When Dean was driving Mrs. Green Rose back like sheep, he happened to bump into a confused Leina in front of the garden.
She was holding a kettle and standing in front of the empty garden, her breathing almost stopping.
From a distance, it looks like a living sculpture, frozen in place.
It wasn't until she saw Dean and Mrs. Green Rose that she felt as if her soul had been re-infused and returned to normal.
"Good morning, boss..."
At that moment, Leina, who had already begun to calculate how many years of work she would have to work in her next life to be able to afford such a green rose lady, took a deep breath and showed a stiff smile.
Dean raised his head in response and glanced at her, almost trembling because he was amused by the expression that looked like he had just received an injection.
He cleared his throat and explained while driving the demon pets towards the garden.
"Don't be nervous, they were just attracted by the singing and came to watch the fun."
"singing?"
Leina, whose expression gradually returned to normal, casually continued: "The one the nonsense mirror sang? What are they singing? A war song?"
After shaking the kettle twice, she muttered: "It always feels weird..."
"What's weird?"
Dean seeks input from his audience.
"Hmm...it's different from what those battlefield singers sing..."
Battlefield singer?
After hearing the new term, Dean searched his knowledge base and asked decisively.
"Is there such a profession?"
"Of course."
Leinna naturally gave him a weird look, and then she realized that the people in front of her were her parents. She couldn't help but swallowed her saliva, and tried to cover it up by saying, "Oh, my eyes, why do they keep getting into my eyes lately?" sand……"
"I'm sorry, boss, please bear with me..."
Dean's mouth twitched, always feeling that his intelligence was being despised.
Fortunately, Leinna also knew what the point was, and after a few jokes, she brought the topic back.
"Battlefield singers are the creators of war songs. They usually appear in relatively large formal wars and can use singing to increase the power of professionals. According to public information, the larger the scale of the war, the greater their abilities. It can be effective.”
"Although I have never participated in a war with the assistance of battlefield singers, in the past few recorded defensive battles, their presence did play a big role."
Leina said to Dean Kopp while pouring the nutrient solution.
"So even though this is a new profession that is defined as purely auxiliary and has little potential for advancement, R'lyeh City will still consume resources to cultivate this new profession."
"However, it is recognized that there is no future for auxiliary professions, so anyone with a family background will not let their children work in such a lame new profession."
"Raleye City cannot force them, so they can only take long detours and go to remote areas to find families with poor living conditions and no understanding of professionals, and select qualified individuals from their children for intensive training. "
"Of course, occasionally one or two unique geniuses will be discovered and a legendary story will begin... But the probability of this happening is really low, and battlefield singer is not a profession with a high consumption rate, so I have no right to be picky. Relatively speaking, there are relatively many people who are willing to work in this profession.”
“Admissions officers don’t have to look far to find many children who meet the requirements.”
After hearing this, Dean, who had noticed something, raised his eyebrows and asked tentatively: "You seem to know these processes very well?"
Leina snorted and gave an explanation.
"There are people from my hometown who came here to recruit students. If they hadn't recruited enough people early and left before they arrived at my house, boss, you wouldn't have such an excellent assistant like me today."
"Yeah?"
Dean raised his eyebrows suspiciously, not quite convinced.
"yes!"
Leina turned her back to him and answered confidently, but there was a hint of guilt on her face that no one could see.
In fact, she once secretly went to the admissions office to get a spot.
Although auxiliary professions are recognized as having no future, how can they care so much when they barely have enough to eat?
Unfortunately, when it came to the test session, as soon as I opened my voice, I was dismissed.
Leina pouted, expressing her disdain for the rigid selection criteria for the umpteenth time in her heart.
What's wrong with being tone deaf?
Maybe there are people with special tastes who like to listen to her tone-deaf war song!
Ignoring Leina's little emotion, Dean urged: "You haven't said what's weird yet."
Leinna, who had gone off topic, returned to the previous topic.
"Although the melody hummed by the nonsense mirror sounds very similar to a war song, in terms of effect, it is far inferior to other people's songs."
Leina told the truth according to her own understanding.
"On the contrary, it's a useless side effect, and it's a lot stronger."
It's that weird ability to mobilize emotions.
Even she felt a rush of blood after hearing it, which shows its powerful effect.
The reaction of the demon pets was obviously a bit too strong. Even Mrs. Green Rose, who usually didn't move at all, dragged her roots and ran so far. This had never happened before.
Perhaps it was because it was the first time they heard this kind of music, but the astonishing effect of the pseudo-war song was the most fundamental reason.
But in a real war song, stimulating emotions is only an auxiliary, or even a little side effect, and the increase is the most important thing.
The war song created by the nonsense mirror is completely putting the cart before the horse, and regards mobilizing emotions as the main ability of the war song.
What good could this do?
Leina expressed confusion.
Unless Dean intended to harm others, she really didn't know what use this kind of war song could be used for.
