Hearing the words, everyone became serious at once.
Heavy Cannon lifted the battle axe from the carriage and held it in his hand, while Ghostface Fox took the staff wrapped in black cloth from beneath his cloak, and Jiang Lu looked around before picking up the harp that was half his height.
"You don't really need to keep holding that," Cu Chulainn said, rubbing his forehead.
"I can't wrap my head around why the king would send a bard like you to the battlefield. Can a harp even kill anyone?"
Cu Chulainn was unaware that Jiang Lu's harp could amplify or be used as a weapon, so in his view, the most Jiang Lu could do was play the harp to boost their morale during battle.
To an outsider, this might seem like an elegant act, but for Cu Chulainn who knew the brutal reality of the battlefield, it was undoubtedly foolish. Given the rapidly changing situation, he would struggle to take care of himself, let alone Jiang Lu.
