Chapter 180: Clue
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Chapter 180: Clue
Ray pointed at himself and asked, You mean me?
Yes.
What do you need from me?
As he asked, the minstrel hesitated before speaking.
Earlier, you mentioned my instrument looked similar to a violin, didnt you?
Had she heard his muttering?
How sharp was her hearing?
Ray nodded.
Yes, I did.
How did you know to call it a violin?
The hooded minstrel gazed at him intently, searching for an answer.
This put Ray in an awkward position.
He couldnt exactly reveal that he knew the term violin from an instrument he had seen in the modern world.
Ray pondered as he looked at her, Im aware of violins from the modern world. Could she be from there as well?
Suspicion crept into his thoughts.
To probe further, Ray decided to fabricate a tale.
I read about it in a book.
Upon hearing his answer, the robed minstrel locked eyes with Ray.
After a brief pause, she shook her head.
Thats a lie.
Naturally, it was a fabrication.
Ray grasped this instantly.
The minstrel before him was no ordinary human.
She must be an Elf, given her possession of the Elves distinctive Eyes of Truth.
Yet, her ears were those of a human.
A Half-Elf?
It was uncommon, but on rare occasions, a Half-Elf would arise from the union of a human and an elf.
Unable to deceive those truth-revealing eyes, Ray conceded.
He addressed her, Ill tell you the truth. But first, you must explain how you acquired that instrument and your knowledge of it.
Agreed.
Princess Celia watched their exchange in silence.
Although she failed to grasp the significance of their dialogue regarding the instrument, the air was laden with gravity.
The minstrel inhaled deeply before responding.
This instrument is an heirloom from my grandmother. She crafted it herself, and as her descendant, I inherited it. She also taught me how to play when I was young.
Hmm.
There was no room for dispute.New novel chapters are published on
Simply put, the Half-Elf in front of him had learned to play the instrument from someone.
Now, Rays suspicions turned to her grandmother.
Made it Creating something similar to a modern violin, even down to the decorations could it really be a coincidence?
No, it seemed impossible.
Unless her grandmother, like him, had come from the modern world.
It appeared necessary to have a deeper conversation with this Half-Elf.
Now its your turn. Ill ask you the same question. Where did you see this instrument, and how do you know about it?
Ray responded to her question with a prepared answer.
I saw someone playing it. I asked about the instrument, and they told me it was a violin, so I remembered it.
Ray had briefly learned to play the violin when he was young.
His teacher had performed for him and taught him the name of the instrument.
There was no falsehood in his story.
Therefore, the Half-Elf nodded in agreement, evidently finding nothing amiss through her Eyes of Truth.
I see.
Was there a story behind it?
She caressed her instrument and smiled wistfully.
Both had limited mana and seemed unlikely to use their aura, but it appeared they would have to resort to it soon.
Sure enough, the large man, swinging a hefty bastard sword, infused his aura into a sudden attack.
As the sword arced toward the opponents side, the latter, flustered, quickly drew up his aura.
Clang!
The clash of swords created a brief, intense sound.
Watching the exciting scene while chewing on jerky, Ray commented.
This is more fun than watching experienced fighters duel.
The higher the skill, the easier it is to predict the opponents moves.
Battles among sword masters, who have reached the pinnacle, occur in an instant.
Mana capacity, sword skills, aura quality these three factors usually determine the outcome, making battles among top fighters less entertaining.
But this duel was different.
Block with a sword, strike with a sword.
They repeated this simple and exhilarating sequence of actions with all their might to determine the winner.
The desperation and tension for victory hung thick in the air.
After about twenty minutes, the outcome remained undecided.
The man gasped for breath, releasing a cry that was part roar, part scream.
Argh!
He swung his sword.
Their movements, exhausted to their limits, were so slow that an ordinary person could have dodged them.
But that was the full extent of the strength they had left.
The spectators watched in silent anticipation.
The sword, moving slowly through the air, was just barely blocked by the opponent.
Clang!
Huff Huff
Both combatants were equally exhausted.
Yet, neither showed any sign of giving up easily.
The match kept everyone on the edge of their seats.
Ray found himself unable to root for either side.
