That bard is such a charmer!

Chapter 59 The Flute of the God of Mischief

"Who exactly is that paladin?"

Seeing Richard approaching, Levin couldn't help but ask curiously.

Richard smiled, respecting Isabella's wish to remain anonymous, and vaguely replied, "I don't really know either, I just happened to run into her here..."

From a certain perspective, this statement isn't exactly a lie.

Levin didn't ask any further questions.

Mendel, on the other hand, noticed the brooch on Richard's body and quite frankly expressed his envy.

"This...this is a magical item, isn't it?"

"Mr. David, not only do you have Miss Grace by your side, but you also managed to get a female paladin you just met to deliver something like this? Gods above, is this the power of a poet?!"

"Why don't I have any wealthy and powerful friends like that around me...? I regret becoming a druid. Is it too late to learn to play the piano now?"

Levin looked at him strangely after hearing this: "Didn't a female druid come to you before, but you came up and started talking about hybridization and breeding, which scared her away."

Mendel's face immediately turned red: "That, that's because she doesn't understand! She doesn't even know the four methods of collecting sperm. I can't talk to her about this."

The one at the bottom, Iron Hammer, laughed heartily: "That's right, we can't get along. If you ask me, you should find a woman with a beard, like us female dwarves, that's what a real woman is!"

Mendel: "Then I'd rather find a Futa centaur..."

Richard, standing nearby, couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a smile.

What a great group of teammates!

They can express their feelings frankly, they can joke around with each other, and most importantly, after he accidentally fell into an unknown underground area, they didn't abandon him, but chose to follow him down to rescue him...

It's a stark contrast to the Sword of Starlight.

"Alright, stop arguing, we have important things to do."

Half a minute later, Levin interrupted the druid and dwarf's discussion about whether females should have beards.

He then gestured for Richard to look at his feet and said, "We just did a quick sweep of the battlefield and put the easier loot here..."

Richard blinked, waiting for Levin to continue, but found that the latter had shut his mouth instead, as if waiting for him to speak.

After staring at each other for a while, Levin realized that Richard hadn't understood him and added:

"David, you distribute it however you like. Please don't refuse; this is what you deserve."

Mendel and Hammer nodded in agreement with Levin.

At first, the Forest Arrow Squad wasn't quite sure of Richard's strength, only thinking that Grace was the strongest. But after hearing Amelie's plan and witnessing the numerous victories, they were completely convinced of Richard's abilities.

They were worried that they would only see a corpse after coming down, but they were unexpectedly rescued. How could they not give them a thumbs up?

They had never seen such a skilled fighter, such a master of survival, and such a brilliant mind as a poet!

According to the rules of adventurers, the one with the most merit should receive the best spoils.

Seeing that everyone insisted, Richard no longer held back.

He looked down at the spoils of war on the ground.

Armor...

Swords...

Scattered gold coins...

Harald's dimensional bag... Hmm, let's look at this first!

He picked up the bag and found that it had a magic lock this time, so he turned around and handed it to Grace.

The lock was quickly unlocked by Miss Red Copper Dragon.

He retrieved the bag, examined it closely, and found approximately 200 gold coins, 300 silver coins, five rubies, and…

A white vertical flute, seemingly made of ivory, with most of it broken off except for the mouthpiece at the top.

That's strange. Could it be that cult leaders also love music?

Richard held the broken flute in his hand, and for a moment, he felt as if he were being watched, and he could faintly hear a girl's laughter.

This feeling came and went quickly.

He turned his head sharply but found nothing unusual, and could only conclude that it was some kind of illusion.

Suspicious and paranoid, he used the Eye of Insight.

【Name: The Flute of the God of Mischief (Can be charmed)】

Tier: Artifact (Fragment)

Note: This is a relic of the god of mischief. No one knows what it can do, so it's not surprising that it might do something.

"!"

Richard rubbed his eyes and looked again to make sure he wasn't mistaken.

This really is a miraculous artifact!

Although it seems to be only a quarter or a fifth of a fragment...

But it's still a magical artifact!

And it can even be alluring!

Richard's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and finally he couldn't resist taking out the flute and secretly casting a charm spell on it.

You have successfully bewitched the flute of the god of mischief.

[The Flute of the God of Mischief: Hello, handsome young man. As is customary, I should tell you a joke, but I'm sorry, I'm too weak right now... If you want to hear my joke, you'll have to raise me a little bit first~]

After displaying these words, the flute remained silent, just like an ordinary piece of wood.

Richard was a little confused.

Raise them?

How do you nurture a flute to adulthood?

Wait, does it mean it wants me to find the other fragments and piece it together?

After thinking for a moment, Richard felt that this conjecture was the closest to the answer.

Sigh, as expected, good things aren't so easy to get.

Oh, the flute of the god of mischief...

Richard's mind raced with information about this deity, but found it to be pitifully scarce.

All I remember is that He was a god who loved to cause trouble, often appearing as a troublemaker in the stories of other gods, basically a giant version of Grace.

Then, several hundred years ago, He seemed to have died in some war between gods, just like the god of slaughter, and his faith, offspring, and so on were not passed down.

tsk...

How is he supposed to find the relevant artifact fragments?

There's no other way but to take a long-term approach...

Richard carefully placed the flute back into his dimensional bag.

Then he looked at the other spoils of war.

At Grace's strong suggestion, he took all the gold coins (handing over half as the dragon's private stash), then nodded to Levin to indicate that he had finished choosing.

To be honest, there are still many valuable items among what's left.

However, Richard felt he didn't need to be so greedy. The Forest Arrows hadn't abandoned him in the most critical moment, so he should repay them.

present.

Levin and the others happily took out their storage items and began to store them in a grand manner.

However, this was, after all, a cult stronghold housing about twenty people.

Even though everyone stuffed themselves full in the end, there were still some things they couldn't take with them, and some rooms they couldn't search (because they were flooded).

"Don't be too greedy, or you'll carry too much weight and twist your ankle on the way back."

Seeing this, Levin stopped his teammates and said, "Let's seal this place off first, then go back to the Flying Axe Guild to report. Then we can have their people conduct a thorough search, and we can take the points from it."

Everyone nodded in agreement, thinking about the sheer number of tunnels that made their scalps tingle.

So they took their current harvest, turned back uphill, and arrived at Wanshi Fortress.

After searching around, they successfully reunited with the hound, the big cat, and the hiding slaves.

Finally, everyone returned to Phoenix City together, facing the rising sun.

Unbeknownst to everyone, a few hours later, a discussion about them was taking place in the Flying Axe Guild's main hall...