Since there had just been a heavy rain last night, a layer of light white mist filled the woods and did not dissipate until noon. The sun also hid behind the thick clouds, making the entire sky look a bit dark and melancholy.
A crow that was looking for food on the roadside seemed to be disturbed by something. It flapped its wings and flew up from the ground, making an angry and sharp cry. The sound echoed in the quiet forest for a long time.
After a while, bursts of singing came from a distance.
"In that far away place,"
"There is a girl named Weaver Girl."
"By the blue sea."
"There is a girl who turned into a snail."
"They are all so gentle and kind,"
"I don't care if you have a fancy sports car,"
"Do you have any designer clothes?"
"They are all so cute and pretty,"
"I don't care if you have a million dollars in savings.
"Are there any three-story bungalows?"
"..."
"Oh..." A pleasant chord sounded.
"This good girl~!
"What a good girl~!"
"It's a pity that none of them are human girls."
"Oh~!"
"They are not human girls~!"
Following the singing, a mule cart drove slowly from a distance.
When the song ended, a young man about sixteen or seventeen years old with black hair and bright eyes stood up from the car. He asked the petite and pretty maid sitting next to him: "Vera,
Do you think my song is good, Master?"
Vera hesitated for a long time, and finally said calmly: "Master, why can't your song sound good? I think your song is the best."
Lorraine looked at her innocent and pretty face that turned away, and her long and straight eyelashes that were deliberately lowered to avoid her eyes. She couldn't help but sigh and said, "You don't understand what art is at all~!"
Then he turned to the man driving the carriage and asked: "Baldo, what do you think?"
Baldo's whip-raising hand paused in the air for a moment, then he laughed twice and said: "Sir, do you want to listen to the truth?"
Lorraine said angrily: "Of course, Master, why should I listen to lies? If you have anything to say, just say it. It doesn't matter. Master, I am very generous."
"Then I'll tell the truth." Baldo was tortured along the way. At this time, he suddenly realized and said: "Sir, this weird instrument you made is indeed very good, and the sound is beautiful and beautiful."
Lorraine sighed and said, "Just say but~!"
Baldo paused for a moment and said: "But your singing voice...I'm telling you the truth, don't be angry. Your bad rap and singing voice used to be called a sheep voice, and I never understood it. Now when I listen to your song
, after your guidance, I finally figured it out. It turns out that a person's singing voice can still sound like this."
After he finished speaking, he felt a little uneasy. He turned around and took a sneak look at Lorraine's face. He was immediately startled: "Wow, Sir, why is your face blue? It doesn't matter, right? You said, no
Angry."
"Am I angry?" Lorraine snorted coldly and sat down.
He plucked the strings casually, paused for a while, and said: "Bardo, I remember the last time you were lazy at work and ran to the kitchen to chat with Aunt Nancy's daughter, right? You dare to be lazy during working hours.
Pick up girls, your bonus this month is gone~!"
Baldo grinned and said with a wry smile: "Sir, we don't want to retaliate like this. You can't keep your word..."
Just when they were fooling around, they saw a figure jumping from the hill next to them.
The man jumped off the mountain and immediately fell on his buttocks, which was so painful that he screamed. But he endured the pain, got up from the ground, rubbed it twice, and then shouted loudly:
"Robbery~!"
The voice was high-pitched and crisp, obviously that of a child whose voice had not yet changed.
Bardo hurriedly stopped the mule. The three of them looked outside at the same time.
I saw a fair and tender little boy standing majestically in the middle of the road with his hands on his hips and his chest folded.
He is about eight or nine years old. His face is rosy and his skin is fair and rosy, making him look extremely delicate. He has a full head of black hair and a pair of big, smart and cunning eyes under his long eyelashes.
The big eyes are black and bright, sparkling like black gems, and can even allow the person opposite to see his own reflection.
This doesn't look like a robber at all, he's just a handsome little sheep who came to your door.
The three people looked at each other with a smile on their faces.
When the man saw that the three of them were not afraid at all, he couldn't help stamping his shiny deerskin boots and said angrily: "I said robbery, did you hear it?"
