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Let's play Minecraft in a world of Swords and Spells Vol 2 Chapter 18
🕑 Added 2023-05-06 10:19:14 +0000 UTCVol 2 Chapter 18: The Elf Sings the Song of Her Hometown
(Walson PoV)
"That long dream, shining on the tree, that bright moon──"
I sat at the dining table, looked at the singing Barella, while watering the potted plants at the same time.
The seed given by Miss Dryad has grown into a young seedling, and I can start talking to it, but it's just a bit noisy.
This potted plant, inherited from Miss Dryad, has the ability to read minds, but it has its limitations. If the other party that the plant is talking to refuses to communicate using their mind , it will be nothing but a decoration.
Back to the present, now I am sitting at the dining table, while Barella held a handful of ukulele in her hand, swishing it around with a joyful smile on her face.
Ukulele is something that I made for her.
Seeing that she likes to sing very much, I feel that there is something missing if she sings without using any instrument, so I made it for her. This musical instrument does not exist in this world, and the more common type of instruments that are similar to it are the harps and the like.
She had never seen this instrument before, and she was very clumsy at using it at first.
But I gotta say, she's a genius.
After a little guidance from me on what made what sound, the rest of the needed skills are something that she gained from practicing by herself , and she has been able to skillfully use the ukulele to make the songs she sang before become even better, which is amazing.
In my previous life, I often heard popular music in all kinds of categories such as rock and jazz, but the music in this world is different, all of the known music is classical.
Listening to Barella playing ukulele and singing, there is an ingenious leisure in it.
I brought over a new barrel of wine.
While not specifically explained earlier, all of these wines are all brewed by myself.
To be honest, I don't know anything about winemaking.
In minecraft, there is a material that can be used to brew potions called [Fermented Spider Eye].
It is made by crafting spider eyes, mushrooms, and sugar, into the crafting table.
Don't ask me why those three ended up as [Fermented Spider Eye], there is no logic behind minecraft crafting system..
With that in mind, I thought that, if I want to make something fermented, I need to synthesize it with mushrooms and sugar, so I tried to combine mushrooms and sugar with various fruits.
Sure enough, a fermented fruit appeared.
When using a brewing stand to brew the fermented fruit, a barrel of fruit wine can be produced in about 30 minutes.
I have a total of 5 brewing stands under my command, and it will not affect my potion crafting too much to be honest.
First, because I won't sell so many of these powerful potions, or the market will be in chaos due to the sudden increase in potion.
Second, our own usage of those potions is also very low.
So I used the brewing stand to produce other things.
Back to the topic of wine, I have recently become quite interested in bartending.
It turns out that mixing various fruit wines in different proportions will also have different flavors, and sometimes the taste will change drastically when mixed with vanilla and so on.
A small part of the blend I made is sold as a special product in the store, and the rest of it I drink with Barella at night.
Barella is simply a wine hog.
She is very good at drinking, her drinking capacity is bottomless, no matter how much she drinks, her face is always flushed and she is not out of breath.
Now I have developed the habit of drinking with Barella at night and listening to her beautiful singing voice.
...however, I'm curious as to why she's wearing a slave collar.
[Barella LV19 HP 143/143 Status: [Curse of Surbodination], [Elf Spiritualization: Already Used] Title: Slave of Baron]
One thing to add, on the [Detection Radar], when I first met with Barella, it was her Her real name, "Aurevia Bratio Ilf" that is listed, and it's super long.
But as soon as I called her Barella, the name instead became Barella.
It seems that this ability is also subject to my subjective influence.
Slave of the elves, it feels like something super dreamy.
Well, the above is a joke.
During this period of time, I spent more time with Barella. And although the relationship between us two was like friends, I soon discovered that there should be more hidden stories behind Barella's past.
When drinking recently, I always drink less so as not to get drunk, and spend some time observing Barella.
Occasionally, she will show a sad look after drinking, at that time she will be a little drunk, but soon she will return to her usual laughing appearance.
I didn't ask her about the collar, for fear I'd step on her land mine.
I once asked Grace a little about her.