Clang! Clang!
The prolonged duel had dulled the sharpness of their sword tips.
Their hands trembled as they gripped their swords, preventing them from drawing sharp and precise trajectories as they intended.
Yet their eyes remained focused solely on the others sword.
The mans sword flew through the air, swiftly striking at three points.
With all escape routes blocked, his opponent hastily raised his sword.
But his exhausted body couldnt respond as he needed it to.
Eventually, the sword raised too late was penetrated by the mans strike.
Even in a duel, being cut by a blade could be fatal.
This was especially true when they were so fatigued that they could barely use their mana.
The man twisted his sword with all the strength he could muster.
Consequently, unable to withstand the force, he too suffered a significant impact.
Ugh!
The pain in his shoulder and chest was intense.
At that moment, the referee declared the end of the duel.
Fourth duel arena! The winner, Ainor! Priests, attend to both fighters immediately!
Wow!
As his declaration ended, a thunderous cheer erupted from the crowd.
Ray watched the scene with a pleased smile, unfolding before him.
He felt that this beginner aura user might make it to the main competition, yet actually witnessing it unfold was remarkable.
For a novice aura user to advance to the main competition was no small feat.
It demanded a do-or-die effort.
The mans opponent, another beginner aura user who had reached the final preliminary with equal determination, would have received the same applause, regardless of the outcome.
Their performance heightened the excitement of the Selection Ceremony.
Thus, the final day of the Selection Ceremonys preliminaries drew to a close.
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Chapter 180: Clue
Ray pointed at himself and asked, You mean me?
Yes.
What do you need from me?
As he asked, the minstrel hesitated before speaking.
Earlier, you mentioned my instrument looked similar to a violin, didnt you?
Had she heard his muttering?
How sharp was her hearing?
Ray nodded.
Yes, I did.
How did you know to call it a violin?
The hooded minstrel gazed at him intently, searching for an answer.
This put Ray in an awkward position.
He couldnt exactly reveal that he knew the term violin from an instrument he had seen in the modern world.
Ray pondered as he looked at her, Im aware of violins from the modern world. Could she be from there as well?
Suspicion crept into his thoughts.
To probe further, Ray decided to fabricate a tale.
I read about it in a book.
Upon hearing his answer, the robed minstrel locked eyes with Ray.
After a brief pause, she shook her head.
Thats a lie.
Naturally, it was a fabrication.
Ray grasped this instantly.
The minstrel before him was no ordinary human.
She must be an Elf, given her possession of the Elves distinctive Eyes of Truth.
Yet, her ears were those of a human.
A Half-Elf?
It was uncommon, but on rare occasions, a Half-Elf would arise from the union of a human and an elf.
Unable to deceive those truth-revealing eyes, Ray conceded.
He addressed her, Ill tell you the truth. But first, you must explain how you acquired that instrument and your knowledge of it.
Agreed.
Princess Celia watched their exchange in silence.
Although she failed to grasp the significance of their dialogue regarding the instrument, the air was laden with gravity.
The minstrel inhaled deeply before responding.
This instrument is an heirloom from my grandmother. She crafted it herself, and as her descendant, I inherited it. She also taught me how to play when I was young.
Hmm.
There was no room for dispute.New novel chapters are published on
Simply put, the Half-Elf in front of him had learned to play the instrument from someone.
Now, Rays suspicions turned to her grandmother.
Made it Creating something similar to a modern violin, even down to the decorations could it really be a coincidence?
No, it seemed impossible.
Unless her grandmother, like him, had come from the modern world.
It appeared necessary to have a deeper conversation with this Half-Elf.
Now its your turn. Ill ask you the same question. Where did you see this instrument, and how do you know about it?
Ray responded to her question with a prepared answer.
I saw someone playing it. I asked about the instrument, and they told me it was a violin, so I remembered it.
Ray had briefly learned to play the violin when he was young.
His teacher had performed for him and taught him the name of the instrument.
There was no falsehood in his story.
Therefore, the Half-Elf nodded in agreement, evidently finding nothing amiss through her Eyes of Truth.
I see.
Was there a story behind it?