When Lorraine saw this, she couldn't help but smile and said to the maid next to her: "Vera, did you see, your colleague is here~!"
Vera immediately blushed with embarrassment. She rolled up her sleeves and was about to jump out of the car to teach the little gangster a lesson. At this moment, she heard a sound in the grass and another person stood up on the hill.
There were more than a dozen tall warriors.
"Don't move, wait a moment." Lorraine hurriedly stretched out her hand and grabbed Vera.
The little boy turned around, looked at the soldiers, and couldn't help complaining: "Kart, why did you come out like this? You don't know how to cover your face or something, as this will reveal your whereabouts."
The leading soldier hesitated for a moment and said: "But young... young master, you..."
The little boy shook his little hand and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I can solve this little problem."
He turned around, put one hand on his hips, and raised his thumb with the other to point at the big men behind him, and said to the three Lorraine people: "Did you see that? These are all my people. You can't defeat us. I'll rob you."
Pay the money quickly and I can let you go. It will save us all~!"
What kind of person is Uncle Lorraine? Each gold coin is strung on his ribs. To take it out, you have to pull it down with a vise. Each one is covered with blood. What's more, the young girl next to him
He is also a man who is desperate for money.
One of them can be regarded as a master of both magic and martial arts, and the other has five muskets in his hand and is extremely powerful in combat. Now, even the lich back then can still fight. What's more, they are just a few thieves?
It's not bad luck to attack them and rob them.
Lorraine had the intention to take action immediately, but seeing the few warriors standing on high ground, he felt that they would not be that simple.
I saw that each of them had serious expressions and extraordinary demeanor. Just standing there, standing as tall as a pine, immobile. A fierce murderous aura that only those iron-blooded elites who have experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood rushed towards them.
He reached out and pressed down the eager Vera, then looked at the little boy, touched his chin, laughed twice, and said, "You want to rob?"
"Of course." The little boy with pink makeup raised his head arrogantly, then crossed his waist and said impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense and get the money quickly."
Lorraine turned her head and thought for a moment, then said, "What do you want?"
The little fat boy opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Lorraine had already said first: "Gold coins, silver coins, copper plates, checks, money orders, bank cards, IC cards, IQ cards, do you need all of these?"
The little boy thought for a while and replied seriously: "Although I don't know what the ones you mentioned next are, but if you give them all to me, it doesn't matter."
Lorraine suddenly laughed loudly.
When the little boy heard his laughter, he blinked his big eyes in confusion, feeling strange and a little angry. He stamped his foot and said, "What do you mean?"
Lorraine stopped laughing, and then said seriously: "Do you know that it is because of people like you that our profession, which is originally very promising, is looked down upon and looked down upon by others."
"We...we?" The little boy touched his head, suddenly understood, pointed at Lorraine and shouted: "You...you are a real robber."
"Huh? That's not right." He saw the musical instrument next to Lorraine and said, "I just heard clearly that there was a tone-deaf guy there making ghost noises..."
When Vera and Bardo heard this, they couldn't help but burst out laughing at the same time.
Lorraine looked at them with a livid face and made up her mind to deduct their next month's salary.
Then the little boy continued: "Stop lying. Are you a robber? You are obviously a singer and entertainer."
At this time, a breeze blew, Lorraine plucked the strings in his hand, and suddenly a pleasant sound came out.
The sound of the piano was mixed in the gentle breeze, like fairy music, which made these people who had never heard a guitar invariably lose their minds for a moment.
The little boy exclaimed and said involuntarily: "You play so beautifully."
He blinked his long eyelashes, came back to his senses, jumped immediately, pointed at Lorraine's nose, and said: "Look, let me just say you are a singer. Who among ordinary people can play such good music?"
Lorraine couldn't help but twitch her lips. Is this a curse or a compliment? Besides, what happened to the singers? In his world, some singers could become superstars, and their houses, money, horses and cars were huge.
came.
He thought for a while and decided to educate the fat little thief opposite him.
At this time, they still don't know how much their fateful encounter has left a mark in Ruman's history and will become a classic and legend that will be sung from generation to generation.