Chapter 532 The Poor Poet

In the next few days, several people continued to play in the town, but still found nothing.

And they also found a local guide.

"I'm a poet from a faraway country. I want to write a story to commemorate this trip. Is there any legend in this town?"

On a low hillside, Edron said this to the guide beside him, while Margaret and Alice sat on the other side, fiddling with the ingredients for the picnic.

They are all prepared bread, meat rolls, etc., and two bottles of light beer, and the guards are standing not far behind.

The guide wore a plain grey singlet with rolled-up cuffs, and held a wooden stick in his rough palms that he used to push the weeds away. Although the clothes are shabby and washed white, they are still clean, which is why several people are willing to hire him.

He thought about it for a while, and replied, "Mr. Edward, I'm a little surprised by what you're asking. I grew up in this small town, but I don't seem to have heard any local stories and legends. Even if there are, it is the kind of common lover. The story of clutch and reunion is not uncommon."

"Is that so." Edward sighed, looking a little disappointed.

"Is there anything new in the town recently? It seems to be very peaceful here."

"What's new, I think about it. Several chambers of commerce have come to the Oktoberfest these days. It is said that some of them came from Crancia."

"Oh, keep talking."

"Ah, it's like this..." He also began to describe what he saw at the time, but a few people nearby heard it, and there was nothing worthy of attention.

"Anything else?" Edward ejected a silver coin from his fingertips and fell into the guide's palm.

It could be seen that this noble gentleman was a little tired of the news of this kind of caravan. The guide thought about it and said something about which one has made a fortune recently, which one has quarreled, which one's children are suddenly promising, and so on.

Unfortunately, these few people were not interested. Gradually, everyone felt that they couldn't ask anything, so they started a picnic. The guide and the guards on the side also got two breads and stood aside to eat.

"Is it delicious, Alice?" Margaret put a piece of dessert into the girl's hand and watched her take small bites.

"Delicious, thank you sister."

"Actually, you can call your sister-in-law, so your sister Margaret will be happier, haha." Edward said jokingly.

"Well, don't tease me, big brother." Alice replied, at the moment she was kneeling on the white cloth and eating the bun in her hand.

"My dear, I've always liked Alice very much. It's such a blessing to have such a lovely sister." Margaret leaned on Edward's shoulder and uttered sweet words between the newlyweds.

After a few tours in the mountains and fields behind the town, they returned to the hotel where they lived in the evening.

After the three entered the room to rest, Hei Niu walked down the stairs. At this moment, he did not have a sword, and he seemed to be much easier to get along with than during the day.

The first floor is where everyone eats and drinks. Since these days are festivals, it is more lively here at night.

"Bartender, do you have a big glass of spirits? Give me three." Sitting in front of the bar, Hei Niu began to shout, his voice was so loud that he could almost hear it on the first floor.

"Come on, wait a moment."

The bartender replied, settled the accounts of the guests in front of him, and then walked quickly. He took out three large glasses from under the table, picked them up one by one, put them under the wine barrel on the side, turned on the faucet, and the clear liquid The sound of flowing sounded in the wine glass.

In the full wine glass, the foam overflowed, wet a little tabletop, and a burst of wheat aroma also drifted away, making the wine aroma on the first floor more intense.

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After eating three cups, Hei Niu let out a big sigh of relief. Seeing his appearance, he was so refreshing that others around him were eager to try it, and wanted to have a glass of spirits.

"It's finally a little more comfortable. Drinking those light things every day has no taste at all. Bartender, let's have a big plate of meat. If you want meat, you need to have enough meat, you know?"

"Yes, you wait a moment, I'll go to the kitchen in the back and talk, and..." He compared a well-known gesture.

"Yes." A few jingling gold and silver coins fell on the old wooden table.

"Good."

When the bartender saw it, he hurried to the back kitchen, and many guests on the first floor also turned their eyes, with expressions of envy, greed, and jealousy in their eyes.

"You, come here." Hei Niu pointed at the person next to him. This man seemed to be a bard, telling common and vulgar stories before the black bull came, and holding a shabby lute in his hand, occasionally making out-of-tune tunes.

"Sing something nice." Hei Niu threw a silver coin over.

The poor and sour poet stretched out his hands and panicked to catch the sudden windfall, a little unbelievable, but he quickly reacted.

He was sitting upright, as if he had transformed into a very professional person at this moment.

"What do you want to hear?"

"Tsk, do I have to think about it? You can sing it directly. I will naturally say it if you don't feel good." Hei Niu turned around, put a thick hand on the bar, looked at the man and said.

"Good Le." The sour bard plucked the strings and began to sing.

"When I see violets dying, when I see beautiful faces..." His voice was exaggerated and emotional, like a drake with its head held high.

"Change another." A ruthless interruption came from the side, and the Hei Niu tapped the table with his fingers bored.

As if the duck's neck was strangled by a powerful wrist, the bard's voice came to an abrupt end.

After a few seconds of silence, he again

Play its other tune.

"In the wilderness of the sky, a young man rides a white horse and gallops like the wind. He is an eagle among the birds and a lion among the beasts..."

"Change!"

Everyone is tired of hearing the legend of Fengyue. Who doesn't know the story of Roland, the king of white horses.

"When the 400,000 holy spears stand on the top of the mountain, swooping down, the dense sound of hoofs is like..."

"Change!"

Stories from the Book of Candles are better told in a church.

"The girl who steps on the silver bell, her voice is like the dew of the morning sun..."

"Change!"

After being called off several times in a row, the poet blushed, and there was a burst of jeering around him, and everyone watched this guy make a joke.

"What style does this lord want to hear?" He looked carefully at the strong-looking guest.

"Don't be arrogant, I want to hear something down-to-earth." Hei Niu said so.

"Okay, let me think about it."

After pondering for a while, the poet played the violin in his hand again.

"Because I was afraid that the widow's eyes would get wet, I got up and came to her side..."

At this time, no one finally interrupted, and the guests in the hotel also listened with gusto. The story is not complicated. It tells the story of an affair between a beautiful widow and a strong hunter. It is also mixed with subtle eroticism, which makes people imagine.

"Okay, that's a good story."

"I didn't expect this guy to do this. Why haven't I seen her say it before?"

"That's right, that's enough fun. In other words, do we have any survivors?" The speaker showed a funny smile that everyone knew, and there was a tacit smirk all around.

"I won't be sleepy after talking about this, I heard..." A group of people started talking about the romance in the small town.

Most of them are nothing more than someone secretly dating someone, someone wearing a cuckold again, and so on, and nothing particularly noticeable until—

"I haven't seen that pretty girl Jin Na recently, but her figure is very attractive."

"Don't think about it, I heard that she and Pastor Matthew had already gotten on well."

"Pastor Matthew is only in his early 20s, remember he was an ordinary monk the year before last."

"Yes, but I passed the assessment of the Sanctuary last year and got the official badge."

"It's very promising. Do you want to please? I think the old pastor Reese is about to retire."

"What are you pleasing for? Isn't it just a little priest? We have some in our sanctuary."

"But Pastor Matthews hasn't been seen in recent weeks."

"It's been a few days, and so is Jin Na, is it possible..."

"Could it be that they eloped, hahahaha."

"Hahaha, how is that possible, I think it's back to my hometown to get married."

Several people laughed, and the black cow on the side was eating the steak on the plate, and also showed a slight smile.