Baltica’s eyes brightened at Angel’s words.
However, she didn’t immediately accept them. Instead, after contemplating for a moment, she took a transparent box from under the bar.
Angel could clearly see a scale encased in ice within the box.
There was a flicker of recognition in Angel’s eyes; did the scale look familiar to him?
“As a merchant with integrity, I won’t take advantage of you. Here, this is Binaqionse’s dragon scale, for you,” Baltica casually tossed the box to Angel, “Binaqionse once graced me with her presence and gave me this scale. Just like the Flame Mark on your body, it can suppress your human scent. You could also choose to give it to Odeclass, but if you do so, it would be best not to tell…”
Baltica pointed to the woman with dark skin idly staring outside the drapery.
Joy flickered through Angel’s eyes; he had witnessed the power of a dragon scale in Ice Valley, where even gargoyles had been frightened into retreat.
With this dragon scale, his safety was somewhat guaranteed.
After tossing the box to Angel, Baltica started caressing the two newly acquired small ornaments.
Angel then spoke softly, “Miss Baltica, this crystal harp can be fully unsealed.”
With Angel’s explanation, Baltica flipped the switch under the crystal harp. With a ‘pop,’ the smoke dispersed, and the small ornament expanded dozens of times into a full-sized harp.
It was luxurious and elegant, twinkling under the flickering lights.
Baltica’s face also showed surprise. She had thought it was just a uniquely shaped music box and never expected that it could transform into a real instrument.
She hesitated for a moment, then extended her slender fingers and touched the harp strings, plucking them gently.
A ripple seemed to spread.
The clear notes peculiar to a harp resounded, striking a chord with a single note, shaking one’s soul.
The clean, resonant sound brought joy to Baltica’s expression. From her reaction, she was very satisfied with plucking the strings.
With a casual strum, even without a melody, it was a colorful and brilliant musical piece.
Baltica’s eyes narrowed, like crescent moons. She took a deep breath and felt as if the darkness in front of her was torn apart by the radiant stars and the gentle moonlight from countless years ago.
As moonlight soaked into her vision, Baltica began to play the harp before her, accompanied by the night breeze.
The elegant notes flowed like bubbling water, not just echoing in the small tavern but also, with the swaying flames, spreading beyond the drapery, permeating the entire Land of Repose.
Along with the music, Baltica closed her eyes and began to hum softly.
It was a nocturne filled with nostalgia and a touch of sorrow.
As if it were a tribute to the old times of the bygone world.
At that moment, Angel was no longer in the bar. He was walking into the distance, yet the enchanting music still reached his ears, along with a hum more divine than any heavenly melody.
The night breeze lifted the drapery of the little tavern, revealing Baltica’s captivating face, shining with an incredible brilliance against the backdrop of the flickering lights, swirling smoke, and dancing notes.
Perhaps for countless years to come, Angel would never forget this scene.
Not just the enchanting woman but also the dimly lit tavern, immersed in musical notes, a beacon in the night.