In the next few days, several people continued to visit the town, but still found nothing.
And they also found a local guide.
"I am a poet from a distant country. I want to write some stories to commemorate this trip. Are there any legends in this town?"
On a low hillside, Edron said this to the guide beside him, while Margaret and Alice were sitting on the other side, playing with picnic ingredients.
There were bread, meat rolls, etc. prepared in advance, as well as two bottles of light beer, and the guards were standing not far behind.
The guide was wearing a simple gray singlet with rolled-up cuffs, and in his rough palm was a wooden stick used to push away weeds. Although the clothes were simple and white after washing, they were still clean. This was one of the few people in the group.
Reasons why you want to hire him.
He thought for a while and replied: "Mr. Edward, I didn't expect what you asked. I grew up in this small town, but I don't seem to have heard of any local stories and legends. Even if there are, they are the kind of common lovers.
The story of separation and separation is not unusual."
"That's it." Edward sighed, seeming a little disappointed.
"So what's new in the town recently? It seems very peaceful here."
"What's new, let me think about it, several chambers of commerce have come to the Oktoberfest in the past few days, and it is said that some of them are coming from Crancia."
"Oh, keep talking."
"Ah, it's like this..." He also began to describe what he saw and heard at that time, but when several people nearby heard it, there was nothing worth paying attention to.
"Is there any more?" Edward popped a silver coin out of his fingertips and fell into the guide's hand.
It could be seen that this noble gentleman was a little tired of this kind of caravan news. The guide thought for a while and talked about which family had become rich recently, which family had quarreled, whose children suddenly became promising, etc.
Unfortunately, none of these people were interested. Gradually, everyone felt that they couldn't ask any questions, so they started to have a picnic. The guide and the guard on the side also got two pieces of bread and stood aside to eat.
"Is it delicious, Alice?" Margaret put a piece of snack into the girl's hand and watched her eat it in small bites.
"It's delicious, thank you sister."
"Actually, you can call me sister-in-law, then your sister Margaret will be happier, haha." Edward said jokingly.
"Well, brother, please don't tease me." Alice replied. At this moment, she was kneeling on the white cloth and eating the bun in her hand.
"My dear, I have always liked Alice. It is such a blessing to have such a lovely sister." Margaret leaned on Edward's shoulder and uttered the sweet words between newlyweds.
After a few people toured the mountains and fields behind the town, they returned to the hotel where they lived in the evening.
After the three of them went into the house to rest, Hei Niu walked down the stairs. He didn't have a sword at the moment and looked much easier to deal with than during the day.
The first floor is where everyone eats and drinks. Since these days are festivals, it is quite lively here at night.
"Bartender, do you have a big glass of spirits? Give me three glasses." Hei Niu strode to sit in front of the bar and started shouting. His voice was so loud that he could almost hear it on the first floor.
"Here we come, please wait a moment."
The bartender replied, settled the accounts of the guests in front of him, and then walked quickly. He took out three large cups from under the table, then picked them up one by one, put them under the wine barrel aside, opened the faucet, and the clear liquid
The sound of flowing sound was heard in the wine glass.
The foam overflowed from the full wine glass, wetting a little of the tabletop, and a burst of wheat aroma also wafted away, making the aroma of wine on the first floor even stronger.
Gulu gulu——
After drinking three glasses of wine, Hei Niu let out a deep breath. He looked so refreshed, which made other people around him eager to have a drink.
"I finally feel better. Those light things I drink every day have no taste at all. Bartender, let's have another big plate of meat. If you want meat, the portion must be sufficient, you know?"
"I know, please wait a moment. I'll go to the kitchen behind to talk. Also..." He made a gesture that everyone knows.
"There are plenty." A few gold and silver coins jingled on the old wooden table.
"Okay."
As soon as the bartender saw it, he quickly walked to the kitchen, and many guests on the first floor also turned their eyes, with looks of envy, greed, and jealousy in their eyes.
"You, come here." Hei Niu casually pointed to the person next to him. This person seemed to be a bard. Before Hei Niu came, he was telling common and vulgar stories. He was holding a simple and worn-out lute in his hand, and he sang from time to time.
Out of tune.
"Sing something nice." Hei Niu tossed a silver coin over.
The poor poet stretched out his hands and hurriedly caught the sudden windfall. He was a little disbelieving, but he quickly came to his senses.
He sat upright, as if he had transformed into an extremely professional person at this moment.
"What do you want to hear?"
"Tsk, it's up to me to think about it. You just sing, if you don't do it well I'll tell you." Hei Niu turned around, put one of his thick hands on the bar, looked at the man and said.
"Haole." The poor bard plucked the strings and began to sing.
"When I see violets disappear, when I see beautiful faces..." His tone was exaggerated and emotional, like a cock-headed duck.
"Change it." A ruthless interruption came from the side, and Hei Niu tapped the table with his fingers in boredom.
As if the duck's neck was being strangled by a strong arm, the bard's words stopped abruptly.
After a few seconds of silence, he played another tune again.
"In the wilderness under the sky, a young man rides a white horse and gallops like the wind. He is an eagle among thousands of birds and a lion among thousands of beasts..."
"Change!"
Everyone is tired of hearing the legend of Fengyue. Who doesn’t know the story of Roland, the King of White Horses?
"When four hundred thousand holy spears stood on the top of the mountain and swooped down, the sound of dense horse hooves was like..."
"Change!"
The stories in the Book of Candlelight are more suitable to be told in church.
"The girl with the silver bell under her feet, her voice is like the dew of the morning sun..."
"Change!"
After being stopped several times in a row, the poet turned red in the face, and there was a burst of jeers and laughter from the surrounding area. Everyone looked at this guy making a joke.
"What style does this gentleman want to hear?" He looked carefully at this guest who was as strong as an ox.
"Don't be too lofty, I want to hear something down to earth." Hei Niu said.
"Okay, let me think about it."
After pondering for a while, the poet played the piano again.
"Because I was afraid that the widow's eyes would get wet from crying, I got up and came to her side..."
At this time, no one interrupted, and the guests in the hotel also listened with relish. The story is not complicated, it tells the story of a beautiful widow and a strong hunter having an affair, and it is also mixed with obscure eroticism, which makes people imagine.
.
"Okay, this story is good."
"I didn't expect this guy to be able to do this. Why haven't I seen her say this before?"
"That's right, this is enough. By the way, do we have any widows here?" The person who spoke showed a funny smile that everyone knew, and there was a wave of tacit mischievous smiles from around him.
"I don't feel sleepy anymore when I say this. I heard..." A group of people started talking about the romance in the small town.
Most of them were nothing more than so-and-so secretly getting together with someone, so-and-so being cuckolded again, etc. There was nothing particularly eye-catching, until——
"I haven't seen that pretty girl Jin Na recently. Her figure is quite attractive."
"Don't even think about it. I heard that she has already been in love with Pastor Matthew."
"Pastor Matthew is only in his early 20s. I remember he was an ordinary monk the year before last."
"Yes, but I passed the Holy Domain assessment last year and got the official badge."
"It's very promising. Why don't you try to please me? I think the old pastor Reese is retiring soon."
"What are you trying to please? Isn't it just a little priest? We have many of them in the Holy Land."
"But I haven't seen Pastor Matthew in the past few weeks."
"I've been missing for some days, and so has Jin Na. Could it be possible..."
"Maybe they eloped, hahahaha."
"Hahahaha, how is that possible? I think she went back to her hometown to get married."
Several people laughed, and the black cow on the side also showed a smile while eating the steak on the plate.
