The bard fantasized again.

Chapter 86 The Dragon Egg Moved (4.3k)

"...I think that instead of shouting 'Why are your spells so strange?', a high-level mage should reflect on whether all the research he has done in the first half of his life has gone to waste."

If I were as rich as him, my first thought would be where to learn the 'Fireball' spell, not emptying my pockets to learn a 'Banner' spell.

'If something can be solved with three fireballs, don't waste a fourth-level spell.'

Could you please settle the advertising fee with the 'Fireball Cult' over there?

"Does he really think that magic is something you can pick up on the street and get your hands on easily?"
For mages who are wary of even dogs, an unencrypted, researchable third-circle spell is already incredibly valuable.

Not to mention control spells like 'Fireball', which have immense destructive power.

Goya didn't know what status spellcasters held in the Lords' Alliance; at least in the Terran Empire, those in power strictly controlled the circulation of spells and scrolls.

After all, the ruling class consists of sorcerers.

Compared to the power of bloodline, the threshold for becoming a mage, who relies solely on intellect, is relatively lower.

The Imperial Scribes' Guild became an important pillar for many commoners to cross social classes.

This is clearly a double-edged sword for rule.

While bringing stronger military capabilities, it has also created more security risks.

The parliament's ultimate policy is 'preferring guidance to suppression'.

We will try to win over the Scriveners' Guild, while strictly prohibiting the circulation of large-scale destructive spells and implementing special controls on the trading of low-level spells...

But she then realized that she had never heard of "verbal abuse".

"So, it seems his spell really was just something he picked up casually?"

Damn it, I'm daydreaming again.

so envious!
If I were to evaluate a headless necromancer, I would probably rank her alongside 'pure-hearted succubi' and 'law-abiding orcs' at the top of the 'strange and exotic races list'.

Incidentally, the number one ranked item would be the 'Goliath-sized dwarf'.

Lacking any real authority, driven entirely by personal grudges.

But regardless of the rights and wrongs, it seems I have no reason to refuse her.

She possesses a story worthy of exploration, and an irresistible power...

The most important thing is the 'resurrection technique'.

Having the ability to resurrect is more important than resurrection itself.

When you realize that it's hard to die, you become fearless.

When you are fearless, the road ahead will be smooth.

She swore her loyalty and became the sword in my hand, a great asset on my adventures—making me feel safer when facing danger.

And those adventurers who died because of her...

I'm sorry, I'm not a priest and can't have much pity for you—I actually wanted to say 'paladin,' but I think you probably wouldn't want to see that word.

What I'm trying to say is that 'adventure' itself is the choice to put one's life behind one's back.

Some might say, "You'll know the pain when the knife falls on you."

And I don't deny that it will hurt.

But if one day I also die because of a 'risky' choice, I probably won't have many complaints.

After all, I had already made up my mind when I embarked on this journey.

Perhaps this ending is not far off.

But I'm still on the road.

And it will never stop.

"Damn, he's actually become more manly."

After a sigh, Goya turned her attention to other areas.
"A 'hero' who lived a thousand years ago... If I could compile her experiences into an epic, then when it comes to competing for teaching assistant positions, Bruto wouldn't stand a chance?"

In fact, she didn't think any poet would care about the crimes committed by this 'hero'.

Let alone pursuing glory, just for the sake of pleasure, how many people would those high-ranking nobles kill?
These bards, don't they still try to cover up their crimes with songs and sing their praises?

Therefore, she cares more about the stories behind the legends, the history that actually happened.

This allows her poems to be more authentic and win applause.

In addition to personal influence, candidates for teaching assistant selection also need to write an excellent 'graduation poem'.

The only thing that makes her feel fortunate now is that Tang Qi has left the academy.

"Otherwise, my position will be in danger!"

[...Soothing fear and relieving team stress is the duty of a qualified leader.]

Merard is a good person in a broad sense, but his kindness is somewhat narrow.

I have no intention of changing him, but I need to let him know that 'following me will never be without reward.'

I need this young master's favor.

After arriving in Longjin City, I will still need his identity as a stepping stone to enter the city and expand my influence and reputation.

However, before that, there is something more important to do—

A bard should always have a tavern where he can stay, and 'Golden Oak' is a good choice.

Therefore, I should go and discuss matters with Catherine after we enter the city.

