You call this a shield?

Naga is somewhat seriously ill, this prince is really useless... Sheld complained in his heart.

"Then why don't you just lose your identity as a prince?"

Sheld tried to enlighten and said: "If you don't pursue being recognized as a Naga prince, this status will only hinder you, and you won't be able to become a king anyway, so you simply won't be a royal family, so everyone will look at you with confidence. no?"

"What... what do you mean?"

Heka was a little dazed.

"What do you think, since you don't take it seriously because you are a royal family, on the other hand, if you are not a royal family, if you do things in other capacities, they will naturally take it seriously."

What Sheld thought was that Heka was a sword master after all!High-level professionals can't make a name for themselves anywhere.If the prince is not taken seriously, can he not be taken seriously as a high-end combat power?

Of course, if Heka insists on gaining a sense of identity from others and himself by being a royal family, that's another story.

"Don't be... the royal family?"

"Yes, don't do it."

"I... let me think about it...you wait for me to imagine..."

Heka fell into confusion, and kept muttering: "Don't be a royal family? Can you not do it...?"

"Is this guy being fooled by the head?"

Neveu discussed with Stike and Dart in a low voice: "It doesn't look very smart."

"Only you are not qualified to say that."

Si Dike replied subconsciously.With a simple look at each other, the two immediately wrestled, and Dalt hurriedly withdrew from the battlefield to avoid being affected.

……

After returning to the deep water port, the first thing to do is to take a hot bath, and then change into clean clothes.

The previous clothes had been soaked in sea water, and then they were forced to dry again, making them less wearable. There were some salt crystal particles on them, and there was a smell of salted fish.

And perhaps it was because it had been pickled for so long that when Shield returned to the Domon Tavern, he couldn't even smell the dwarves in the Tavern.

It was too early to finish sorting out, and it was rare that Sheld was able to take his small group members for a leisurely time.

To say that the way for adventurers to vent and rest is nothing more than sitting down and getting drunk.

But Sheard soon discovered a problem.

"Are you drinking wine like water?"

Sheld looked at his glass with some gloom. Before he finished his glass, he was a little drunk and his face was hot.

"Isn't it just drinking water?"

"Drunk?"

"How can a professional get drunk, unless it's a special kind of spirit, ordinary wine, before getting drunk, you must be full first."

Stike sinks Sheld with one word.

He's the professional who presumably gets drunk.

Sheld quickly found the source—Physique points probably also included resistance to alcohol.

"Ah, Captain."

"what?"

Sheld glanced at Dart: "What's wrong?"

"My knife is a bit worn out and may need a replacement."

"Okay, then let's go to the weapon shop later. The craftsmen on the dwarves' side make weapons much better than those on the human side."

"Or can you go to Molten City to change it?" Sidi Ke suggested: "There are dwarven blacksmiths gathered there, the quality is higher, and they can also be customized."

"That should be expensive, right?"

Shield first thought about money. Now, gold coins are strategic materials for him, and they are so-called "professional resources."

"The price is actually about the same. The main reason is that I need someone to recommend. I can introduce you as a royal family."

"Oh...then go there."

Dalt also lacked a handy weapon, and the scimitar was only obtained in an ordinary blacksmith shop. Although it was not a bad weapon, it might be quite durable for ordinary people, but it was almost interesting for professionals.

As for Dart's weird arsenal, it can only be regarded as a surprise.

Bowing his head and taking a sip of the ale, Shelder didn't intend to drink any more, he would get drunk, so he pushed the cup further away.

"Have you stopped drinking?"

Neveu had one hand on the handle of the wooden cup.

"Don't drink anymore."

"Then I drank it?"

"Drink, drink."

Sheld waved his hand, and just as he finished speaking, he heard the knocking sound of the wooden cup being put down and the sound of comfortable exhalation.

Is this a direct second?Sheld twitched his lips.

And at this moment, there was a loud noise from one of the doors of the multi-door tavern, and there were women's screams from time to time.

"Quick! Heka is here!"

"Is he singing again?"

"Heka! Heka!"

The people at Sheld's table stared dumbfounded as the surrounding area was quickly emptied, and everyone gathered at the door and huddled together.

The fans of some celebrities I met in my previous life were no more than that.

"Heka?" Neveu, who reacted a bit too late, looked confused: "Is that the one who took the gem back to us?"

"At least call him the former benefactor..."

Shield corrects Neveu.

If you offend anyone, don't offend the donor, okay, although it's really a big mistake... Ahh!Sheld patted his face and cursed a few times inwardly. People who keep their promises are not called being taken advantage of. This is a virtue!

