Chapter 368 The Enemy of the World

As soon as the strings were plucked, the tavern suddenly became quiet. As soon as an expert took action, he knew whether there was any. Faced with the master's skills, everyone stopped what they were doing. Perhaps the bard's plucking string just now could only be called "tone", and the master's plucking string can be called music.

Agile and joyful music kept flowing out from his fingers. Even more than thirty people in his area slowed down and slowly listened to the leader's music flowing in this restaurant.

Music is a tool for making people happy. The teacher once said this, and this sentence is correct, because everyone just needs to look at the expressions of everyone in the tavern to know.

They went from their anger and dissatisfaction facial expressions just now to their intoxication, joy, relaxed and happy expressions.

It only took fifteen seconds.

The teacher is indeed very awesome.

Everyone gently knocked on the table, and one of them knocked on the edge of the bowl with a spoon.

There are all stone pottery bowls here, not ceramic, but they still knock the sound of dong dong and move it away with a sense of rhythm.

It was originally just a leisurely little harp song, but after the rhythm of such a small pottery bowl was added, it suddenly became full of rhythm.

The other people smiled slightly, held their knives and forks and rubbed them twice, and suddenly they felt a lot of rhythm, making people unable to help but follow them.

The remaining two laughed, held the knife and fork inverted hands, used the handle of the knife and fork as the head, and then turned a few bowls in reverse, knocking the bowl and the table into a rhythmic paradise.

The whole restaurant is full of rhythmic sounds. Such a small group of more than 30 people even has only one musical instrument, which actually brings an unparalleled auditory feast.

The bard was trembling and trembling all over.

His eyes looked at the man in the cloak that was twiggling his strings as if he were pilgrimage.

The Camelot who likes white, bright silver hair, and elegant sex...will be him!

He looked at the man excitedly as if he was swaying. This scene was right.

When this man was not a prince or a sage, he once saw this scene. He would never forget that in that city, tens of thousands of residents could silently hold candles and transform the entire city into a city that never sleeps. He would never forget the man in white who was sitting in the ensemble of thousands of people but was extremely dazzling. He would never forget the heavenly sound brought by that man with just one musical instrument.

This was because of the Romantic that night, which led to him giving up his generous salary as a businessman and pursuing his dreams and becoming a bard who worked hard for music and art.

His biggest dream was not to go to study in Greece. Instead, he would play his own song again in front of the boy, and it would be enough to get the other person's smile.

That's right, it's him!

The male protagonist in the story he mentioned just now, the Prince of Camelo, and the wise sage, brought the top artists and wise men of reform in this world.

Kaelal Dragon Etok of the Kingdom of Camelo!

He didn't speak, his insignificant injustice was so small in this sea of ​​joy that he didn't even have the courage to go forward and say a word to the sage. He was inferior.

Leonardo da Vinci once said that the less you know, the more arrogant you are, and the more you know, the more humble you are. Therefore, the wheat ears with nothing inside rise high towards the sun. The plump and strong wheat ears lower their heads to face the land.

It is precisely because you know your level that you feel ashamed, and those who don’t know how high the world are so content with their little background.

Just when he was ashamed of himself, the music slowly came to an end.

"Thank you for your little harp." The other party still handed the harp back so politely. He stood up excitedly, knocked over his wine glass, and sprinkled a piece of wine stain on his robe. He bowed respectfully. His body leaned down ninety degrees: "I will definitely move forward with you as the goal!"

There were laughter from more than thirty people over there, which was a ridicule without hesitation.

Because the more you know, the more humble you are, many people regard his words as a joke, but Kailar nodded to him with a smile: "Only if there is a goal ahead, there will be a right direction and move forward. I look forward to sitting against you one day and playing an ensemble."

"Yes. Thank you!" He said loudly in a state of excitement.

"I'm a little tired, boss, have you packed our room?" His words made the hotel owner come over. He walked over diligently and led the way in front to take Kailar and others to the second floor. Behind them, there was a thunderous applause.

Although this hotel also has a stay-attend business, it is obvious that he does not have many rooms, only twelve rooms, one of which is lived by the boss and his family, which leads to a very shortage of the entire room.

Although Kailar threw out three Uma gold coins and allowed the boss and his family to successfully compromise and live in his relative's house, it was still too narrow for thirty-six people to live in twelve rooms.

Fortunately, the room for the two of them was wide enough. When everyone was dining, the boss had ordered people to lay the new bed and hygienic it.

It was absolutely absolute for men to have a room with men and women to have a room with women, but Keral's situation was slightly different.

First of all, Kailar is their teacher.

Secondly, Keral is the spiritual mentor of the entire Camelo.

In the end, Keral's life was absolutely incomparable to them.

Although Keral promised that he had nothing to do, Galadia, who was a great sword, was still arranged to enter Keral's room as an escort.

The other person is Mikasa.

"Galadia, do you know why I brought you but not Denisa?" Keral smiled and pushed the door open and walked into the hotel. Behind him were Galadia and Mikasa.

Both of them followed closely behind Kailar very loyally. Mikasa also tied the door tightly after entering the door. This is a necessary habit as an intelligence officer, and it is a necessary habit to close the door and lock the door!

"Because you want me to find clues about the organization?" Looking at Keral Galadia who sat directly beside the bed near the window, smiling and said, "It's a pity that the other party's thoughts are really delicate, which makes you look forward to it in vain. I'm really sorry."

