Vanguard of the Eternal Night

Chapter 101: A sword that sings

Views:

Facing Victor's question, the Master Assassin pondered for a while, his eyes were deep, as if he had thought of something that embarrassed him too.

Victor coaxed: "You know you can tell me anything."

Two seconds later, Tai Lun said, "Don't add onions to the grilled chicken wings, it's really hard to eat."

After speaking, he fell into a new round of thinking, his slightly drooping eyelids looked very melancholy.

Victor: "…"

Victor was no longer fooled, and he thought he should bite this old antique to death!

After a while, Victor hummed and went to grill the chicken wings.

Chicken wings are not common synthetic products in the interstellar era, but artificially raised real poultry plus handmade and quick-frozen. Of course, the price of this kind of thing is very expensive.

But there is no way, one of the couple is old-fashioned, the other is tall, rich and handsome, neither of them is willing to face nutritious and delicious synthetic products.

Tai Lun has a broad vision, he has tried both the best and the worst food in the world, and it is not without it when it is difficult, so he actually has no bottom line needs, but he will eat two more bites when he encounters delicious food; he is more picky It was Victor, whose father was an expert full-time cook, which turned synthetic food into organic feed for Victor...

The taste of synthetics is almost on the same level. This level is of course higher than that of ordinary food. After all, it has been slowly reformed for thousands of years; but it will not be better than real food, except to reconcile everyone’s taste In addition to taste, another important reason is that the government...does not want most people to eat fat and then go for defat surgery. This is really a waste of government money and medical resources.

After the Master Assassin came, he was in the virtual scene for a long time, and hadn't really eaten for a long time.

After changing his body, he was determined not to live in the virtual world, and even rolled down happily with Victor.

The two make do with hiring a cook, or finding an artificial intelligence butler, and very occasionally, Victor will do it himself.

In this day and age, cooking by hand is no longer a necessary housework, but more of a symbol of family.

Victor can only use the oven, but even so, he often feels a warm sense of happiness during the hands-on process, especially when he turns around and finds that his old antiques are slowly walking out with the scent.

This time, while baking, Victor warmed some milk and thought: Tomorrow will be another competition, who made such a tight schedule for the semi-finals? Today I want to urge him to sleep quickly, I have to drink this glass of milk if I don’t drink it today...

Just as he was thinking, Victor suddenly saw Tyron coming out as soon as he turned his head.

The strange thing is that Tai Lun didn't walk out directly, he projected an avatar, snapped, and sat on the counter.

Victor: "???" Could it be that today, in order not to drink milk, even change the projection

Victor stood looking at him stupidly, Tyron snapped his fingers, and suddenly a piano was projected from his arms.

"... !!" Victor was startled.

This violin is not any kind that Victor has ever seen. It looks a bit like a classical bass, but it has five strings, an extra high-pitched part, and a pick in Tyron's hand.

Before Victor could react, Tyron had already plucked the fifth string suddenly, causing a deep and loud echo.

Victor was the first to bear the brunt, and was suddenly shocked by the thick tone.

The master assassin began to play the piano.

He sat comfortably on the counter, with one leg raised on his knee so that the bottom of the strange instrument rested on his lap. He lowered his head slightly, looked at the piano with lowered eyes, silent and focused, and occasionally turned his head slightly so that his eyes could easily reach another part of the piano.

His hands are very beautiful and flexible when holding a weapon, especially when he is playing the piano. The pick is like a small bird flying among his fingers, and sometimes he shows off his skills unabashedly, from the first A finger slides all the way to the last, bringing a long string of accents.

The sound of the piano is as exotic as this piano. The tone is low but the rhythm is fast, which makes people feel the resonance from the heart. Passed to the extremities of the extremities.

This piece of music is vast and far away, as if there is endless space and years spreading ahead, and the end can't be seen at a glance.

Victor murmured, "Prairie."

Tai Lun looked up at him, flipped the paddle with his right hand, and immediately swung it hard again.

The sound of the music instantly became powerful and majestic, and he plucked the strings more vigorously, as if he wanted to inject powerful force into the music. In an instant, the sound of the piano was not like the sound of the piano, but more like the handover of weapons, with a strong echo of metal impact.

"War..." Victor thought for a while, then said, "No, it's a fortress."

Tai Lun continued to play with the piano, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he said without raising his head: "White Gate Barrier."

Tai Lun's skills are not so profound, but he seems to have a magical power, which can perfectly show a scene, an emotion, and a glimpse of a culture.

He played the brisk tune again, this time his body stretched out, his fingers appeared more agile, and the pick even twirled on the strings.

Victor again heard the yelling in the market, the barrels being moved, the crowd walking on the stone slabs, and the blacksmith hitting the iron drill to make a clear and clear sound, so he said: "It's a very good city. .”

"Saint Peria." Tyron said, "the king's capital of mankind."

The tune changed again.

Victor didn't hear it this time, and said honestly, "I don't know."

