"Looking at the towering Hagia Sophia in the distance,
On the fairy's ribbon named Volkhov.
The morning sun casts thousands of thin lights as bright as gold,
Lure my heart to fly to the island of Lake Ilmen.
Stroll through Novgorod’s glitzy markets,
There is only a little black cat by my side,
Please remember, my dear, forever and ever,
I am the only one in the world who can live in your heart."
In a simple camp under the forest, a man in a blue cloak was playing the lute and singing. The bowl of broth he had finished drinking was put aside, and beside him there was a little black cat lying quietly.
As if listening to his poetry.
Near him, five Gaelic warriors were listening to poetry and enjoying broth. However, although the poet sang very passionately, his companions did not like his poetry very much, which could be seen from their expressions.
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"Okay, that's enough, Domhnall Burns, you springing fire-rain sea eagle, you want a woman to buy it! Instead of singing your bad poems here every day, you clearly gave it to Yaroslav
The Grand Duke has made so much money as a royal poet, but what kind of woman does he want? But you insist on doing nothing."
The samurai who finished the broth in the bowl said angrily, "This guy sings his bad, resentful poems all day long, thinking about women every day. At first, he could listen to it, but after listening too much, now he just feels upset."
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Others also expressed their approval. Although their fellow Gaelic could fight and write poems, no one could bear this day and night.
As if frightened by these Gaels, the kitten jumped on the poet, and the poet quickly touched the little guy to comfort it.
"Hey, how do you understand the true meaning of love? If I really find a woman I love, I can give her all my wealth."
Domhnall took out a huge ruby as if to show off, which he picked up on the battlefield, but he did not sell it for gold and silver like an ordinary mercenary, but
Keep it with you, intending to give it as a gift to your future wife.
Seeing him like this, everyone didn't want to say anything. Domhnall was good at everything, but he just couldn't move when it came to the illusory love. Nothing could convince him. It was really helpless.
"Forget it, it's pointless to say anything, let's be realistic, Domhnall, can we really make money by going to that Rostislav?"
Since that topic can't convince him, don't talk about it. People like them venture out so far away from their hometown just to make money. This is the most important thing right now.
"Hey, when did I, Domnar, deceive you? My fellow countrymen, every choice I made along the way was right. Didn't I make you rich? How about a little conscience? Rostislav needs warriors,
You have also heard the news about Bulgar's invasion, and even if there is no war, silver mines have been discovered in his territory. Those are silver mines, and money can be made from them."
The poet clapped his chest and assured everyone that he would make everyone rich, but everyone gave him extremely disdainful looks.
"Yes, yes, you make us money, and then make us lose everything. In Paris, Aachen, and Kiev, you can always find something for us to spend all the money we earn to wipe your ass.
Just take the recent example. During this trip to Kiev, we managed to earn enough gold and silver to go back and honor our ancestors. However, you got drunk and burned down the Grand Duke's warehouse. We spent all our savings to fish you out."
Finally, Domhnall's always complacent face showed embarrassment. He had indeed tricked everyone in those things, otherwise they would have returned home in fine clothes. Didn't everyone go out to take risks just to show their wealth to their hometowns?
However, despite what everyone said, seeing that these people were tricked by the poet many times but still helped him many times, and continued to follow him on adventures, it can be seen that their relationship is no longer the relationship between ordinary mercenaries, but a deeper friendship.
Seeing that he was like this, the crowd did not chase him, but started chatting and spanking. They knew the character of their old friend, and it would be pointless to push him too hastily. Moreover, although everyone complained, the life of traveling around like this was still quite interesting, so there was not much resentment.
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"Speaking of it, this place is really desolate. It always reminds me of the highlands."
"At least there are not as many mountains as the highlands here, and the farming conditions are much better."
"It doesn't matter what kind of farming or not, why do we care about these things? Aren't we here to fight?"
Everyone soon started chatting and spanking, and after a while, Domhnall got into his old ways and planned to start blowing himself up again.
But suddenly, Domhnall, who was about to brag about himself, saw a cavalry team appearing in the distance, and their flag was St. George who slayed the dragon, which was the flag of Rostislav, who was about to go to seek refuge.
ah!
I quickly kicked my bad friends and asked them to stand up and greet the customers.
"Hello, travelers."
The cavalry first stopped in front of them, and the young man in armor at the head greeted them.
Domhnard was startled. He knew this man. This was the flag-bearer of Rostislav, Jan Vishaditch. He had met him at the celebration banquet after the victory over the Polovtsians.
"It must be Lord Jan Visadzic. I am Domhnall Burns, a mercenary who served the Grand Duke. I once sang poems at banquets. Do you still remember me?"
Domhnall's proactive greeting surprised Yang, but he soon realized that it was normal for these mercenaries to appear in Northeastern Ross. After the news of the silver mine spread, all kinds of people came here for wealth.
, not to mention there is news of war now.
As for the banquet this person mentioned, it reminded Yang of some memories that he had forgotten.
"Are you that poet? I do still remember you. Didn't you become a poet in the Grand Duke's court? Why did you come to Northeastern Rus?"
Facing this question, Gael showed an embarrassed expression on his face. It can't be said that he was kicked out because he was drunk and burned down the warehouse.
"Ahem, it's a little embarrassing here, but we are clean, we don't have any debts, and we haven't gotten into any trouble. We came to Northeastern Rus mainly to seek refuge with Lord Rostislav."
Domhnall quickly identified himself and said that there was absolutely no criminal record or anything like that. Their innocence was related to whether they could be hired, and few people were willing to hire mercenaries who might cause trouble.
"It's just right to take refuge with Lord Rostislav. Since you know me, then join my team. I am in need of manpower."
Yang also took advantage of the situation and said the purpose of greeting these people. He just wanted to recruit these people. He would definitely have a lot of battles in the next mission, and it would be better to have more strength around him.