Cold sweat flowed down her spine, and Mikhail woke up in an instant.

"Brother..." The timber dealer tried desperately to squeeze out some smiles on his fat face, but his expression became as ugly as a dog biting his finger. He stuttered and defended: "...I don't know you are..."

Hearing this, Old Dusak became even more displeased.

"What?" Gillard's eyebrows stood up, but his tone of questioning was kind and kind: "I'm not from Tiefeng County, so you scolded even more unpleasantly?"

"no……"

"What's not?"

"Not that meant..."

"What does that mean?"

The fat timber dealer from Vorne County was forced into a dead corner and did not dare to say anything more, for fear of being caught again. He grabbed Lao Ma Jiya's clothes under the table in panic and asked for help from the latter in tears.

The little Ma Jiya, who was gloating, was surprised to find that her father, who was usually cautious and never got involved in the right and wrong of others, chose to stand up as a fellow villager who was not called close.

"He is drunk, don't worry about what he says." Old Majiya bowed and apologized, blocking the sad-faced timber dealer behind him: "Girard Fleninovic."

"Yes, he was talking about alcohol, but it was also the truth." Gillard said aggressively: "Brother, you and I might as well speak happily. A year ago, you Vorne County people treated us as traitors and rebels and looked down on us. Now, seeing that the young men in our Tiefeng County are well developed, you are starting to jealous again, blaming us for riding on your heads-Is there anything wrong with what I said?"

"Don't scare him." Old Majiya sincerely asked: "Girard Fleninovic."

Gillard stared at the two free men in Vorne County with a fierce look like a wolf; the wood merchant curled up and tried his best to hide in the backs of his fellow countrymen; the old Ma Jiya looked as usual, like a big tree facing the storm.

Little Ma Ji Yaqing couldn't help but hold her breath, and Ziggfei was also silently observing the confrontation.

Only the pianist is still thinking about reading "Escape from the Tiger's Mouth", as if he was pulled out of the world, and everything around him has nothing to do with.

Suddenly, Gillard slapped the table and laughed.

The suffocating tension that had been before disappeared in an instant.

Xiaoma Jiya and timber merchant Mikhail were both relieved.

"Thirty years ago." Gillard seemed to be joking, saying to the timber dealer hiding behind his fellow countrymen: "You want to get beaten up, and you will be beaten up."

"When I beat you, I will lose my own face." Old Dusak said nostalgically, and he sighed: "Now I will beat you, I will lose my face of Lord Montane."

The timber dealer wiped his sweat and was glad that he had escaped.

Lao Ma Jiya bowed again, this time he bowed deeper than the last time.

Seeing this, the timber dealer hurriedly bowed.

"Wait, don't bow first, I haven't finished saying anything." Gillard's face changed and he put away his smile.

He put down his wine glass, stood up, straightened his back, and asked the two free men from Vorne County: "You said we were riding on your heads, you were jealous of us as officials under the Blood Wolf, but do you know how such a 'good day' came from?"

"Do you know how many dutiful village households in Xiatiefeng County have burned their own house in order to hold down Hedman?"

"Do you know how many good young men are buried on both sides of the Pangtuo River?"

"If the people of Tiefeng County had not blocked the Terdun tribe, were robbed, enslaved, and massacred!" Gillard clenched his fists and slammed hard on the table, causing the knife, fork, cup and others' hearts to tremble: "I don't expect you to be grateful to me! But at least you should respect those who died in battle! Every one!"

"The Battle of the Styx, the Battle of Blood Mud, the Battle of the River Valley..." Gillard's eyes turned red, and his hands trembled slightly: "You treat them as stories in the mouths of storytellers, but for the people of Tiefeng County, this story is written in blood! Do you know how many people were injured in Tiefeng County? How many people died? How many pillars were disabled? How many women became widows? How many children became orphans from then on?"

The dining table was silent.

The quiet small space is surrounded by a noisy and messy environment in the tavern, like a piece of ice in a hot iron pot.

Gillard fell back to his seat in a loss, lowered his head, and sang Dusak's desolate tragic song as if no one was around:

“Our land does not need to be plowed to turn,

“Our land is cultivated with horse hooves,

“The land is planted with Dusak’s head,

"The Shield River is decorated with young widows,

"The rolling waves are the tears of parents..."

The blonde mercenary sitting opposite the old Dusak was also touched, staring at the wine in the glass and humming softly:

"Oh, Dunhe, our parents, why is your water so muddy?

"Oh, child, how can my water not be muddy?

"The cold spring runs out from under me,

"The silver fish muddle my quiet river water."

At the end of the song, Gillard wiped the corners of his wet eyes and started drinking in a quiet voice, and seemed to have no words to say.

Ziggfei silently accompanied Lao Dusak to drink.

For a moment, the wine table fell into silence that made people feel uneasy.

Lao Ma Jiya used his eyes to stop his youngest son who wanted to say something to resolve the embarrassing scene, and shook his head at his fellow villager who wanted to slip away on the spot, leaving the precious silence to Lao Dusak.

