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Chapter 83 The Genius Melody Girl
"Harp? Half-elven?"

Lotter looked at the girl sitting on the bench with her head buried between her knees—her slightly pointed ears showed her racial identity.

Lott looked at her clothes quietly, and after pausing for a few seconds, he turned his head and glanced at the large and small bags of items on the bench next to him - there were some small gifts and some changed clothes inside.

Seeing this, Lott understood the general idea: the half-elf girl who came from outside, after shopping like crazy, did she have no money?

"Excuse me, are you a bard?" Lot asked while looking at her.

After hearing this, Ethel raised his head, and what came into view was a noble knight in exquisite white armor and a masked assassin wrapped in black standing next to him.

A son of a nobleman traveling abroad?

Thinking of this, Ethel quickly put her legs down from the bench, sat upright and looked up at Lott, nodded, without saying a word, she was looking forward to what would happen next—what bards are best at, That is, when you run out of money, you can go to a tavern to work part-time, sing a song in exchange for some rewards or something.

Of course, Ethel, who is a nobleman, has only seen these things and did not participate in them. After all, she has a lot of money on her body, and now...
'I didn't expect that I would be reduced to what I am today. He asked about my occupation, did he want me to sing for him? 'The girl was thinking about how much she should charge him and so on.

Lot squeezed his chin and looked her up and down, then turned his head towards Maria next to him and said, "Perhaps, the diva plan may be advanced."

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

"Of course, the premise of the singer project is to find a few qualified singers. I plan 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, Ethel frowned and asked, "What are you talking about?"

When Lott heard it, he realized that he was a little rude, and said embarrassedly: "Sorry, um. Well, I have 500G here. If your repertoire can satisfy me, then the money will be yours."

"500G?!"

The girl's eyes widened immediately. Originally, she planned to charge him around 50G.A song for a normal bard is only 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?
Seeing her excited look, Lott smiled and took out the bank card, swiped it to the swap machine she was wearing, and said '200, sure. 'The money went to her.

"This 200G is a deposit. I hope your songs can satisfy me. The next 300G is naturally yours."

Lott stood up straight and looked at her again with his arms raised and his chin resting and said, but then he realized how 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 wide-eyed at the deposit balance displayed in the swap machine, and when Lott said it was only half of the deposit, she immediately put the harp on her lap and said confidently, "What do you want to hear? "

"Well, you're the best at it."

"Oh, then listen carefully."

The unique ethereal sound quality of the harp began to play in this bustling street, and the wonderful melody made passers-by stop and watch after hearing it.

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

Thinking of this, Lott suddenly realized that the shadows of half-elfs can often be seen among the passers-by.
'That is to say, Kane City, or the world, is in the stage of national integration? '

Just as Lott was thinking, the song ended, and the onlookers applauded gently. Seeing that the girl had no intention of continuing to play, they slowly dispersed.

"How is it?" Ethel was very confident in his playing.

"Out of tune." Lott said with a smile, "But the song is pretty good, did you write it yourself?"

Assel frowned suddenly, wondering if the guy in front of him could understand music?Or is it purely just wanting to renege?
Lott looked at her, shook his head helplessly, gave her the remaining 300G, and said, "If you wrote this song yourself, can you accept writing a song? I have a song and I need it A capable bard to help create it."

After receiving the remaining gold coins, Ethel breathed a sigh of relief. When he heard Lott's question, especially the phrase 'capable bard', he immediately looked up at him, patted his chest and said: "Others I don't know, but you're asking the right person, no one has a greater creative talent than me!"

"Really?" Lotte smiled even more.

"What song?" Ethel asked.

"Uh sorry, I can't sing."

"Then hum a few paragraphs and I'll listen to you."

"Well, listen up."

Lot pondered for a while, then stretched out his hand and moved his fingers along with the beat, and slowly hummed "The Elegy of the Highborne", as if he had entered a state of ecstasy, while the half-elf girl in front of him listened a few times. After the sentence, he also closed his eyes and followed the rhythm lightly.

Maria, who was standing next to her, looked at the two of them bewilderedly.

Monsters have shortcomings in music, film and television, culture and other creative aspects, so there is no karaoke room like KTV here.

As for the background music on the game console, most of them copied the light songs sung by bards in their spare time and fooled them casually.

The Pokemon battle melody was hummed by Lott himself, and then let the goblins come up with it. This alone took a long time for those guys to work hard.

For music, it is more reliable to find professionals.

Ethel closed her eyes, and her body swayed back and forth following the tune that Lotter hummed—no one was more focused on music than her.

At the end of the song, Ethel slowly opened his eyes as if he was still unsatisfied, and after seeing Lott with a smile on his face, he 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."

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

Lott smiled slightly and said, "Want to learn, you? I'll teach you, come with me."

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(End of this chapter)