Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Vika was really hungry and looked almost embarrassed when eating, while Valery sitting next to him was taking his time, which formed a sharp contrast.

Mainly for Esther, eating is no longer a necessary supplement, but an extra activity to prevent the body from being starved to death.At the moment, she was more observing the situation in the tavern, secretly eavesdropping on the conversations of those drinkers, or inadvertently stealing their ideas.

Most of what they talked about was trivial life, mixed with laughing at each other or cursing from others.

The location here is not in the center of the city and far away from the port. Most of the drinkers are workers in processing factories or local fishermen. Pirates with abundant funds will choose those better bars instead of this remote place where the bottom of the cup is covered with grease. .

However, several people had the same girl in their heads, which made Esther glance at the cleared space in confusion. They all seemed to be waiting for her to perform.

Why does that lady look familiar...

Esther recalled the people she knew, but couldn't remember where she met them.

However, her doubts did not last long, and the door of the tavern was pushed open again.

Esther's strange things before were answered. No wonder the group of people were unhappy when they saw the two of them entering the door, and even had inexplicable hostility. It turned out that it was the singer girl who hadn't waited to see her.

The girl who walked in was wearing a hood and a cloak. Her beautiful figure was looming, but the falling shadow blocked her face.Her curly, smooth brown hair spread across her chest. Her height was only slightly shorter than 1.8 meters, which was about the same height as Valery, who Esther was currently parasitizing.

When she opened the door and came in, the cloak was lifted, naturally revealing another lyre around her waist. Seeing the lady dressed like this, the customers in the tavern suddenly became lively, and many people shouted the name of "Chantal" , whistled to greet her.

Esther noticed that the girl walked very fast, and there was a refreshing feeling in it, which made her raise her eyebrows subconsciously.

The girl gave a middle finger to some drunkards, which caused them to clap even harder and laugh.

Vika next to her couldn't help being attracted: "She looks very popular..."

Valery shook his empty glass at the bartender and motioned for him to refill the wine for the two of them and add an extra fish jelly dish: "I said, are the girls from Nas as tall as Fusac?"

When the bartender came over with the things, he enthusiastically shared this topic, as if he was a matchmaker to introduce the girl.The more Esther heard it, the more uncomfortable she became, so she hurriedly told the bartender to shut up and greet other guests, so as not to dawdle in front of her eyes.

Vika understood why Valery said this, he remembered that the elf lady who "possessed" Valery was not very tall... just because of jealousy?
Valery glared at Vika fiercely: "I advise you not to think about those things that are there or not."

Vika, who was caught in his inner thoughts, bowed his head and continued to eat, but when the sound of the lyre sounded, he, like the rest of the guests in the tavern, turned his gaze to the brown-haired girl.

Esther is no exception.

The brown-haired girl was sitting on a high stool, she had put down her hood, revealing her sharp face, looking quite sassy.Her appearance is not like that of Nass or Feysac, but more like the facial features of Intis in the Northern Continent, including darker hair and eyes.

She was wearing a leather jacket that covered her neck, her dark brown eyes were half-closed, and she was concentrating on playing the strings in her hands. Her fingers were long and rough, especially at the tiger's mouth.

When she spoke, the neutral singing voice immediately made Esther frown.

Esther moved her neck to hide her unnaturalness just now, and focused on the singer on the other side of the tavern.

It wasn't because the brown-haired girl had her throat squeezed out of her high-pitched voice, she wasn't bad at singing, and the folk-style song was even quite nice.

But there is a very strange feeling in her singing, which makes people want to listen and praise unconsciously.

Esther couldn't help but guess that even if this girl sang something that was not popular, it would still attract people's favor and she would not have any blasphemous thoughts at all.

No wonder these drinkers like her so much. This girl is just a wild extraordinary person. She is practicing her abilities here... No, maybe it's just for acting?
Esther tapped her fingers on the table to beat the rhythm of the lyre.

Perhaps it was because Valery shook his head along with the singing, and his bald head was very funny. When the brown-haired girl raised her eyes to scan the bar, her eyes stayed on the bar for two more seconds.

When the song ended, the people in the tavern applauded sparsely, but now there were no one whistling, and everyone's interest was not very high. The singing itself had a purifying and soothing effect.

This is different from Esther's singing. Her "pacification" is more to attract others and resonate to a certain extent, as if it is a special means to attract prey through mimicry.

The bartender threw an empty plate at the feet of the brown-haired girl, and only a few people put a few copper coins in it.

Vika glanced at Valery, swallowed the sausage in his mouth, saw that he was paying close attention to the brown-haired girl, and immediately asked, "Shall we leave later? That sounds good too."

