Chapter 542: Poor poet

In the next few days, a few people continued to play in this small town, but

they still found nothing.

And they also found a local guide.

"I am a poet from a far country. I want to write a story to commemorate this

trip. Is there any legend in this small town?"

On a low hillside, Edron said to the guide beside him, while Margaret and

Alice sat on the other side, fiddling with the ingredients for the picnic.

are all prepared bread, meat rolls, etc., and two bottles of light beer, and

the guard is standing not far behind.

The guide was dressed in a plain gray single, with his cuffs rolled up, and in

his rough palm he held a wooden staff used to poke weeds away. Although he was

dressed in simple clothes and washed white, he was still clean. This is also

the reason why several people are willing to hire him.

He thought for a while, and replied, "Master Edward, I didn’t think of what

you asked. I grew up in this small town, but I don’t seem to have heard of any

local legends. Even if there is one, it’s a common lover. The story of Clutch

is not uncommon."

"That's it." Edward sighed, seemingly disappointed.

"So what's new in the town recently? It seems to be calm here."

"What's new, let me think about it. Several chambers of commerce have come to

the Oktoberfest in the past few days. It is said that some of them came from

Crancia."

"Oh, keep talking."

"Ah, it's like this..." I also began to describe what I saw at the time, but

when a few people heard it, there was nothing worth paying attention to.

"Anything else?" Edward popped a silver coin out of his fingertips and dropped

it into the palm of the wizard's hand.

I could see that the noble master was a little tired of caravan news. The

guide thought for a while and talked about which family has made a fortune

recently, which family has quarreled, which family's children are suddenly

promising, and so on.

It's a pity that these people are not interested. Gradually everyone feels

that they can't ask anything, so they start a picnic. The guide and the guard

on the side also get two breads and stand aside to eat.

"Is it delicious, Alice." Margaret put a snack into the girl's hand and

watched her take small bites.

"It's delicious, thank you sister."

"In fact, you can call sister-in-law, so that your sister Margaret will be

more happy, haha." Edward said jokingly.

"Well, elder brother, don't tease me." Alice replied. At the moment she was

kneeling on the white cloth and eating the bread in her hand.

"My dear, I have always liked Alice. It is so happy to have such a lovely

sister." Margaret leaned on Edward's shoulder and said sweet words between the

newlyweds.

A few people went back to their hotel in the evening after touring the

mountains and fields behind the town.

After the three of them entered the house to rest, Hei Niu walked down the

stairs. At this moment, he didn't hold a sword, and he seemed to get along

much better than during the day.

The first floor is where everyone eats and drinks. Since these days are

festivals, it is quite lively at night.

"Bartender, do you have a large glass of spirits, please give me three

glasses." Sitting in front of the bar strode, the black cow began to shout,

his voice was so loud that he could almost hear him on the first floor.

"Here, wait a moment."

The bartender replied and settled the accounts of the guests in front of him,

and then walked quickly. He took out three large glasses from under the table,

then picked them up one by one, put them under the wine barrel on the side,

turned on the tap, clear liquid The sound of flowing sounded in the wine

glass.

In the full wine glass, the foam overflowed, and the table top was wetted a

little, and a burst of wheat fragrance drifted away, making the wine on the

first floor more aromatic.

Gulu Gulu—

After three cups, the black cow sighed and looked so refreshing, so that other

people around were eager to try it, wanting a glass of spirits.

"It's finally refreshing. Drinking those light things every day doesn't taste

at all. Bartender, let's have another big plate of meat. If you want meat, you

need plenty of meat, you know?"

"I know, wait a moment, I'll go to the back kitchen and talk about it,

besides..." He compared a well-known gesture.

"Some are." A few tinkling gold and silver coins fell on the old wooden table.

"Good Le."

The bartender took a look and quickly walked towards the back kitchen, and

many of the guests on the first floor also turned their gazes, with

expressions of envy, greed, and jealousy in their eyes.

"You, come here." Hei Niu casually pointed at the person next to him. This man

seemed to be a bard who was telling common vulgar stories before the black cow

came. He was still holding a rudimentary lute in his hand, and he made out-of-

tune from time to time.

"Sing something nice." The black bull threw a silver coin over.

The poor poet stretched out his hands and hurriedly caught the sudden fall of

windfall. It was a bit unbelievable, but he also reacted quickly.

He is sitting in a jerk, as if he has turned into a very professional person

at this moment.

"What do you want to hear?"

"Hey, do I have to think about it? You can sing it directly, and I will say it

if you don't have much energy." The black cow turned around and put his thick

hands on the bar, looking at the man and said.

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

"When I saw the violet fragrance disappearing, when I saw the beautiful

face..." His tone was exaggerated and emotional, like a drake with his head

high.

"Change another." A ruthless interruption came from the side, and the black

cow knocked on the table with his fingers bored.

As if the duck's neck was strangled by a powerful wrist, the bard's voice

stopped abruptly.

After a few seconds of silence, he played his other tune again.

"In the wilderness under the sky, a young man is riding a white horse

galloping like the wind. He is the eagle among ten thousand birds and the lion

among ten thousand beasts..."

"Change!"

Fengyue Legend everyone is tired of hearing it. Who doesn't know the story of

Roland, the king of the white horse.

"When the four hundred thousand sacred guns stood on the top of the mountain

and swooped down, the sound of dense horseshoes was like..."

"Change!"

The stories in the Book of Candlelights are more suitable for telling in

churches.

"The girl with her feet on the silver bell, her voice is like the dew of the

morning..."

"Change!"

After was stopped many times in a row, the poet blushed, and there was a burst

of ridicule around him, and everyone watched this guy making jokes.

"What style does this adult want to hear?" He looked carefully at the strong

guest.

"Don't be tall, I want to be down-to-earth." Hei Niu said.

"Okay, let me think about it."

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

"Because I was afraid that the widow’s eyes would be wet, I got up and came to

her side..."

At this time, no one interrupted finally, and the guests in the hotel also

sounded with relish. The story is not complicated, it is about the story of a

beautiful widow and a strong hunter affair, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is

also mixed with obscure eroticism, which makes people think about it.

"Okay, this story is good."

"I didn't expect this guy to do this again, why didn't I see her say it

before."

"That's right, it's just that good, let's say we have any survivors here." The

speaker gave a weird smile that everyone knew, and there was a haunting smirk

around him.

"I'm not sleepy when I say this, I heard..." A group of people started talking

about love affairs in the small town.

Most of them are nothing more than XX secretly getting together with someone,

XX cuckold again, etc. There is nothing particularly eye-catching, until—

"I haven't seen Jin Na's pretty girl recently. Her posture is really

attractive."

"Don't think about it, I heard that she has gotten better with Pastor

Matthew."

"Pastor Matthew is only in his early 20s, I remember he was an ordinary monk

the year before."

"Yes, but I passed the sanctuary assessment last year and got the official

badge."

"It's very promising. If you want to please me, I think the old pastor Reese

is about to retire."

"Please, isn't it just a little pastor? We have some in the sanctuary."

"But I haven't seen Pastor Matthew in recent weeks."

"Some days are gone, so is Jinna, is it possible..."

"Is it possible to run away, hahahaha."

"Hahahaha, how could it be possible? I think I went back to my hometown and

got married."

Several people laughed, and the black cow on the side also showed a slight

smile while eating the steak on the plate.