In Oak Town, Vorneshire, timber merchant Mikhail is a household name because of his own skill and good bragging.

However, in front of the blond mercenary's companion, the fat man with round face was as shy as a girl who had been on a distance for the first time.

"The people who drink happily." The piano player played a brisk glitter, dancing to the blond mercenary's deskmate while singing:

"Can you also give the visitors at the end of the world?

"The author of the heroic epic,

"The Muse's favorite color,

“The most beautiful song between the mountains and the sea,

"You poor old friends,

“A glass of wine?

"Because, his throat has dried up."

The melody was played to the end and the words were just finished singing. The piano player used a super difficult jump to take the squat movement, ending the performance, and maintaining the twisted posture at the end of the dance, waiting for the audience to cheer.

Girard, Majiya and Mikhail looked at each other and were at a loss.

Seeing that several listeners forgot to applaud, the pianist played the ending again and urged everyone with a slightly reproachful look.

Ziggfei blocked his face and turned his head to the other side, not wanting to look at his companion more. His originally handsome facial features twitched and deformed due to pain.

"These people you are talking about..." Little Ma Jiya stretched her neck and looked around. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked the pianist carefully: "Where are they?"

"It's right in front of you." The pianist replied proudly: "It's all me."

After saying that, the pianist returned to normal standing posture from the difficult ending movement of the dance.

He held the table, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and naturally reached his hand to his companion's wine glass.

Ziggfei mercilessly knocked off his friend's claws: "This old man only said to invite me to drink, but never asked you."

Upon hearing this, the pianist immediately looked at the old Dusak sitting opposite his friend with begging eyes, picked up the Rutchin and started singing again.

"No, no, no, no, no..." Gillard hurriedly stopped the pianist - Mr. Mitchell, after all, is old and can't stand things too miserable:

"Even if the Dusa people don't drink, they can't let the guests wake up and go down the table. I'll treat you tonight. You can drink as much as you want."

"What a generous person, how can I repay him?" The piano player's eyes were a little wet, and Hengqin was on his chest: "It's not as good as me..."

"Just drink with me." Gillard pressed the pianist: "Stop your throat, young man."

"Okay!" the pianist laughed.

Without saying a word, he stuffed Rutchen into his companion's hands, turned around and disappeared among the noisy drinkers.

Before the others could react, the pianist had already brought a stool back to everyone, holding a large wine glass that he had got from somewhere.

He placed the stool between his companion and the inviolator who was treating him, sat up on it, quickly wiped the wine glass with his clothes, and then solemnly placed the wine glass in front of his companion with both hands, looking at the latter.

Ziegfei sighed, and after asking Old Dusak with his eyes and getting permission, he picked up the bottle and poured wine for his friend.

"What does the shop owner say about changing food and accommodation on the show?" Ziegfei asked casually.

"What else can I say? Let's go back on my word." The pianist shrugged and pointed at the drinkers around him: "Look, the guests were obviously very satisfied with their hearing, but he insisted on saying that they were not applauding enough--I don't admit it!"

Ziggfei glanced at his friend: "It's understandable."

"But, the back door cannot be accessed, and you can also walk through the front door." The pianist Xunshi: "As long as you are willing to make a small sacrifice, the boss's wife promises to lend us the best room upstairs, the room with a large bathtub, and also serve food..."

"Don't even think about it." Ziggfei refused: "Sacrifice yourself."

"I want to sacrifice myself." The pianist took off his hat, stroked his thin hair, and said with a smile: "But they look down on me."

"Enough." Ziggfei stopped pouring wine and said coldly: "Stop it."

"Okay, okay, let's not talk." The pianist coaxed Ziggfei to continue pouring wine for himself, and his face showed sadness: "Then we can only go to the horse stand tonight."

Hearing this, everyone else at the table couldn't help laughing.

Gillard thought and asked the blonde tentatively: "Young man, I know a place to go. I just need a good guy like you. I don't know what you think."

The blonde mercenary who called himself "Zigefei" paused for a moment when pouring wine, but soon returned to normal.

"I'm sorry." The blonde mercenary replied without raising his head: "I have no intention of committing to another war now."

Gillard was not disappointed, but was relieved. He smiled and asked, "Then are you worried about?"

Ziegfei didn't answer.

"No, the more I think about it, the more angry I get. I can't sleep in vain in this horse tent." The piano player inserted into the conversation, resolving the embarrassment.

He smirked his companion: "I want me to tell you that the shop owner is just jealous of you, so he regrets that he even has to deduct the money for the performance tonight. Why not, you go and beat him up, and we will run away after the performance tonight. Just think that it is to collect the money for the performance tonight. How about it?"

"Forget it." Ziggfei handed the poured wine glass to his friend, and Yun Danfeng said lightly: "Stop causing trouble."

"Listen, everyone." The pianist took the wine glass like a rare treasure, grabbed the wine glass, and put his mouth to the edge of the glass before the wine spilled out, and took a beautiful sip.

