriage were lifted, revealing a delicate and charming face of a young girl:

"apprentice?"

Hearing this sentence, Yate immediately realized the identity of the other party.

And this "apprentice" refers to a wizard apprentice.

Before the official wizard, there is an apprentice level.

There are three levels of apprenticeships, ranging from the lowest elementary apprentice, to intermediate apprentice, and then to advanced apprentice.

Looking at the girl, the crow on her shoulder sent a signal of vigilance.

Then, the "driver" sitting at the front of the large carriage - a woman in hard leather armor, came down and bowed to Art in front of her:
"Dear spell caster, our Miss Alti sincerely invites you."

"Alti?" A surname flashed in Art's mind.

He asked with some doubts: "Alti Seren Glora?"

"Exactly." The woman nodded.

Art turned his head and looked at the girl at the carriage window, and the girl smiled back with an aristocratic reserved smile.

Alti Seren Glora is the lord of this Glora County, one of the daughters of the Earl of Glora.

And the Earl of Gloria, according to the aristocratic system of the Kingdom of Allen,
Official wizard.

"." Art was silent for a moment. If he was an apprentice wizard, he would contact him without hesitation. However, is it a good thing to contact a formal wizard at this time?

Although the other party seems to have no malicious intentions, if he refuses, it is difficult to guarantee that any accident will happen.

Although there was only one person, judging from the vigilance of Glora the Crow just now, that woman was also a professional, and the girl sitting in the carriage was also a wizard with a rank.

He recalled that when he met those two professionals in the tavern, Glora the Crow was not so vigilant at all.

it means--

These two are stronger than the professionals they met in the tavern.

Also, as the earl's daughter, it's impossible to act outside with only one guard without any strength.

Be cautious.

Viscount Claude, the memory of his cheap father's teachings came to mind - as a noble blue-blooded nobleman, there are very few conflicts between wizards.

These thoughts, turning around in my mind, are only a momentary thing.

Afterwards, he saluted the girl politely and gracefully according to noble etiquette: "Art Angus Cloredo, it is an honor to accept your invitation."

The girl nodded reservedly.

Then, under the guidance of the woman who was the guard and coachman, Art entered the large carriage.

(End of this chapter)