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"Nonsense! They should come to our team! We have a Priestess!"

Not far away, the spearman shook his head in shock.

Seeing the witch teasing the boy from time to time as if she had found a new pet, the spearman had a headache.

Have you finished this task yet?

Beside him, the heavy warrior looked at the female knight over there holding her chin and looking at the young man carefully. He also felt a headache.

It would be better for the two of them not to be as rash as those newcomers and think about letting that young man join their family...

"I said, young man, why don't you join my team?"

Spearman: "???"

A charming voice suddenly made the spearman's thinking somewhat rigid.

Turning his head, he saw the heavy warrior suppressing a smile, and he suddenly bared his teeth for his embarrassing teammate.

The heavy warrior patted the spearman on the shoulder, getting carried away.

"My team members will not be as ignorant as witches..."

"Huh? I heard that the boy used a miracle to save these children. He is a priest or something like that, right? Isn't it just right for my team?"

The heavy warrior's proud smile froze.

He didn't want to bring a tow bottle with him...

In front of the counter, Goblin Slayer had made repeated promises, and even used his own silver-level certificate as a guarantee to obtain the young adventurer qualification.

Looking at the lifeless male adventurers on one side and the female adventurers who are full of interest and arguing about new members, I feel that the style of the painting has changed, and there is a strange sense of separation.

1Chapter 17 The most beautiful woman on the border

Bard is a very common wandering profession in the world of Brother Killing.

Their main duty is to write biographies of legendary figures from all over the world and sing the stories of that legend in the cities where they wander.

This has also made bards a very popular profession.

No one likes to have his or her fame spread throughout the city-kingdom.

Of course, that would only be a generous salary for bards with strong bard skills.

Generally speaking, bards are a sewer profession, and it is normal for middle- and lower-class bards to have no food to eat.

Among them, there was a thin middle-aged man wearing a gentleman's hat.

He is at home all over the world and is used to having a full meal and a hungry meal.

Why doesn't he have any big-selling works?

But now it's different!

Holding the "perfect" work in his hands with trembling excitement, he recalled his startling glimpse when he first arrived in the border town.

That boy who is so beautiful that he is not ordinary, is really...

Looking at this insane colleague, a fat bard immediately showed a look of disgust.

His colleagues are enemies, and the audience is only that small. He himself is not enough, how can he be passed over by this mud-legged guy?

That's right, Mudlegs, you can tell at a glance that this guy is a frustrated bard.

Far worse than him.

At least he can have some nice clothes!

So, he raised his head and ordered arrogantly.

"Hey! Go away! I was here first!"

The fat poet's warning suddenly woke up the thin poet, and he nodded awkwardly and stayed away, even though he was the one who came first.

However, the thin poet was still a little unwilling to stay away from that public place that was very suitable for singing.

The bard hierarchy is fairly obvious.

Who is better dressed, who is the boss, who is better fed, who is in a higher position, who is richer, who has the right to speak.

The coarse cloth clothes on his body could only be considered clean when he touched them, and the gentleman's hat on his head was bought for a long time to act as a front.

Glancing enviously at the perfect singing position, the thin poet let out a deep breath.

Holding his treasure, the thin poet's confidence suddenly swelled.

snorted coldly.

Previously, the world was brighter when I took a step back, but now I am getting more and more angry when I take a step back.

He simply stayed on the high platform not far away and looked at the fat poet's ashen complexion. The thin poet shrank his neck and let out a cold frost mist.

He knew that if his baby didn't succeed, he would probably get a severe beating.

Such is the style and class of bards.

In his hand, the lute was opened.

The sound of the lute, which was not considered proficient, but was passable, slowly sounded, making the fat poet almost explode with anger, and he could only put down the lute with secret resentment.

This is the rule.

As long as the bard pulls the strings, no second poet can disturb him.

The sound of the piano echoed in the city streets, and many residents gathered around it with great interest.

In this world, bards' singing is a rare and interesting thing for ordinary residents.

Among them, a hooded elf girl stopped.

travelling poet?

Bards always have a lot of information, let's take a look at the situation first...

Looking at the audience with only a few people below, and at the ferocious expression of the fat poet not far away who was already gearing up, the thin poet took a few deep breaths again.

He believed in his precious work, and he also believed in that beautiful young man!

He closed his eyes and decided to fight to the death!

[Ah~~~~Where did that handsome young man come from?

Where does that holy figure come from?

No one knows, no one understands~

Some people say that he was created by the Supreme God because he is so handsome~

Some people say that he should have been the darling of heaven and earth, because he is more charming than the rumored elves~]

To the singing of the minstrels.

The young man who resembles poetry and painting seems to jump out of the page. This is a miracle unique to bards.

he……

[Like a fairy leaping in the forest, no one can pursue it~]

he……

[Like a fairy reflected in the water, no one can imagine it~]

he……

[It is as sacred as the coming of heaven, no one can touch it~]

The figure walking in the light gradually became clear, beautiful and flawless.

The audience below held their breaths and their hearts beat faster without even realizing it.

The elf girls all fell into pupil earthquakes.

The shining figure in the sky behind the bard is truly shocking.

Like some kind of hot air flowing through her delicate body, the walking figure seemed to be unreasonable, rushing straight into the heart of the elf girl.

Holding his chest, his lips pursed slightly.

She was fascinated by a dreamlike person.

More and more spectators gathered around, and more and more women were attracted by that alluring figure.

The fat poet was already afraid.

Wiping off a cold sweat, he stood there in a daze.

Seeing the audience obsessed with the scene described by his colleague, the fat poet gritted his teeth and bent over.

There's no way, the bard is just so snobbish.

【He is more handsome than the prince~

He is more touching than the elf~

Some people are appealing, some are trying to stay~

They are princesses, noble ladies, ladies of the palace~

However, he is a creation of the Supreme God, and he cannot stay in the world forever~

No one knows who he is~

All I know is that he is the most beautiful woman on the border~]

The song ended, not very catchy, and the thin poet's skills were not superb, but the content was so touching!

That unimaginably beautiful young man really opened everyone's eyes.

The thin poet was startled when he opened his eyes.

The densely packed heads below seem to be nostalgic for endless aftertaste.

The thin poet counted a little on his fingers and found that there were already more than 200 people.

My heart trembled and my eyes turned red.

It worked, he made it!

Although there is another article about Goblin Slayer, it is no longer important. Just treat it as an addition.

After a long time, sensational applause burst out.

"Pah, pah, pah, pah...!!!!"

"Good! Good singing!!"

"The most beautiful woman on the border! I never thought there would be such a person!"

Copper coins, silver coins, and even several gold coins were thrown at the thin poet, which made the thin poet's heart tremble several times.

One gold coin can provide him with plenty of meat and fish for a month...

He bowed in one direction repeatedly, hunched over with a smile on his face.

There, there was a lady licking her lips and staring at the thin poet with burning eyes.

Among the crowd, the elf girl with pointed ears curled her lips in dissatisfaction.

She also invested a gold coin, okay...

Although the lady voted more, that's all.

To be honest, she was a little unconvinced.

Although I was indeed shocked by the beauty described by this thin poet, my heart beat faster, but someone more touching than an elf... how could it be possible?

Isn't it just made up?

However, people may have thought of this, so they just said it clearly.

Border, the first beauty.

This shows that this person probably actually exists.