musicians of old

Chapter 333 The First Movement: The Poem of Awakening (10): Bazaar
"A little? How much is a little? Will it be a little???..."

Hearing this, Ann's lips stopped on the rim of the glass.

He's good looking and has outrageous answers.

"'All a little bit' or the previous 'instrument fell into the sea', which sentence is more likely?" She rested her chin on one hand and stared at Fanning.

"The former." Fanning resumed his previous demeanor.

The hot sea breeze blew by, and the girl's eyes under the hair were blinking again and again.

If the motive of showing off is to win favor, then such a boy is still very cute, of course, the premise is still to be good-looking.

Masai Negu, who was dressed as a knight, said at this time: "No matter what, the addition of Mr. Scheele will always add one or two more songs to the team, and it will always be something that brings joy and luck."

Chretien nodded in agreement.

Although he hasn't figured out the reason why the "guiding man" proposed to let Scheler follow him, he can understand the subtext above: people who use the banner of a troubadour will never create something out of nothing... At least Mr. It's going to be a music guy, not some engineering or chemistry guy...

Ann thought so too.

Luna, who was standing aside, felt that things were developing in a direction she didn't expect.

Why are these people on the table already drinking water and chatting?
It is a good thing, but it seems that Mr. Masseinecourt made the situation out of his own judgment. These people are still questioning his status as a bard.

Luna thought for a while, quickly dropped a sentence, and then stepped down the balcony:

"Mr. Scheler, please wait a moment, I will come back as soon as I get back to the hotel."

"You forgot the umbrella." Fanning enjoyed the cold water without looking back.

"Ah!" She kicked back twice, propped up the delicate little black umbrella, and trotted away under the scorching sun.

During the period, Marseille Negu and Ann asked a few questions again, and Fan Ning answered and chatted freely according to his mood.

About 5 minutes later, the little girl came back out of breath. Her pale forehead was beaded with sweat, and she was carrying a small satchel made of knots in her hand. The colored stripes and flower decorations fluttered in the sea breeze.

"The journey has not yet begun, so there is no need to rush to cash in." Fan Ning drank the last sip of juice, and slowly scraped the avocado on the side of the glass with a spoon.

"There is something more urgent than this." She stretched out her small hand and fanned her face, "I want to buy a violin for you, can I invite you to go to the market to choose?"

A strange look flashed across Fanning's face, but he quickly reaffirmed his identity in his heart.

"Thank you, generous and beautiful little girl." He stood up.

"See you later." An said goodbye to him warmly, and got some attention from him, but not as much as she expected.

The eldest sister Camilla cast a playful look, which made her return to her table annoyed.

There were only two people left at the table.

Looking at the backs of one tall and one short in the square, Chretien made a look, signaling to send a guard to keep an eye on the foreigner.

But he was immediately stopped by Marseille Negu who was next to him with gestures.

Chretien finally asked in doubt: "Mr. 'Guide', can you tell me your intention?"

"I never thought he would be a troubadour, it was just a chance meeting on the beach and a melancholy temperament that frightened the child. Although a 'discolored person' is useless in the family, I always want to make sure The basic safety of members."

Masai Negu waited until the backs of the two people on the square disappeared completely, then lowered his voice and said slowly:
"He is a man of knowledge."

Chretien's eyes were fixed, and he confirmed in disbelief: "You said Scheler? Is he the same person as you? Then you can't let him and Luna be alone."

Masai Negu's eyes stayed on the place where the two disappeared: "His plan is to follow the caravan to the city of Tia. I am worried that in his mind, this plan will not change because of 'rejection or acceptance', so No matter what his actual purpose is, I hope that he will be in the light and not in the dark all the way, this is the reason why I suggest you welcome him to join..."

"For the same reason, the process of going to the market to buy musical instruments before departure must be pleasant. There is no need to worry too much about it. On the contrary, if you send someone to follow you, there is a risk of offending this person after being discovered, even if I personally Go check it out."

"Is he stronger than you?" Chretien heard the premise of the "Guide"'s words.

If this is not the case, another set of lower-risk and more proactive analysis logic can be used.

"It's possible, but I'm not sure." Marseillegut frowned, but his words remained unchanged.

"He gave me a very strange feeling. At first I felt that the intensity of his inspiration was only close to mine, but as the contact process deepened, I found that I could not see through his spiritual essence more and more. It seemed to be a texture. Or extremely high-level characteristics, from time to time I have a revelation that I have no resistance to resist... But I feel repeatedly that he is just outstanding in temperament, and the strength of pure inspiration should only be comparable to mine... In short, repeatedly Fu, not sure."

This fourth-level sage who studies "Jin" only feels that Scheler is on par with him for a while, and can't see the details at all for a while.

"What you said made me feel a little uneasy." Chretien frowned and smiled bitterly, "If he is stronger than you, the gift of 50 pounds will not be able to explain his motivation at all... I began to hope that he is really a troubadour .”

"That would be even more inexplicable." Masai Negu, who was sitting upright, glanced at him, "Then his status would be even higher, and the gifts he received would be even more unmatched."

Chretien's expression froze.

……

Fan Ning felt that the difference between the street scene of the United Principality of Phaidon and that of the Tioleen Empire was not as great as he imagined.

If the sea breeze is not considered, if the high temperature is not considered, if the discussion is limited to the construction and transportation facilities of small towns.

The world has entered the age of steam for nearly 200 years. Although the development process of each continent is different, the difference between Bakriso Port and Gogol Town is the comparison between "the 21st century and the 80s", not "the modern era and the [-]s". ancient times" such a large time span gap.

The distinctive feature lies in the details.

The streets of the market are wide and clean, and there are not many carriages. Many missing grounds are replaced by black gravel or brown-green turf. The little girl next to her is calmly leading herself through the crowd. From this perspective, she can only see Her ivory button-down boots and little black umbrella.

On both sides are stalls under umbrellas of various colors, and further inside are mixed but not high ridges, vaults or flat roofs. The venetian blinds outside the store windows are all light-colored paint, and there are various succulent flower pots with strange shapes outside. .

Not long after walking, Fanning squatted down curiously under a white parasol, so Luna also stopped.

Three or four barbed wire cages, the lower half of which is a water tank structure, each cage holds a toad, they are very large, over 15 centimeters, dark red all over, and make a weak and low cry from time to time.

Fanning's curiosity lies in the Lange language written on the sign.

"Why is a penny and a half so cheap? . . . "

"Although I don't think toads are edible, it takes a lot of effort to catch and raise such a big one, right?"

"The key four are all sold for only 6 pence... Could it be that the price is a small unit of weight?" He whispered various guesses.

"Mr. Scheler, you misunderstood." Luna next to her had a strange expression.

"It's a brand that says, pay a penny and a half and you can lick it."

(End of this chapter)