The bard known as the "Singing Felicis" obviously has a brush with this nickname.
At this moment, the bard who walked to the center of the newly arranged stage changed into a spiritual close-fitting clothing, with a clean face, carefully shaved off the beard on his face, and a head of blond hair that was not sure whether it was natural or dyed. It was combed into a chic hairstyle. The upper body is a close-fitting moon white sleeveless blended waistcoat, and the same moon white cloth is used as wrist guards on the naked strong arms, and each cloth wrist guard is exaggeratedly hung with bunches of bright silver clothes. pendant.
Matching the upper body is a pair of tight-fitting moon-white trousers, on which there are only some phrases written vertically in a small amount of high-level aristocratic language that is unclear in content.
A golden cloth belt that fits the identity of today's businessman is so simple but neatly wrapped around his waist, and the moon-white flute is so simply inserted on the belt.
Wearing a pair of white leather sandals, the bard walked steadily to the center of the stage, saluted first with a smile on his face, then to the smiling ladies, and finally to the expressionless businessman Gentlemen.
Obviously, most of the middle-aged men present felt that they were severely suppressed by this little boy in terms of charm.
That's why no one gave the bard a good face.
But the bard, who was used to such scenes, showed no fear. He pulled out the flute at his waist with a chic movement, and didn't blow it. Instead, he simply waved it like a conductor's baton.
"Guys, let's get started."
He said this in a crisp and playful tone, and it was clear that, judging from the music that followed, it was addressed to the band.
The band played a deep and long piece of music. At the first listen, it seemed that they had come to the vast and boundless grassland. The sky was blue and the sky was so wide that it seemed to be boundless. At the same time, it was so wide that it seemed to contain the hearts of all people.
"I created this when I went to the western provinces to collect folk songs last year. It's a pity for a young girl, because she met the passionate me."
"This "You Who Never Look Back" is for everyone who has ever loved."
The bard waved the flute in his hand, and the musicians who saw the movement switched to the music and officially entered the program. A confident and gentle voice sounded, and he sang:
"A busy summer day, after a new rain."
"Excited hearts, crowded crowds."
"Like a lamb that has just come down, follow your brother and sister on a long journey."
"People, it's a group of migrants. When we gather together, you and I are so alike."
"Ah—they fell to the ground while being pushed, but their palms were clasped tightly, and their eyes were also locked."
"Exchanging names is like exchanging lives. I come from the earth, and you come from afar."
"You call out my name loudly, and every time you say it, your heart beats hard."
"The brothers and sisters I found don't have the same intimacy as before."
"Just reprimand, but you need a smile at this time."
"Because you're by my side."
"Phillips."
"Felix—"
"I call your name and you answer."
"Bravely reach out your hand, and you hold it tightly."
"Ride the same horse, visit a festival together, sing a song together, and eat a share of food together."
"There is no trouble, only happiness, time is suspended, and the warm wind is gradually slowing down."
"When the moon rises, the insects will sing."
"As the fire rises, I dance."
"This dance is for you."
"Phillips."
"Felix—"
"Call me by name, hug me."
"I call your name aloud, I run to you."
"This is the people of the wind, the **** horseback, showing you passion."
"The night is so long, yet so short."
"In your sleep, you murmured beautiful names one after another."
"It's sad that there are so many names."
"Should I wake you up?"
"Phillips."
"Felix—"
"The good days are so short, parting."
"I invite you to ride with me on the earth."
"But you said that your hometown is on the other side of the distant mountain."
"I know, you are thinking of the name you say in every dream, the beautiful name."
"I held up my horsewhip and looked at you fiercely, but you just smiled."
"Farewell to me and sing a melodious song."
"Praise the earth, the prairies, and the wind."
"And my name."
"That's you who never look back."
The singing gradually stopped, and the sound of the music gradually became low. The bard bowed and saluted with tears in his eyes, but the expressions of the people who appreciated it were different.
The men looked at each other regrettably, and then smiled knowingly. But the ladies had dangerous expressions. Not only did Keel see a well-dressed middle-aged lady clenching her teeth, but the young girls looked shyly at the bard affectionately, as if they didn't think much about it.
The extremely quiet scene at this time was affected by the applause from the main seat of the banquet, and then the sparse applause sounded, and the girls applauded excitedly.
And the middle-aged ladies in costumes continued to applaud reluctantly.
Mr. Keir and Mr. Scott looked at each other and applauded, while Mr. "Dry Flat Olier" on the left winked and applauded, and whispered to Keir who was sitting on his right. People whispered.
"Haha, Felicis, a shameless and handsome guy, was kidnapped by horse bandits when he went to the western provinces last year to collect pictures. As his friend, I spent a lot of money to get him back Yes. I heard from the man who ransomed, that this guy managed to get several young girls from the horse bandits during the six months he was tied up."
Shaking his head, he said helplessly: "The horse bandits refused to let him go easily. This guy actually taught the brutal horse bandits to write poetry during that time. He called himself uh, he called himself a free citizen like the wind coming."
