804: Chapter 69 The lodious Tune 804: Chapter 69 The lodious Tune “Ding ding dong dong,” the Flaron Harp emitted a lodious sound, echoing through the alleyway.
Its music was deep and flowing, like the low whisper of frogs and insects on a still night, bringing a trace of coolness to the sweltering noon of late spring.
Passersby who heard the music, whether they understood it or not, all showed a hint of relief on their faces, such is the influence of music.
A beautiful lody can bring peace of mind to listeners, even amidst the scorching surroundings.
This path ran between parts of the city.
For visitors entering from the adventure team’s route toward the City Hall at the city center, several main roads needed to be navigated around.
However, for those familiar with the city’s layout, the fastest route was actually through several similar alleys.
Unexpectedly, upon entering the last of these alleys, one could hear such wonderful music.
If this had been the City of Knowledge, the girls would not have been surprised.
The City of Knowledge is also a sanctuary for the arts.
There, artists imrsed in music often create impromptu performances in various locations.
As a result, it was not uncommon to see musicians of masterful caliber, lost in their performance on the streets and alleys, leaving audiences unsurprised but willing to stop their hasty steps, close their eyes, and seriously listen to a morable tune.
However, this was not the Holy City, and the perforr likely wasn’t one of those childlike music masters from there.
In the Kingdom of Mages, the research-obsessed saw music and art as nothing more than a waste of life and ti.
They believed that the energy spent appreciating music would be better spent conducting another experint.
Therefore, in the Kingdom of Mages, it was nearly impossible to hear performances of such high caliber.
The music sounded distant, its notes intermittent, but Catherine, who had received a comprehensive noble education and possessed an excellent level of musical appreciation, only needed to hear a few notes to instinctively stop in her tracks, exclaiming in surprise, “To hear a performance of this caliber here is simply unimaginable, and it even seems to be a street performance.
Given the appreciation level of the inhabitants of the Kingdom of Mages, it must be hard for them to understand.”
Catherine was right.
Due to the peculiar habits of the upper-class mages, the general public had little interest in the arts.
As a result, the level of appreciation for art among citizens of the Kingdom of Mages was famously low on the Yarran Continent.
Even the Beastn, whom many humans considered uncivilized, had their ancestral war songs and dances, as well as a unique art atmosphere.
The humans of the Kingdom of Mages, however, completely lacked in this aspect.
They could only evaluate a tune as either pleasant or unpleasant.
Hence, even though the Kingdom of Mages was not as closed-off as before, very few minstrels were willing to perform there.
After all, performing there was not only unlikely to generate sufficient inco but could even result in ridicule.
No one wanted to engage in such folly.
That’s why Catherine was so surprised to find soone performing on the streets of the Kingdom of Mages, an exceedingly rare occurrence.
“Yes, I’ve heard it too,” Pannis closed his eyes, carefully listening, his fingers gently swaying to the rhythm of the music.
After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and said, “This isn’t human-style music.
Recall the third and fourth asures of the piece we just heard.
When human artists deal with such cases in their performances, they mostly use continuous low-pitched sextuplets for the connection, but this piece didn’t have that.
It transitioned through rhythm chopping instead, which doesn’t fit with human customs.
The perforr likely isn’t human or, at least, doesn’t play in a human stylistic manner.
It’s more reminiscent of forest music, yes, the rhythm also suits those Elves’ tastes.
Probably an elf performing here out of boredom.”
“Enough, you two,” Lina, who had completely lost interest in anything related to music after the Holy City’s New Year’s concert, murmured in protest, “Don’t discriminate against those of us who don’t understand art, huh?
Can’t you discuss it in a language we can understand?”
“Alright, alright, we’ll stop,” Catherine and Pannis exchanged a smile, with the latter asking, “Shall we go check it out, or should we detour first?
After all, business cos first.
We can visit the perforr after we’ve set a ti to talk with Master Philarx.
Just afraid that by then, the perforr would have left, though, it’s nothing important, it’s not a big deal if we miss the chance to visit.”
“No, let’s go take a look,” Pannis said with a strange expression.
“I find this perforr quite interesting.
Hah, at this distance, I can’t sense his presence at all, not in any way.”
Although Pannis didn’t elaborate, the girls imdiately understood what he ant.
All five of them were well aware that Pannis had exceptionally sharp senses, especially his hearing, sense of sll, and energy perception, which were astoundingly sensitive.
He could even detect the shape of a confined space based on the echo of a voice, and he could also find a specific young woman in the bustling center of a city solely by her scent.
Of course, although the latter had earned him a fair share of punishnts, it had to be admitted that this was also a remarkable ability.
However, now that they could hear the music, and Pannis claid he couldn’t sense the perforr, it ant that the perforr’s ability to conceal himself far exceeded that of ordinary people.
“No, you are mistaken, it’s not just about hiding oneself,” Pannis shook his head.
“From this, I’m almost certain that the other party must be an elf.
He has rged with his surroundings on top of his habitual concealnt, heh, only those elves who live in forests and aspire to beco one with nature have such habits.
Hmm, I think I can guess who it is.
With such skill in performance and such a strong ability to hide, there aren’t many candidates left.
However, what is he doing here?”
“You know him?” Catherine, who had been holding on tightly to Vivian, asked.
Although the mage girl’s illness had been cured, her passion for knowledge had not diminished and she remained pensive in most safe situations, hardly reacting to the external environnt.
If Catherine didn’t keep a hold of her, she would likely get lost within minutes.
So, while struggling with Vivian, Catherine asked, “Who is he?”
“You’ve also t him,” Pannis said with a smile.
“But I suppose it was a year ago.
Aside from Freya and Ava, the three of you have t him.”
“So, it’s him.” Rembering the powerful yet courteous and well-mannered elf, Catherine couldn’t help but smile knowingly.
“Back then, he helped us quite a bit, and we never had the chance to thank him properly before he left.
We’ll definitely have to express our gratitude this ti.” (To be continued.
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