In Old Tosh's tavern, Domhnall and Dill packed up all the good wine in the tavern, and then they began to share their experiences during this period.
Old Tosh's tavern is very lively. After all, it is the best tavern in Moscow. It is always crowded with people. However, this noisy environment does not affect Domhnall and Dill's fun. Such a noisy environment makes them more interesting.
high.
As his drunkenness deepened, Domhnall began to do what he loved most - reciting poetry.
"The eagle was so impressive that it suddenly fell to the ground.
Weibi's young eagle lingers unwaveringly.
However, the shadows of the eagles are so close to each other.
If you hate your years, it will be difficult for you to live forever.
The eagle has ceased roaring, who is the Khan?
Life is painful, and killing one is inevitable.
Poisonous as a vulture, add etiquette.
Where is virtue and righteousness? It’s all in vain.
When Nioh is killed, who will be killed?
There is only one old slave to fight against.
The rolling clear water is filled with turbidity.
The goshawk returns to clear away the grievances and anger,
Let's see who crawls again.
You Cao should regret that you are so incorrigible and incorruptible."
As the Gael played the last note, Dill clapped his hands in response, expressing his praise for Domhnall's poetry. The same reaction as him was the guests at the tables next to him.
It's just that the environment in the tavern is quite noisy now. Most people didn't hear Domhnall's poems, but the Gaels didn't care. They just sat down and drank the wine in their stomachs. This wine was also drank outside.
Not available.
During that time in the village, he only had bland kvass to drink, but now he could finally drink real wine.
"Your poetry is getting better and better, and the melody is also good. Domhnall, you will definitely become famous in the future, and you may become the prince's royal poet."
Dill's face was a little flushed. He hadn't drank like this for a while. Drinks were not cheap in Moscow during this time, because most of them were supplied to Bulgar's winter army. If it hadn't been for Domhnall's return, Dier would have been drunk.
You would not be so generous.
However, his consciousness was very clear, and Dill was very careful not to get drunk. When he felt overwhelmed by alcohol, he would start to drink moderately, so as not to fall to the ground unable to move or talk nonsense.
"I wrote this song for Alaire. At that time, we were drinking wine together and scolding those Akkad lackeys. Ah, speaking of Akkad being dead, things really changed so fast."
Domhnall said carelessly, and Dill noticed the key words in it.
"Alaire? You actually know that Bulgarian. Do you know that he is now a powerful figure in the new Bulgarian country? I estimate that his authority will rise to a higher level in time."
There was some surprise in Dill's words, but it was not beyond his expectation. Domhnall was always a multifaceted guy, and it was not surprising that he knew anyone.
"I met him through drinking. This man secretly drank fermented grape juice before he converted to Christianity. After discovering this, I often brought him wine, and over time our relationship became better."
Domhnall inadvertently broke the news. However, if Alaire was still a Christian, this problem would be serious, but now that he has converted to Christianity, it naturally does not matter.
"Tell me more specifically about your experience in the countryside during this period. I'm curious about what the situation is like there."
Dill mentioned the countryside. He was still very curious about the situation in the countryside. After all, he was born in the countryside. If he hadn't had responsibilities in his hands, he would have gone home and taken a look.
Speaking of home, I don't know what's going on with the old man now, or how he's doing as a village chief.
"Tsk, I don't know what to say about those experiences. Let me think about it..."
Domhnall was obviously a little drunk, otherwise he would never mention these things if he were normal, even to good friends, because he had no evidence for those things, and was just a summary of the phenomena he saw with his own eyes.
"Some villages have obviously increased their worship of gods. I also noticed that many villages have begun to support each other and even help each other pay the increased taxes. This is not an ordinary phenomenon. And those
Warlock actually didn’t say anything about our tour this time, which is really strange.”
The authoritative magicians in the countryside have always been full of resistance to everything that Moscow comes to. As the spokespersons of the gods among the people, these people realize almost immediately that Moscow is eroding their authority.
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So they were extremely resistant. If the troupe hadn't been escorted by a large army when they went to the countryside, they would have killed everyone in the troupe. Even if they couldn't kill everyone, they would find other ways to cause trouble for the troupe.
Fortunately, in this era of lack of entertainment, not many people would actively refuse the troupe's performance, so it did not cause any big trouble.
"They didn't respond? This is really strange. It's unusual. Have you told Mr. Yang these things?"
Jan was now fully responsible for religious affairs in Moscow, and it was Domhnall who was assigned the task of investigating paganism.
Otherwise, given the carefree character of this Gael, he would never have observed so carefully.
"Of course I've said it. That's all Yang needs. In fact, Yang followed us all the way with makeup. He saw everything I saw. Hey, you don't know how well Yang put on makeup this time. This kid pretended
The forest folk almost deceived me, but of course I, Domhnall, recognized his disguise."
Dill was very disdainful of Domhnall's drunken bragging in his heart. He didn't know yet that Domhnall must have been completely concealed by Yang, and then he came here to brag to him about himself.
So much awesome.
The disguise of Lord Yang surprised him. After all, even Domhnall was deceived, which shows that this person really worked hard. It seems that the Lord Mayor of Suzdal is indeed the most trusted by the prince.
people.
However, his disdain did not last long, because he still wanted to hear the Gael continue to say.
"Yang also said that something was wrong. It's a pity that this person said that he wanted to find more evidence. Really, if you ask me to say that these things are enough, what else are you looking for? It's inexplicable."
Domhnall's words were full of dissatisfaction with Yang, which is normal. After all, who likes someone who talks to him all day long, and always has a bad face.
"That is to say, Mr. Yang is still active in the countryside of Northeastern Ross..."
Dill was reciting this information. He didn't know why, but he had a bad premonition. Combined with what happened in Moscow during this period, he didn't know when a storm was coming in his heart.
The situation in the city is also unstable now. As the commander of the Rostov Battalion, his subordinates have many incorrect ideas, which is not a good sign.
There are also quite a lot of complaints among the citizens, and the social atmosphere is somewhat lifeless.
The drunken Domhnall had no such feeling at all. He had not yet investigated the situation in the city, and subconsciously thought that the city was calm and calm.
Then Domhnall began to change the topic to other aspects, and Dill saw his relaxed look and subconsciously began to convey some information to the Gaels, such as the rumors about Leo in the city, but it was a pity that Dom was completely drunk.
Munnar just said that the Greeks deserved it.
Domhnall disliked the Greeks even more. These guys were so arrogant that they always looked at people through their nostrils. They were not lovable at all.
Dill could only sigh slightly when he saw this. It seemed that he could only say anything else until he sobered up.
At this time, Domhnall began to sing a poem again, and said that this poem was composed by him during his trip to the countryside. His words slowly became filled with pride, and he also said that this poem had persuaded many pagans to convert.
"Will you feel sad?
The sunshine in July is slightly cold,
Dew soaks the nameless soil ridge,
You know they are the tears of the deceased!
A white butterfly flies feebly,
Can't fly out of the mist,
Like a nightmare that I can’t wake up from,
The soul turned into a butterfly and could not return.
'Tell me your sorrow quickly!'
I waved to the butterfly,
'Be a good person and don't be like McKinnon!'
In an instant I woke up from my dream,
There is no one on the field bank after the rain,
Except for McKinnon on the gallows."
Listening to the poem, Dill could only shrug his shoulders, and then drank the wine in his hand.