Kiel laughed out loud after hearing this, but Mr. "Dry Flat Olier" quickly put his finger up to his mouth to prevent Kiel from laughing. But Mr. Scott next to him didn't care. He not only laughed, but also said that he would reveal the news to those middle-aged ladies who were secretly jealous.
Make trouble for that handsome bard.
However, Mr. "Dry Olier" made Mr. Scott dispel this idea despite his good words.
Afterwards, amidst applause, the bard named Felicis walked off the stage and sat down on a soft stool that was specially vacated for him.
At this time, the soothing music sounded again, and a new wave of meals was brought up again.
This time, it is freshly baked poultry baked in the firepit. Several different kinds of poultry are roasted with browned skin and full of aroma. According to the usual practice, only three or five people can finish one poultry, and two of them are given to Keel once.
The young chef even came to ask Keel which of several different types of poultry to choose.
Keel looked around and chose two birds he didn't know to try.
Facing the two large plates of roasted poultry, Keel first reached out to take off their plump leg meat, and swallowed the soft, salty, delicious leg meat in a few mouthfuls.
Mr. Scott next to him asked Keel to try the delicacy of roasting in the belly of the poultry.
Keel cut open the belly of the poultry with a knife, only to find several tender fresh fish stuffed inside, as well as large and small fruit particles.
"Knight Kiel, try it. This is not the stinky fish in the river outside the town. They are all delicious fish raised alone in the pool in the yard. They are all carnivorous fish that are fed fresh meat every day. This smell Best."
Keir wanted to eat a piece with a fork, but Mr. Scott recommended digging with a silver spoon, because the meat was too soft and tender, so it needed to be eaten with a spoon.
Kiel tasted it according to his method, and it was really delicious, far better than the poultry meat that wrapped them.
As soon as the meat of the small carnivorous fish is imported, it is turned into smaller particles by the tongue. With its own oil, the taste is very wonderful. Especially after its meat becomes fine particles, it will not become finer again, and the granular fish meat still has a certain degree of elasticity.
Most of the other people in the main seat next to him only ate half a poultry, and even Mr. Ottosfetten only ate two fresh and tender fish, and then continued to ask Mr. Bantorissa about the details of the story of Lady Winter.
In the banquet below, everyone simply used some poultry. The ladies prefer the small fish wrapped in the poultry, while the men don't care and eat them all.
Accompanied by the clinking of wine glasses and the sound of conversation, the dance team of Dorne Town came on stage.
While everyone was eating, the waiters had expanded the previous stage, turning the original square low wooden stage into a long T-shaped stage.
Nine beautiful young girls in long dresses came up with bouquets of flowers.
Each of them was dressed differently, and Keel's keen eyes could easily see that each of them matched the different bouquets they had in their hands.
A girl holding a bright red flower in her hand will naturally wear the same fiery and bright clothes, while holding a white and pure flower, then that girl will naturally wear a long white dress, with light movements and smooth dancing.
As soon as these young dancers came on stage, they started dancing directly with the brisk music, so that everyone had to put down their wine glasses, knives and forks. The youngest, most beautiful and delicate girl in the lead is naturally the youngest daughter of Mr. 'Olier the Dry'.
The girl blinked at her father, and glanced at Kiel, who was about the same age as her, with a look of surprise on her face. She obviously didn't understand how Kiel was so different from her father and uncle at this age. We sat together.
Even a knight.
Seeing his daughter's absent-mindedness, Mr. "Dry Olier" lowered his face, scaring his little daughter back to her senses, and performed well as the team leader.
Dancing is not just dancing. Among the nine people, when the people in front are spinning and jumping, the girls in the back are naturally not idle, and they often sing a phrase with a young voice. Naturally, these immature voices cannot be compared with the professional bards before.
Naturally, this performance does not attract the interest of the ladies. At most, they quietly judge a certain dancer's clothing and figure. And the men look bright.
But Keir felt so boring. After all, he had never seen any dances through the Internet in his whole life. Although young girls in this world are singing and dancing, they are dressed in complicated and compact clothes, and their movements are very restrained, with little ups and downs. Singing is more of an amateur level.
It can only be said that it is a small place, and the dancing girls are just a tool for the daughters of wealthy families to climb up the family.
The only thing worthy of praise is the costumes and jewels adorning the dancers. Clothes are specially made by tailors or by themselves to fit each person's figure and personality. And the shiny jewels on their bodies are also real ones, unlike the previous life where the decorations on the dancers are all imitations.
The pinned in the hair is real gold, really heavy and really shiny. Especially under the candlelight of the surrounding lights, the gold is even more sparkling.
As for the pearls on the forehead, the smallest one is the size of a thumbnail. The youngest daughter of Mr. "Dry Flat Olier" has a milky white pearl the size of an eyeball on her forehead. I'm afraid this thing is worth tens of dollars. Gold coins.
The earrings of the dancers are also different, and the gems inlaid on them are also different according to the color of the clothes and the bouquets they hold.