"Is the impoverished prince here free? I thought he would go back to his clan."

Si Tike watched with great interest as the doorway gradually opened up a small path, and Heka, who looked graceful and haggard, appeared in everyone's field of vision.

When he saw Sheld and the others, he nodded slightly, and then he boarded the high platform in the center of the bar with ease - Sheld probably knew what that platform was for.

And those people who left before all rushed back to sit down, and the number doubled because more people came in from outside.In an instant, they filled all the standing places around them, so that the curious Neveu, Stike and others had to stand on stools and tables.

"Everyone, today, I want to change to another story."

"You must have never heard of this story."

Heka's words aroused the enthusiasm of the dwarves in the audience. Everyone cheered and whistled loudly: "Hurry up! We can't wait!"

"No matter what it is, as long as you sing it well!"

"Dangling...Dangling..."

Before it started, a lot of coins had already been stuffed into the money box prepared by the tavern owner.The rewards for the bards are put into the box prepared by the tavern, and then the tavern owner will take part of it, just like the cost of stage operation.

Of course, there are also star-level bards, who will attract a bunch of people to join in the fun wherever they go, and the tavern owner will even spend money to invite them.

Heka was like this. Although he didn't need the boss to invite him, the boss consciously exempted himself from his share.

"Thank you all."

Heka bowed slightly and said, "Next, let me tell you a story about 'a brave adventurer fights against the storm to get the Sea God's treasure'."

"I named it ''"

"Cough cough cough..."

Shield's cough drew glaring looks from those around him.

"Sorry sorry, I choked on my saliva..."

What the hell?Is this going to be sung to them as a heroic epic?Sheld looked at Heka who was stroking the harp on the stage with a dazed expression.

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The second volume is surging: Chapter 151 Chapter 49 Molten Fire City

They use their beautiful songs to attract navigators, and the islands they live on are filled with human bones.

In the myth of Sheld's previous life, sirens and other sea monsters all have a beautiful singing voice, which is enough to confuse people's hearts.

And perhaps because of this, when the Naga, who is the "descendant" of the sea monster here, merged with human blood and turned into a human appearance, the singing sound was just like the sound of nature.

In particular, Heka can produce both male and female voices, and can form harmony when necessary.

Sheld has seen some false voice masters in his previous life, but he has never heard of any master who can play chorus with two voices at the same time, let alone these dwarves from other worlds, and they have never seen such a kind of trick.

The poems sung by the bards are not the kind of songs that are inseparable from the accompaniment of the human voice as Sheld knows. Their accompaniment is more like opening, intermission, and curtain call. Voices tell stories.

Even so, Sheld, who was used to the music in his previous life, still found it pleasant, all thanks to Heka's singing voice.

but……

"I want to be the most famous bard in the entire continent!"

"You want to be an idol?"

Shield and his party were sitting in the room, opposite them was Heka who had just finished the performance.

"No, I don't go to the theater. I'm an idol if I go to the theater. I'm a bard."

"..."

What's the difference? Is there a difference between Tokyo Dome and underground bars? Aren't A○B48 and "Brothers are not popular, it's hard to tolerate" both idols?It's just that the levels are different.

"I thought about it after you said you would give up your royal status."

Heka opened her arms: "Look at the people here, everyone likes me, but I was limited to the royal family before, begging for mercy to please my own clansmen, just like... just like..."

"Lick the dog?"

Sheld said.

Heka expressed his incomprehension: "What is dog licking?"

"Uh...dogs please their masters and like to lick people..."

"It means you were like a dog before."

Stike added behind Shield, she understood quickly.

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly became cold.There was silence on both sides for a while, and Heka sighed and said, "You are right. Anyway, I will try to continue on this road in the future."

"I will use the money I earn to support those in need in the clan."

"Yes, I support you."

Sheld gave a thumbs up, although it would be for Sheard himself, the clan treats him badly and he wants to help the clan if he gets rich outside, that is basically a fantasy.

But that doesn't stop Shield from supporting other people's ideas.

This kind of thing, everyone has his own ambitions, he is just an outsider.

"So, you came to us to explain this matter?"

"No!" Heka shook his head: "I want to ask about the details of your landing on the island. Many of today's poems are based on my own imagination. I need your real stories to inspire me."

"It's not impossible."

Excluding some things that cannot be said, I can still talk about the general adventure course, and the sea monster can be hidden.

"Oh, yes, there is one more important thing."

"what's up?"

"Storm Island, it's sunk."

"Storm Island sank?!"