Bard of Time

As a time traveler, Mu Xiaobai has never been able to understand his clear and unsuspecting life experience.

Logically, although he is very rough now, his background should always be mysterious, right?Shouldn't his parents be outsiders?Why is it a chef who grew up on this street since childhood!And die early!Not only were their ancestors poor for three generations, the best ones were just servants of nobles! !

Is this really discriminatory?Why!

Mu Xiaobai expressed his incomprehension in pain.As a member of the time-traveling army, he was a lonely knight, priest, priest and nobleman when everyone else was a prince and aristocrat, but why did he become a bard who was starved to death!

And without any suspense, there is no background!

From this point of view, it is not surprising that he does not have fighting spirit and magic power. No one in his ancestors has such things!

Mu Xiaobai no longer has the strength to scold me for buying a watch last year.

He is not ignorant of the gap between ideal and reality.

After clearing up his mood, Mu Xiaobai has to make good plans for himself.

According to what Aunt Ivy said, he is now in a small town called Los Fairmont, which is located in the southwest of the mainland. It is a small town that is neither rich nor poor. Do menial jobs like washing dishes, waiters, whatever.

Mu Xiaobai thought about it for a while, but he didn't know what Szel was thinking, why did he have to be a bard when he could wash dishes and be a waiter?

"Oh, poor Szell." Ivy looked at him sadly, "If only you hadn't been born so beautiful, and wouldn't have been coveted by those dirty old men in the bar."

Fuck.Mu Xiaobai closed his eyes, did God open a window for him, but he lived on the [-]th floor?

That's right, so Mu Xiaobai has to cover up every time he goes out to sing, so as not to be coveted, why are gays in this world so open and above board?

Mu Xiaobai couldn't complain anymore. When he was on Earth, what he wanted the most was to be tall and handsome. He never expected that his problem now is to be too handsome.

It would be great if he didn't watch "Unexpectedly" in the morning, so that he wouldn't laugh, be happy, go downstairs, buy pancakes, look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and be soulless , will not face the situation that I never thought of before!

wipe!

Mu Xiaobai took a deep breath, no matter how hard he was hit, he couldn't fall down.

People still have to survive.

What Mu Xiaobai didn't know was that, far away from Los Fairmont, a person also opened eyes that could never be opened again.

But the difference is that that person woke up on a gorgeous big bed.

Mu Xiaobai tidied up his confused thoughts.

First of all, he is a poor and white beautiful boy, only 19 years old.

Secondly, his name is Szerferro, he is a small town of Los Fairmont in the southwestern part of the mainland, and belongs to the Grand Duke of Nantmont J Berbaki.

In the end, he's an elf.

...Wait a minute, who told him why the elves don't have magic power and vindictiveness?Isn't the general setting that the elves are powerful!How did he mutate when he came here!

"Hey, there are good and bad elves." Ivy said strangely, "Szel, why do you seem to know nothing? You know very well that strong elves are strong, but weak ones are strong." It's really weak, so many elves with only appearance but no strength will be auctioned. Those elves are the most popular in the black market, because they live for a long time and stay young forever, so the price is also high. Oh, it's so pitiful , Fortunately, no one knows your beauty, Szel, you are the most beautiful I have ever seen, maybe your parents are good-looking, but they are far worse than you."

Mu Xiaobai: "..." In other words, his ancestors were very weak elves, and in his generation they are even weaker.

Mu Xiaobai froze for a moment: "I, of course I know. It's just... I still don't want to accept it."

When Ivy heard this, she felt even more sad, and hugged Mu Xiaobai: "Oh, my poor Szel."

Mu Xiaobai: "..."

A normal elf can live for 500 years, but now he is only 19 years old, hehe, he can live for hundreds of years, this is the only good thing I know these days.

But the problem is!He wants to live in poverty for 500 years!

How can this work!

Therefore, besides being sad that Mu Xiaobai didn't cherish the time to take care of his parents before, what he thinks most about is how to make money.

According to Aunt Ivy, he is looking for death for such a beautiful useless elf to show his face, so he still has to continue to be a bard.

Moan!tour!poetry!people!

Mu Xiaobai covered his heart and silently swallowed a mouthful of old blood. He had to realize that he was a liberal arts man who only memorized the three subjects of politics, history and geology in high school. He only knew ancient poetry and classical Chinese in Chinese!

But God knows that the place he crossed is Western Fantasy!Western fantasy!Not the old East, so those poems are useless!

God knows what Chinese poetry looks like when it is translated, it loses any charm!

And he doesn't know any of those Western poems!

What's even more frightening is that the bard is going to sing those things out!

Sing!out!Come!

Mu Xiaobai closed his eyes, thinking that God must be joking with him.

