Chapter 2915 Troubadour

At seven o'clock in the morning, the sky is bright.

The blue witch stretched her waist and opened her eyes lazily. Her eyes were first fixed on me, but as if she didn't see me, she moved her eyes around, until she landed on the sleeping dog on the ground. Stop, watching this scene, my mouth twitched, and I thought: Hey, you are just ignoring me, a big living person?

I suppressed my small resentment and continued to lie on the sofa and pretended to be dead, hoping to see when the blue witch would see me.

The blue witch looked at the little hound dotingly for a while, then she touched the back and touched the cold wall. Surprised, she turned her head and looked at it, and was stunned. After a few minutes, she suddenly came back to her senses. I came, and then I turned over with a "yeah" sound, and rummaged around for a long time. Finally, when I turned around, I saw Ge You lying on the sofa.

"Huh? When did you lie there?" the blue witch said with a curious expression on her face.

My head is full of black lines, and your gaze that fell on me just now is just for decoration?

The blue witch didn't seem to see my embarrassed expression. She straightened up, breathed, and touched her stomach: "I'm hungry."

With a weak sigh, I sat up from the sofa: "Let's go and eat."

"What to eat?"

"No bread" After thinking for a moment, the Blue Witch said: "This time I will bake it myself!"

I came to the old man's restaurant again and was warmly entertained again, but this time there was an episode of the Blue Witch baking bread by herself.

Threaded on an iron skewer and roasted over a fire, the half-baked bread soon gave off an alluring aroma, which even made the old man's children greedy.

Due to the terrifying memory of being pressed down by the Odachi yesterday, the moment we appeared, he had been hiding behind his mother and not daring to come out. At most, his head was exposed.

But lured by the smell of baking bread, he unconsciously leaned out half of his body, leaving a glint of saliva at the corner of his mouth.

Fortunately, his mother noticed it in time and quickly wiped the saliva clean with a handkerchief, so that it would not flow to the ground.

The Blue Witch seems to be very talented at baking food. At least the baked bread looks delicious, but I don't know how it tastes.

But since it was her first time baking bread by herself, I praised her from the bottom of my heart, and then she drifted off.

She was so busy smiling at me that she even forgot about the iron drill in her hand, so not long after, a burnt smell rushed into our nostrils and occupied our sense of smell.

The child who had leaned out half of his body, eager to taste the delicious food, lost his appetite and ran into the house due to the burnt smell and closed the door.

This time it was embarrassing.

The blue witch held the half-baked bread and looked at me with a pitiful expression.

"Look, I don't have either." I spread my hands and said, "The rest of the bread is in my backpack. If you want to eat it, you have to wait until next time."

"Go get some more," the blue witch suggested.

"No," I refused, and asked, "Why don't you go?"

"Because I'm hungry." The blue witch touched her belly and said pitifully, "I'm so hungry that I can't even move."

"Then eat well and wait until next time to bake."

As I said that, I took off the burnt bread from the toaster, smelled it, looked at it again, and then ate it with a frown.

"Hey!" The blue witch looked horrified: "It's all numb, and you still eat it?"

"I have a special constitution, so I'll be fine. Okay, there are good meals and dishes ready-made here. Eat quickly. After that, you can get down to business."

The blue witch pursed her lips and nodded dissatisfiedly, then looked at me with a surprised look and started to devour it.

She eats very quickly, eats fiercely, and looks very embarrassed.

Even the old man and others who had seen her eating were still shocked again by her eating appearance.

After drinking and eating, it was already past nine o'clock.

I asked my old man if he had heard of the name Xilan.

"Xilan?" The old man frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "Never heard of it."

I said 'oh', a little disappointed.

"May I ask if this Xilan is your friend?"

"It's not really a friend, just a slight friendship," I said vaguely, "I was also entrusted by someone to stop by and see him."

The old man took out his pipe, stuffed some tobacco into it, lit it, took a few puffs, and then handed it to me respectfully: "Would you like a sip?"

I waved my hand: "No, I don't smoke."

Then he safely put the cigarette holder in his mouth, took a few puffs, exhaled the smoke, and then said: "To be honest, noble man, we are in a remote and remote area. Except for the tax collectors who come here on time, almost no outsiders come here. , so I don’t think anyone in the town knows about the ‘Xilan’ you’re talking about, but..."

"But what?" Seeing that there was a turn of events, I quickly asked.

"However, there is one person who might know about it."

"Oh? Who is that person?"

"An old man, it is said that he was a traveling trader when he was young. He was robbed by robbers while doing business. His belongings were gone and his family members died. From then on, he became discouraged and changed his career to become a troubadour. He had to leave a few years ago. I couldn’t move anymore, and happened to arrive in our town, and I have settled here since then.”

"A troubadour?" There was finally an expectant expression on my face: "Then he must be well-informed."

The old man blew out a smoke ring and continued: "But noble man, that old man is not easy to get along with."

"Oh? I hope you can give me some advice."

"I don't dare to take it." The old man waved his hands repeatedly and said: "Although the old man has turned to be a troubadour, he still can't get rid of the businessman's philistine in his heart. If you want to get something from him, you have to satisfy his request. .”

"Selling information?" I muttered subconsciously.

"Yes, yes! It's just selling information!" The old man slapped his thigh and said, "A noble person is a noble person. A country boy like me can't think of such appropriate words."

"What kind of requests does he usually make?"

"Well, sometimes it's food such as rice and noodles, sometimes it's furnishings such as tables and chairs, sometimes it's people going to the mountains to find herbs, or fishing in the river. In short, there are all kinds of tricks."

"Is the information exchanged true?"

"Well, it's pretty accurate, everything is pretty accurate," the old man said, "As long as he assigns you a task, it means he has the exact thing in his hand."

"intelligence?"

"Yes! Information!" The old man slapped his leg again, knocking out several tobacco pipes.

"Can you take me to him?" I asked.

"That's no problem, I'll take care of it!"

The old man patted his chest repeatedly and vowed: "My lord, when shall we go?"

"The sooner the better," I said, "It's best now."