Hmm, let's use scar removal as an excuse, shall we?
Wait a minute?
Why did she suddenly invite me to take a shower?

Goya paused slightly, her mind filled with struggle and hesitation:
"So, do I really have to continue writing the rest?"

After pondering for a long time, she simply gritted her teeth and...

"Never mind, let's just consider it as a sign of respect for the original author..."

I was a little busy just now, but I'll continue writing now.

It suddenly occurred to me that the universe may have been born a very, very long time ago, and we are currently on the edge of a nascent universe, while the center of the universe has long since become dark.

It's also possible that there isn't an expanding universe at all, nor are there multiple universes. What we can currently speculate and reason about is only what's 'reasonable' within the scope of our understanding. In fact, planets are already an 'unreasonable' existence...

"...Death is inevitable for everyone; some deaths are heavier than Mount Tai, while others are lighter than a feather..."

"To be or not to be, that is the question."

"So when you're in 'wise mode,' can you just focus on how to keep outputting content instead of thinking about how to output specific information?!"

Goya finally couldn't resist slamming her hand on the desk.

"Seeing how timid you were at the academy, I thought you were different from Pluto and the others—how come you've become so unrestrained after leaving the academy?"

Is this what my mentor meant when he said, "Time is a cosmetic scalpel that can easily change a person"?

Or perhaps it's because—

"Donkey Weinberger, have I never really known you?"

Perhaps this down-on-his-luck illegitimate son has been suppressing his true nature for various reasons, such as the requirement to 'hide his talents'?
After all, everything revealed in his diary now proves that he is different from me, a "vulgar poet" who "only sits at his desk and writes down his brilliant diary entries, and whose first thought upon waking is whether he can win a precious job."

Don Qi Weinberg.

He was a true bard.

"So, could you please write less about exciting adventures and more about mundane, recountable events in the future?!"

As Goya copied down the last line of text, a clear chirping sound gradually rang in her ears.

She pushed open the window, letting the first rays of dawn shine into her eyes.

Was that the first ray of sunlight at the Academy of Poets?

she does not know.

She simply pursed her rounded lips and sighed softly:
"so……

I won't envy you anymore.

……

"Don't envy me, Master Merard, I deserve all of this."

Lying on the driver's seat of the oxcart, with his head resting on Catherine's lap, Don Qi was using his journal to shield himself from Merard's envious gaze—

Once the little white pig regained consciousness, it no longer needed to be stunned or tied up.

If it were just a matter of making a noble young master huddle in a cramped oxcart, his back slapping against the ground and aching, it would actually be bearable.

But once there's a comparison, it becomes a form of torture. However, Tang Qi had no time to pay attention to his accusations; instead, he was focused on the rewards following the 'necromancer' incident—

A battle made you realize that dwarves and bald men were no different in your eyes. Because you knew very well that there were only two kinds of species in this world—'those worth cursing' and 'those you couldn't be bothered to mention'.

You have acquired the spell 'Silver Whisper':
When the target creature is acting, you can magically distract it instantly, turning its brief hesitation into encouragement for another designated creature.

Remarks:

There's no real difference between 'encouragement' and 'cursing'; they both simply make people feel hot and bothered.

You had a wonderful night, which is important. Knowing how to sleep is an art worth mastering. After all, you won't just have a wonderful night.

You have acquired the spell 'Sleep':
This spell affects creatures within a 7-meter radius of a designated point, potentially causing them to fall asleep. Undead creatures and creatures immune to charm effects are unaffected by this spell.

Note: Darling, do you want more time? Sleep counts too! —Troy, the 'Beautiful Fallen One'.

Along the way, Tang Qi had taken the opportunity to ask Sui Shi why the necromancer could recognize their strength at a glance.

It can't be that there's a visible 'level' floating above your head.

The gravel's answer was very abstract:

"Spellcasters are distinguished by their ring position. Non-spellcasters are distinguished solely by... their aura. It's like walking into a tavern and being able to tell at a glance who's not to be messed with."

Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that some pretentious individuals are disguising themselves.

However, there is a clear and obvious gap between low-level and high-level professionals.

"Then what distinguishes the two?"

"The reserve of combat skills, and the 'energy' to unleash combat skills."

If you let a novice unleash a single [Shield Charge], it will be enough to make them starve.

