In order to confirm his guess, Dean contacted the eulogist according to the contact information given on the note, and made an appointment to meet him at the breeding house.
Early in the morning on the appointed day, as soon as Dean finished eating the cream of mushroom soup made by Wilmer, the eulogist opened the door to the breeding house on time.
It was a dark-skinned young man, wearing Ranger-style clothes, with a loose "X"-shaped belt hanging on both sides of his body, with many odd-shaped and unknown small things hanging on it. As he moved, they made jingling sounds. A clanging sound.
It looks like a black Christmas tree.
Dean took the Christmas tree and sat on the sofa. They had just chatted for a few words when the other party interrupted him very familiarly and said bluntly.
"I understand, President Dean is worried that Doremi can't control her abilities, right?"
The eulogist named Bass patted his thigh, and looked at Dean's strange gaze with an expression of regret that he had not met for such a long time.
"Although saying this may sound self-praising, but when you encounter this problem with me, you really found the right person!"
He said confidently: "I think if even President Dean doesn't have any good way to control Doremi, it means that this situation is difficult to solve through conventional means, so instead of expecting Doremi to control it by himself, It is better to exert force from the outside to help it."
"For example, let me complete a deep binding with it, and then use the sung epic as an anchor to enhance Doremi's ability to control herself through reverse influence..."
"Talent."
Seeing Bass's eloquent appearance, Leina approached Lucy and said in a disdainful tone.
"Maintain Doremi's anchor point on the human race? Where did the boss find the talent?"
"None of the eulogists or bards are so good at making up stories."
"The owner of the hotel where I stayed before, her son who was good for nothing except lying, spoke in this tone."
"do not you remember?"
Lucy looked at her out of the corner of her eye.
"This skin color should be quite rare. Do you really have no memory at all?"
"What impression can I have..."
Leina's voice became smaller and smaller, gradually turning into an almost inaudible final sound that disappeared between her lips and teeth.
She pursed her lips and patted her head.
She was really impressed.
Leinna remembered that she had indeed seen this Bass, one of the eulogists who came to the breeding house that day.
He even asked her to write a note.
Leina, whose memory gradually recovered, looked at the two people who seemed to be having a great conversation. While she was speechless and choked, she couldn't help but have a painful expression on her face.
Because she was forced to get up early that day, she had to start work while it was still dark. She was in a bad mood, and she was not too serious when entertaining the eulogist. In addition, Bass's skin was too dark, so she couldn't remember his appearance clearly.
But Leinna still had an impression of that note.
What deep binding, what doremi...
It completely matches the topic the two of them are talking about now.
But she didn't take it seriously at the time, just stuffed it into the box and forgot about it.
Looking at Bass talking freely, Leina swallowed her saliva and felt a little guilty.
No way?
She was just lazy once, wouldn't she really encounter a dusty pearl?
This is too bad luck.
If the boss discovers that this kid has some skills and can be put to use, wouldn't she become the culprit of neglecting her duties and burying her talents?
Leina could only pray in her heart that Bass was a parallel importer and was of no use to Dean. She widened her eyes, and the slackness she felt just now disappeared in an instant. Two rays of light seemed to burst out from a pair of big black and white eyes, like Like a sharp arrow, it pierced Bas's body.
The preacher's back stiffened, and he couldn't help but touch the hairs that suddenly stood up on his arms. He looked around for no apparent reason. After finding nothing, he continued to immerse himself in his own thoughts.
"...We can create an image of a patron saint to protect the human race, so that Doremi will not be easily hurt by the reverse influence of the epic."
With these words as a simple ending, Bass looked at Dean with an expectant expression.
Reinna's eyes lit up when she realized the problem. Before her boss could speak, she took the initiative to question and said, "Don't fool our boss here. The whole continent knows that you, the eulogist, can't lie about the epic. You How to promote the image of Doremi’s patron saint?”
"I didn't lie!"
Buzz looked confused as to what you were talking about.
"During the previous battle, did Doremi summon the storm to protect Area 13?"
……yes.
Leina couldn't argue.
"Did you manage to protect Area 13 without letting any monster break through the defense line?"
……yes.
She continued to remain silent.
"Then what did I lie about?"
Bass cried out that he was wronged.
"Miss Leinna, please respect my profession. We preachers will never lie!"
Leinna looked like she had taken a big bite of mustard.
