Chapter 517 Poet Casio

"Mr. Hainier, where are we going next?"

Standing in the lively streets of Prince Port, Joan felt as if he had returned to Leiden Port, and his mood was a bit complicated.

"It's getting late, let's go to the 'Old Man' tavern in the dock area, where Shrek and I made an appointment to meet."

Clark whistled, stopped a taxi, called Joan to jump into the car, and told the driver to take them to the dock area.

The carriage galloped briskly along the smooth stone-paved street, and within a quarter of an hour, Joan and Clark were delivered to the door of the tavern.

The two got out of the car, Joan paid the fare, and Clark pushed open the door of the tavern and walked in with his head held high.

No matter in Port Leiden or Port Princes, the pubs on the pier are equally crowded and noisy, filled with the smell of spirits, tobacco and male hormones. The bloody bloody Zhang shouted for an addictive fight.

Joan has never liked the atmosphere of the tavern. It feels like returning to the prehistoric world. Under the stimulation of alcohol, people get rid of the shackles of rationality and transform into a group of wild beasts. However, in order to accompany Clark to meet old friends, he has to endure the tavern temporarily. The foul air and loud noises.

Even though Clark's figure was shrunk by the spell, he could still be called a burly man. With a light wave of his arms, he separated the crowd in front of him and walked towards the bar while protecting Joan.

Joan noticed that there was a boxing ring surrounded by cables in the center of the tavern. He had never seen such an interior design in the tavern in Leiden Harbor, so he took a second look out of curiosity.

Clark noticed that his footsteps were slowing down, turned back and told him with a smile: "Every weekend evening, the 'Old Man Tavern' will always hold a fighting ring match. This boxing ring is the venue for the competition. It is open to those guests who have disagreements and conflicts after drinking to resolve their personal grievances, and the drunks scuffle in the ring, and they can also provide some fun for other guests to drink."

"Have you participated in the weekend boxing match held here?"

"Of course not!" Clark put away his smile and told Joan with a rare seriousness, "I never participate in amateur boxing matches. To me, that's a very disgraceful behavior, brother, you know I mean right?"

Joan was taken aback for a moment, then nodded to express her understanding.

Clark once won the "Midgard Kickboxing Championships" championship belt. If a well-known professional boxer like him participated in an amateur-level community match in a tavern, he would compete with half-drunk sailors or dock workers. , Even if you slap all your opponents, it would be disrespectful, and victory would be unwarranted.

This is like Joan returning to Leiden Academy now, re-enrolling in the entrance examination and the draft meeting, any spell can win the applause of all the instructors, and scare the other candidates to worship and shout invincible, but what is this? Splendor?

"The boxing ring in the tavern is not all set up for fighting. It will also be open to people like tramps, street magicians, acrobats, or strippers to perform their talents. Guests will lose a few rewards if they are happy." Clark pointed to the boxing ring Opposite, "Look, that guy is holding a lute, probably a bard, and it seems that he is going to perform on stage."

Joan looked in the direction of his finger, and he saw a young man in a gorgeous robe, wearing a wide-brimmed hat decorated with colorful feathers, holding a lute on the ring, taking off his hat and bowing to the audience with a smile on his face Proudly claimed that he would present a piece of music composed by himself for everyone, and received sparse applause.

Joan noticed that the young and handsome poet's complexion was slightly blue, and the subtle features of his appearance seemed a bit out of place, so he couldn't help being curious.

"Mr. Hainier, that poet looks a bit weird. If I'm not wrong, he probably used magic like 'disguise' to disguise his real image."

Clark smiled and nodded his head: "Your eyesight is very good, that guy did cast a disguise, but the change is not big, it's just a foot shorter, the fangs are hidden, and the skin color has become lighter, so it doesn't look like that anymore. A High Ogre."

"Higher ogre?" Joan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"That's right, that brat. His name is Cassio, and he is Shrek's court poet. Since Cassio shows up here, Shrek must be waiting for me in this tavern."

Joan nodded thoughtfully, recalling that during his sojourn in Powhatan Village, he seemed to have heard the name Casio mentioned by the Kandy family. This person had also attacked Powhatan Village with an army of ogres, but Joan hadn't met him on the battlefield, so he didn't know the depth of this person's strength.

Thinking that this Casio might become his treasure-hunting partner, Qiao An couldn't hold back his curiosity, and quietly blessed himself with the 2nd ring "Advanced Internal Vision", secretly observing Casio's physical attributes and professional level.

Perhaps it was because Casio was so focused on playing the lute that he didn't notice a strange look from the crowd. Joan easily broke through his will defense and successfully obtained the information he wanted.

...

Reconnaissance target: Casio (male high ogre)

Health status: good

Extraordinary Class: Ogre Sorcerer/Bard 3

Attributes: Strength 20, Dexterity 10, Constitution 18, Intelligence 10, Wisdom 14, Charisma 18

...

Joan looked away calmly, the corners of her lips raised slightly.

Casio's "Bard" level is not high, but that doesn't mean he's a weakling.

In fact, Casio's strength is very strong, even if it's not as good as a quasi-legendary hunk like Clark, at least it's not much inferior to "Queen Gnoll" Alpha.

His strength is not mainly reflected in the three bard levels, but in the racial talent of the "ogre wizard".

"Ogre wizard" is the so-called "higher ogre", born with powerful spellcasting ability and many supernatural abilities. Joan had checked the relevant information of "Ogre Wizard" in "Vares Monster Illustrated Book", and was deeply impressed by it.

"Brother Joan, that guy Casio's performance is really unbearable. Hearing it makes me feel irritable. Let's stay away from him."

Clark rubbed his ears and complained.

Hearing what he said, Joan listened carefully to Casio's performance, and couldn't help but be amazed at how he could use his skillful fingering to play harsh notes like steel colliding on the lute, which is known for its soft tone, creating a A string of alternative melodies with weird chords.

Casio is definitely not the kind of novice who can't understand the rhythm. The music he played is obviously well-arranged, with superb performance skills and full of passion. The only flaw is "not nice"!

His music, like a prank carefully concocted by a rebellious urchin, deliberately runs counter to the musical tastes of the common people of this era.