Trade Academy!
Having heard Jiang Lu's words, the old man nodded and calmed down, "If that's the case, then you should leave. Don't disturb me. As for Cu Chulainn, I will go and ask him."
Though he had been sent away, Jiang Lu, whose face now bore an unprovoked blood mark, could not let the matter rest.
Once he realized that he was in the presence of the court's chief Bard, his mind immediately conjured up a plan to gain access to Conchobar and strengthen his own power without going through Cu Chulainn.
"Don't rush, now that I'm here, how can I go back empty-handed?" Jiang Lu said cheerfully, draping his arm around the old man's shoulder.
"What do you want?" the old man clearly dissatisfied with Jiang Lu's gesture, shifted his body to avoid Jiang Lu's arm.
Jiang Lu didn't mind and casually said, "There's a noon banquet later, isn't there? Arrange a performance for me."
The Bard's passive ability is to grow stronger the wider his music spreads.
