Global Lords: I Have Information System-Chapter 491 - 359: Minstrel, Englandmu

The sound of the harp lingered, sometimes gentle, sometimes soaring, with a clear rhythm and flow.

It was like the prelude to a certain movement, and this young man’s goal was similarly clear.

He ignored the others outside the village and rode the white horse straight toward Zong Shen.

Zong Shen simply turned around, facing this young man with great interest.

Accompanied by the harp music, the young man reached Zong Shen.

He showed Zong Shen a brilliant smile.

The music paused, and he nimbly dismounted, waving his bow hand in the air in a half-circle, placing it on his left chest.

His right hand held the stringed instrument behind his back, bowing to Zong Shen.

Zong Shen nodded slightly to him, acknowledging his gesture.

Only then did the young man stand upright and resumed playing, this time the true main song.

The music became lively.

The young man’s body began to sway slightly.

With a joyful expression, he drew the bow, his body swaying in rhythm with the music.

Then, with a smile, he began to chant.

"Oh, hurried people,

Please stop your steps."

You will hear the messenger of the Flower God Kerlos,

In a confession of loneliness and isolation.

In the moment of farewell,

The Bauhinia Flower beside you will bloom beautifully.

Across the plains where the lions slumber,

Through the valleys ravaged by demons.

I bring Kerlos’s blessing

To every silent land.

Chenisa’s people sing for me,

The pioneers’ alarms sound because of me.

..."

His singing voice was clear and penetrating, like an oriole awakening under the dawn.

The surrounding villagers couldn’t help but stop their steps, displaying intoxicated expressions, quietly listening.

Zong Shen looked at the young man, squinting slightly, wanting to check his attributes.

[Minstrel: Englandmu Hanover (Purple)]

[Talent: Rare Level]

[Level: lv27]

[Hunger Level: 36/100]

(A highly educated minstrel, born to a noble family, inherently free, a hero with Rare Talent Level)

Wow! To encounter a hero, and a Rare Level hero at that!

Zong Shen felt a bit astonished in his heart and also developed the idea of recruiting this minstrel.

However, such young minstrels often received good education, and everything is for the freedom in their hearts; recruiting him might be somewhat challenging.

He pondered silently, unconsciously getting a bit lost in thought.

The tune of the harp suddenly changed, pulling a high note as if to remind Zong Shen not to get distracted.

For a minstrel, having an audience get distracted during a performance is clearly a form of disrespect.

Zong Shen snapped back to attention, nodding apologetically to him, then making a gesture of attentively listening.

Only then did the minstrel named Englandmu reveal a smile once more.

A few minutes later, the long ballad was ended with a low humming tone.

Indeed, he sang very well, as if narrating a tale of adventure.

Thunderous applause followed, and all the villagers clapped.

Zong Shen and those beside him, Wenresa and Luna, also began to clap. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

After the applause, Englandmu took out a long piece of yellow-striped cloth from his bosom.

He laid it on the ground, maintaining a bowing posture, slowly turning in a circle.

The surrounding villagers began placing hard bread, dried fish, and sausages on the cloth.

Some villagers even tossed Universal Dinars onto it.

Most were small denominations, with the occasional 5 Dinar.

Zong Shen observed this scene and, with a flick of his hand behind his back, suddenly had ten Dinars in his hand.

He slowly bent his knees, placing these Dinars beside the cloth.

The minstrel looked at the denomination of those Dinars, then looked at Zong Shen with an increasingly intense gaze.

Because the reward Zong Shen gave was the largest denomination of Dinar, 100 Dinars!

Which looked much larger than those small denomination Dinars.

A full ten pieces totaled 1000 Dinars, enough to buy a Dragon Scale Grassland Horse.

All the other villagers looked at Zong Shen with a hint of awe.

This wasn’t a small sum of money; for an ordinary family, it could nearly cover three to five years of living expenses.

Equivalent to a Baroness Maid’s 50-month salary!

The surrounding lords, seeing Zong Shen give away 1000 Dinars so casually, were equally amazed.

They worked hard selling animal skins and bones, just to earn a hundred or two Dinars.

Yet here was a lord who casually rewarded the Indigenous People 1000 Dinars.

They couldn’t imagine how wealthy Zong Shen must be.

Some bold lords approached, and upon seeing Zong Shen’s name, they were all dumbfounded.

Now, Zong Shen’s fame among the lords was well-known!

"Zong Shen, it’s actually Zong Shen!"

"What? You mean the one who killed the regional challenge Boss, Zong Shen?"

"It should be him."

"Apart from him, who else could have such a grand gesture at this stage."

"I didn’t expect this big shot to be in our nearby area!"

...

The surrounding lords immediately started to discuss among themselves.

Although their voices were small, Zong Shen still caught it.

It truly is that people fear fame like pigs fear fattening.

The information the other lords obtained was brief, though external data like name and number could still be easily viewed.