Bilin Pavilion is still full of people, as if no matter how the outside world changes, it will always be like this inside.

When Nan Ke entered through the door, the vigilant servant immediately came up. He is now the most honorable guest in Bilin Pavilion. The servants saw each other as if they had seen their own father.

"Young Master, are you going straight up or going to sit in another place?" The servant put a white towel on his shoulder and bent down and smiled.

The servants in Bilin Pavilion have a clear division of labor, some are specially cleaned and cleaned, and some are specially responsible for welcoming guests. The difference can be seen from the color of the towel on their shoulders.

Nan Ke glanced at the towel on the servant's shoulder and asked curiously: "You said, you don't need to clean it, what's the habit of putting a towel on your shoulder?"

The servant smiled and explained, "This is the rule set by the boss. No matter what he is doing now, he cannot forget his roots. Since he is a servant, he naturally needs a towel."

"Your boss is a very particular person."

In addition to capital, it is necessary to operate the place to its current specifications. Nan Ke nodded, turned around and walked up, and glanced down as he went up the stairs.

The person who stood on the stage to tell a story today was a "young man". He looked at most about thirty-five years old. In the storytelling industry, thirty-four and five were definitely considered a newcomer among newcomers.

After all, most industries like to pay attention to qualifications. Some are because the deeper the qualifications, the wider the connections, the more convenient it is to do things, while others have the deeper the qualifications, the more goods they have, which makes them more interesting.

“New?”

Nan Keduo glanced at him and asked the servant next to him.

Most of the time, there are old white-bearded men standing on the storytelling platform. On the one hand, they are good-looking and their words are easy to convince. On the other hand, they have taken many ways to go, so I can tell you a few words anywhere.

There are not many young storytellers like this, but some people are acquiring experience after being a supporting actor from the white-bearded old man, while others are in small shops that are just as good as the price.

"The general manager dug it from the county town a few days ago. Although he is young, his storytelling level is one of the best in the county town. It is said that if you invite him to come for half a year, you will have to pay another storyteller for half a year."

"Is that true?" Nan Ke paused, leaning halfway on the handrail of the stairs, ready to listen for a while.

"Young master, do you need a villain to find a table below?" the servant said with a thought.

"No, listen here for a while." Nan Ke waved his hand. It was not good to go down with too many people and talkative people, so it would be better to be condescending here, which is considered half a 'private room'.

Seeing this, the servant stopped leaving, and stood behind Nan Ke, and then looked down.

The storyteller looked young, but his dress was just like other storytellers. He didn't open a folding fan in his hand and was knocked as a "gavel" from time to time to create an atmosphere.

"Have you heard of the Demon Wars Office?" asked Mr. Storyteller. He was used to hearing the old Master's muddy voice, and suddenly he changed his taste and felt a different taste.

"I've heard it, I've heard it..."

"No one has heard of this before."

"The single building in the south of the city is not the place where the adults of the Demon Warning Department usually live."

Nan Ke subconsciously looked south when he heard this. He had heard of the department of the Demon Warriors, but he really didn't know that there was also a place in the capital city, and it was even near the city gate.

It is said that the demon-killing corpses are all practitioners, including warriors and qi-training corpses, and there are even some strangers who have practiced other methods. If they take any action in the future, they should pay attention.

Otherwise, if those people are targeted as evil deeds, it will be much more troublesome than being targeted by people from the yamen or patrol team.

‘Pa’

The storyteller knocked on the folding fan, stopped the discussion below, and then shook his head and said:

"Do you know how this demon ranks are assigned to the ranks within the demon Investiture?"

"this......"

"I've never heard of it."

Compared with other yamen, the Demon Warriors' Office has less contact with the people due to its own functions, so naturally the people's understanding and understanding of it is relatively lacking.

Although everyone knows that there is a demon archery and that the demon archery specializes in catching evil demons, demons, ghosts, but I have never heard of the difference in the ranks of the people.

The storyteller didn't keep it in hiding. Without waiting for the guests below to ask questions, he continued:

"This Demon Ending Department has a Demon Ending Position, Demon Ending Order, Demon Ending Position. As for whether there are any official positions further upwards, I can't get in touch. If you have any relationship, you can ask.

As for our stay in the capital, we need to configure a demon-killing order and four demon-attack positions according to regulations, but the demon-attack order is usually not permanent. Therefore, there should be four demon-attack positions in the building mentioned by the guest officer before."

The person who mentioned the building was an old man. When he saw Mr. Storytelling look over, he nodded and responded: "It is true that he always saw four adults coming in and out."

The storyteller nodded to the old man to express his gratitude, and then continued to say loudly:

"But recently, our four demon-attacking positions are not in the city."

"Not in the city?"

