Volume 1 The Forest Knight Chapter 67 The naked hatred between peers
"Oh, my God!" The bard Drew wanted to stand up and salute, but Balian held him down and shook his head to signal him not to do so. Then Drew smiled and said: "It turns out to be the respected Sir Balian,
I will definitely compose and sing a long poem for you so that everyone can
Everyone knows your reputation and knows that Fort Nolandenburg is a good place."
"You are also welcome to be a guest at Fort Norland. My subjects will definitely like these novel stories you bring." With that, Balian took out three dinars from his wallet and put them into Drew's hat again.
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Drew was a little stunned by Balian's generosity. Although he was only in his twenties, he had followed his master to travel around and live the life of a minstrel since he was a child. After his master passed away, he also lived the life of a minstrel by himself for five years. He had never
I have never received so many rewards.
He was about to say something to Balian, but Balian waved his hand to stop him. Balian raised his glass, invited him to drink, and said: "Instead of wasting words on thanking you, why don't you go back and have a good rest in a while?
If we stay in Yangweixuo for a few more days, maybe we will meet again, and then you have to write a long poem for me."
Seeing this young knight drinking and chatting with him in such an approachable manner, Drew felt warm in his heart. Ever since he could remember, the nobles he met would invite them to his territory and castle.
They performed there, but their attitude towards them was the same as that of serfs, and they were not treated as human beings at all.
But today, he met this young lord and treated him with respect like a friend. At this moment, he felt that he could die for Sir Balian.
But he quickly calmed down. He knew that Balian respected him. That was because the knight was very kind, but it didn't mean that he could really treat them as friends. In that case, he would be too ignorant.
Son.
Drew, who had been in business for many years, naturally would not make such a mistake. He bowed deeply again, and after thanking him, he continued to beg for rewards in front of other onlookers.
After Drew left, Bran asked Balian in confusion: "Sir, why did you reward this bard with so much money? After we parted ways with him, he still didn't necessarily serve us Nolan as you requested.
Den Bao composes and sings long poems. I think these bards are just as untrustworthy as the traveling merchants who walk around the streets."
Balian looked at the little guy's dissatisfied muttering and found it quite amusing, so he patiently explained to him: "If it were a middle-aged bard who smelled of alcohol and was slovenly, I would definitely not reward him.
He has so much.
But this Drew, I believe in him. Although his life must be mostly rough and rough, you can see that he loves to be clean. Although his clothes are simple, he is clean. At first glance, he has a sunny heart, loves life, and is a positive and optimistic person.
People are trustworthy.
Also, you should have met some bards. I don’t know if you have noticed that Drew’s state when singing is different from theirs. Other bards either shake their heads and talk nonsense, or recite without emotion.
Every letter Drew sings is full of emotion. When he talks about the accordion, he is the protagonist in the long poem story. The joys and sorrows in those stories are his experiences, so when we listen to his singing,
Everyone will be infected by his emotions instead of simply listening to the story.
Do you think a person who loves singing and takes long poems seriously would refuse to make up and sing new stories?"
After hearing this, Bran scratched the back of his head, then nodded with a smile, "Yes, sir, you are very observant."
Balian patted his little head and said with a smile: "Follow me every day and you can learn some of my cleverness instead of all my bad habits of eating, drinking and having fun, otherwise your father Garm will
Lin will definitely not be able to spare you."
Bran, who was lightly hit on the head, shrank his neck, and then said with a smile: "Master, I must have learned a lot from following you. My father will not hit me. Besides, why should he?"
Beat me? I am a knight's squire now, and he is just a civilian official."
"Hey, you brat, you've only become a knight's squire and you already look down on your father. Today I have to beat you for your father!" As he said that, he raised his hand to slap him again, but Bran dodged it and dodged it.
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Bran hid aside and said with a playful smile: "Oh, sir, I want to ask you one thing. You can't hit me on the head in the future, otherwise I will become stupid. You must not like to lead a stupid attendant out."
Hearing what he said, Balion laughed and was about to get up and hit him. Bran laughed and ran out, saying that he was going to pee.
Balian sat there alone and ate something simple. He was full of wine and food, and felt very satisfied. He felt that he could go back to sleep when Bran came back.
Just when Balian took out the gray straw paper in his arms and wiped his mouth, Bran came back with a serious face. He sat next to Balian and said softly: "Master, the bard you just rewarded may be in bad luck.
Already."
Seeing the serious look on his face, Balian lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong? What did you find?"
Bran told Balian: "Just now when I went to the bushes in the corner to draw a strip, I heard several people conspiring there. Among them was a bard, and three others who didn't know what they were doing.
The bard told them that Drew had made his business very difficult during the week he spent in Yangweixo, and that Drew had made a lot of money.
Therefore, he wanted these people to join him in killing this young bard from out of town, and the money they got would be divided equally among the four of them.
The three people agreed without even thinking about it. What they discussed was to ambush Drew on his way back to his residence and then get rid of him. After all, it doesn't matter if there are dead bodies on the streets of Yang Weixuo."
