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Marika: "Where's your best skill?"

"Then tell me what you can do." The dwarf stuffed the photo frame into the drow's hand.

Marika took a look and simply admitted, "I don't recognize this style. Where's Misha Sara?"

The cat man shook his head and didn't even take the photo frame: "I am a cat man. Our highest understanding of architecture is tents. How can we tell what architectural style is?"

So the frame came into Gaotrick's hands.

Gotrek: "No."

Flint: "I thought you were going to yell 'high.'"

The barbarian scratched his head and carefully returned the photo frame to the king.

"Well," the king shrugged, "Do any of you know a bard? Maybe they can recognize him. And since there shouldn't be any battles today, I think we can give it a try."

Just then, two servants entered the room carrying a large piece of raw meat. "Excuse me, Your Highness, where should we put it?"

Xiao Bai slammed the table in front of him: "Here, here!"

Elizabeth pointed at Xiaobai and said, "Put it in front of her."

After the meat was put down, Xiaobai grinned and was about to pounce on it, but suddenly he looked down at his new clothes, then looked at the meat in embarrassment, and then at the clothes.

Elizabeth walked over, picked up the napkin next to her, and wrapped it around Xiaobai.

The werewolf girl then began to feast on the food.

The dwarf looked straight at the werewolf: "She actually values ​​her clothes?"

"This is probably the first good piece of clothing she has gotten." The king shrugged, glanced at Xiaobai and said, "By the way, before we look for the bard, let's get to know each other first. This is Xiaobai, our druid, a werewolf."

Marika asked worriedly, "Don't werewolves become bloodthirsty when the full moon comes?"

Wang: "Yes, so when the full moon comes, she should be allowed to hunt wild animals and eat their blood."

Everyone looked at Xiaobai eating raw meat.

Marika: “What’s the difference from now?”

Wang: "The meat has been killed, so there is no blood. She should be fed alive when it is one month old. That's my guess."

The drow's expression became serious: "If your little wolfhound hurts His Highness..."

Xiaobai: "I'm not a dog! I'm not!"

Wang: "Don't worry, she won't. Okay, everyone, don't waste time, introduce yourselves, and then we'll go find the bard."

Chapter 61 The Prototype of the Saint's Legend

After Xiaobai finished his meal, Wang and his team appeared on the second floor of the Three Wild Boars Tavern.

Perhaps because the entrance to the sewer was well hidden, the three wild boar taverns were not attacked from underground.

When the group appeared, they heard noise and music coming from downstairs. It was obvious that the pub was doing very well today.

Elizabeth whispered, "Most of the taverns are in the downtown area, and almost all of them have been burned down. This is one of the few taverns left."

Wang: "But isn't this the critical time to prepare for the defense of the city? Why are there so many people drinking in broad daylight?"

Elizabeth said nothing, pulled the king out of the room, and stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor, looking down.

There were only old people and children below. The minstrel singing in the crowd and Bob behind the bar were the only two adult men.

Elizabeth: "Even the women have been mobilized to do manual labor. Now the only people who can spend time in the taverns are the elderly and children. By the way, the remaining taverns are food distribution points, so that the young laborers can work on the city wall with peace of mind."

Wang: "I see. Hey, that bard!"

Elizabeth was startled by him: "What are you doing..."

At this time, all eyes were focused on the second floor, including the gaze of the bard that Wang had just called.

An old man stood up tremblingly: "It's Her Royal Highness the Princess! My family, young and old, were all saved by Her Royal Highness! When the war is over, I will definitely find a craftsman to make a statue of Her Royal Highness and place it in my home for generations to worship!"

Another old lady echoed, "Yes! My little granddaughter is all thanks to your Highness's protection! I have decided that no matter what, I will send her to the castle and let her be your Highness's maid for the rest of her life!"

"Your Highness! We will always follow you!"

"You are the Saint of Langdon!"

"Yes, it was the Saint! I saw it with my own eyes. When those demons were rampant yesterday, Her Highness was holding a sword in her hand, with wings of light behind her!"

Elizabeth was dumbfounded and muttered, "But I'm a warlock. I didn't learn swordsmanship. I learned crossbows and bows and arrows."

Flint was unable to see the scene below because of his height and his sight was blocked by the railings. However, he still said: "It is normal to exaggerate during the process of spreading information."

Misha Sara blinked her eyes and smiled, "It looks like the story of a saint has begun to take shape."

Wang nodded: "Yes, it is also a great experience to witness the formation of a legend."

Amid the praises of the people below, the bard began to play his lud, singing: "The shameless demon emerged from the ground, and the white saint raised her sword high..."

The dwarf muttered, "I don't understand poetry, but this rhyme is terrible, isn't it?"

Wang: "I don't understand poetry either, but rhyming is a technical job, and it's really bad. I don't think this bard can answer our questions. His performance ability is obviously not up to standard, and he doesn't look like an experienced bard."