In his previous life, his voice was not very good. Although it was not out of tune, his singing was average. Therefore, when many people sang without any scruples, he chose to keep his mouth shut and listen to others singing. He didn't know how to order songs in KTV , just eating and drinking in silence.

Such a him, going to sing?

Damn, this is really playing with him, right?

Influenced by the rotten girl, he has also read one or two BL novels. Aren't the protagonists there all relying on their abilities in a certain area to shine?How did everything change when I came to him?

Without space, without special skills, without a system, he is alone, and the poor are the only ones left.

Mu Xiaobai was thinking hard, and most importantly, he didn't dare to speak in front of everyone.

Maybe it's cowardice, maybe it's low self-esteem, in short, he is a big man, but he is a bit unmanly.

Mu Xiaobai was about to cry, Aunt Ivy couldn't support him forever, besides Aunt Ivy is a human being, and she is about to die, so what should he do?

Rolling on the bed sadly for a day, and looking at his gradually recovering figure, Mu Xiaobai knew clearly that he couldn't stay for long.

His own quill has long been out of ink, and he can only borrow Aunt Ivy's. He can't understand the words here at all, but God knows how he can speak and understand.

According to his thinking, Western poetry is to be gorgeous!Yes, it needs to be a long and gorgeous string. When singing, the feeling is like entering a holy heaven!To bring hope and light to people!

Mu Xiaobai's eyes went dark, how did he know what heaven is like, he has been living in hell these days.

Fortunately, he prefers to watch Western movies, such as The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit. The music in them can still give him a good feeling, and he can cope with singing, anyway, his voice is very nice.

The rest, then, is poetry.

How should he write it?Why sing?The bard is a know-it-all for spreading news, but he doesn't mention the news. Everything about this world is still heard from an aunt. Can there be anything more depressing than this?

But Mu Xiaobai has been resigned for so many years, and he still thought of a countermeasure all at once.

There is no news about him, but there is a good saying, the stories are all made up. Which of the narratives in his junior high school is not made up?Besides, even if there is no news, it doesn't mean he can't praise the beautiful history of this continent!

But when he moved the pen, Mu Xiaobai was distressed again.

Poetry is something that is not about one or two points.

Aunt Ivy watched Mu Xiaobai from the crack of the door, feeling more and more worried.

Recently, she kept seeing Szell write some spells similar to cubes in the notebook, and she was really worried that the child would not think about it.

Mu Xiaobai, who has been raised at Aunt Ivy's house for a week, has finally regained his human appearance. At the same time, his first poem has been completed, but he doesn't know if there is a market for it.

So, under Aunt Ivy's sympathetic and encouraging eyes, Mu Xiaobai covered his face and went to the center of the town coyly.

To be honest, today was the first time he went out.

The scenery outside was really similar to what he had imagined.

Some attics, warm-colored bricks and tiles, all kinds of people, wearing clothes with Western fantasy characteristics, passing carriages, children playing, and a large fountain in the center of the town.

The statue in the fountain is the hero of this continent, the Count of Atla thousands of years ago.

Count Atla is a human being, but he is respected by all races.In addition to his super strength, he also has a sincere and simple heart. He is kind, noble, and helps the poor.

No matter where he goes, as long as he meets someone who needs help, he will lend a helping hand without hesitation, and even disperse his family's wealth.He has helped too many people, including all races, even a little stupid, some people cheated him, but he would not be angry, and still bless those people.

Later, his deeds were sung throughout the continent, and statues of him were erected in the centers of many places.

But after thousands of years, the number of people who sang about him has become less and less, almost extinct. Today's children just know that there is such a great person.Count Atla was gradually forgotten by people.

Only the morning dew, the flying birds will stay on his statue.

But today, what Mu Xiaobai wants to praise is Earl Atla, and it seems that it would be better to stand under the statue of the Earl.

Mu Xiaobai saw the statue from a distance, but he still hesitated, afraid and hesitant.

It was a dry day, but his back was sweating, and his face was a little red. Fortunately, it was covered so that others could not see it.

After tweaking for nearly 10 minutes, Mu Xiaobai closed his eyes, thinking of his own life and Aunt Ivy's encouragement, he decided to give it a try.

Although Szel was a bard, he didn't come out very often, and the town didn't know much about him. At this time, seeing a man standing under the statue clearing his throat, he was still a little curious.

This small town is not big, and there are not many bards. Some children saw it and surrounded it excitedly.

Seeing that the crowd gradually increased, Mu Xiaobai knew that he had no choice but to shoot. Even if he would be scolded and thrown rotten eggs later, he couldn't run away now.

This is his first step!

It's okay to let his parents down in his previous life, but this time he can't continue to be a turtle.

Mu Xiaobai closed his eyes, and the poem he wrote appeared in his mind, and he slowly opened his mouth.

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