"I don't care." Esther still couldn't remember where she had seen the brown-haired girl. She had no impression of the lady's appearance. Maybe she had done a disguise?
If you think about it this way...

The brown-haired girl didn't seem to enjoy the process of singing. Her expression was more cold and distant, and she didn't respond to the applause from the audience.

The brown-haired girl didn't play for too long. After singing six more songs, she picked up the tip plate on the floor and walked to the bar, where she happened to sit in the empty seat next to Valery.

Instead, Esther lowered her eyes and focused on the fish jelly in front of her. Maybe it wasn't just right, the lady sat here on purpose.

"Hey, Chantal, I didn't make much money today." The bartender came over with a smile, and leaned against the bar to watch the money.

The brown-haired lady called "Chantal" took out half of the copper coin and pushed it to the bartender who was standing by. Even when she was not singing, Ms. Chantal still whispered softly: "Old rules, Venue fees."

"You probably give him five more."

Hearing what the person next to him said, Chantal immediately turned his head away, and then realized that he was too tense, so he showed a very reluctant smile: "Why should I give more——"

A silver coin flew over in the air.

Chantal caught the coin quickly and rubbed it twice with his fingers, which fell into Esther's eyes.

Valery raised his glass to Chantal: "Good singing."

A generous drinker, he looks very strange, and looks like a Fusac mixed race.The friends next to him who were talking to each other looked like half-breed archipelagos, were they pirates?adventurer?Traveler?Not like an ordinary traveler.

Chantal was also looking at the bald man opposite. The indifference on this man's face was like a thick mask, which made Chantal subconsciously feel a sense of disobedience through the "spiritual intuition" enhanced by magical items.

Especially the red cloak on this man is very dangerous!
Before the other party spoke, Chantal's sense of fear was not so strong.

On the surface, Chantal squeezed out another smile: "Thank you for your generosity."

The bartender was very good at winking, and handed Chantal a glass of water: "You don't need to give it to me. Since this gentleman gave it to you, I won't snatch it from you."

Chantal rolled her eyes at him and said "poof" in her heart. If this stingy man was so generous today, he might not have gotten more benefits long ago.

Valery looked at the glass suspiciously: "You don't drink?"

Chantal nodded: "I don't like drinking."

The man who was holding a large glass of Nebos actually laughed: "It's good, it's a good habit."

wack.Chantal made such an evaluation in his heart, and swallowed slowly with a mouthful of clear water to relieve his dry throat from singing.

Vika didn't know what Valery was doing. He pretended to be deaf and stared at the bottom of the cup in a daze. He wanted to continue using food as an excuse to shut up, but almost everything on the table had been eaten.

Valery threw two more silver coins on the table, and looked at the bartender: "Where is the nearest hotel near here? It'd better be clean."

"Go out and go straight two streets to the right, and you will pass a blue sign, which is cheaper, but continue to walk three streets, and the second one with a white sign is cleaner, and you don't need ID."

Valery nodded, very satisfied with the bartender's answer: "Thanks. Vika, let's go."

"Ah? Good, good!" Vika quickly stood up from his seat, and followed Valery out of the bar.

When the red cloak left the bar, the side of the bar seemed to be painted with a strange color. The "Herring Tavern" seemed to have returned to its normal state, and the drinkers also withdrew their suspicious and probing eyes.

Chantal stared at the door. The tense sense of crisis gradually dissipated. She exhaled heavily and leaned lazily against the bar, not caring about the dirty countertop.

"Don't look, those two people asked for two boat tickets to Olavi, and they will leave in two days. You can help me run errands tomorrow. But if you want to have something to do with them, you have to weigh it How can I get so much charm?"

"You are really full of dirty thoughts. If I hadn't finished drinking all the water, I would have really wanted to hit you in the face." Chantal lowered her eyes and played with the silver coin in her hand, letting it pass between her fingers.

The bartender poured another glass of water for Chantal, and his voice was extremely low:
"I'm just giving you a heads up! Your father has been dead for several years, and the Church of Storms may still be searching for traces he left. What else can you do if you don't keep a low profile?
"Don't get involved with such people. Although I have never been out of Nass in my life, I can tell that they are dangerous."

Chantal showed a more natural smile: "I understand what you mean, they smell fishy."

The smell of the sea, the smell of blood, and maybe the smell of opportunity.

Chantal put her hand on her collarbone, where there was a pair of rings strung together. The golden ring had a line of small words outlined with silver thread, while the black ring was obviously similar in style, but it had an icy aura.