She caressed her instrument and smiled wistfully.
Both had limited mana and seemed unlikely to use their aura, but it appeared they would have to resort to it soon.
Sure enough, the large man, swinging a hefty bastard sword, infused his aura into a sudden attack.
As the sword arced toward the opponents side, the latter, flustered, quickly drew up his aura.
Clang!
The clash of swords created a brief, intense sound.
Watching the exciting scene while chewing on jerky, Ray commented.
This is more fun than watching experienced fighters duel.
The higher the skill, the easier it is to predict the opponents moves.
Battles among sword masters, who have reached the pinnacle, occur in an instant.
Mana capacity, sword skills, aura quality these three factors usually determine the outcome, making battles among top fighters less entertaining.
But this duel was different.
Block with a sword, strike with a sword.
They repeated this simple and exhilarating sequence of actions with all their might to determine the winner.
The desperation and tension for victory hung thick in the air.
After about twenty minutes, the outcome remained undecided.
The man gasped for breath, releasing a cry that was part roar, part scream.
Argh!
He swung his sword.
Their movements, exhausted to their limits, were so slow that an ordinary person could have dodged them.
But that was the full extent of the strength they had left.
The spectators watched in silent anticipation.
The sword, moving slowly through the air, was just barely blocked by the opponent.
Clang!
Huff Huff
Both combatants were equally exhausted.
Yet, neither showed any sign of giving up easily.
The match kept everyone on the edge of their seats.
Ray found himself unable to root for either side.
Clang! Clang!
The prolonged duel had dulled the sharpness of their sword tips.
Their hands trembled as they gripped their swords, preventing them from drawing sharp and precise trajectories as they intended.
Yet their eyes remained focused solely on the others sword.
The mans sword flew through the air, swiftly striking at three points.
With all escape routes blocked, his opponent hastily raised his sword.
But his exhausted body couldnt respond as he needed it to.
Eventually, the sword raised too late was penetrated by the mans strike.
Even in a duel, being cut by a blade could be fatal.
This was especially true when they were so fatigued that they could barely use their mana.
The man twisted his sword with all the strength he could muster.
Consequently, unable to withstand the force, he too suffered a significant impact.
Ugh!
The pain in his shoulder and chest was intense.
At that moment, the referee declared the end of the duel.
Fourth duel arena! The winner, Ainor! Priests, attend to both fighters immediately!
Wow!
As his declaration ended, a thunderous cheer erupted from the crowd.
Ray watched the scene with a pleased smile, unfolding before him.
He felt that this beginner aura user might make it to the main competition, yet actually witnessing it unfold was remarkable.
For a novice aura user to advance to the main competition was no small feat.
It demanded a do-or-die effort.
The mans opponent, another beginner aura user who had reached the final preliminary with equal determination, would have received the same applause, regardless of the outcome.
Their performance heightened the excitement of the Selection Ceremony.
Thus, the final day of the Selection Ceremonys preliminaries drew to a close.
