Chapter 79 Troubadour Upstart

I thought for a while and said, "Well, I don't have anything to do anyway."

Then, he put the torch on his shoulder and followed Rodney to the teahouse.

It didn't take long before we arrived at our destination.

The teahouse is large, quiet and luxurious, with a tall sign hanging in the middle, engraved with the poetic name of the teahouse. However, even if it is poetic, I can't appreciate it, because I don't know those words at all. The reason why I think it is rich It is poetic and picturesque, mainly because the owner of this teahouse is dressed like a troubadour.

Wearing a loose, open-collared colorful cloth dress with a linen belt around the waist, a pair of fine cloth trousers, and a pair of long cowhide boots on his feet.

However, these are all reasonable. What struck me most vividly was the ukulele he held in his hand and the two beards that trembled up and down when he played music.

He is an authentic troubadour.

If it had not been Rodney who introduced me, but I had passed by here myself, I would have definitely regarded him as a bard, and maybe I would have thrown him a copper coin or two.

The boss was obviously very familiar with Rodney. After just meeting each other, he took the initiative to lead the way and took us to a very hidden room, while his two bodyguards were arranged inconspicuously in the corner. Drinking tea at a table.

"May the God of Creation bless you, young master," the boss said piously, then turned to me and smiled: "And you, my friend."

Yo, today is a good day~

I thought to myself: I just bought a torch, and yet I was called a friend by two wealthy people.

As soon as the door closed, I whispered: "Brother Tuhao, the boss here is really unique. He dresses and talks like a troubadour."

"He is indeed a troubadour," Rodney suddenly said to me.

After hearing this, I couldn't help but say "ah".

After coming to this world, I didn't know much about the profession of bard. All my knowledge came from the descriptions of poets and novelists in my previous life.

In my impression, the bard should be wearing a peaked hat and tattered robes, playing a ukulele in his hand, and always chanting some incomprehensible hymns.

But these are not the key. The most important thing is that they are all poor.

However, the troubadour I saw today is actually rich enough to open such a magnificent teahouse. Could it be that - his true identity is a strange descendant of a certain big family, a rich second generation who has nothing to do with cosplaying as a troubadour? youth?

As I kept thinking about the true identity of the teahouse owner, Rodney poured himself and me a cup of tea and said, "Are you a little confused about how a poor bard can be so rich?"

"Hey, rich brother, you can even guess what I'm thinking, you can be a tapeworm."

"Ascaris?" Rodney looked at me puzzled.

I was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Oh. That's a compliment. It means you have insight into people's hearts."

"By the way, I still want to ask you, why do you call me Rich Brother?" Rodney looked at me with interest.

"Brother Tuhao means rich man, yes, that's it."

Seeing Rodney's ambiguous smile, I hurriedly interrupted: "Okay, now is not the time to talk about this. Where did you just say, oh, by the way, why is a poor troubadour so rich?"

"Could it be that..." I deliberately showed an exaggerated expression and brought the topic back to me: "Are you the boss behind this teahouse?"

In the past life, whether in novels or TV series, as long as you met a rich second-generation young man with a prominent background, wandering around with two bodyguards, and making friends everywhere, most of them had another identity, that is, the mastermind behind some leading and powerful enterprises. Big boss.

This is an eternal law, and it is basically accurate once you touch it.

"Huh?" Seeing me saying this to him mysteriously, Rodney looked amused and said, "You are overthinking. No matter how much pocket money I have, I can't afford to open such a luxurious teahouse."

"Uh. It turns out you are not the boss behind the scenes."

It seems that the settings are all deceptive. To be honest, I am a little disappointed.

"Of course I am not the boss behind the scenes. The only boss of this teahouse is Cecil."

Cecil refers to the troubadour.

"It seems I'm overthinking it." I took a sip of tea and sighed.

"Of course you are overthinking it," Rodney said: "Cecil was indeed just a poor bard, but during his travels, he found a gold mine and transformed into a wealthy businessman."

You can find gold mines on the road of wandering. I have to say that Cecil's luck is really not limited. He just walks on **** and climbs mountains to encounter Ganoderma lucidum!

"That's it?" I asked when I saw Rodney shut up and drank tea, seemingly finished talking.

"that's all."

"Haha, what you said is really true, I'm really surprised!" I pretended to be amazed.

"But I think he seems to be respectful to you. Is he also a worldly person?" I thought for a moment and said: "In my impression, those who are capable of being a troubadour are all old-fashioned and unafraid. Power is not a fuel-efficient lamp."

"You're right." Rodney agreed with me: "Cecil is also such a person. The reason why he has a better attitude towards me is because I helped him when he was at his poorest."

"That's right, a drop of water repays the favor with a spring. This is the characteristic of a troubadour." I smiled: "Otherwise, how could the number of people in this industry be so small?"

Rodney smiled bitterly, and then said: "Okay, let's get down to business, I have something I want to get rid of you for."

Although he didn’t want to get involved with Qian Quan, he was so enthusiastic and took the initiative to approach him, and it was difficult to refuse, so he had to say: "I will definitely listen. As for whether I can help you, I don’t know. .”

Seeing that I didn't refuse directly, Rodney smiled and said, "That's good."

As he spoke, he took out a sheepskin scroll from his sleeve, handed it to me, and said, "Look at this first."

After hesitating for a moment, I took the scroll and slowly unfolded it with doubts.

There are rows of timelines marked on the scroll, and the bottom of the timeline is filled with dense text.

Although I don't recognize the uncommon characters engraved on the torch, it doesn't mean that I don't recognize other characters in Zefeng Continent as well.

More than five years of living have made me familiar with most of the texts on this continent.

So, I understood every word written on the scroll.

When I silently read the document on the parchment twice, word for word, the expression on my face darkened at the same time.

My face was as dark as water, and my tone was calm: "Are you showing me this to threaten me?"

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