After hearing this, Balian frowned, but relaxed at random. He smiled and asked Bran: "Now that the decision-making power on this matter is left to you, what are you going to do?"
Bran was a little surprised. He didn't expect the master to ask him to make a decision in this matter, but he soon figured it out. This was also Balian's test to see if he had learned to think during the time he followed Balian.
So, Bran thought for a while and replied: "Master, I think we should take care of it for three reasons. First, Drew is useful to you, and we also want to use his singing to increase your reputation and attract everyone to come."
Nolandenburg.
Secondly, our opponents are just four unworthy gangsters with few weapons. The two of us can deal with them, it's very simple.
Third, and most importantly, Drew is a talent in your eyes, but such a talent will not be loyal to you easily. If we save him and have this life-saving grace, then Drew will be very good.
It is possible to become loyal to you out of gratitude and become one of our Norandenburgers."
After listening to Bran's analysis, Balian nodded with satisfaction, "Good boy, yes, you have followed me these past few months in vain. By the way, I just said it, tonight I will listen to you, what to do, you do it
arrange."
After receiving recognition and praise, Brandon's eyes suddenly lit up. He patted his chest and said confidently: "Master, don't worry, there is absolutely no problem."
The bard Drew was in a very good mood today. He started performing in the afternoon today. Although he was exhausted after seven performances, he was still very happy as he touched the money bag in his arms. Today he had a total of
He received a reward of twelve dinars, five of which were given by Balian.
Drew exchanged the heavy copper coins for silver coins with the vendors in the wine and food area, took out some more copper coins, and asked the boss he knew to fill his cowhide wine bag with ale and pack some meat. He wanted to relax tonight
one time.
Carrying his accordion, carrying wine and food, and humming a tune, Drew returned to the mule and horse shop where he lived, happily thinking about his happy future.
The Knights Tournament starts the day after tomorrow and will last for three days. I should still be able to earn at least thirty dinars. With the money I have saved over the years, I can buy a small courtyard in the city of Yangweixuo, so that I can earn more in the future.
Instead of being a wandering bard, you can become a resident bard in a tavern in the city.
When the time comes, if you work harder and save more money, you can marry a wife and have children. This will fulfill your master's wish to live a normal life.
Just when Drew was looking forward to a better life in the future, suddenly a person appeared in the shadow of the street corner in front of him. He looked carefully through the moonlight and found out that he was his colleague and a bard.
When Drew first came here, his performance booth was not far from him, but his performance was so good that no one listened to him, and he didn't perform near the square in the past two days.
Drew didn't know what he was doing when he appeared in front of him, but he also knew that if he ruined people's jobs, they would definitely make people jealous. In line with the principle of doing more things than doing less, Drew turned around and prepared to change his way to avoid it.
Let go of this trouble.
But as soon as he turned around, he found that there were three men holding wooden sticks and daggers behind him, staring at him as if they were prey.
At this time, Drew realized that he was in a dangerous situation. He loosened his grip and the packed wine and food fell to the ground. He said nervously: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"
One of the men flicked the dagger in his hand with his finger, he laughed sinisterly, and then said: "Young bard, we just want to take away all the money in your hand. If you tell the truth, we will
Hand over all the money, otherwise, if I go to search you, you will suffer a lot!"
Hearing that these people were just asking for money, Drew's nervous mood calmed down a lot. He had been wandering around with his master since he was a child, and he had encountered dangers. He calmed down and said: "Brothers, I can take care of myself."
I’ll give you all the money, but you must ensure my safety. How about you take ten steps back and I’ll throw the money bag to you?”
"This guy thinks we are fools! Stop talking nonsense with him and kill him quickly. All the money will be there. When we get down to the ink mark, the people from the city defense camp will come, and we will be finished." Standing in front of Drew.
The bard in the corner urged fiercely.
When he said this, the three men didn't say anything else. They picked up the stuff in their hands and rushed towards Drew. In desperation, Drew took off his accordion from his back and waved it to prevent them from getting close to him.
, waving and shouting, hoping to get help from the surrounding residents, and also hoping that his cry for help would attract soldiers from the city defense battalion.
But what disappointed him was that the reinforcements he was looking forward to were nowhere to be found. Who among the nearby residents would be idle and risk offending local gangsters to rescue him? As for the patrol team of the city defense camp, who knows how long they would last?
Only then can I come out.
Although Drew's cry for help failed to call for help, it made the three men attack him more and more accurately and harshly. His accordion had been hit several times and his body was also wounded.
Several sticks were used, and the pain made him sweat.
Drew felt that he could no longer hold on any longer, and his swing of the accordion also slowed down. A man took the opportunity to kick him on the back, knocking him down. Drew was kicked and fell to the stone road.
It was a serious injury, and he lay on the ground groaning in pain.
At this time, the bard who had a grudge against Drew took out the wood-cutting ax from his waist, and saw that he was about to come and kill him. He closed his eyes in despair, knowing that this time he was really done.