Chapter 1040 Father and Son

The howling cold wind seemed to have become stagnant at this time.

Before, even through the thick wall, the winter sound of the crackling firewood in the fireplace could be drowned out. Now, it suddenly fell into a kind of oppressive silence.

Everyone in the tavern sensed something was wrong.

The owner of the tavern, who seemed to have the relevant spying skills, looked outside for a moment and then withdrew his gaze like an electric shock.

He touched his thick neck with some trembling, and then drank the strong drink in front of him that was originally intended for another guest.

Later, under the influence of strong alcohol, his spirit seemed to be more stable:

"...My grandfather, who once made such a famous name in the Capital of Thousand Peaks, never received such a guest."

he murmured.

Some other guests, who were perhaps a bit more forceful, stood up when they saw something was wrong.

They don't know what's going on outside.

I wanted to go out and take a look, but I was a little scared.

The knights sitting together seemed quite calm.

They had seen enough violent storms.

Such a vision was not enough to make them panic.

It's just obvious that it is difficult to achieve such a peaceful experience during this repair.

And in the midst of this noise, a guest in black robe stood up.

Entering the tavern, the other party naturally no longer wore a hood.

In the light provided by the firewood, people can see each other clearly:

The thin and three-dimensional face is full of ravines traced by time.

Coupled with the many weird gadgets on his waist, probably only spellcasters can use them.

This may be a Northland mage...

He stood up, but did not look at the closed door. Instead, he turned to look at the young bard on the other side who was watching the situation by the fireplace:

"It's time to go to the appointment..."

Branlavic-Corrado:?

When he was sure that the other party was speaking to him.

The young bard couldn't help but fall into a kind of confusion.

But before he could get rid of this confusion, the other party directly waved the magic weapon on the side of his hand.

This move alerted the knights on the other side who were still watching.

In the next moment, Corrado's figure disappeared by the fireplace.

"Don't keep that adult waiting too long..."

The existence suspected of being a Northland mage said this.

Then, he suddenly pointed his finger at the closed door behind him.

Suddenly, some kind of frosty power filled the door!

"That's not an existence that you and I should spy on. Just enjoy the wine and barbecue in peace."

After saying that, under the increasingly vigilant gazes of the knights, the other party sat down peacefully.

At this time, in the vast world outside the tavern.

The young bard was standing on the top of what was supposed to be a snow-capped mountain.

And in front of him were huge star-like eyes poking out from the sea of ​​clouds...

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"He actually left behind a blood descendant..."

In the sea of ​​clouds, Corrado heard the roar of the storm in the sky.

They gathered into a vast sound, roaring across the vast world.

It overshadowed the roar of winter, and it overwhelmed the mountains.

All things will listen to the One Will - willingly or not...

Corrado felt that he should be surprised at his own courage at this time.

There seemed to be some invisible force supporting his body.

Let him not completely prostrate his body on the ground, just like the countless creatures kneeling on the rocks in the distant rolling hills.

For a world that doesn't have that many notable legendary characters.

Such an existence has exceeded the limit that most living beings can imagine.

Perhaps the wildest imaginative basis that could ever be provided was none other than those majestic mountains or the furious sea.

At this moment, this is Qingtian's body that is incomparable and unparalleled by anything in the world...

he?

Blood descendant?

Unfoundedly, Corrado felt that the other party was talking about his father, who had some modest fame.

Countless chaotic thoughts were stirring in Corrado's mind.

He suddenly remembered his father's legacy that he found in the attic.

The final legacy...

And the next moment, the storm roaring above the heaven and earth once again brought the will of the sky:

"You seem to be more disciplined than him..."

Me - Corrado? rule?

For a moment, Corrado suddenly didn't know how to respond to this great being.

He grew up in a human village that was mainly based on agriculture and animal husbandry.

Those red tapes seem to be even less binding than the cattle rope in your hand.

As a descendant of a well-known bard, he did not inherit his father's related business in his hometown.

After finding the last legacy about his father in the attic.

Without even trying to verify whether those records were the product of his father's "artistic processing", he resolutely put aside his family's property and embarked on the road to search for it.

Talk about your own rules...

Corrado suddenly felt that the impression of his father in his memory was a little strange.

And at this moment, from the vast storm, an object landed in front of Corrado.

Along with this object that looked like some kind of container, Corrado heard the roar of the storm:

"I have an agreement with your father."

"As for you - I am not missing a gourd of witch medicine."

"It's not in vain for you to call me 'Great Witch'..."

Is he a great witch?

Corrado's pupils suddenly tightened.

In his father's manuscript, there is a description of the names of ancient gods.

As for the promise mentioned in the last words, it was also a great name carried by one of the many ancient gods in a language unfamiliar to Corrado...

Even Corrado could only know its pronunciation with the help of his father's syllable notes on the manuscript.

But as for its true meaning, Corrado could not find it during his long search.

From the fragmentary records of his father's poetry, Corrado managed to piece together some fragmentary images.

In previous speculations, Corrado thought it might be a giant or half-giant.

And now it seems that his conjecture is not completely wrong.

It's just that compared to the giant he originally expected, the other party's specifications are slightly beyond...

As for the container placed in front of him, which contained what he called "Witch Medicine".

Corrado stepped forward and picked it up.

There was no more hesitation, just like he had chosen to put aside his family's property and choose to go out.

In Corrado's opinion, this would not be something that most true bards would give much thought to.

Only with this constant curiosity and exploration of changes, unknowns and secrets can we control those complicated movements and notes.

A bard is more than just a skilled musician...

In this way, Corrado fumbled around and opened the container.

Under the glare of the star, the turbid liquid appeared.

Corrado drank it all in one gulp...

I'm in a bit of a bad mood today, only one update...

It was originally planned to be updated normally.

But the stamina check failed...

ps: Those who can steadily update tens of thousands of updates every day are really superhuman...

——from Baldhead