Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 519: Bards in the Tavern
The wind blew gently in the wilderness, the white birch trees on the hill swayed, and the few people passed through the rolling wheat fields and saw a traveler riding a horse and playing the flute not far away.

"Anyway, this place really feels like a different world."

Walking on the dirt path, the withered yellow grass leaves struggled to grow, and the slender stems and leaves trembled in the wind. Several people looked at the orange sun and hills in the distance, expressing their own feelings.

"The white stone ruins on the hill over there must be the former watchtower." Odney raised her finger.

"That's right. The townspeople said it was on the hill."

"How bad was it?"

"It is said that rats gnawed the wooden beams inside, and then it collapsed due to wind and rain."

“Is there no one to maintain it?”

"I don't know, maybe someone maintained it before." As they talked, they came to the foot of the hill and looked up into the distance.

Going up the ramp, the six people came to the collapsed watchtower and looked around.

"How should this be maintained? The commission didn't specify. Do we really have to build it brick by brick?"

"I don't know. There are no hints at all. Maybe this is also a kind of freedom. It depends on how you plan to complete it."

"Since this is a game, there will be unsolvable commissions. Let's look for it in the ruins first."

The six men walked among the rubble and collapsed buildings, looking around and occasionally kicking away bricks to see if there was anything hidden.

"It doesn't seem like anything, hey." Blanche just said this when she tripped over a stone under her feet and almost fell on the bricks.

Fortunately, she was a Sequence 4 transcendent and was not so fragile. She reacted quickly and then supported herself on the ground to steady herself.

"Phew, I almost got my skin scraped."

She looked at the white ash on her hands and wanted to wipe it off, but suddenly she saw something different out of the corner of her eye.

"Wait, what is this?" She looked carefully along the line of sight, then moved the stone bricks on top.

"It looks like a weapon." She saw the cold and hard metal part.

"What did you find?" Shui Yanqing walked over.

Then the two of them worked together to move the stone away, revealing the double-edged axe lying inside.

"Wow, it's really beautiful. There are even tiny words engraved on it."

Hearing what the two had discovered, the others gathered around.

Both sides of the axe are like crescent moons, with crisscrossing vine patterns near the edge of the blade, and a line of elvish inscriptions in the middle of the axe.

'The Glory of the Royal Family'

Stroking the axe blade, Orles read out the ancient elven inscriptions on it, and then the axe glowed with a faint silver light, and lines of data emerged.

'Glory of the Royal Family': A silver two-handed axe of excellent quality. It is said to be a high-level weapon used by the queen's royal guards. It has a strong armor-piercing ability and is heavy and durable. (Bound)
"No matter how you look at it, this is an extremely powerful weapon in the early stages." Pulin nodded.

"It's a pity that we don't have 'Axe Soldier' ​​in our team right now, so no one can equip it."

"With this, breaking through the hippopotamus' defense will be a piece of cake."

"Now that Ores and Prin haven't changed their jobs yet, it would be enough for them to have one axe soldier." Everyone suggested.

"Wait a minute, it seems to have been bound."

Seeing the last word "bound", and looking at Orlais's face full of regret, everyone present suddenly laughed.

“I always feel like it will be a difficult choice.”

"It's over. Now Orlesi has to be a heavy armor warrior."

“This is probably a huge challenge.”

"When advanced weapons appear in the early stages, there will definitely be some restrictions. I didn't expect the trap to be to read out the elf inscriptions on them."

"It's rare for Orles to see the elven language, so it's inevitable that she would be able to remember it."

"Although we don't know how to repair this sentry tower, Orles' job change should be put on the agenda."

"Don't make decisions for me." Orlais stood up a little angrily, her long silver hair falling in the afterglow of the setting sun, the silver and gold colors complementing each other, like an old famous painting.

"I don't want to be a heavy armor warrior. It's too ugly." She didn't like it.

"But there are powerful weapons."

"It's very strong, why don't you try it?"

"Please, Orles."

"You will love this job, our beautiful silver-haired princess."

Although she felt a little uncomfortable, under everyone's praise and coaxing, Orlais was a little lost, and finally nodded and agreed with difficulty, changing her job to "Axe Soldier" to use this rare weapon.

"Hahaha, it looks like the mission has been solved. But it's getting late now, why don't we return to town?"

"Ah."

So the six of them took the double-edged axe back to the tavern in the town.

In the candlelit tavern, listening to the clinking of wooden wine glasses, the six people sat at the old wooden table with curiosity, listened to the townspeople's conversation and boasting, and then asked the clerk what to eat.

"The main course in the evening is fried egg bread, baked potato cubes, and served with sour fruit, ham slices, and vegetable soup."

"Is there anything else?"

"No more. Actually, these are great. Try them, little girls." The aunt introduced confidently.

