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Chapter 86 Genius Melody Girl

“Harp? Half-elf?”

Lott looked at the girl sitting on the bench with her head buried between her knees-her slightly pointed ears showed her ethnic identity.

Lott looked at her clothes quietly. After a few seconds, he turned his head and glanced at the large bags of items on the bench next to him—there were some small gifts and some changed clothes.

Seeing this, Lot can understand it roughly: The half-elf girl who came from outside, after shopping spree, is out of money?

“Excuse me, are you a bard?” Lott looked at her and asked.

After hearing this, Ethel raised his head and saw a noble knight in exquisite white armor and a masked assassin wrapped in black standing next to him.

Aristocratic children traveling?

Thinking of this, Ethel quickly put her legs down from the bench, sat upright, looked up at Lot, nodded, nothing to say, she was looking forward to what will happen next-the best place for bards, Just after running out of money, you can go to a pub to do part-time jobs and sing a song in exchange for some rewards.

Of course, as a nobleman, Ethel has only seen these and didn’t participate in it. After all, she is full of entanglements, and now…

‘Unexpectedly, I would have fallen to the point where I am today. He asked about my occupation, do you want me to sing to him? The girl was thinking about the question of how much money should be charged from him in her heart.

Lott pinched his chin and looked at her up and down, turned his head to Maria, and said, “Maybe, the singer’s plan may be advanced.”

sing and dance? Maria has a dumb face, but this does not prevent her from saying the word ‘oh’.

“Of course, the premise of the singer’s plan is to find a few qualified singers. I plan to recruit some bards, but I don’t know if the songs they sing are suitable for modern pop music…”

Lott was talking to himself like a self-talk, and Ethel heard the question mark on his face, so he frowned and asked, “What the **** are you talking about?”

When Lott heard it, he found that he was a bit rude, and said embarrassingly: “Sorry, um…In this way, I have 500G here. If your repertoire can satisfy me, then the money is yours. ”

“500G?!”

The girl’s eyes widened suddenly. She originally planned to charge him about 50G. This is a super high price. Who calls herself the earl’s daughter? A song of a normal bard is no more than 2, 3G.

“I sing! I sing!” Ethel nodded and screamed subconsciously, but then realized that she seemed a bit too…er…how to put it…

Lott looked at her excited, smiled and took out the bank card, swiped it to the changer she was wearing, and said, ‘200, yes. ’The money has come to her.

“This 200G is considered a deposit, I hope your song will satisfy me, and the next 300G is naturally yours.”

Lott stood up straight and looked at her again, holding his arms and pressing his chin, but then he discovered how this situation was so similar to what happened on the streets of a certain country: a girl who was in desperate need of money met a man who offered a deal. …..

Ethel’s eyes widened and looked at the deposit balance displayed in the changer. When he heard Lott said that it was only half of the deposit, he immediately put the harp on his lap and said confidently: “What are you going to listen to? ”

“Um…you are the best.”

“Oh, then you listen well.”

The unique ethereal sound quality of the harp began to play in this lively street, and the beautiful melody made the passing pedestrians stop and watch after hearing it.

I have to say that the elves are not only beautiful in appearance, but also versatile, especially the half-elf girls in front of them.

Thinking of this, Lott suddenly realized that among the pedestrians around, the shadows of half-elves can often be seen…

‘In other words, Cairn City, or the world, is in the stage of national integration? ’

Just when Lott was thinking about it, the song ended, and the people onlookers clapped gently, seeing that the girl didn’t intend to continue playing, and then slowly dispersed.

“How is it?” Ethel was very confident in his performance.

“Out of tune.” Lot said with a smile, “But the tune is great, you wrote it yourself?”

Isselton frowned, wondering if the guy in front of me understands music? Or just want to go wrong?

Lott looked at her and shook his head helplessly. After giving her the remaining 300G, he said: “If you wrote this song yourself, um…can you accept writing songs? I have a piece of music and I need a capable bard to help me write it.”

After getting the remaining gold coins, Ethel breathed a sigh of relief. When he heard Lot’s question, especially the phrase’powerful bard,’ he immediately looked up at him, patted his chest and said: “Others I don’t know, but you are asking the right person. No one has a better creative talent than me!”

“Really?” Lot’s smile grew stronger What song? “Athel asked.

“Uh…sorry, I can’t sing.”

“Then you hum two paragraphs and I will listen.”

“Well, listen well.”

Lott brewed in his heart, then stretched out his hand and moved his fingers to the beat, slowly humming “The Elegy of the Upper Elf”, as if entering a state of selflessness, and the half-elf girl in front of him was listening for a few moments. After the sentence, I closed my eyes and followed the rhythm lightly.

Maria, who was standing next to her, looked at them with a blank expression.

Monsters are shortcomings in music, film, culture, and other creative aspects, so there is no karaoke room like KTV.

And the background music on the game console is mostly copied from the light tunes sung by the bard in his leisure time and fooled up casually.

Pokemon’s battle melody was made by Lott himself humming a short segment, and then let the goblins make it out. This alone made those guys spend a long time.

Music, it is more reliable to find professionals.

Ethel closed his eyes, and his body swayed back and forth to the tune that Lot hummed—no one was more focused on music than her.

At the end of the song, Ethel slowly opened his eyes as if he didn’t want to finish. After seeing Lot with a smile in front of him, he subconsciously asked: “Are you also a bard?”

“No, miss, as you can see, I am just a white knight who has a special interest in music.”

“Then…what’s the name of this song?” Ethel asked, looking a little emotional.

Lotte smiled slightly and said, “Want to learn you? I teach you, come with me.”

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