Thorne walked along the tree-shaded path, but saw ancient trees standing beside the trail, twisted branches and intertwined, and the fine sunset passed through the dense branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadow all over the ground.

The scent of autumn is filled with the sky,

The wind stole our language,

Such things are natural,

So don't let diamond tears flow out of your eyes.

...

At this time, a low music with tremolo floated from the forest.

Thorne paused again, looking in the direction where the music came.

"Oh! Isn't this the half-elf ranger Thorne from the Falls Town? It turns out you are not dead either!" A half-elf bard wearing a light green lace top and a dome hat, holding a harp in his arms, saw Thorne and screamed deliberately.

The howling sound immediately attracted the attention of two passers-by priest girls, so he waved happily at them, showing a funny smile, and the two girls left with giggles.

"Gilter, I didn't expect to see you here. I have to say that your life is really hard. Where did you go after leaving the town of Waterfall?" Seeing the bard in front of me, Thorne's calm expression flashed with a slight fluctuation and asked casually.

The half-elf bard in front of him was once a player in the city of Watershang Town. However, before the goblin attacked Watershang Town, he left the town alone on the grounds of creating songs for inspiration and disappeared without a trace.

Does the other party's sudden appearance here mean that he has also become the priest of Melikay Temple, or is there any other reason? Thorne looked at the direction of Sting sitting cross-legged, and secretly guessed in his heart.

"How about it, was my song nice just now?" The bard Gilt did not directly answer Thorne's question, but instead approached him and twisted the strings and asked back.

"I can't hear it." Thorne replied without hesitation.

"You are indeed a shallow-sense rustic guy, and I have not changed at all. I shouldn't ask you this question." The half-elf-like bard walked around Thorne with a harp in his arms, and smiled and told Thorne about his experience:

"Leaving the town of Waters, I came to Shuangta Town. In order to save enough money to go to Saipet, I dug a mine, repaired loopholes in the roof, sing in the tavern, and even worked as a shoemaker and a painter. Unfortunately, this meager income can only make a living and cannot support a long journey.

It was not until I was newlywed in Shuangta Town that I drew a tapestry for him. The Baron was very satisfied with his eyes and waved his hand and gave me 200 shining gold coins, which satisfied my dream of going to a big city."

"What tapestry is so valuable?" Thorne couldn't help asking curiously after hearing the other party's story.

Although he didn't have much contact with the bard player in front of him, the other party's painting skills had been shown in front of him, and in his opinion, they were not very powerful.

The bard Jilt looked at Thorne, showed a mysterious smile, and leaned over to him and whispered: "It's a tapestry depicting the Baron of Twin Towers and his newlywed wife in all positions."

"..." Thorne looked speechlessly at the bard with a cramped smile on his face.

"I have a backup here. Do you want to appreciate it? The wife of the Baron of Shuangta Town is a female player. Maybe she is still your dream lover."

The bard Gilter first looked at the surrounding environment vigilantly. After seeing no one or a small animal, he patted the dimensional bag on his waist, touched Thorne with his elbow, and whispered to him.

"..." Thorne ignored the other party. He really didn't want to get too entangled with this bard with a slutty face, so he planned to turn around and leave.

"Oh, why are you doing so urgently? That guy Sting is so bored. He finally found someone who can share his happiness. Just let me describe what I saw and hear to you. Isn't it okay to give yourself some knowledge?" Gilter trotted and stopped Thorne, and said with a smile:

"Did you know? I went to Sput, a bustling port city, where there are brick houses, stone roads, a harbor leading to the northern wasteland, the Adventurers Guild, the branch of the Wizards' Union, thirty-eight taverns and twelve special service hotels, a gallows with trap doors, an amazing castle and a warning tower... and even I can't count and recognize the temples, Irmatt, Tyr, Ogma..."

"Have you finished speaking?" Torne said after hearing this, looking at him with a hint of impatient expression.

Although he has never been to Saipet City, he has lived in Winter City, which is still prosperous in Saipet City for nearly half a year, so he has no interest in his description.

"Of course I haven't finished speaking." Gilter shook his head and continued to tell Thorne in amazement: "I haven't said the most exciting thing yet, that is a woman, a decent woman, combing her hair, applying perfume, and applying light makeup... wearing satin, velvet, silk, skirt and ribbon, ah! It's really a unique scenery. I really like this world so much. If I have the chance, I must travel to the elves' city..."

"In your eyes, is there nothing but a woman?" Thorne interrupted the other party and complained a little helplessly.

He felt a little uncomfortable when he saw the half-elf Sting making a silent vow and planning to practice hard in the temple all his life. Unexpectedly, he met another guy who lived heartlessly. It was a polar contrast.

However, the other party's optimistic attitude is really suitable for survival in this world.

"I don't think you are a believer of Melikay. What are you doing in the temple?" Thorne looked at the other person carefully and said.

"Oh, this is not meeting Sting. I want to persuade him to understand that we can wander around the world without home, we can spend money to ask the temple priest to perform magical techniques when his arms are gone, and we can find animal partners again when they are gone. If love is gone, we will encounter new opportunities. We cannot be so rigid." The bard Gilt put away his inappropriate expression and sighed helplessly.

"Everyone has their own choice. Please follow your own heart. The cold wave will soon come. The earth is snow-white at that time. You should find a place to live in the winter as soon as possible." Thorne was silent for a moment, kindly reminded him, and turned around and left directly.

"The cold wave is coming, and the earth is white." The bard Gilt murmured in a low voice, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly shouted: "I have found inspiration again."

After saying that, he sat directly on the ground and began to pluck the silver wires on the harp:

Our home is covered with snow,

Frost covers the river and the lake,

Such a thing is natural,

So don't let longing and sadness cover your face.
Chapter completed!