Elizabeth was about to answer the king when the bard spoke up, "Your Highness, everyone says that the dragon that saved the city of Langdon is owned by you. Is that true?"

The people around exclaimed, "Your Highness actually owns the dragon?"

"Yesterday, Long personally saved Your Highness and even knelt before Your Highness in the square! I saw it with my own eyes!"

Wang frowned: "What? I don't have it..."

But no one listened to him. Some people among the people were already saying, "Her Highness has always cared about animals. Not long ago, she sent someone to ask me where the stray cats I often feed on the street are!"

"Yes, I've been asked that question too! It's no surprise that such a kind-hearted prince has a dragon!"

Elizabeth was so embarrassed that she almost dug a hole in the wood of the railing with her hands.

The cat-man teased, "Where's the dragon you own?"

Just as Elizabeth was about to speak, the king's voice drowned out the noise in the room: "I used dragon magic to transform it."

All the noisy people below stopped and looked at Wang in surprise.

The bard confirmed on behalf of everyone: "You used... magic to transform it?"

Wang: “To be precise, it is…”

Elizabeth: "He used magic."

As she said this, the princess stepped hard on the wizard at the place where the railing blocked her. The wizard closed his mouth and let everyone marvel at "it's actually magic".

The bard then asked, "You must be able to cast spells above the sixth level, right? After all, you can transform into a dragon!"

The king immediately frowned. Dragon Transformation was at least a seventh-level spell. The fact that the bard asked this question meant that he didn't know. For a bard who had always seen a lot, this was not a good sign.

Of course, it could also be that the magic of dragon transformation is too rare. But combined with the poor performance of the bard just now...

While the king was hesitant, Elizabeth answered for him: "Yes, he is a powerful wizard, and he is the successor of that master."

She said the name of Wang's teacher.

The crowd downstairs was in an uproar, and some even began to pray to Wang.

The bard's reaction was the most exaggerated. His eyes widened and his mouth opened wide: "Is he the descendant of that person? Is he still alive?"

Wang: "Of course, and I'm very healthy. When I get to the new plane, I must go to a place of feasting and revelry to have some fun."

This sparked another round of discussion.

The bard wanted to ask something else, but Elizabeth pointed at his nose and said, "Come up, we have some questions for you."

**

After a few minutes, the bard looked at the wooden frame and shook his head: "No, I don't recognize this style of architecture."

Wang: "You must have been to many places. Have you never seen them?"

"I have indeed been to many places. I have been traveling since I graduated from the Bards' College in Monrovia. Before coming here, I have traveled to almost the entire Monrovia, and I have also traveled to most of the Electorate of Kosania..."

Wang shook his head: "You can go now. We don't want a novice like you."

After saying that, he snatched the photo frame and put it back into the dimensional bag. The bard looked at the dimensional bag and swallowed his saliva: "I say, you should need a bard, right? I have mastered several songs that can help in battle, and I can also..."

WANG: "No, you can't. The crisis we are dealing with is of great importance, and you are too inexperienced. And you are a human."

The bard looked puzzled. "I can accept the first reason. I have only been traveling for more than a year, and the places I have been to are all human territories. I have never seen a dwarf fortress..."

Flint: "Then your life has lost half its meaning."

Bard: "I am making parallels! I have never seen the beautiful tree city of the elves..."

Marika: “This isn’t much to see.”

Bard: "I'm making parallels! I haven't seen the Halfling Farm in the Shire either, but I am a bard after all. I learned hundreds of legendary stories at the academy in Monrovia, and I firmly believe that one day I will be able to participate in a story. Now that this opportunity is in front of me, I can't let it go!"

Wang: "But we don't need a freshman who just graduated from college."

The bard grabbed the king's hand and said, "No, no, no! I am willing to use everything I have to get this opportunity! If my fellow apprentices and my teacher knew that I got the chance to travel with that legendary disciple, they would be so envious that their eyes would pop out of their heads!"

Wang: "I have no intention of helping you murder your fellow apprentices and your teacher."

Elizabeth burst out laughing.

Bard: "No, no, no, no! Please let me stay! Even if I become one of your lambs, I'll be whipped by you every day!"

The king instantly showed a look of horror, shook his hand away, and shouted: "Gottrick, get him out!"

Elizabeth: “Hahahahaha!”

Gotrik grabbed the bard by the scruff of the neck and threw him out the door.

Wang: "I said please get him out."

The barbarian closed the door and turned back: "Gao?"

The wizard waved his hand: "It's okay."

Marica: "If a bard doesn't have the knowledge he gains from his travels, his use is limited to seducing the barmaids at every new tavern. At least he can get a lot of information in bed."

Flint: "I did meet a bard who wasn't so obsessed with this. He was a half-elf, and he ended his journey because he found true love. What now? Find another bard?"

Marika shook her head. "No, we wait here. Soon all the bards who heard the rumor will rush here. Who wouldn't want to join the team that just made a splash in the city defense battle? Especially since this team is clearly about to embark on a legendary adventure."