Chapter 763: Noble Style
As the third largest city in the Principality of Kedun, the city of Dunnor has quite complete internal facilities and various guilds have branches.
There is even a high-end Mage Guild, where the branch president is the owner of the magic tower, an official mage.
He even serves as a consultant to the Pharmacists Guild and the Enchanters Guild.
Compared to other spellcasters, the mage is indeed standing at the top with dignity, and can be said to be the foundation of all spellcasters.
Many matching spell models were developed by mages, then taken away and adapted by other spellcasters, or even specially adapted by mages themselves.
However, places like the Bards Guild don't seem to be anything special.
Even the guild hall looked ordinary, just a three-story loft with a small yard in front with some flowers and plants.
There is the Thieves Guild for secret intelligence, the Adventurers Guild for mission commissions, and the main function of the Bards Guild is actually the registration of some works and the distribution of some "advertisements" and "news".
Usually, the "news" sung by bards are considered public information, and the secret ones usually have to be found in the Thieves Guild.
Also because of the income problem of the Bards Guild itself, the management of the bards can only be relatively loose.
Beifeng is an old gangster in Dunnor City. He excitedly brought Wang Yi and his party here, which indeed saved a lot of steps and they went directly to meet the president of the Bards Guild of Dunnor City.
"President Mike's ancestors also had the title of lord, so he is considered a descendant of the nobility. He likes people to call him Sir Mike."
Bei Feng lowered his voice and told Wang Yi some gossip, which made Dali, who came with him, brighten his eyes slightly. This was actually somewhat useful information, which would make it easier to deal with him in the future.
Although he was a knight in the past, there was still a gap , not to mention that the latter was the president of the Bards Guild.
When it comes to fighting power, Dali believes that he may be better than his opponent, but in this world, unless your fighting power breaks a certain limit, you still cannot change the general trend.
With Beifeng there, they went directly to the president's office and met President Mike. President Mike looked to be in his early forties, with meticulously groomed curly hair, two carefully trimmed beards, well-dressed, and holding a cane in his hand.
The first impression he gives is that of a person who lives a very refined life.
"So it's you, kid. I've told you so many times that we bards should also pay attention to our image and not be sloppy all day long."
Mike should be very familiar with Beifeng. Although Beifeng is wearing old clothes and his organ is worn out, his vocal ability and playing skills make him an outstanding bard in the city.
"Oh, dear Sir Mac, please don't compare me, a commoner who is struggling to survive, with you. My daily accommodation expenses are already very tight, so I don't have time to do these things. So, do you really not agree that I can stay at your place for a while?"
Beifeng walked up to Mike with a smile on his face, and began to skillfully search for a cup in Mike's office. He found the ground coffee and poured a cup.
"Accommodation? He must be going there to support poor girls. Sooner or later, he will die in a woman's belly.
"How's the singing going lately? Who are these people?"
When Mike heard 'Dear Sir Mike', he didn't care about the teasing in it at all. A smile appeared on his face and his movements became more reserved.
After the joking greetings, he asked vaguely about Beifeng's recent work, then looked at Wang Yi and his group.
His eyes lingered on Shalltear's enchanting figure for a moment, but he quickly looked away. As a descendant of a noble family, he couldn't keep staring at a lady. Even though she was a great beauty and super sexy, the glory of his noble descent still suppressed his biological instincts.
"Sir Mike, your big achievement is here. This time it's a truly earth-shattering achievement, a complete new song in the spirit style!"
Bei Feng said this with a very excited expression on his face, and there was a faint spray of foam coming out, which made it difficult for Mike to avoid.
But he still heard the key content.
"A complete new song in the spirit style?"
Then he looked at Wang Yi and his group again, and after staying on Shalltia for a moment, he finally locked his gaze on Wang Yi.
Only this one fits the bill.
"Come on, let me play a piece. Brother Wang, if there's anything wrong, please point it out."
Bei Feng had been itching to do it for a long time and couldn't hold it back, so he came on the spot.
It can be seen that he really loves music and the job of a bard.
Although he had only heard Wang Yi sing it once, he immediately started to sing along with the organ accompaniment.
"The raindrops fell, covering the flowers in the dense jungle..."
I have to say that Beifeng is also talented. He was able to almost replicate the elven-style song, which is completely different from their style, after just listening to it once.
Although his voice is not as well matched as Wang Yi’s, he has used his own unique low vocal range to fine-tune the fit to a certain extent.
There is absolutely no problem with the melody alone.
After the song was finished, Mike showed a shocked expression on his face, and he almost failed to maintain his dignity as a descendant of the nobility.
After calming down for a while, he said in amazement
"I have studied several fragments of elves, and the style is indeed completely consistent. The most valuable thing is that the difficulty is reduced. It is catchy and has a wide range of upper and lower limits. Those with skills can show off their skills, and those who don't have a basic understanding can also play it..."
After all, as a guild president, Mike’s professional ability is naturally solid enough.
The expression on his face became more and more excited.
Elf wind!
What wonderful music!
The nobles just like this rare tune.
Although he claimed to be a descendant of the nobility and his ancestors were lords, he liked to be called Sir Mike and often attended aristocratic dinners.
But in fact, he was just a street singer after all, it's just that the place where he sang was more high-end. He could get superficial respect from the nobles, but his actual status was just that.
Most of the nobles who would take the initiative to come and build a closer relationship with me wanted to use the guild to spread their deeds.
But now I have such a purely elven-style song, which can be used as a stepping stone for my advancement!
But he soon calmed down and began to ask some details
"Is this a certain story? Is it about a savage who calls himself a caveman and is about to leave the Monster Forest and enter the civilized world?"
"Brother Wang is saying this is some kind of prophecy."
Bei Feng corrected himself.
"Prophecy? Mr. Wang, may I ask where this song came from?"
Wang Yi looked at the other party with a slightly amused smile upon hearing this.
"My own."
Hearing Wang Yi's words, Mike frowned so hard that it could kill a mosquito. He said unhappily
"Many masters have tried to complete the Elven-style music, and there are many masterpieces that have been circulated based on those fragments. " When the Moon Hangs High", "Spring Breeze", and "Hope of Life" are all excellent works, but none of them are as complete and smooth as "The Savage Out of the Mountain" in terms of style, so this should be a complete relic of a piece."
When he said this, his tone seemed very confident.
"If it's a relic, I can only say that it's a pity that it can't be registered as your work..."
Wang Yi nodded and said with emotion
"As expected of a descendant of the nobility, your excuses and reasons are so high-sounding."
As he spoke, the air around him seemed to become heavy in an instant.
It was as if the light in the room had dimmed, and the air was filled with a feeling of dryness and heat, making my nasal cavity dry and painful with every breath.
A vague spell model appeared behind Wang Yi, magnificent and mysterious.
The restless magic power began to rush into the spell model frantically, as if sucking out all the magic power around it, making people feel a sense of 'suffocation' in a magical desert!
Without waiting for the next change, Mike's face suddenly changed 180 degrees, forcing out a smile like a blooming chrysanthemum.
"But as a wizard's collection, it can certainly be registered! Many elven-style music scores are originally in the hands of some wizards who study elven writing and elven magic!"
Mike's expression changed so quickly that it formed a distorted and funny expression. He threw away the reserve of a noble descendant and finished the following words very quickly under the pressure...
