As for the other type, they were professionals. It was said that the music these guys played had some kind of special magic. They used various sounds to control the emotions of the audience. They could not only make their companions feel emboldened, but they could also make the obsessed people give up their money or even their lives through hints.
To some extent, bards were also arcane magic users. However, their focus was not on research, nor did they need spell books, nor did they need to prepare in advance. With their outstanding talent in language, they had mastered a unique way of casting spells. However, whether in terms of quantity or other aspects, they could not be compared with real mages. Even bards above level 20 could only master up to level six arcane spells, and there was no possibility for them to go further.
It was mentioned in books that bards were excellent diplomats, coordinators, messengers, spies, and secret agents. They were usually special talents deliberately cultivated by a country, a great noble, or some powerful forces. In order to better complete their tasks, they would even master some of the abilities of thieves, such as lockpicking, pickpocketing, sneaking, detection, and dismantling traps, and so on.
In short, bards were a profession similar to jack-of-all-trades. They could wear not very heavy armor and charge into the enemy like a warrior. They could also stand far behind and play music, release arcane spells, and provide necessary support to their teammates. Finally, they could quietly sneak into the enemy's camp to spy on intelligence. They were definitely versatile.
The "Enchanted Song" was a skill that only bards above level three could master. It could be a musical adaptation of any key. Anyone who heard it would be uncontrollably attracted to it, and then they would sit down and listen to the performance silently as if they were possessed.
André could not understand why a spy who was supposed to be on a secret mission suddenly came to pursue Chloe. What did he mean by doing this?
Hint?
Provocation?
After all, as a real bard, he would attract attention wherever he went. Usually, the right thing to do was to disguise and keep a low profile. However, this guy did the opposite, which made him feel confused.
"Do you think we can let the Association of Mages deal with it? They are mainly responsible for the invasion of the city by supernatural forces. That bard has obviously crossed the line." Borg, the old butler, suggested softly.
Bards were not mages. Although they could cast spells to a certain extent, they did not receive preferential treatment. In addition, they were often spies sent by other forces, so once they were exposed, they would be killed or expelled.
In Linton City, the Sorcerer's Association was in charge of this. To be more precise, any sudden incidents related to arcane magic would be handled by the Association, while matters related to cults and otherworldly creatures would be handled by the various churches. The city council was only responsible for managing ordinary citizens, mediating conflicts between nobles, and defending against foreign enemies.
"Don't worry. Let me get to the bottom of this guy first." André shook his head and rejected the bard's suggestion.
He felt that things weren't as simple as they seemed. Although the House of Mariel didn't have much influence in Linton City, Countess Anastasia was very close to the dukes. Even if the culprit wanted to kidnap Chloe, they would've avoided the city and chosen to do it on the sea or in the suburbs. How would this bard dare to provoke them so openly?
"Understood!
I'll follow your orders. "
With that, the old butler bowed again meticulously, and turned around to hang his cloak on the hanger by the door.
Just as André, who had been busy all night, was about to go to his room on the second floor to sleep, the sound of a harp suddenly came from outside, followed by a man singing loudly in the form of an aria.
"Ah!
Beautiful Miss Chloe!
Please forgive me for disturbing your peace again, because as long as I close my eyes, your beautiful figure and flawless appearance will constantly reverberate in my mind … "
Borg, who was hanging his clothes, heard the voice, and his hands trembled. He cursed softly, "Damn it!
Why is this bastard back so soon?
Men!
Someone come quickly!
Get rid of him immediately! "
Following the old man's thunderous roar, several servants put down their work and rushed to the front hall. Even Chloe, who was wearing a nightgown, appeared at the stairs.
She first rubbed her sleepy eyes, and immediately saw André's shiny bald head. She immediately ran barefooted and threw herself at him, "Darling, you're finally back.
Help me get rid of that self-righteous idiot. He made so much noise that I couldn't sleep well last night. "
Smelling the faint fragrance of the girl in his arms, André gently kissed her forehead and comforted her with a smile, "Alright, don't act like a spoiled child. I'll go deal with this fellow who disturbed your rest. I hope he can withstand the wrath of a mage."
"Teach him a lesson. It's best if that annoying mouth can never make any noise again." Chloe waved her arms and made a face that she thought was fierce.
However, she was only a big loli now. Not only did she not make people feel afraid, but she also added a hint of playfulness and appeared unusually cute.
"Don't worry. Go to the second floor and watch. I promise you'll see his unlucky face."
With that, André put down the girl in his arms and gave Eunice a look. He quickly turned and walked out the door with his magical pet.
As a half-demon who was well-versed in the ways of the world, Eunice instantly understood what she should do. Therefore, she did not hesitate to draw the dagger she carried with her and followed behind with light steps.
Passing through the garden in front of the house, André quickly saw a young man dressed in gorgeous attire standing on the wall, fiddling with a harp and reciting a mushy love poem with an intoxicated expression. He did not mind the large crowd of onlookers outside, nor did he care about the guards who were eyeing him covetously.
It had to be said that his appearance was indeed very handsome, and even a little feminine. He did not have any beard on his face, and his pale golden hair fluttered in the wind. He had a rather artistic air, and his two deep blue eyes revealed a faint melancholy. Many noblewomen and young ladies who passed by stopped their carriages to watch.
It was obvious that the music played by this bard contained a small amount of magic. Although it could not affect the minds of ordinary people, it could attract a lot of attention. Even the birds landed nearby and stared curiously at this strange human.
There was no doubt that this was a very clever performance technique!