Tai Lun raised his eyebrows and did not speak. His movements of plucking the strings suddenly seemed gentle, and then suddenly appeared ostentatious, as if two lines were going hand in hand, one was to show off his skills lively, and the other was to secretly plot.

In the end, the two lines merged into one, as if connecting all the stories into one, the explosives were ignited, and a powerful conflict broke out in an instant.

Victor's hands were sweating when he heard it, and he was extremely nervous for some reason, as if every cell in his body was ready to take action, but he didn't understand what to be nervous about.

Tai Lun ended the sound of the piano directly at the moment when the conflict ended, and as the music stopped abruptly, he said: "Assassination." You can't hear it, it's normal.

Tai Lun was finally willing to look up at Victor with a smile on his lips.

Victor almost couldn't bear it at this moment, and wanted to rush up and push him down for a kiss, but then remembered that it was just a virtual projection.

Tai Lun plucked the strings casually, and said in twos and threes, "The sera, imitating Lila's creation, I learned it to approach a target."

Victor thought about the ending of the music, and asked nervously, "Is it a success or a failure in the end?"

Tai Lun whetted his appetite and said: "Once upon a time there was a big man who stole two things from the dragon's lair, one he sold for a sky-high price, so that he could become a big man; the other one he was never satisfied with the price, Because it is a short sword that is said to sing."

"..." Victor was annoyed, but he was well aware of Tyronn's bad character, so he continued to listen with full of black lines.

By the way, he turned on the oven to take a look, and quickly turned the chicken wings over... Although he still saw a little burnt black.

Tai Lun waited unhurriedly for him to finish, and continued: "No one believes that this sword can sing, so this big man can't get a good price. He started offering a reward, anyone who can sing Swing this sword and make it sound, and you'll get a lot of gold."

Victor guessed, "Did you go up and do it?"

"'Someone' did it." The corners of Tai Lun's mouth twitched slightly, "He made the sword make a sound, so the sword was named 'Vector', and then he took the gold, and then not only took the sword, but also Killed everyone at the banquet, including the big man."

Victor: "…"

Tyron said, "That's not someone, that's the dragon. The dragon hates anyone who steals a penny from his lair, and he'll hold that grudge for ten thousand years. By the way, a dragon won't refuse any riches, even if it's It's nothing to him."

Tai Lun laughed, lowered his head and continued to pluck the strings, and the voices in twos and threes formed a very loose music.

He said: "The big man had a young son who narrowly escaped death and inherited his title and family property, and as the business went on for generations, the money grew. Then an heir became a bigger big man and vowed to To avenge the ancestors, so I poured out all my family property to issue a reward to a brave man who can kill this dragon."

Victor guessed cautiously: "Did you kill that dragon?"

"I'm not happy that this heir sells elven slaves to make money, so I pretended to be a bard to kill him, and naturally I didn't want to take up his task." Tai Lun said slowly, "Besides, the dragon is an ancient black dragon. He lived a lifetime. Ten thousand years; and when I got there, I was about fourteen years old."

Victor was messed up: "...so later?"

Tai Lun said: "The dragon is not happy anymore. He came to me at night. It turned out that he pretended to be a sword dancer and lived next door to me."

Victor was full of question marks, and said, "Isn't this man offering a reward to kill the dragon? Why is the dragon unhappy if you kill this man?"

Tai Lun said with a smile: "Because the reward is huge, the dragon also wants it."

Victor: "..." This dragon is so immoral.

Tai Lun said: "I said, I can pretend to kill him first, and then go to receive the reward. After receiving the reward, all the money will belong to the dragon, and I only need one chance to get close to this big man."

Victor: "..." Awesome my old antique!

Tyron said: "The dragon agreed, and I did. The target paid the bounty but wanted to get his property back, so he arranged for his daughter to marry me, and I killed him without a hitch."

"Are you married?" Victor asked nervously, "No, I mean, are you married?"

"The dragon is more nervous than me. He snatched the groom." Tyron showed a sly smile, "I told him the location of the vault and watched him fly away. Then I went back and stole the dragon's lair, including the dagger and his A dragon tooth that fell out, and later this dragon tooth was made into a dagger."

"..." Unexpectedly, there will be a turning point in the end, Victor said, "I think the dragon is probably very angry, and the sword was stolen again."

Tyron said leisurely: "Maybe the dragon has been looking for the bard. I don't know, after all, I am no longer a bard."

Victor: "…"

He thought he had heard a story about "dragons played with humans, and demons played with dragons".

The author has something to say: In the eyes of the locals, it actually looks like this:

bard pretending to kill a dragon

The big man is happy to die, dead

bard ready to marry

Long Fei came to grab the money, saw the groom was super handsome, and snatched the marriage by the way

As a result, the groom immediately ran away

Angrily, Long searched for this person for many years...

This story was adapted into poetry "Legendary Beauty: The Bard of Charming Dragons" (Tyrann and Dragon: ???)