Old-time musicians

All the people who were watching with bated breath were stunned.

Chretien and Troyer looked at each other, and Camilla and Ann, who were hiding in another car and peeking, also looked at each other.

The bearded man, who had already walked toward the ship with his nose in his hands, turned back and froze in place motionless.

Wait, what just happened?

How come it's like this?

No matter how mysterious and powerful his temperament is, when his neck is stuck in the guitar, it may not make people feel mysterious. In fact... this man's expression is duller than the beard that just had his nose smashed.

The spiritual wall surrounding Masenegu had collapsed, and he choked with difficulty.

That idiot "Guide" didn't hide, he probably understood, but why didn't this high-ranking "Hua Touching Man" hide? Why don't you fight back but still look stunned by the guitar?

"The charm of the troubadour is so great. I regret that I didn't practice the piano well when I was a child, otherwise I would be at least as good as I am now." Masenegu was shocked and began to mutter to himself.

The crowd only saw the superficial appearance, and only the man in colorful clothes himself knew what it felt like.

He had already entered the ninth level for the first time, but just now he felt that his spirituality was surrounded by an invisible closed loop with lightning characteristics that was far higher than his own. As Fan Ning took off the purple strings, he was bound The feeling is a little less, but as long as there is a slight glitch in the thought that I invoke, there will immediately be a residual feeling of numbness and tingling.

The sharp wooden thorns in the piano case were all controlled by an inexplicable invisible force. They were suspended in the air on his neck and had penetrated into his skin. They were only a thin layer away from the arteries and blood vessels and could go further at any time. !

"?? Compensate?..." After Fan Ning spoke again, everyone thought they had heard wrong.

The man in colorful clothes began to fumble in his pocket with trembling hands, and then handed it over tremblingly.

"You only have 1 pound." Fan Ning said.

"No, I'm sorry..." The man fumbled again, and then handed over a larger gold coin with a denomination of 5 pounds.

Those wood thorn fragments ended their ready-to-attack state at the next moment, and the imminent threat dissipated, but they were still embedded in the skin, and were still only a thin line away from the arteries.

The man cautiously tried to move the guitar, and immediately felt a sharp stinging sensation. There was still a paralysis of electricity in his spirit. He adjusted lamely for a long time, but failed to make any substantial progress.

"You've already lost the money, how about you take it back slowly when you go back?" Fan Ning asked in a negotiating tone.

"Huh?? Okay, okay..."

The man felt that his spiritual paralysis had eased slightly, but it might take some time. He turned around with his guitar on his head, and the people carrying the gold coin boxes also began to retreat.

Although the "discolored ones" are also a rare group of people, the search and search targets are not the only ones. In comparison, the "sevenfold blessing" is more precious and important. It was enough that he had no trouble on this point before. Now he just wants to leave this unpredictable strength quickly. The farther away the capricious bard is, the better.

On the starlit beach, the last two people walking behind, one holding his nose, and the other a human-shaped self-propelled guitar, the scene was very absurd and funny.

"bite--"

The gold coin that retained the spirit of the bearer was blown away by Fan Ning's nails and then pinched. He looked at the backs of the group of people thoughtfully.

Then his eyes fell on the two golden iron boxes. The people sent by the caravan were carrying them, while the other people were sitting around the iron plate, boiler and stove again, preparing to cook a sumptuous dinner.

Fan Ning is not sure about the specific function of "Seven Blessings", but it is normal for the church to need some extraordinary items for the "Flower Ceremony" ceremony. It is logical and honest from the way of cooperation with private caravans. The deposit was returned and the reward was cashed.

But why did that person just now need the blood of the "discolored one"? Is this also related to the "flower etiquette"? It does not seem to be consistent with the common sense logic of "Fanghui poets never touch those who have lost their luster".

"Helpless Blood"...does it have any special purpose?

While Fan Ning was staring and thinking, the steam ferry in the distance had already started moving. This incident ended in a farce. Everyone was temporarily relieved, and they felt more and more unfathomable that Scheele was accompanying him.

Chretien and Trois were grateful.

"Mr. Scheele, I'm sorry...will the church cause trouble for you in the future?" Luna apologized anxiously.

"Church?" Fan Ning looked away from the ferry, "Even if it's a church, at least a bishop comes to talk to me."

He did not kill anyone or interfere with the caravan to give them the "sevenfold blessing". As long as the conflict does not reach this level, a great musician - that is, the "Boethius" artist nomination title formulated by the discussion group - can receive The courtesy is already close to that of the Knower, and with his now fully restored invisible power, he has basically no opponent at the level of the Knower. If he is determined to run away, even the Knower may not be able to defeat him.

"Lord, Bishop?..." Luna was dumbfounded when she heard this.

Fan Ning pondered for a moment, got into the carriage, and took out a small bottle of "Huang" Xiangyao Essence Spiritual Liquid from the storage compartment.

"Gudong——"

Pure white air emerged, the gold coins were thrown into the dead liquid, and the bottle cap was put back on by him.

"The identity of this person is a bit strange, and I'm still not sure. But no matter what the situation is, I will not keep a celebration material that I don't understand in my hands. That will intensify the conflict with the church and have no clear interests. , is simply causing trouble... And if a secret organization is involved? It would not be appropriate to kill this person. Interfering and changing the direction of the matter may be in line with the intention of the 'apostle'. What you just did was just right.”

Fan Ning's series of actions were naturally not for pure emotional catharsis.

Distinguishing "personality" is only one aspect.

After the spiritual injury is completely recovered, he can regain control of the dream of Yiyong Church. In the dream tonight, he will find a way to get some revelations about this person's identity. Obtaining a gold coin from the other party is a very important auxiliary means.

However, Fan Ning's words "Let a bishop speak" also shocked Massenego once again.

As a senior "guide", he has seen all kinds of strange characters, especially the many fools who like to brag. But combined with all the unfathomable signs before, Scheler's words are not credible. Laman.

The main reason is that the way he attacks is too strange, and his violent and rough style is completely opposite to his elegant musical temperament.

And from a mysterious perspective, throwing two stones and picking up a guitar, what kind of extraordinary ability is this?

Except for some heterogeneous colors revealed, Masai Negu couldn't understand it at all. In the end, he could only sigh and said: "It turns out that you are not only a troubadour with genius inspiration, but also a high-ranking intellectual who studies 'chi'." "To be honest, I can only see this...but my vision is very accurate, the Chretien family should give you more money."

In any case, he was sure that he had made acquaintance with a great person now. If he got along well with him, he would be able to achieve his life goals a few years ahead of schedule.

Well, fortunately, I recommended Scheele to the Special Patrol Office last night.

It definitely adds a big impression point.

Fan Ning glanced at him and sat down in front of the campfire:

"Your eyesight is indeed very accurate."