"Didn't you say you're staying forever?"

The discussion began to begin again below, and even Nan Ke above even looked at the storyteller below with some surprise.

Logically speaking, the whereabouts of the subordinates of the demon-reporting department need to be kept confidential. Otherwise, if some intentional people or demons know about it, they will really not be able to stop you from making a mess while they are not here.

"This storyteller is very brave."

Nan Ke sighed.

The servant standing behind Nan Ke had a strange expression, as if he had thought through the inside clearly, and said to Nan Ke apologetically: "Young Master, if nothing happens, I will go down first?"

"Go." Nan Ke waved his hand.

The servant bowed again, then hurriedly ran to find his own manager.

The truth that a restaurant servant can understand is naturally understood by those who listen to books every day. First, it was lively for a while, and then the lively gradually turned into panic.

"How do you know this news?" the old man pointed at the storyteller and asked.

"Of course there is a channel." Mr. Storyteller looked at the panic below and ignored it, but instead laughed at himself, "In the forest in the south, there was a legend that there was a fire phoenix soaring into the sky. How could the Demon Enlightenment Department ignore such a thing?

I don’t know what happened inside. It took several days for the four demon guards of the Demon Enlightenment Division to go, but no one has come back so far, and I think it should be a big deal.”

"Since you know, you'll say it!" another middle-aged man dressed in a wealthy businessman scolded, and then he looked around again, "If someone with a heart will listen, you might be responsible alone?"

"that is!"

"What if the bad guy listens to it?"

With a person leading the way, the crowd became angry and everyone started to shout, as if it was just because of the storyteller's words that something was about to come to the outside.

Nan Ke held his chin with his hands, looking vigorously from it. A middle-aged man in a black robe on the bottom was attracted by the servant who had previously stood behind Nan Ke. It was the manager of Bilin Pavilion.

As soon as the manager came, he was a little confused. Fortunately, he had been in charge for many years, so he walked over to the platform, preparing to persuade the storyteller first and then appease the guests below.

Unexpectedly, just halfway through his journey, the storyteller saw him first, immediately raised his hand and pointed at the manager and asked:

"The manager can prove that I am a little famous in the county town, and all the words I say can be verified. I said that those four demon-attacking positions are not in the city, so they are definitely not in the city."

“…”

The manager's face turned dark and there was no time to attack. Seeing that everyone around him were focusing on him, he bowed and said:

"Everyone is a little irritable, please be a little irritable. This gentleman is indeed a famous person in the county town. Even the county magistrate has heard of the books he said, so he naturally knows the right degree and does not talk nonsense."

After saying that,

The manager looked at Storyteller, and his anger was not hidden in his eyes. Although Storyteller had some skills, they were not easy to mess with.

If they really smashed the sign of Bilin Pavilion today, they have some methods and means to allow this "promising" storyteller to understand what "the end of the road" means.

The storyteller was calm and seemed to have no idea what he said meant. He shook the folding fan on his own, cleared his throat and attracted everyone's eyes.

"I know what you're worried about."

A light sentence ignited the mood that had temporarily suppressed the previous manager.

"You know you're still talking nonsense!"

The wealthy businessman scolded again that his business was basically in the capital. If the capital was really messy, his business would probably have to be finished. At this moment, he looked at the storyteller and wanted to peel him off.

"Don't be impatient for a little while, don't be impatient for a little while."

It seemed that the following emotions were enough. The storyteller unhurriedly spread the folding fan and said loudly:

"Are you afraid that the demon-warning department will be able to pay attention to this city?"

The people below were quiet now, and they were all old scholars. Knowing that the storyteller said this, there must be something waiting behind him.

Seeing that the storyteller didn't care, he didn't care. He gently shook the folding fan and pointed to the east side of Bilin Pavilion, "Without the Demon Warning Department, we still have a yamen."

"It's useless to the yamen!"

"It's okay to catch people in the yamen, but it's not okay to catch monsters."

"You are wrong. Can you catch monsters in the yamen? Is it okay to catch people? What happened a few days ago has not yet caught the murderer." A man said.

The storyteller suddenly pointed at the man who was shouting with a folding fan, "Whoever says he can't catch people or monsters?"

The man was suddenly arrested and was stunned at first, then his face turned a little red. If so many people didn't say anything, just pointing at him, wouldn't he think he was easy to bully?

"I said the yamen cannot catch people and monsters. Why? Did you say the wrong thing?"

The storyteller nodded after hearing this, "You are right, this yamen is indeed not good."

“…”

“…”

This time, no one answered below.

Before, everyone started to rush and talk about the Demon Warriors and the Demon Warriors were easy to say. After all, they were very far away from their lives, but the constables in the yamen were wandering in front of them every day.
To be continued...