Then, he looked at the other deskmates, pointed his thumb at his companion, and teased: "If he could do this earlier, we would not have fallen into the streets to perform our skills."

Girard, Mikhail and Majiya all laughed kindly - although the pianist wearing a flamboyant hat was a little strange, he had a magic that was hard to hate.

Ziggfei, who was standing beside him, was angry and wanted to laugh: "What? The person who is involved in trouble and trouble along the way, turns out to be me?"

"Oh? Otherwise, let everyone judge here." The pianist deliberately raised his face and counted with his fingers: "Who was cheated out of his body before he even walked out of Varen? Who was in Hongchuan's mind was so hot that he wanted to preside over justice, but he lost all his money? Who was in the king's castle exposed his accent, which forced us to escape overnight and even sold the horse..."

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The little Ma Jiya at the other end of the wine table was stunned, and even the old Ma Jiya and Gillard were surprised.

"Van? Did you come to Xinken from such a distance?" Xiao Ma Jiya was shocked: "Is the 'client at the end of the world' real?"

"Which sentence is false?" Mawei seemed to be greatly humiliated. He put down his wine glass, picked up the Rutchin, and started playing again: "Young friends, you can not listen to the lark's singing, but you should not be suspicious of the lark's eyes."

"I believe you, a dog head." Ziggfei couldn't bear it anymore, took the Rutchen from his friend and put it at his feet: "Stop singing."

"Van is very far away." Gillard asked suspiciously: "What are you here for the Xinken Land?"

"Escape." Ziggfei replied without hesitation.

"Get from the material." The pianist answered without thinking.

The two people who answered in unison almost glared at each other.

After a moment of stalemate, Ziggfei reluctantly changed his words: "Get from the material."

At the same time, the pianist smiled and repeated: "Get from the material."

"On the way from Vine to Xinken Land." Gillard laughed in silence: "Have you ever asked the 'confession'?"

"Because there is no need." The pianist replied proudly.

Ziggfei was not as indifferent as his friends. Although he was just a chance meeting, the veteran Dusak in front of him made him feel quite intimate during his short time.

So Ziegfei rarely explained a few more words.

"I know 'escape' and 'taken materials' sound ridiculous, but whether you want to believe it or not, my friends and I have not lie." Ziggfei looked at Old Dusak and said sincerely:

"It was a coincidence that we came to Xinken Land. For some reasons, we were unable to explain everything clearly to others. But I can assure you that we are just a few unlucky travelers who have been wandering to Xinken Land, without any malice or attempts. I hope you can understand."

To Siegfei's surprise, Old Dusak was neither angry nor even more suspicious.

The latter just nodded and said, "I believe in you. I will not inquire about your private affairs again."

Ziegfei nodded gratefully.

"Old sir, you trust people too easily." The pianist suddenly laughed, moved the stool to Old Dusak, picked up his arms, pretended to measure his companions, and analyzed seriously:

"This guy seems to have said a lot, but in fact he doesn't say anything at all! Look at his appearance, his conversation, and his body look like an ordinary person. If you were you, you would have to lock him in a dungeon, hang him up, and scrutinize him for three days and three nights. When you find out the secret, you will send him to the gallows; if you don't find out the secret, you will leave him as your son-in-law. It's simply great!"

"Enough, Ma Wei." The blonde mercenary frowned and called his friend Daming. It seemed that he was really angry.

"Oh, don't be nervous." Although the pianist was not at a disadvantage, he still honestly moved the stool back to its original position in action and said with a smile: "For some reason, this old man trusts you very much. Even if I expose you for justice, he will not pay attention to it - so I am curious!"

The pianist made an invitation gesture to the three people on the other side of the table and asked, "Aren't you curious?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Majiya and his son and timber merchant Mikhail also turned their attention to Lao Dusak.

Gillard, who became the focus of the wine table, did not make any special moves.

He stared at the young man in front of him and said bluntly: "Because you are so proud."

The blonde mercenary raised his eyebrows, and Ma Wei, who was watching the fun on the side, looked puzzled.

Gillard reminded earnestly: "Maybe you haven't noticed how proud you are. You are so proud that you are - even if it's a trivial lie, you don't want to tell me. Several times, just use a very simple lie to get me over, but you choose to take the truth that will make you in trouble to answer.

"So I don't think you are lying to me. Since you said you came to Xinken Land by chance, I'm willing to believe that you appeared here by chance."

After hearing Lao Dusak's words, Ziggfei's expression was mixed. He didn't know whether to laugh at himself or thank Lao Dusak for his understanding.

However, the pianist sitting next to him had a more intense reaction than his companions.

Hearing the incisive comments of Old Dusak, the pianist was stunned for a moment, and then he rushed out of his pants and half a quill pen.

Without ink, the pianist dipped in the wine in the cup and quickly wrote down the words of Old Dusak.

"The lone hero doesn't even bother to tell the smallest lie. However, at the end of the story, will he also go to destruction?" The pianist used his pen to fly and muttered a word: "It's so classical!"

Gillard looked at the blonde young man carefully and seemed to remember something.
To be continued...