"Then give us six servings of fried egg bread, two plates of baked potato wedges, one plate of rose hips, one plate of ham slices, and two servings of vegetable soup."

"Okay, just wait a moment."

Then the six of them waited expectantly, and at this time Pulin also put the double-edged axe on the table and looked at it carefully.

"It has a beautiful curve and a sharp edge. The oak handle has anti-slip patterns and is well weighted, so it's very easy to use."

"Has Ores ever learned to use an axe?" Tilan thought for a moment and asked.

"No, why would I learn how to use a weapon that is totally inconsistent with my image and temperament?" She didn't want to be associated with such vulgar things, and always felt a little embarrassed.

"Too biased." Tilan smiled and blinked, gently took Ores' hand and placed it on the axe.

"Feel it carefully and get used to its weight."

"Although it is not as light as a sword, the axe's heaviness is also the source of its power."

Although she was a little reluctant, under Tilan's persuasion, Orlais decided to give it a try. She slowly grasped the axe handle and held it in front of her. Seeing that everyone was looking at her with a smile, she felt a little embarrassed, so she put it down again.

Sensing the change in Orlais's mind, Tilan came behind her and helped her again, and the four of them put their hands together to hold the axe.

"Everyone is just curious, not trying to laugh at you. Don't worry, you are the perfect ice elf lady. People's perception of a princess won't change because of this. Besides, doesn't it look very heroic to see Orles holding this weapon? It feels like a scene from a classical legend."

"At this critical moment of national crisis, the once dignified and beautiful princess had to take up her weapon and rush to the battlefield. She rode on a tall white horse, her long silver hair and cloak fluttering in the wind, her horse neighing, her shining weapon held high, behind her were thousands of fellow knights, and countless held high swallow-tailed flags. For a moment, the whole field was golden, and the setting sun was as red as blood..." The girl told a distant story, and her voice and the sound of the lyre she played echoed in the quiet tavern, like a melodious poem chanting, taking people into that magical and beautiful world.

Orlais sat at the table, staring blankly at the silver axe blade in her hand. The mirror-like surface reflected the candlelight, which flickered and swayed slightly, revealing her face and her slightly lined eyebrows, as if she saw herself in another time and space.

In this way, the ice elf lady finally let go of her worries and agreed to use this weapon well.

…………

After a long time, when the aunt brought the prepared dinner, everyone woke up from the story in the poem.

Blanche carefully touched the steaming baked potato with her hand, and rolled it a few times in her hand before gradually getting used to it. Then she carefully peeled off the skin and slowly started to eat it.

"Originally, fried egg bread is made by sandwiching fried eggs between slices of bread." Odney looked at the two slices of bread and the fried egg in her hands.

"Although I say that, the freshly fried eggs have a little bit of browning and heat, as well as the taste of salt, and the combination with the bread slices tastes great."

"The rosewood fruit is really sour." After Pulin ate one, she felt like her eyes were about to close.

"This is used to dilute the greasy taste of the main dish. Of course, you can't eat it in one bite. Just squeeze out some juice."

“Is this how people ate in ancient times?”

"In ancient times, there probably wasn't such good bread and fried eggs. It's not that they didn't exist, but it's a bit of a luxury for ordinary people to eat them every day."

"I guess black bread is the staple food of many farmers. What we eat now is considered excellent white bread."

The group enjoyed a slightly novel dinner and talked about various interesting stories about the classical era. After dinner, it was time to rest.

There are guest rooms on the second floor of the tavern, two people in a room. The furniture inside is quite medieval in style, and the walls are made of exposed stone bricks, which is very simple.

"Shall we go to bed first?" After all, it was not even 9 o'clock yet, and people generally did not go to bed so early nowadays.

"Go to bed. I'm a little sleepy."

We did experience a lot today, so we all went our separate ways and returned to our rooms, ready to take a hot bath and go to bed early.

Then, they discussed the issue of room allocation. Because of their close relationships, Orlais could not sleep in the same room with Shui Yanqing, Pulin, and Audney. The same applies to Pulin and Audney.

"That is to say, Tilan can sleep with almost anyone, because she is not only a familiar classmate among the four of us, but also a good friend of Pulin from the same hometown, and an old acquaintance of Odni."

"Hehe, although this is the truth, saying this makes me feel like a bad person who is promiscuous and irresponsible." Tilan covered her head.

"Tilan is so fickle~" Shui Yanqing joked with a smile.

"How about this, I won't fight with you for Tilan, I can just sleep in the same room with Blanche." She offered, and Blanche nodded. Although Blanche had a lot of good feelings for Tilan, she was not that clingy. In her heart, Shui Yanqing and Tilan were both very good friends, people who always took care of and cared about her.