"You guy." Keral looked at Galadia with a bad smile on her lips and shook her head and laughed.

"Your Majesty. I think you should sleep in the middle." Mikasa frowned and said with a head-on. "It is easy to be attacked by crossbow arrows in that place. Although Your Majesty possesses magic, it is probably impossible to stop him during sleep. So please come in the middle. Miss Galadia, the strongest of us, slept at the window, I slept at the door, and you slept in the middle."

"Okay." Kailar shook his head and smiled bitterly, facing the rigid Mikasa. He always had no countermeasures. Mikasa only had time to chat easily outside of work, otherwise Mikasa would be very serious in normal times.

Seeing that Alan would rather go to Michelangelo than go to Mikasa to talk to him, he would understand how serious and rigid Mikasa is in her daily life.

Facing Mikasa, Kailar helplessly made it to the bed next to him.

"Oh. I didn't expect the organization to be so vague, but they will soon reveal their ponytails." Kailar said with a smile on his face and leaning on the bed.

"What do you mean?" Galadia asked with interest, and even Mikasa, who walked to the window, was watching the environment and situation outside, stood up and listened to Kailar's words.

"Shock the snake." Keral smiled and spit out a word.

Suddenly, the two of them realized.

Soon, a few days later, Uma, Rome and Macedonia will declare a small town full of plague in their border town, a declaration of war on the organization, a pick-up saying, "Don't hide, we've seen you."

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ps: The following is the defense mechanism. Don’t look at it.

Chapter 368 The Enemy of the World

As soon as the strings were plucked, the tavern suddenly became quiet. As soon as an expert took action, he knew whether there was any. Faced with the master's skills, everyone stopped what they were doing. Perhaps the bard's plucking string just now could only be called "tone". And the master's plucking string can be called music.

Agile and joyful music kept flowing out from his fingers. Even more than thirty people in his area slowed down and slowly listened to the leader's music flowing in this restaurant.

Music is a tool for making people happy. The teacher once said this, and this sentence is correct, because everyone just needs to look at the expressions of everyone in the tavern to know.

They went from their anger and dissatisfaction facial expressions just now to their intoxication, joy, relaxed and happy expressions.

It only took fifteen seconds.

The teacher is indeed very awesome.

Everyone gently knocked on the table, and one of them knocked on the edge of the bowl with a spoon.

There are all stone pottery bowls here. They are not ceramics, but they still knock on the dong dong sound and bring them away with a sense of rhythm.

It was originally just a leisurely little harp song, but after the rhythm of such a small pottery bowl was added, it suddenly became full of rhythm.

The other people smiled slightly, held their knives and forks and rubbed them twice, and suddenly they felt a lot of rhythm. People couldn't help but start the rhythm.

The remaining two laughed, held the knife and fork inverted hands, used the handle of the knife and fork as the head, and then turned a few bowls in reverse, knocking the bowl and the table into a rhythmic paradise.

The whole restaurant is full of rhythmic sounds. Such a small group of more than 30 people even has only one musical instrument, which actually brings an unparalleled auditory feast.

The bard was trembling and trembling all over.

His eyes looked at the man in the cloak that was twiggling his strings as if he were pilgrimage.

The Camelot who likes white, bright silver hair, and elegant sexual... It's him who can't be wrong!

He looked at the man excitedly as if he was swaying. This scene was right.

When this man was not a prince or a sage, he once saw this scene. He would never forget that in that city, tens of thousands of residents could silently hold candles and transform the entire city into a city that never sleeps. He would never forget the man in white who was sitting in the ensemble of thousands of people but was extremely dazzling. He would never forget the heavenly sound brought by that man with just one musical instrument.

This was because of the Romantic that night, which led to him giving up his generous salary as a businessman and pursuing his dreams and becoming a bard who worked hard for music and art.

His biggest dream was not to go to study in Greece, but to play his own song again in front of the boy, and it would be enough to get the other person's smile.

That's right, it's him!

The male protagonist in the story he mentioned just now, Camelo's prince, the wise sage, brought the top artists and wise men of reform in this world.

Kaelal Dragon Etok of the Kingdom of Camelo!

He didn't speak, his insignificant injustice was so small in this sea of ​​joy that he didn't even have the courage to go forward and say a word to the sage. He was inferior.

Leonardo da Vinci once said that the less you know, the more arrogant you are. The more you know, the more humble you are. Therefore, the wheat ears with nothing inside rise high towards the sun, while the full and strong wheat ears lower their heads to face the land.

It is precisely because you know your level that you feel ashamed, and those who don’t know how high the world are so content with their little background.

Just when he was ashamed of himself, the music slowly came to an end.

"Thank you for your little harp." The other party still handed the harp back so politely. He stood up excitedly, knocked over his wine glass, and sprinkled a piece of wine stain on his robe. He bowed respectfully and leaned down ninety degrees: "I will definitely move forward with you as the goal!"

There were laughter from more than thirty people over there, which was a ridicule without hesitation.

Because the more you know, the more humble you are, many people regard his words as a joke. But Kailar smiled and nodded to him and said, "Only if there is a goal ahead, there will be the right direction and move forward. I look forward to sitting against you one day and playing the ensemble."

"Yes, thank you!" He said loudly in a state of excitement.

"I'm a little tired, boss, have you packed our room?" His words made the hotel owner come over. He walked over diligently and led the way in front and took Kailar and others to the second floor. Behind them, there was a thunderous applause.
To be continued...