Otherworldly Time Thieves

Chapter 724 Invitation Letter (1)
The name Bordeaux reminds Lao Zhu of wine, but now it seems that the guy in front of him doesn't look like grapes at all.

Seeing Lao Zhu's surprise, Bordeaux also laughed: "Your Excellency, I am a bard. Although I am good at musical instruments, I am also good at dancing. I know that a dance must have a corresponding tune to match it. In a good mood, the tango that the Duke and Princess Emily danced at that time, in fact, I also saw it, maybe because of the music, there were some rigidities in the passionate movements."

This time, Lao Zhu admired it. This Bordeaux is really a talent in music. At that time, there were indeed some movements that were relatively blunt. It was because the rhythm of the song was wrong, but Lao Zhu took Emily to fool him. I didn't expect Bordeaux to show strength.

After being praised by Lao Zhu, Bordeaux said with some embarrassment: "Your Excellency, my bard friends and I also studied it carefully at the end of the ball, and found that we can't use our existing instruments at all. Playing that kind of beat, so I was thinking, is it possible that you also have a musical instrument that we don't know, the Duke, and only this kind of musical instrument can play this dance music?"

Bordeaux stood up, saluted Lao Zhu respectfully, looked at Lao Zhu with excited and fanatical eyes, and said: "Master Duke, I hope you can teach me how to play this instrument, I am willing I worship you as my teacher, please teach me with all your heart!"

As soon as Lao Zhu heard this, he immediately understood why Bordeaux had come to join him. Emotion is also a research fanatic, but unlike the goblins of Shanha, he studies music.

Lao Zhu is good at playing musical instruments, but if you want him to really play tango music with musical instruments, it is simply as difficult as climbing the sky. You know, there are not only piano performances in tango music, but also violin performances. There is no such thing in this world, and even if there was, Lao Zhu would not know how to play it.

Old Zhu can only play guitar...

When he was in the mercenary army, he and his comrades lived with their heads tied to their trouser belts. Even if they had free time, they would not play these elegant musical instruments. The only one they could play was , that is guitar, bass and drums.

Especially guitars, electric guitars!
People who are wandering on the edge of life and death are under a lot of mental pressure. No one can be sure when a stray bullet will pierce through the head and turn into a dead body. If you are lucky, when you win the battle, you will still die. If you are unlucky to be buried by your comrades, once you lose, I am afraid that even your own comrades will not have time to collect the corpse for you, and you can only turn it into a pile of fertilizer to nourish the earth.

The greater the pressure, the more room to vent. Gambling, drinking, and self-indulgent games naturally flourished in the mercenary army.

Lao Zhu is better, playing heavy metal music with a few comrades in arms to vent the pressure in his heart. Over time, Lao Zhu's electric guitar is also very good, and he has been able to rely on his own hands. Here comes the guitar.

(End of this chapter)