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Chapter 207 0206: Composer
"How do you see and write?"

Ken led the team out of the cave, and at the same time asked Clayt about it.

The badge on the opponent's burqa is very eye-catching.

Among bards, those who can use gold thread to sew patterns are highly sought after by the world.

Clayte can easily cross the border without relying on his own name, and even the local kings and princesses will be proud of it, not to mention those... arty noble groups.

"Look with your heart," he said, "and it's accurate."

Ken shook his head and said, "Why do you call me a pioneer, and how do you guess about my mental activities? I'm afraid you can't even see my expression."

Crete suddenly stopped and faced him.

Kuima raised her hand in front to signal, while Bolton and the mercenaries also stood still surrounded by giant beasts, waiting for the two to completely end the conversation.

Kretham raised his hand and circled Ken's outline from a distance: "You exude an aura that makes people cling to you, and your followers are all warriors with extraordinary skills, and they are so obedient and docile when they are around you. , it must be your ambition that can lead all hearts that surrender."

He raised his hand and took two steps closer.

That kind of elegance is different from the luxurious temperament of [Selina], but another kind of wild literary style, with a charm precipitated from popular poetry collections.

Kretem continued: "I don't read words, I only judge by feelings."

His gray pupils did not have any focus.

The hand that kept swinging like a palace commander finally hovered in front of Ken's heart.

He said: "I never answer vulgar questions, but only appease restless noises."

Ken nodded.

He has no experience in dealing with literary lunatics. Although communication is difficult, Kreiter does have a kind of outstanding temperament.

The team moved on and then joined Wusenbu.

In the circle drawn by the fern tribe, five [Blood Plague Giant Beasts] lay quietly. These behemoths turned their eyes white and were waiting for further domestication.

Just as Ken was about to introduce, he suddenly raised his hand to signal Wu Senbu to keep silent.

He asked Crait: "What is the world in front of you like?"

"A twilight climber, a sheep-headed mask with a long history, and a vigorous eagle hovering in the sky."

Claire said so.

He turned his head, and the cloud mask seemed to flutter for a while.

He continued: "Why are there behemoths making noise? Their souls are restless. Temptation is indeed the way to start cooperation, but it is not the best answer."

Ken's back went numb, and he felt he should stop it.

The words of the bard are undoubtedly questioning the authority of the fern tribe in taming animals.

The strange old man of the Sacrifice Clan is not used to everyone.

But surprisingly, Usenbu didn't get angry.

He nodded calmly, even put his hands behind his back, and took the initiative to give up his position: "Come on, the communication process, please give me some advice."

Kill it!

Everyone thinks it's flattery.

"Don't worry, wait a minute. When I came to the north to draw inspiration last time, I also wrote corresponding works, but I lived in the capital when I created them, and I used the Achinango language."

Without saying a word, Clayton began to take out a draft from his burqa.

Ken could tell the guy really wanted to teach.

But what really surprised him was that Wu Senbu didn't seem to be angry. Instead, he waited calmly—without urging or sarcasm, and even asked the adjutant to bring a torch to help illuminate.

"He's blind, the light means nothing," Quema said.

Wusenbu said: "This is to let me see clearly."

Kreiter seems to be able to recall all the words without touching the old manuscript.

He took out half a wooden branch to create on the nearby cliff, and translated the works in memory into [Uma language].

"How many languages ​​do you know?" Ken couldn't help asking.

Kreiter said: "It depends on how many kinds of beauty in the world are worth describing with a special perspective. They are different tones on the drawing board, drawing different magnificence."

He took a step and swiped his pen, eloquently.

【Score Collection: Breath of the Wilderness】

【Grade: A】

[Description: Freedom, restraint, and coexistence. 】

"Thank you very much, you are a wise psychic, the people at the junction of two rivers in Beichuan, I feel the beauty of life for you."

The etiquette used by Usenbu is not low in the northern culture.

He turned to Ken to answer his doubts.

There is a special group on the Usua continent. They are born with disabilities, but that is a restriction made after the gods bestowed their talents.

Known as, Miling.

Some extreme villages will mistake them for the successors of evil witchcraft, but in the orthodox "Northern Old Testament", their wisdom and status have long been recognized.

Clayte was not blind, but became a bard.

His greatest talent lies in casting life into music, and those who have read it can gain understanding from it, or more directly, transform it into strength.

Everyone in the fern tribe is memorizing the music score.

Wusenbu has been immersed in wild beasts for many years, so he can naturally understand the way, but he regrets that he has no props suitable for playing: "If I asked clearly, I should bring the horn of the beast from the tribe and use it to play. Maximize efficiency."

In the end, he chose to use the roar to try.

The fern tribe lives with wild beasts, and children can imitate the calls of animals in the forest at a very young age, and those strange or weird calls are even easier to come by.

Gradually, a way of contact or communication is simulated.

[Skill: Beast Roar]

Wusenbu took the lead.

He jumped with strange steps, put his palms around his mouth, and with the strength of his body colliding with his tongue and teeth, he actually issued a faint ripple that resembled the aftertaste of magic.

Ken felt dizzy.

His upper limit of magic power is actually the lowest among all the battle flags. Those turbulent powers, especially when Selina tries new tricks, will often affect him.

Usenbu seems to be dancing the dance of the festival.

But the mana he consumed at this time was enormous, and several adjutants joined in separately to share the rest of the score, which made his frown slightly loosen.

Ken looked at what happened in front of him, and seemed to remember something.

He remembered leading the refugees to end their migration and return to Sandun Kaya at night. Once there was a dancer from a remote tribe dancing beside the bonfire.

That kind of ceremony is also carrying out some kind of consumption.

Wusenbu consumes magic, while the other party consumes the loss of life, or things like belief and obsession.

In short, judging from the information analyzed from the remarks, that kind of dance can only be used twice in a lifetime, and the most important and respected people are often eligible to enjoy it.

Ken also met an old god for this.

The reason why he felt that the scene in front of him was extremely familiar was because of the symbol transformed by the old god...

It is also the head sheep.

(End of this chapter)