Only high-level warriors like myself can unleash combat skills continuously. Because our stamina is abundant.

Tang Qi glanced at the top of his head:
"What makes it superior?"

"Damn it, I'm going to hang your bounty poster on the high walls of Dragon Gold City!"

“Great, this way everyone can see it, right? Except for the dwarves.”

"screw you!!!"

This is because there is only one abstract concept of identification.

Even the spellcaster's 'rank' is distinguished by 'ring rank'—

Just because you are a first-circle spellcaster does not mean you can cast first-circle spells.

Rather, you can only be called a first-circle spellcaster if you have acquired first-circle spells:
"So, with two first-level spells, two tricks, and [Poet's Inspiration], I should be considered a proper Poet Spellcaster, right?"

Tang Qi couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
"In just one week, I, Tang Qi, went from a penniless, destitute vagrant to a capable bard. It was all thanks to my own hard work and perseverance—"

"Let's start writing in the journal!"

Suddenly glancing at the enthusiastic Tang Qi, Sui Shi couldn't help but mutter:

"It's just writing in a diary, it's not like it'll stay in the notebook forever. It'll disappear after a while, I don't know what they're so excited about."

Out of curiosity, Sui Shi also browsed Tang Qi's log.

He couldn't see any description of the 'reward' in the log, but he didn't deny that the content was interesting.

It would be even better if there weren't any annoying jokes.

But he remained pessimistic.

This world cannot record 'history', and before long, these words recorded in the logs will also disappear silently.

Time will always take everything away.

Not to mention that he was a short-lived human being.

Perhaps after he passes away, he himself will not be able to remember the adventures of this period of time...

Just as he can no longer remember what he looked like as a child.

But Tang Qi didn't care about any of that.

Snoopy's pen spurred his desire to express himself, allowing him to remain perfectly steady even with his head resting on Catherine's soft lap, as he recounted everything that had happened that day—

July 15, 1000 of the Lost Calendar, Dawn Forest, Sunny.

The fifth day after leaving Xingmei Town.

To be honest, the unexpected events of the past few days have left me completely exhausted, both physically and mentally.

But once life returns to normal, and there's no more danger throughout the day, I actually miss the tension of the past—

Those beasts like the 'dire wolf' are no longer worthy of being recorded in my log.

At best, they can be categorized as part of the "Complete Guide to Wild Food".

Here, I want to give special praise to Miss Morning Light. Her movements as she handled the ingredients were swift and graceful… (omitting a thousand words of praise) In short, she is a good knight and a good partner on our adventure!

The above content was not written under duress.

Because she begged me to write it...

[Day 6 after leaving Xingmei Town]

Anbi finally woke up from her sleep.

She ate a lot, as if trying to turn her grief into appetite.

The poor little girl was afraid that her older sister would worry too much, so she would always force a smile and tell us that she was fine.

But she visibly fell silent...

There's nothing we can do—some paths she has to walk alone, and some truths only she can understand.

At least she's suppressing her animalistic instincts, which is a good sign.

Day 7.

Damn, how can this be so boring?

My once wonderful blog entries are now almost turning into a rambling account!

Fortunately, we found a nice campsite today, and importantly, there is a water source.

Since there's nothing else to do, I'll just take a shower nearby first...

With a 'love ring' on your side, the happiness is doubled!

[Day 8, taking a shower.]

[Day 9, taking a shower.]

Day 10, taking a shower...

Don Quixote, Don Quixote! How could you have fallen so low! Have you forgotten that journals are meant to be used to record exciting adventure stories!?

You are destined to become a 'legendary' bard, and you must not waste your energy on such things anymore!

We must learn from this!

[Day 11, Day 1 of No Bathing!]

[Day 12, taking a shower.]

[Day 13, Day 1 of abstinence from washing...]

【14, Precept 1...】

[...The 21st day since leaving Xingmei Town.]

Shattered Stone said I could never be an adventurer in my life because spending an hour every day washing myself was too time-consuming.

I told him that a dwarf with a small contact area who could be dealt with in five minutes wouldn't know anything.

He panicked.

Day 22.

Holy crap, the egg moved.

I'm not talking about myself.

The dragon egg has moved!

　It will be available at 0:00 on the 6th, so I'm releasing today's content in advance.

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(End of this chapter)