"I swear I'll never use that damn demon note again!" Alfie, waking up from endless pain, swore through gritted teeth. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although he did not suffer any physical damage, the loss of the soul fire made him miserable. If he could see the soul fire, his soul fire must have been severely weakened again, and this demon note deducted the lifespan, not from the body, but directly from the soul fire.

According to his previous memories again, he came to the conclusion that if he didn't want to be tortured to death by this demon note, it was better to find a necromancer as a teacher, after all, only a necromancer could master the method of mending the soul fire. In this way, that necromancer Lucas is a good choice.

Alfie, who had just woken up, habitually entered his familiar brain-opening rhythm, but he didn't notice the little bald head Sept sitting next to him with tears in his eyes.

"Fork, what's wrong with you? Didn't I come back to life? You don't have to feel so sorry for me, right?" Alfie, who was completely mistaken, saw the tears of the little bald head, and her heart twitched inexplicably, this was the second person to shed tears for him.

"Elfi, the Bishop is gone. Seeing that Alfie came to her senses, the little bald head Silent showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

I knew, I knew! Alfie was going crazy, these tears were not shed for him at all.

"How long have I been in a coma?" asked Alfie, deliberately ignoring the stubble of the little bald head.

"It's been a whole day and a night. Sellent walked over to the window and opened the curtains, the rising sun just as the golden sunlight penetrated into the room.

Alfie looked around, it was a small room, there was nothing but a bed, a chair, a desk, and a box that was supposed to hold clothes, and the more interesting thing was that the whole room seemed to be all wooden, the roof, the walls, the floor, all the same.

"Where's my note?" Alfie thought of the demon note for the first time, although he had been on that note more than once, but no matter what, the note could be regarded as his biggest hole card to survive in this strange world.

"Right next to your pillow. Silent gestured to the side of Alfie's head.

"You just said that the Bishop is missing?" Alfie turned his head and saw that the demon notebook was in his head, and immediately relieved his heart, and turned his head to see Selent's sullen appearance, Alfie, who had already made up his mind to ignore the idle business, couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, when I brought you back yesterday with the townsfolk who were looking for us, I found that the Bishop was missing. He's so old, I'm really afraid something will happen to him. Sellent said sadly.

"He's never been away before?" Alfie asked, incredulous.

"Of course not, but when he left, he would always tell me where he had gone and how often he would come back. And usually he would let Uncle Vincent stay with me. ”

"You mean the Bishop and Vincent never left at the same time, did you?" Alfie guessed.

"That's right. ”

Alfie understands that the departure of the two closest people at the same time has made the little bald head suffer from loneliness.

"It's okay, the Bishop must have left for some reason, maybe he'll be back in a moment. Alfie reassured.

"But it's been a day and a night. ”

"Then let me ask you, how long has the Bishop been gone?"

"About a week. ”

"You see, it's only been a day, don't worry too much. Though the Bishop and Mr. Vincent are not there, don't you still have me with you?, do you want to drive me away ruthlessly?" asked Alfie, pretending to be pitiful.

"How is that possible? I'm afraid you won't want to stay. Celent quickly explained that he still very much hoped that Alfie could always be with him, and he had never had a friend of the same age who could talk to him, so he cherished the friendship with Alfie very much.

"Isn't that enough?" said Alfie, too, for to be honest he didn't do much to comfort others, who had always been comforted before.

"By the way, do you have anything interesting here?" Alfie took out one of the few tricks he could use to divert his attention.

"Sure!," said Serent, he ran out, and with a little effort, brought in a large pile of things from outside.

"Look, these classes are good. As if offering a treasure, Celent began to show Alfie his collection.

Alfie looked at Celrant's collection in embarrassment: the tail feathers of a three-eyed dove (sure it's not the tail feathers of a golden pheasant?), a bone that is said to be a three-headed demon dog (how is this different from a normal bone?), and the tail of a magical salamander (I can't tell where its magic is). ）...... Wait, what is this? When a yellowed page peeked out of Serrente's collection, Alfie's heart suddenly beat violently.

This is a book of poems without a cover. From the first time she saw this book of poems, Alfie sensed that it was different, and her intuition told him that it would be a great thing for him. Alfie immediately couldn't wait to study it.

The more Alfi researched, the more she discovered that this collection of poems was most likely the second gift of the legendary god of music to the bard—hymns.

War songs and hymns are two of the skills that bards rely on to survive, a believer in Morse, the god of music.

Among them, the battle song is specially designed to assist in battle, which can encourage warriors to obtain higher morale, increase the speed of magicians to cast spells, increase the power of faith of priests, and so on, and can multiply the magic and combat skills used by those who receive inspiration. Warsong, when used properly, can greatly increase the team's combat effectiveness.

Hymns are sung in a collection of poems of praise, thanksgiving, and prayer to the twelve main gods, so as to win the favor of the twelve main gods, and then temporarily borrow the power of the twelve main gods. Theoretically, if the bard is strong enough, he can use the borrowed power of the main god, in which case the bard who uses the power of the main god can be called a demigod. In fact, the greater effect of hymns is that they can make the corresponding believers use advanced magic or combat skills beyond the level.

Imagine a team of junior warriors, after being influenced by the hymn of the god of war, suddenly overstepping the level and using the combat skills of intermediate warriors, which is enough to change the outcome of a battle.

However, the two major skills of the bard have their shortcomings: a competent bard has a 100% success rate in using war songs, but the role and scope of the role it can play are limited by the strength of the bard itself - so far, the bard who can influence the entire army with war songs has long been extinct, and a bard who can inspire a team of thousands of people can be regarded as a master of this era.

Unlike the 100% success rate of the war hymn, the success rate of the hymn is infinitely close to zero, but once successful, it can directly borrow the power of the Lord God. Although this power lasts for a very short period of time, and is nothing compared to the continuous power gained by each of the main gods' true descents, it is also impossible for each of the main gods' descents to possess the power of other main gods. Therefore, the bard can be regarded as a typical representative of mastery but sparse in everything.