Grace said she was an elf without an elf weapon.
Of course I didn't ask Barella about that matter either.
As mentioned before, elf weapons are as precious as a second life for elves, and each elf will only have one elf weapon in their lifetime.
...and it's not necessarily weapons.
For example, an elven blacksmith might have an elven anvil or something.
However, there can only be one elf weapon in a lifetime, and an elf who loses an elf weapon will become an existence that is discriminated against by other elves, and they may encounter all kinds of bad treatment should they become a slave.
Grace also said that Barella was often bullied in the school, but the elf always endured it while continuing to maintain that laughing look.
Honestly, I kind of wanted to help her.
In the status of Barella , there is a state of [Elf Spiritualization: Already Used], which excludes the situation that she does not have her elf equipment. I think she lost her elf equipment for some reason.
Although we are friends, I know very little about Barella.
All I knew was that she was Grace's roommate, a sixth grader who had been at the academy for seven years and would definitely be graduating this year.
"Why do you keep staring at me?" Barella waved her hand in front of my eyes, bringing me back to focus, "Did you pay attention to my singing? That's my favorite song from my hometown." Ah, that's right.
The songs she sang seemed to come from her hometown.
She seems to be a very homesick person, will she go back after graduation?
"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm a little drunk, almost falling asleep listening to your song." This was my excuse.
"Really? It's only autumn now, so it's so cold." After saying so, Barella folded her arms and her body trembled.
The movement lifts her chest up.
Oh, her boobs are huge.
It has more weight than Melon
"...Your gaze makes me feel like you want to get me pregnant."
"What should I call the baby?" It's okay to sexually harass a friend, but if Grace was around, I'd definitely get a bunch of fireballs casted right to my face.
I took out a blanket from the [storage box] and handed it to Barella.
"What an obscene guy, I don't know what Grace was thinking when she chose you."
"Okay, by the way, do you want a suit of clothes here? I accidentally made the wrong size, so can I give it to you?"
I asked . Take out a furry wolf fur outfit from the [Inventory] again.
The clothes that Barella has been wearing all this time are just a few thin shirts, and there are still many traces of mending on them.
I can't help but wonder if Barella is in trouble economically, but I have no way of knowing.
I haven't heard of her working any part-time jobs either.
She came to drink with me, and now I have asked her to help me in the name of tasting.
"...Thanks, Pervert Walson."
"Thought you wouldn't want it, Barella."
"..." Barella just stared at me in silence, she picked up a new flagon and drank.
Hm? Why does the place feel so cold all of a sudden?
Obviously, with Barella's cheerful personality, she has never let the place cool down.
Seeing her silence, I also started to drink.
The sudden silence lasted until I started to feel drunk after chugging down four barrels of wine, and then Barella spoke.
".I know you are trying to help…"
"Nope, you are going to help me deal with the excess inventory."
"... But you can't help me, the problems that are behind me are very complicated."
"Do you know what I think? I think things will become much easier in front of Melon fist." I joked.
I saw Melon next to me looking at me with a puzzled expression.
Don't think too much about it Melon, this is just a metaphor...probably.
"At least, tell me what difficulties you're having. You've had so many drinks with me as a friend, and yet it seems I don't know you at all."
"What's the use of listing it? I'm trying not to think about it, and if I talk about it, it will just cause you trouble."
". . . . . " After listening to her words, I laughed.
I have been getting along with Barella all this time, and I always feel that there has yet to be any real "heart-to-heart" conversation between us, which makes me feel very unpleasant.
And with my power, I don't think there is a problem in this world that I can't handle, I'm a very capable person you see.
And besides, I have to pay back the kindness that she gave to me and Grace.
"Alright then , let's make a bet." I know that Barella is not only like to drinking wine and singing songs, she's also rather fond of doing gambling.
". . . . I'll bite, what do you want to bet?"
"If I can solve your problem, it will be considered as repaying your kindness for helping me and Grace," I took out an item from the [storage box], something in which I had previously replaced from melon. "If I can't handle the problem, then you can put this on for me."
Anyway, if I put this on, it's easy for me to escape.
