Chapter 518: King Shrek

Joan believed that Casio was talented in music, but unfortunately he himself was also a person with vulgar taste. He really couldn't appreciate Casio's playing style, so he had to cover his ears and run away in a hurry.

On the armchair in front of the bar, a burly figure caught Joan's attention. The other party seemed to be aware of the sight from behind, slowly turned around, lowered his head and looked at Joan.

This person's complexion is yellowish green, and he is eight feet tall. His fat buttocks are barely stuffed into the armchair, and he sits on the back of the chair. A muscle as strong as steel.

The fat man's sharp gaze turned around Joan's body and then moved to Clark's face. A pair of small eyes suddenly widened, flashing with surprise.

"Hey! My old man, are you all right?"

Clark walked up to the man cheerfully, and squeezed his fat chin expertly.

"I would like to introduce you to a new friend, Joan Vida, a genius mage from Port Leiden."

"Big man, how did you shrink? Shrek has been waiting for you here all day."

Shrek first punched his old friend on the shoulder, and then showed a simple and gentle smile to Joan.

"Good afternoon, young mage, Clark's friends are Shrek's friends."

"Good afternoon, respected Mr. Shrek, it's an honor to meet you."

Joan held the generous palm handed over by King Shrek, shook it slightly nervously, and then withdrew his hand. He couldn't tell whether it was shyness or fear, after all, the person sitting opposite was a famous "myth eater" Demon lord!"

In addition, Joan also found that King Shrek's speech is very distinctive, and he is used to using his own name "Shrek" instead of the first person "I". It sounds a bit weird at first, but it has a unique flavor after getting used to it.

"Haha~ Look at you, you are shy like a little girl! If Shrek doesn't know enough about Clark's character, he might suspect that you are a poor little kid who was kidnapped by that vicious big guy."

"Okay, no kidding, my little friend, sit next to Shrek, drink some ale to soothe your throat, the roast turkey sandwich in this store is delicious, you must try it!"

Joan's kindness was hard to refrain from, so he had to pluck up the courage to sit beside Shrek, pretending to casually look at this mythical ogre who had met once.

Of course, Shrek will not break into Port of Princes majestically in the form of an ogre. Compared with Joan when he first met in the Algonquin Valley, he is a foot shorter, thinner, and his facial features look more delicate than before. A lot—this is obviously the disguise given by the disguise spell.

Compared with those ordinary ogres who drink blood, King Shrek's food taste is closer to that of humans in a civilized society.

As he puts it, the old boy's house brewed ale is clean and the roast turkey sandwiches are delicious.

Joan held a sandwich in his left hand and a glass of ale with snow-white foam in his right hand. While eating and drinking, he silently listened to Clark and Shrek chatting about the old days.

Suddenly there was a harsh booing from the crowd behind him, followed by the sound of splashing water, cursing, and wanton ridicule.

Joan guessed without looking back that the people in the tavern finally couldn't bear the alternative playing style of the high ogre poet Mr. Casio, and tried to boo him away from the stage in exchange for a moment of clean ears.

In fact, Casio had long expected that his music style might not be understood by the public. At first, when he heard the booing from the audience, he turned a deaf ear with a cheeky face, raised his head, squinted his eyes, and continued to play on the stage like narcissism.

The audience was deeply irritated by his attitude of "no point in their hearts". The boos from the audience became more and more violent, and the grumpy ones poured wine on the stage directly. .

Realizing the excitement in the audience, Casio could no longer pretend to be an "ostrich", so he had to stop playing, hugged the lute, jumped off the stage in embarrassment, escaped from the crowd amid boos, and returned to the bar in despair.

"These vulgar guys all have a pair of ears for nothing, and they don't deserve to appreciate music with real artistic value!"

The poet took the towel from Joan, wiped the wine stains on his face, and complained angrily.

Shrek put down the oak wine glass, and asked his court poet with a helpless face: "Casio, you can obviously play beautiful music that pleases everyone here, why don't you play it that way, but deliberately play something that everyone can't understand?" The music, for no reason, is offensive?"

Casio's handsome face was immediately covered by melancholy, with confusion appearing in his eyes, and he murmured: "I can't tell what I'm thinking... Art, art, is like a devil parasitizing deep in my soul. Whispering in the ear, one moment persuaded me to please the audience, and the other moment persuaded me to stick to my pursuit, which made me at a loss what to do."

Shrek and Clark looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and spread their hands together.

Rough guys with straightforward personalities like them can't understand the poet's sensitive heart. What are they struggling with?

Joan, on the other hand, developed a bit of sympathy for the underappreciated Mr. Casio.

He himself occasionally has similar confusions during his studies. For example, some spells are very delicately structured and very interesting. spell?

Qiao An knows that art is more subtle, more emotional, and more indescribable than arcane knowledge, and the suffering and hesitation experienced by artists in the process of creation and performance are far more severe than those of mages, so he can especially understand Casio's inner contradictions.

The arrival of Casio interrupted the conversation between Clark and Shrek for a moment, and then they returned to the topic to discuss Clark's treasure hunting plan in depth.

Shrek quietly listened to Clark finish his overall plan, and opened his mouth in a low voice.

"Shrek doesn't want to comment on how crazy your plan is. You must know that Owlbear Valley is not a fun place. For the sake of friendship for many years, Shrek can risk his life to help you this time, but my old friend, please Tell me frankly, should Shrek have a share of the treasure?"

"Hey! Why are you so vulgar? Talk about benefits when you meet, how hurtful..." Clark feigned displeasure.

"Talking about benefits hurts feelings, and talking about feelings hurts benefits. Shrek believes that adults should know how to balance between feelings and benefits. Big man, do you have any objection?"

"Damn! You fat man, when did you become so eloquent!" The frost giant thumped the table angrily.

"It was cruel love that educated Shrek, and made Shrek realize that brains are more valuable than strength." The ogre king's fat face was slightly melancholy, "Shrek has grown up, big man, you don't want to fool Shrek like you used to."

And so a new adventure team was formed.

Frost Giant Barbarian + Ogre Fatty + Poet with Two Swords + Chicken Little Mage

Ask for a wave of tickets!