"Hey, hey, that was impressive, that sword strike of yours just now!"
The Halfling Alton held his exquisite little lute in his arms, staring wide-eyed at Xia Nan.
As an adventurer aiming to develop as a "bard," even though he had yet to formally gain a Profession Level, his fighting style still tended toward standing at the rear of the party and using his music to support his teammates.
Because of that, from where he stood on the carriage at the back, he had seen almost the entire battle.
"You flatter me," Xia Nan said with a smile and a nod.
"Your playing was very useful too."
He was not just saying that for the sake of emotional intelligence. The Halfling's music just now really had improved his combat ability to a certain degree.
Even without it, those four Goblins would still have been a matter of one swing each, but he had indeed felt the change in his body.
"Really? No, no, hahaha!"
Hearing that, Alton instantly beamed and burst into laughter.
Most Halflings were like this. A simple compliment could get an enormous reaction out of them. They were very easy to satisfy.
No wonder their reputation on the Aifala Continent was so good.
At the same time, though Alton was warm and curious by nature, he knew his limits very well and did not ask Xia Nan about sensitive topics like his "Combat Skill" or "weapon."
Then he seemed to suddenly remember something.
The Halfling hurriedly set down the lute in his hands, reined in his smile, and turned toward the direction in which that Night Owl had flown.
He pressed his ten fingers together, crossed his hands before his chest like two short swords, and bowed slightly.
Seeing that the other party's gesture was different from