Chapter 180: ClueRay pointed at himself and asked, You mean me?Yes.What do you need from me?As he asked, the minstrel hesitated before speaking.Earlier, you mentioned my instrument looked similar to a violin, didnt you?Had she heard his muttering?How sharp was her hearing?Ray nodded.Yes, I did.How did you know to call it a violin?The hooded minstrel gazed at him intently, searching for an answer.This put Ray in an awkward position.He couldnt exactly reveal that he knew the term violin from an instrument he had seen in the modern world.Ray pondered as he looked at her, Im aware of violins from the modern world. Could she be from there as well?Suspicion crept into his thoughts.To probe further, Ray decided to fabricate a tale.I read about it in a book.Upon hearing his answer, the robed minstrel locked eyes with Ray.After a brief pause, she shook her head.Thats a lie.Naturally, it was a fabrication.Ray grasped this instantly.The minstrel before him was no ordinary human.She must be an Elf, given her possession of the Elves distinctive Eyes of Truth.Yet, her ears were those of a human.A Half-Elf?It was uncommon, but on rare occasions, a Half-Elf would arise from the union of a human and an elf.Unable to deceive those truth-revealing eyes, Ray conceded.He addressed her, Ill tell you the truth. But first, you must explain how you acquired that instrument and your knowledge of it.Agreed.Princess Celia watched their exchange in silence.Although she failed to grasp the significance of their dialogue regarding the instrument, the air was laden with gravity.The minstrel inhaled deeply before responding.This instrument is an heirloom from my grandmother. She crafted it herself, and as her descendant, I inherited it. She also taught me how to play when I was young.Hmm.There was no room for dispute.New novel chapters are published onSimply put, the Half-Elf in front of him had learned to play the instrument from someone.Now, Rays suspicions turned to her grandmother.Made it Creating something similar to a modern violin, even down to the decorations could it really be a coincidence?No, it seemed impossible.Unless her grandmother, like him, had come from the modern world.It appeared necessary to have a deeper conversation with this Half-Elf.Now its your turn. Ill ask you the same question. Where did you see this instrument, and how do you know about it?Ray responded to her question with a prepared answer.I saw someone playing it. I asked about the instrument, and they told me it was a violin, so I remembered it.Ray had briefly learned to play the violin when he was young.His teacher had performed for him and taught him the name of the instrument.There was no falsehood in his story.Therefore, the Half-Elf nodded in agreement, evidently finding nothing amiss through her Eyes of Truth.I see.Was there a story behind it?She caressed her instrument and smiled wistfully.Both had limited mana and seemed unlikely to use their aura, but it appeared they would have to resort to it soon.Sure enough, the large man, swinging a hefty bastard sword, infused his aura into a sudden attack.As the sword arced toward the opponents side, the latter, flustered, quickly drew up his aura.Clang!The clash of swords created a brief, intense sound.Watching the exciting scene while chewing on jerky, Ray commented.This is more fun than watching experienced fighters duel.The higher the skill, the easier it is to predict the opponents moves.Battles among sword masters, who have reached the pinnacle, occur in an instant.Mana capacity, sword skills, aura quality these three factors usually determine the outcome, making battles among top fighters less entertaining.But this duel was different.Block with a sword, strike with a sword.They repeated this simple and exhilarating sequence of actions with all their might to determine the winner.The desperation and tension for victory hung thick in the air.After about twenty minutes, the outcome remained undecided.The man gasped for breath, releasing a cry that was part roar, part scream.Argh!He swung his sword.Their movements, exhausted to their limits, were so slow that an ordinary person could have dodged them.But that was the full extent of the strength they had left.The spectators watched in silent anticipation.The sword, moving slowly through the air, was just barely blocked by the opponent.Clang!Huff HuffBoth combatants were equally exhausted.Yet, neither showed any sign of giving up easily.The match kept everyone on the edge of their seats.Ray found himself unable to root for either side.Clang! Clang!The prolonged duel had dulled the sharpness of their sword tips.Their hands trembled as they gripped their swords, preventing them from drawing sharp and precise trajectories as they intended.Yet their eyes remained focused solely on the others sword.The mans sword flew through the air, swiftly striking at three points.With all escape routes blocked, his opponent hastily raised his sword.But his exhausted body couldnt respond as he needed it to.Eventually, the sword raised too late was penetrated by the mans strike.Even in a duel, being cut by a blade could be fatal.This was especially true when they were so fatigued that they could barely use their mana.The man twisted his sword with all the strength he could muster.Consequently, unable to withstand the force, he too suffered a significant impact.Ugh!The pain in his shoulder and chest was intense.At that moment, the referee declared the end of the duel.Fourth duel arena! The winner, Ainor! Priests, attend to both fighters immediately!Wow!As his declaration ended, a thunderous cheer erupted from the crowd.Ray watched the scene with a pleased smile, unfolding before him.He felt that this beginner aura user might make it to the main competition, yet actually witnessing it unfold was remarkable.For a novice aura user to advance to the main competition was no small feat.It demanded a do-or-die effort.The mans opponent, another beginner aura user who had reached the final preliminary with equal determination, would have received the same applause, regardless of the outcome.Their performance heightened the excitement of the Selection Ceremony.Thus, the final day of the Selection Ceremonys preliminaries drew to a close.