The polishing of the gem is a little rough, but the flickering in the light is obviously a real thing.
The gorgeous bracelets on their slender wrists also use special techniques to make tiny silver rods that can swing. When the wrists are turned, the slender silver rods will collide with each other, making a crisp sound.
It can be seen that as a set of dance moves that have only been officially performed twice, they are still a little unfamiliar. But the people who admired the dance didn't care much.
After a while, as the music gradually stopped, loud applause sounded, far exceeding the warm applause of the bards before. The little girls gathered together excitedly, and bowed to the banquet host hand in hand to thank them.
At the main banquet seats, including Keir, everyone applauded vigorously, obviously trying to show off Mr. "Flatty Olier". Even Mr. Ottosfetten, who was not very interested in these things, clapped as hard as he could, expressing his encouragement to the dancers who presented bright and enthusiastic dances like spring.
Interestingly, after the dance ended, these young dancers did not leave the stage, but walked off the stage individually, and sat down with the male and female relatives and friends in the audience, chatting excitedly in a low voice.
The youngest daughter of Mr. "Dry Flat Olier" also trotted over with a gust of fragrance. When she walked around the banquet seats, Mr. Scott took the opportunity to pat her on the bottom.
The little girl whimpered, and then threw the bouquet viciously at her Uncle Scott.
Scott received the bouquet with his face, took a deep breath of the bouquet pretending to be funny, and shook his head: "Ah, Little Cornina is really fragrant. I think the bards were watching you just now."
After being told this, Cornina, who jumped behind her father, poked her eyes wide and asked excitedly, "Is it true? Is Mr. Felicis really watching me?"
Mr. "Small Olier" said angrily: "Where is it? I remember that he was having a heated fight with the two ladies sitting around him, and he didn't have time to look at you at all."
"Huh~!"
This is the little girl's coquettish humming.
"But father, I have watched Conina's dance carefully. Compared with the last time, I have improved a lot! I will reward you when I go back!"
Mr. "Dry Flat Olier" had a doting look on his face, and the little girl naturally hit the snake on the stick, clamoring coquettishly for a lady's magic tiara that can emit charming light.
Faced with this request, Mr. "Dry Olier" looked embarrassed, begging for mercy to change his younger daughter, which he really couldn't do.
It's not that he didn't have the money to buy the magic power crown, but that he doesn't have the qualifications and connections.
Magicians seldom have direct contact with merchants. It's not that magicians don't know that merchants have a wider range of resources, but they simply look down on the merchant class. More often, they will establish reliable transactions with nobles from all over the world through the stable and long-term channel of the noble council.
After all, magicians have a long lifespan. If there is no accident, even magic apprentices who are not magicians can live for more than a hundred years if they think about it.
For example, most of the merchants who trade because they want to eat and sleep on the commercial roads are quite old in their 40s and 50s, and many of them died before they lived to be 70 years old.
In the merchant society, the power of wealth keeps rising and falling, and it is difficult for magicians to establish friendship and transaction trust with a certain merchant or chamber of commerce for a long time.
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Fortunately, Mr. "Dry Olier" cleverly used the matter of introducing Knight Kiel to his youngest daughter to divert this topic.
"This is Joe Keel Cavalier. He looks about the same age as you, so you must pay more attention when practicing dancing, so that you can achieve something as soon as possible."
Keir smiled, he never thought that he would become someone else's child one day.
The little girl is not very interested in Kiel, who is big and thick, after all, Kiel's callused palms are almost as big as hers~www.mtlnovel.com~ Not to mention the strong arms and neck, which are both Thicker than her waist.
It looks kind of scary.
Keir didn't lick his face and leaned over, but asked Mr. Scott next to him in a low voice, what to say about the next band playing music.
"Oh, this, when the band is playing, we are more casual here. You can open the door of the terrace and enjoy the quiet night and the blooming flowers in spring. Or sit in your own place to eat, drink, talk and laugh with friends If you still have the energy, you can also invite the lady who has the same eyes to have a gorgeous dance with beautiful music. Haha, I think our bard and little Cornina must be the most popular at that time It's a man and a woman. Don't you think so, little Cornina?"
When asked about herself, she didn't know what she thought of. The little girl lying on the back of the chair behind her father blushed and giggled while covering her face.
"Oh, what good thing did you think of? Tell everyone."
The little girl said shyly, "Do you think Mr. Felicis will invite me to dance? Woohoo! Shall I agree? Is it not good to agree too soon? It seems a bit unreserved?"
Mr. "Dry Olier" said angrily: "Kenina, your activities tonight are over, follow the maid downstairs, and go home in your soft sedan chair! Our Mr. Bard, he must Will be here all night, if he can handle it."
The other people who heard this immediately rolled their eyes. Everyone understood what the father meant, and it was obvious that he disliked his daughter for getting acquainted with the irresponsible bard.
If it were replaced by a noble heir, the attitude of this middle-aged successful businessman would be very different, right?