Chapter 79: Soul Bard (2/2)

Baccarel was on the plainer side but thanks to the bone headband I gave him, he was one of a kind among my subordinates; not only did it satisfy his need for honor, it made things easier for me as well.

As for the Medusas…other than their tail color, I was basically unable to tell them apart. It’s kinda like when a human looked at a bunch of apes. To him, they all looked the same. It was probably the same for the ape as well…

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To me, they all had the same face, hair, nakedness, lack of clothing…even the short, tall, fat and skinny ones looked the same to me. If their tails were the same color as well…that would be a nightmare for me.

A slightly puffy-eyed medusa slithered over with her companion, her posture slightly diminished. Judging from the redness around her eyes, she must’ve just stopped crying. She had a brownish yellow tail while her companion had a black tail.

The puffy-eyed medusa bowed before coming up to me, remnants of her tears dripping to the side as she did so. As her golden snake eyes gazed reverently at me, I could actually see the lingering grief in her eyes. She said, a pair of fangs revealing themselves as she opened her mouth: “ Greetings, honored Soul Bard, this medusa, Majosha, requests for your aid.”

Majosha spoke in slightly husky voice that while wasn’t awful, wasn’t that great either. In light of my race, her request was delivered in the language of the devils.

I carefully evaluated the bowing medusa in front of me. Her tiny snake hairs laid dormant at the moment, significantly reducing my aversion to them. Right below them was a pretty, delicate face that would’ve been a solid 90 even among humans. That valley below her neck was extremely perfect, even in the entertainment industry, her melons would’ve been top-notch.

Especially that lack of clothing…ahem, for an honorable person like me, I absolutely despised those women who didn’t wear clothes. This is my judging stare…so beautiful..ahemm… as for their lower half, let’s not talk about that.

“Soul Bard? Are you referring to me?” I pointed at my nose. She nodded in response to my question, yet my eyes still had the same confusion it had before: “Are you sure you’re referring to me?”

“Yes, honored Soul Bard.”

This time, I was sure that Soul Bard referred to me.

“About that, can you explain to me what’s a Soul Bard?”

“There’s no time for that, I already told you that Harlow has been kidnapped. That’s why Majosha is here with us right now. All you need to know is that we need your help in order to find him.” Her voice was unable to contain the anxiety she felt at the moment. It was to be expected after all, this concerned the safety of her own brother.

Without waiting for me to respond, she lifted me up with her furry claws and set me down upon her shoulders. After confirming that I had settled down, she took off.

“Wait, I still don’t understand how does this relate to me.” As I sat atop her shoulders, my field of vision expanded significantly. Not only that, her fur was surprisingly comfortable to sit on. Even as she sprinted along, her steady gait ensured that it wasn’t a bumpy ride for me.

However, being whisked without any reason still irked me. Even more so since I still didn’t know what she wanted with me.

In place of Habona, the other medusa came up to explain the situation to me, seeing as Majosha wasn’t in a great shape either.

“My name is Manasha, Majosha’s older sister. My younger sister has just lost her loved one and is shaken by it. I’m afraid that she’s unable to answer your questions and so I’ve come to answer them in her stead.”

Manasha was the black tailed medusa accompanying Majosha a while ago. As she supported her sister, she began to explain in a voice that seemed slightly more mature than Majosha:

“Soul Bards are individuals with a special ability. They are able to use their songs to overcome any language barrier and communicate directly with the soul. Even without knowing their language, a soul bard is able to use his or her song to transmit her words, her thoughts. Even the blood thirstiest of monsters aren’t immune to this effect, just by listening to her songs, they will form an empathetic bond…”

Based on what she said, Soul Bard must’ve been a rare job. Soul Bards are able to use their songs to tame creatures, soothe pain and even communicate with all living things in this world. Of course, that last point seemed a little far fetched to me but as of now, it was the best tool I had to communicate with the harpies.

The harpies were the most notorious bandits in Abaddon. With their mighty wings, they were able to soar to heights the naked eye couldn’t perceive. They came and went like the wind and loved to swoop in and snatch the creatures they set their eyes on.

They had a degree of intelligence that while wasn’t exceptional, it didn’t lag that far behind a human’s intelligence either. However, they had no hands and so weren’t able to create or use tools.

Every harpy possessed a flawless singing voice with which they used to lure their prey into their trap. Because of their rapid speed, their hunting zone was extremely vast. As it stands, it might be extraordinarily difficult to locate their tracks.

If we aren’t able to locate Harlow soon, he must just end up being violated and drained after which they will consume him. As for how long it took to do so, that depended on Harlow’s stamina. It was a fascinating ability but now was not the time to research it.

In order to find them as soon as possible, the medusas needed to lure out the harpies which then brought up the question, how do they so? Both parties discussed this for a while but were unable to come up with a solution, at least till they stumbled onto a semi-conscious me singing <>…and so I was drafted.

Do you know what I’m thinking right now?

Hmph, do those black widows even care if their husband was eaten? Fine, I guess they will be troubled by it. After all, that was still a piece of meat.

“I know the fact that we eat our husbands after procreation is difficult for the other races to comprehend but we have a difficult reason for doing so.” It might’ve arose because she noticed my disdain or perhaps she simply felt that the matter required explaining, either way, she took the initiative to explain it to me while sighing regretfully.

Seeing her sorrowful expression, a thought suddenly occurred to me. Don’t tell me they did so in order to nourish their child?

I cautiously broached the subject: “Is it because the fetus requires nutrients?”

“No…”Manasha shook her head and slowly explained it, word by word, all the while looking extremely hurt.

“It’s because they’re afraid of us.”

“…” Sister, can you be a bit clearer about this. What’s up with “Because they’re afraid of us and so we eat them?”