Chapter 995 Troubadour

Cecil's expression was very serious. He hesitated for a while and said, "Yes."

He took a long breath and said slowly: "When I traveled around the Zefeng Continent for the first time, what I saw in my eyes was hierarchy and system; when I traveled around the Zephyr Continent the second time, what I saw in my eyes was What I arrived at was survival and servitude; when I traveled to the Zephyr Continent for the third time, I decided to change the route I walked, deviating from the path taken by the vast majority of bards, and looking for a very small number of unknown ancestors. The road we have walked; I walked in the corners of Zefeng Continent, in wastelands that no one paid attention to, on coasts that few people knew about, carefully stepped into ancient tombs that had been abandoned for a long time, and carefully looked at the weathered buildings. , I picked up those forgotten historical documents and caressed the faded relief murals on the wall. Since then, I have been attracted and shocked by the forgotten history. I am addicted to it and cannot extricate myself. So, I feel like eating. Like the scent of ants, the ant beast sniffed the forgotten words and patterns bit by bit, unraveling the historical truth of this continent bit by bit, until I found the gold mine, until I indulged in the tenderness of the girl. Skin and fragrance, I just stopped."

He sighed and continued: "Although I no longer have the courage to continue to explore the truth of history, the truths I once explored are firmly engraved in my mind like words carved on stone. , can never be erased.”

"Since you haven't forgotten those words and patterns, as well as those truths that shocked you, you probably won't forget where you found the truth about history, right?"

Cecil said: "Yes, I will not forget it."

I nodded: "To be honest, I am quite interested in adventure. I think adventure is like the spice of life. It needs to be added to the ordinary life from time to time. In this way, , will make my life very delicious, do you agree with me?"

Cecil shook his head: "I don't know, troubadour was once a profession of mine. I never regarded it as the spice of life. Naturally, I can't understand your feelings, but to be honest, adventure is This kind of thing is really not as wonderful as imagined. It is dangerous and difficult to make money. It is better to do business than to be a powerful adventurer."

"You think I'm powerful?" I pointed at my nose and asked him with a smile, "Then you're probably blind."

Cecil chuckled: "Although I am not a competent bard, nor a competent businessman, I dare to say that my vision is definitely more accurate than any bard or businessman. I say you are A powerful adventurer, then you must be a powerful adventurer, this is absolutely true."

I held my chin and looked at him. After a while, I smiled and said, "You are quite confident."

He pointed to his eyes and said, "It's hard to say anything else. These eyes will never make a mistake."

"Okay, let's just assume that you are right. Let's continue the topic." I pointed at the table with my finger and said slowly, "I need your help to draw a map of the route you took when you were a bard."

Cecil was puzzled: "What do you want that for?"

"Didn't I just say that the days of slaying monsters and going home every day can sometimes be a bit boring. I need spice in my life."

Cecil pondered for a moment and said, "I'm afraid your intention doesn't stop there."

I chuckled: "You are right, my intention is not just that, but it is not convenient for me to say it now, how about it? Can you help me with this?"

He frowned and thought for a few seconds, then said: "I can help you draw, but you have to ensure the safety of me and my family, and I can't let the elves find me."

"It's impossible not to find you," I said calmly, "Your whereabouts are always in the hands of the higher-ups of the elves. It's just that due to the laws of the town, there has been no chance to take action against you."

Cecil was a little panicked: "Do you mean they already know that I am in Dashai City?"

"Do you think the elves' informants are really that incompetent? They can't even figure out the whereabouts of a bard?"

"Then what should I do?" Cecil said nervously: "We are in troubled times now. If Dasai City is also in chaos one day, wouldn't I have to flee to another place?"

"No, no need." I waved my hand and said, "I just said that as long as you fully cooperate and tell the truth, I will protect you. But then again, it seems that you already knew that the elves were targeting you?"

He nodded seriously: "Yes, I have known it for a long time. I have known it since the third book I published."

"Oh?" I smiled: "Tell me, I love hearing other people's privacy the most."

Cecil sighed and said: "Not long after my third book was published, I received an anonymous letter, which clearly stated that I should delete all negative images about the legendary heroes of the elves, otherwise I would Do it at your own risk, from that moment on, I knew that I was being targeted by the elves.”

"Yes." I nodded repeatedly: "The direction is very clear, and it is indeed very characteristic of the elves. Then, why didn't you stop writing books?"

"Actually." Cecil paused and said, "Actually, I don't like writing books or long for the generous remuneration. I just want to carry forward the spirit of the troubadour."

"The spirit of the bard?"

"Yes," Cecil said: "Sing the truth, let future generations know, and pass on the flame of history."

I wondered: "You are no longer a troubadour, why do you still believe in this set of things?"

"This is not a matter of being a troubadour," Cecil said: "It is a spirit and a heritage. As long as I have had the identity of a troubadour, I will carry forward and pass this spirit on. .”

"You are really a firm believer in bards." I raised my eyebrows and asked him: "Hey, let me ask you, do you bards believe in a god?"

"Yes," Cecil said, "he is the God of Creation."

He crossed his fingers, thought for a moment, and continued: "The God of Creation is the creator of this world. He gives this world light and darkness, gives this world mountains and rivers, gives this world green trees and flowers, gives this world human beings and All things, when everything entered the normal track, he left here, allowing all things to reproduce and live freely, while he himself was just a bystander, a guardian, quietly watching everything he created. .”