"Disheveled minstrel!"
Lin Yi looked bewildered at the information displayed in front of him by the system:
"Is this a deadlock Prel?"
At this moment in the Celestial God Hall, the faces of the other City Lords and Clan Leaders revealed the same confusion and puzzlement as Lin Yi.
Lin Yi quickly came to Babylon's side, curiously asking:
"What are you, City Lord?"
Babylon glanced at Lin Yi, coughed awkwardly, and then said:
"Blacksmith."
"Pfft~"
Lin Yi suddenly couldn't help but chuckle:
"A blacksmith is nice! At least you have a shelter from wind and rain."
Babylon curiously looked at Lin Yi:
"What are you?"
Lin Yi replied directly:
"Minstrel."
Babylon's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing this:
"Oh, that's awesome!"
Is it?
Lin Yi was hesitating whether to add the word "disheveled."
At this moment, Babylon saw Gibson beside him and asked:
"What about you, elder?"
Gibson replied calmly:
"Old farmer."
Lin Yi: "..."
Babylon: "..."