"Hurrah!"

Unfortunately, a sudden sound rang by the table.

The pianist slapped his thighs excitedly, as if he had just returned from another new world, and exclaimed at the others beside the table: "It's so well written!"

"The word selection is vivid, the sentences are easy to understand, the plot is ups and downs, and the characters are vivid and vivid - the most valuable thing is that it can be used to rhyme?" The pianist asked in disbelief: "In this broken ground where birds do not shit, there are people who understand the power of rhythm?"

He frantically looked through every corner of the booklet and finally found the author's name on the edge of the last page: "Jacob Clin?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Jacob Green?" The pianist chewed the name, slapped his thigh again, and said heavily: "This person is worth seeing!"

It was not until this moment that the pianist realized that something was wrong at the table.

"What happened?" The pianist asked a little embarrassedly. He glanced around the faces of his classmates and suddenly realized: "Is there a fight again?"

Without waiting for his companion to explain, the pianist had already snatched the Lute Qin back, kicked the bench, jumped onto the table.

A whole set of movements made Xiao Ma Ji Ya stunned.

On this side, the pianist cheered: "What are you waiting for? Why don't you start quickly!"

On the other side, Ziggfei pulled the piano player off the table with great disgust, and at the same time nodded and apologized to the others in embarrassment, attached it to the piano player's ear, and explained a few simple words.

"What?" The pianist was very disappointed: "Just for this?"

He picked up the bench as if nothing had happened, sat down obediently, then reached out and patted the table, and asked the timber dealer on the other side of the wine table: "Hey, just because others ride on your head, are you not satisfied? Is there always someone ride on your head? What are you not satisfied?"

Mikhail was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.

"Oh! So that's it." The pianist tilted his head and glanced at the depressed old Dusak, and looked at the timber dealer again: "I'm not afraid of having less, but I'm afraid that others have more than I do - it's because the person who was riding on his head replaced the person who was riding on your head, and you were not satisfied."

As soon as these words were said, the timber merchant was not only embarrassed, but also ashamed to want to get into the cracks. At the same time, the timber merchant was very annoyed - because the person who accused him was a trivial pianist.

"Mortal, your name is stupid." The pianist shook his head and sang a paragraph, then smiled and said to the timber dealer: "If I were you, I would follow the command of the 'blood wolf', and there would be no doubt at all."

"Don't talk big, pianist." Mikhail finally couldn't help but look angry, and spoke out loud and scolded the ignorant boy opposite him: "You are just a piano player, what do you know?"

"Time, ruthless girl, you take away people's age, but you will not leave a trace of wisdom." The pianist teased the strings and sang another paragraph, looking at the fat timber dealer with pity, and asked, "If you think you know more than me, then you might as well tell me, you, your fellow countryman next to you, and this old Dusak, and other free people from the new land - why are you called here?"

"Of course it's for the Freedoms' Congress." Mikhail was puzzled: "Everyone in the new land knows it."

"No, no, no." The pianist shook his fingers, and a smile that annoyed the timber dealer was still hanging on the corner of his mouth: "What I asked is, what is the purpose of the people riding on your head to convene the 'Freeman Conference'?"

The timber dealer couldn't answer, but he still insisted on choking: "I don't know, do you know?"

"You finally got it right once." The pianist replied complacently: "I not only know, but I also know the causes and consequences."

"Stop bragging here!" The timber merchant slapped the table angrily.

The blonde mercenary on the side frowned and put his hand on the hilt of the sword for the third time.

The piano player patted the blonde mercenary's arm and signaled his companion to be calm.

He stood up, sucked his breath and shouted.

The shouts pierced the clouds and cracked the stones, and the sounds stopped the clouds, instantly covering all the noises.

This time, not only the table where the piano player is located, but also the attention of the drinkers in the entire side hall is attracted.

The piano player stepped on the bench with one foot, picked up the Lute, and played a short melody, as if he was placing a stadium for himself.

After finishing the performance with a hook string, the pianist looked around and asked, "Do you know, why is the alliance an alliance?"

The drinkers who came to their senses booed, not understanding what the pianist with a funny hat wanted to say.

Faced with the tide of cheering, the pianist not only did not frighten, but instead fought back sharply: "Although the customs of the republics are different and the people's sentiments are different, at least in terms of ignorance, you are surprisingly consistent."

The boo was even louder, and there were a few unpleasant insults mixed in between.

A cup flew out of the corner and hit the back of the piano player despicablely.

Just when the wine glass was about to hit the target, Ziggy was caught in the air.

The blonde mercenary put his cup upside down on the table, glanced at his friend who was unaware of it, and sighed helplessly.

"Take your son away quickly." The blonde mercenary kindly reminded the middle-aged veteran across the table: "It's not safe here soon."

"No!" Xiao Jiya still wanted to watch the fun, how could she agree? He begged his father: "Let's listen, listen to what he wants to say."

Lao Ma Jiya did not answer her son, but did not leave the table.
To be continued...