Of the remaining four people, Odney looked at Tilan and then at Pulin, and finally made a difficult decision, "Pulin and I will share a room."

Although the two of them couldn't have a very good relationship due to competition, they were the only two freshman singers in the first grade and often went to get out of class together, so they were not strangers to each other. If she chose Tilan, then Orlais would have to share a room with Pulin, whom she was completely unfamiliar with, which would be very awkward.

"I have no objection." Pulin nodded. She didn't really care about it. It was just a nap, and there was more than one bed. They had taken enough naps together during this period.

The last ones were Tilan and Orlais. They came to the room in the corner of the second floor together. Orlais placed the double-edged axe next to the wall of the room.

There was a small bathroom in the room with a wooden tub for bathing and a brass showerhead that sprayed hot water.

"Although it's an imitation of the Middle Ages, it still has some modern style." Tilan looked at the sink and shower head.

"If we really study the Middle Ages, we will probably have to bring water up to take a bath." Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shake her head. That would be too torturous. After all, we are not really going back to that era.

Even in that era, extraordinary people had many ways to heat water, so there was no need to go through so much trouble.

"Oles, would you like to take a shower first?" She turned around and found that Oles was sitting on the bed looking through the photos taken today, which included scenes of several people fighting wild boars, fighting wild wolves on the roadside, and running away from hippos.

"Was it taken by Ores?" Tilan asked curiously.

"Oh, no, it was Blanche who took the photo, and I asked her to send it to me."

"I didn't think so at the time, but now looking at the photos I find it quite interesting." She slid her finger across the screen and spoke softly.

"I used to be busy with singing and performing as a singer. Come to think of it, this is probably the first time I've been so 'crazy'." She considered for a moment and used this rarely mentioned word.

"Although the process always feels a bit embarrassing, I'm still quite happy." After saying this, she raised her head.

"Where's Tilan?"

"Very happy too." The girl replied softly.

Although they were both happy, Tilan felt that her reaction was different from Orlais'. Although this kind of fun was new, she had played many similar role-playing games with her classmates when she was a child, and played monster-fighting games together, so she was not particularly surprised.

But Orlais seemed a little different. She came from an excellent family and was probably taught very strict etiquette and status constraints since she was a child. She never had the freedom to play like her when she was a child. This was probably a side effect of her aristocratic family status. No wonder Orlais couldn't let go.

Thinking of this, Tilan and Ores told each other stories about their childhood.

"At that time, I was pulled over by a few friends and asked to play the role of a princess caught by a dragon..." Thinking of the simple and innocent scenes in elementary school, Tilan couldn't help laughing again.

She was actually a little scared at that time, as she was ordered by everyone to play various roles, but fortunately, Yilin was always by her side to protect her, so she felt at ease most of the time.

Listening to Tilan telling stories about the past, Orlais listened quietly, imagining how timid Tilan was at that time, and she couldn't help but smile.

"It's great that Tilan had so many friends when she was a child." She said enviously.

"My words..." She thought for a moment.

"Maybe there are some familiar peers, but they are still a little unfamiliar from the friends described by Tilan." In fact, there were quite a few people around her when she was a child, but her family always taught her to be polite and to understand the reasons why the other person approached her.

Unlike ordinary families, the relationships in the family she came from were bound to be mixed with many considerations of interests. Even when children played together, the companions around her were all screened by adults from both sides.

She gradually became aware of this as she grew up, and it became difficult for her to look at those familiar people in the past with a pure eye.

In addition, because she was born into a prominent family and had been the focus of attention since childhood, it was difficult for her to be as free and unrestrained as Tilan and the others, because many of her unintentional words and actions would be magnified by the media and exaggerated by her competitors and those who were paying attention to her. This forced her to develop the habit of paying attention to her etiquette and image since childhood.

Over the years, she has gradually learned to use a mature mask image to deal with various media and outsiders, but as an individual, she still feels lonely inside and hopes to communicate her true side with others.

In the past, I was surrounded by ordinary people and there were many things we couldn’t communicate with. But since I entered university last year, I have had several companions who are also singing girls, and I have been able to slowly vent some of the things in my heart.

The two chatted until the time slowly approached ten o'clock in the evening.

"No, if it's any later, we won't be able to get up tomorrow." During this period of special training, Idelia always asked them to get up at six o'clock.

The two just stood up, and then thought about the fact that there would be no special training tomorrow, so they smiled at each other and felt relieved.

"Who's going to take a shower first?" Tilan asked.

"Tilan want to come with us?"

"No, because the barrel is too small." Tilan smiled and shook her head, then let Ores go first.

"Let's talk about taking a bath together later."

Ores felt a little regretful about this, but she felt a little happy when she thought of Tilan's later promise.

In fact, this was probably her first true friend, the kind of true friend with whom she could talk about everything.

(End of this chapter)