Chapter 465 Little Boy Lexi

In the Emerald World and the Green Wall Kingdom, a magic carriage walks along the country roads.

Muying was sitting on the shaft of the carriage, holding a dogtail grass in her mouth and pretending to be holding a riding crop in her hand.

She wore a light green pastoral-style slim petticoat, a bright yellow woven flower vest over the petticoat, a pair of small leather boots, and a jingle bell flower pendant hanging around her waist.

When she met travelers on the road, or in small villages and towns in the countryside, she would pay people to tell stories and look for clues to the two remaining pages, but she found nothing along the way.

Muying has been using blessing magic on herself recently, hoping that she will find clues soon.

A wheat field appeared on the roadside in the distance. There were farmers working in the field. When they heard the sound of the carriage, they all looked over. After recognizing that the carriage was something only nobles could afford, they lowered their heads to show their humility. Only the ignorant little ones looked over.

The child looked at it curiously.

The carriage slowly stopped, and Muying threw a money bag: "Have you ever heard of any true stories? Whoever's story satisfies me will have the money!"

Mu Ying was already proficient in asking for information, and it was most efficient to get straight to the point and use a seductive approach.

"Are you the girl who bought the story?"

one boy said in surprise.

"What?" Muying was confused.

"The businessman who came here not long ago said that there was a noble girl who wandered around and paid people to tell stories. She was very generous. Is that you?" the boy asked.

Did her inquiring about the news spread so quickly? Which caravan ran so fast that she even gave her a nickname?

Muying nodded: "So you want to tell me a story? Only if it is true."

"Yes, yes! What I want to tell is the story of our village..."

The boy looks to be only about ten years old, but he has a good way of telling stories. His language is fluent, with ups and downs. Although he is a short-sighted boy from the countryside, he is very interesting. I don't know if he listened to the caravan and deliberately prepared it.

Passed.

"...How was it? How much is this story worth?" The boy asked expectantly after telling a story.

His father is sick and needs money for medical treatment, but the family has no savings at all. He can only earn some food by working for others. The legendary girl who can buy stories is his only hope.

Muying gave him a silver coin.

Hope burst out on the boy's face. One story can earn one silver coin? Then by telling five stories, can't he collect five silver coins to buy medicine for his father?

"I still have a story!" he said quickly.

When the others saw that he really got the money, they came immediately.

"Wait, I have a story too!"

"Me too, me too!"

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"Don't worry, everyone should line up and come one by one. We can't finish talking today. We can continue talking tomorrow. I will be stationed outside your village for two days." Muying said.

As soon as she said this, everyone looked at her like the God of Wealth.

Muying sat on the shaft of the carriage, listening to them rack their brains as they told stories about what happened around them or what they had heard.

Some of them are ones that Muying has heard of before. Such Muying will immediately explain and ask him to change to the next one.

Regardless of whether the story is stumbling or vague, as long as it is a story that happened in reality, Muying will at least reward it with a copper coin.

Even if it is not the story related to the broken page that she most wants to hear, if it is well told, or the storyteller seems to be in a bad living situation, she will give 1 silver coin.

Having too much money to spend is so willful.

It was getting late, and a lot of money was scattered, but there was still no gain.

Let the villagers disperse. I will finish my story tonight and continue telling it tomorrow.

Muying parked the carriage under a big tree outside the village.

I lit a fire next to the carriage, took out a skinned rabbit, and roasted it slowly.

When she was around human settlements, she rarely used magic to cook. She always cooked by herself. Occasionally, she did it by herself, which gave her a different experience.

The aroma of meat gradually emerged, but Muying looked behind the shade of the tree.

He was the first boy to tell a story during the day. He swallowed a gulp of saliva and moved his eyes away from the roasted rabbit with difficulty. He looked at Muying and said: "You should leave quickly. Don't stay here. There are some gangsters in the village who are watching you."

It’s you, you can’t defeat me alone.”

Muying did not answer, but waved to him: "Want to eat meat? Come and eat together!"

The boy swallowed again, pursed his lips and shook his head: "Don't disbelieve me. I didn't lie. It was because of the money you gave me that I was able to buy medicine for my father. I am very grateful to you, so I came here."

Just a reminder, there are village chiefs in charge, and they won’t target people in this village, but they won’t let it go if a single traveler like you leaks money.”

"What's your name?" Muying asked him.

She knew he meant well. Such things were not uncommon during the journey, but few people would remind him like this.

"Lexi, my name is Lexi."

"Lexi, don't worry. I'm not running away not because I don't believe in you, but because I'm not afraid. I can walk alone and have someone to rely on." Muying said, tearing off a rabbit leg and stuffing it into the

In his hand: "Help me share some meat!"

The little boy named Lexi felt a little relieved after hearing what she said. He held the rabbit leg meat in his hand and thanked Muying again: "Can I take the rabbit leg back and give some to my father?"

"What disease is your father suffering from?" Muying rarely felt like helping others.

"The village chief said that my father was depressed because his mother passed away. He drank too much and his body was damaged. He couldn't bear the cold after a gust of wind and he felt dizzy," Lexi said.

"Take me to see it. I have heard most of the stories from the villagers, but not your father's. If I can cure your father's disease, can you let your father tell me a story?" Mu

Firefly asked.

"Can you really cure diseases? Are you a traveling doctor?" Lexi was full of surprises.

Muying nodded: "That's right!"

Lexi was very happy: "Okay, I will take you there now. My dad can tell stories. If you can cure my dad's disease, he will definitely be able to tell you a lot of stories!"

"Okay", Muying stood up and put out the fire, pulled out a rabbit leg to eat, and wrapped the rest in leaves and stuffed it to Lexi: "You can take these back to your father.

Just eat that leg yourself!"

She led the carriage and followed Lexi to his house.

Lexi's home is on the hillside to the west of the village. It is a bit far from the center of the village where there are many residents, so it is relatively remote.

"Lexi! What are you doing? I warn you not to spoil our good deeds, otherwise even if you are from the village, we will not give you good things to eat!"
Chapter completed!