Mage Joan

Joan believes that Casio is musically talented, but unfortunately he is also a vulgar person who really cannot appreciate Casio's playing style, so he has to cover his ears and hurried away.

On the armchair in front of the bar, a burly back view caught Joan's attention. The other party seemed to be aware of the line of sight from behind and slowly turned around, looking down at Joan.

The man's complexion is yellow to green, eight feet tall, and his fat buttocks are barely tucked into the armchair. He sits on the back of the chair and lifts his plump belly. The chubby look is sturdy, but in fact, there is a big hidden under the fat A strong muscle like steel.

The fat man's sharp gaze turned around on Joan and then moved to Clark's face, a pair of small eyes suddenly widened, shining with surprise.

"Hey! My old man, how are you?"

Clark walked happily toward the man, skillfully squeezing his fat chin.

"Introduce you to a new friend, Joan Vida, a talented mage from Port Leiden."

"Huge man, how did you shrink? Shrek has been waiting for you here all day."

Shrek punched his old friend's shoulder first, and then gave Joan a simple and gentle smile.

"Good afternoon, young mage, Clark's friend is Shrek's friend."

"Good afternoon, respected Mr. Shrek, it is an honor to meet you."

Joan took the generous palms from Shrek and shook his hands slightly with a little nervousness. He couldn’t tell whether he was shy or scared. After all, he was sitting on the opposite side but a famous "myth food" Lord of the Demons!"

In addition, Joanne also found that King Shrek's conversation is very characteristic. He used to use his name "Shrek" to replace the first person "I".

"Haha~ Look at you, the answer is like a little girl! If Shrek doesn't know Clark's character well enough, I'm afraid to suspect that you are the little poor kidnapped by the vicious big guy."

"Okay, no kidding, my little friend, sit next to Shrek and drink some ale and moisten her throat. The grilled turkey sandwich in this shop is delicious, you must try it!"

Joan was so embarrassed that he had the courage to sit bravely next to Shrek, pretending to look at the mythical ogre who once had a fate.

Of course Shrek will not enter the Prince's Harbour with an ogre posture. Compared with Joan's first meeting in the Algonquin Valley, he is one foot shorter, thinner, and his facial features look cleaner than before. A lot-this is obviously the disguise given by the disguise spell.

Compared with the ordinary ogres who drink blood and drink blood, King Shrek's diet tastes closer to humans in a civilized society.

As he said, the "old folk tavern" brewed ale tastes clear, and the grilled turkey sandwich is indeed delicious.

Joan held a sandwich in his left hand and a glass of white ale in his right hand, and while silently eating and drinking, he silently listened to Clark chatting with Shrek.

Then there was a harsh booing in the crowd behind him, followed by splashing water, cursing, and ridicule.

Joan didn't have to look back and guessed that the people in the tavern could not bear the alternative playing style of the high-level ogre poet Mr. Casio, trying to boo him off the stage in order to get a clean ear.

In fact, Casio had expected that his music style might not be understood by the public. At first, he heard cheers from the audience. He was cheeky and deaf. He raised his head and squinted. He was so intoxicated that he continued to play on stage.

The audience was deeply irritated by his attitude of "not counting in the heart". The boos from the audience became more and more violent, and he grumbled directly to splash wine on the stage. If Casio was not conscious, he would roll up his sleeves and beat him on stage. .

Discovering the excitement of the audience, Casio could no longer pretend to be an "ostrich", so he had to stop playing, holding the lute, jumped off the stage in an embarrassment, escaped from the crowd in a boo, and returned to the bar in front of the bar.

"This group of vulgar guys all have white ears and are not worthy of enjoying music with true artistic value!"

The poet took the towel from Joan, wiped the wine stains on his face, and complained angrily.

Shrek put down the oak goblet and asked his court poet with a helpless face: "Casio, you can easily play the beautiful music that pleases everyone here. Why didn't you play it like that, but you deliberately play something that everyone can't understand 'S music is unpleasantly unreasonable?"

Casio's handsome face was immediately overwhelmed with melancholy, and his eyes were confused, and he muttered, "I can't tell what I think... Art, art, is like a devil parasitic in the depths of my soul. Whispering in my ear, I persuaded me to please the audience for a while, and then persuaded me to stick to my pursuit, and I was at a loss."

Shrek and Clark glanced at each other and shrugged their hands together.

They have such a straightforward character and can't understand the sensitive mind of the poet. What are they tangling?

Joan was sympathetic to Mr. Casio who had never met him.

He occasionally has similar confusions during his studies. For example, some spells are very delicately structured and very interesting. The only drawback is that there is no warm use... Then, it is worth the time and energy to learn this wonderful and useless Spells?

Joan knows that art is more subtle, more emotional, and more indescribable than the knowledge of arcane art. The suffering and hesitation of the artist in the process of creation and performance is far more severe than that of the master, so he is particularly able to understand the contradictions inside Casio.

Casio's arrival interrupted Clark's conversation with Shrek for a moment, and then the two returned to the topic to discuss Clark's treasure hunt in depth.

Shrek listened quietly to Clark's complete plan, and opened his mouth in anger.

"Shrek doesn't want to evaluate how crazy your plan is, you must know that Owlbear Valley is not a fun place. For the sake of years of friendship, Shrek can help you this time, but my old friend, please Tell me frankly, should there be a Shrek copy of the treasure?"

"Hey! I said, you guys, why are you so vulgar? When you meet, talk about the benefits and hurt your feelings..." Clark pretended not to be pleased.

"Talking about the benefits of hurting feelings, talking about the benefits of hurting feelings, Shrek believes that adults should know how to balance between feelings and benefits, bulk, you have no opinion?"

"Damn it! You fat man, when did you become so clever!" Frost Giant thumped the table angrily.

"It was cruel love that educated Shrek and made Shrek more conscious of his mind than power," said the fat face of the Ogre King. "Shrek has grown up and he is big, and you don't want to fool Shrek as you once did."

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