How should I put it? It seems that it is indeed not made up, but nothing is quite right.
She calmed down for a while and struggled to get her thoughts back on track.
"But that is our boss's order. Doremi is only responsible for executing it. The one who really wants to protect District 13 should be my boss. Although judging from the results, Doremi, as the executor, did protect District 13, but that did not Not from its heart.”
Bass asked back, "You're not Doremi, how do you know it doesn't want to protect Area 13?"
Leina was speechless.
If she wanted to talk like this, there was nothing she could do.
Dean listened to this conversation and it was an eye-opener.
Good guy, I never thought that in another world, I could still see the ideological consciousness of "I am not a fish but I know the happiness of fish".
Bass continued to speak: "Miss Leinna, you may have some misunderstandings about our sung and 'epic'... You don't think that the heroes in the epic sung are really as bright and majestic as we say, in your heart Don’t you have any distracting thoughts?”
Isn't it?
Leina blinked and answered the question with an expression.
"of course not."
Bass shook his head and sighed, "You're still too young."
Heroes are people too.
Epics are also things that really happened.
How could it really be so pure and flawless?
It's just the preacher who makes it pure.
And the tricks they did were based on the unknown emotions and inner activities of these heroes.
For example, the dwarf hero Norton, who made great contributions to the defense of Hearth Keep and defended his homeland, once smashed his hammer to the ground and announced the good news of his victory to his tribesmen hiding in the mountains and forests in the distance.
At that time, the cracked ground looked like cherry blossoms, which left a deep impression on the onlookers, fully reflecting the dwarves' boldness and the sense of relief and catharsis after the bloody battle.
It is also because this scene is so classic that after the war, this scene was recorded in the epic of the eulogists and widely circulated.
It sounds very passionate, but in fact, only Bass, who knows the inside story, knows that the hammer was said to be to send a message to the tribe, but in fact the real reason was that Norton's feet were itchy. .
The dwarf suffering from severe athlete's foot was really inconvenient to scratch in front of so many people, so he chose to give it a hammer, using the impact force to slightly relieve the itching on his feet.
Of course, part of the reason must be to convey the message, but compared to relieving itching, it’s hard to say how big a proportion this purpose occupies.
Bass concluded: "It's like you want to fart, and there are people around you, but you really can't hold it in. At this time, your throat just feels itchy, so you choose to cough twice to suppress the sound of your fart."
"Then it's a fact that you have a itchy throat and want to cough. It's also a fact that you want to cover up your fart. These two facts are not lies, right? So we are not lying, but if it is not to fart, you don't have to cough. of."
The four people who stayed in the living room were stunned after hearing this metaphor.
"We just amplified the effect of coughing and weakened the cause of farting."
In the audible silence, Bass took a sip of tea and concluded his bizarre metaphor.
Therefore, according to this theory, Doremi protects the residents of District 13. Regardless of whose orders it listens to or what it thinks, as long as Bass spreads the epic according to his own interpretation, then it is the patron saint of the human race. .
Leina looked dreamy.
That Doremi, that guy who is not mighty, smart, childish, naughty, and good at playing pranks, is going to be made the patron saint of the human race?
The human race is going to perish.
She trembled her lips and said with a distorted expression: "This... fart... Mr. Bass..."
"You can also call me by my stage name, Barbara."
Bass took off two wig braids that he didn't know how to store from his waist, and quickly tied two twin tails.
The light golden hair contrasted with his dark skin, which made Leina's lips tremble even more.
"This...this is... again..."
What the hell is this!
"This is my personal talent."
Barbara smiled shyly.
It is said that rare things are valuable, and the same is true for people.
As the number of new professionals increases, this title gradually becomes less valuable.
Therefore, in many areas, new professionals are not popular at all just relying on their reputation.
Bass had no choice but to start with some points that could be changed.
He sighed, holding up one cheek in a feigned melancholy.
What the eulogists sung were all serious dramas. Although they were magnificent, they were not very attractive in terms of appeal because they recorded all things that really happened.
So in order to attract customers, the young and beautiful girl Barbara was born.
He shook the ponytails on both sides of his head, winked at Alpha who walked in from the gate, and showed a sweet business smile, successfully making Alpha turn blue with disgust, and the dagger spinning in his hand also turned blue. A mistake, and it fell to the ground with a "bang".
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Barbara: Whole life
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