In the next few days, several people continued to play in this town, but they 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. Is there any legend in this town?"

On a low hillside, Edren said to the guide beside him, while Margaret and Alice sat on the other side, fiddling with the ingredients for the picnic.

They were all prepared in advance, including bread, meat rolls, etc., and two light bottles of beer, and the guards stood behind not far away.

The guide was wearing a simple gray single dress with rolled cuffs and holding a wooden stick to pull away weeds in his rough palm. Although he was dressed in a simple manner and was washed white, he was still clean, which was why several people were willing to hire him.

He thought for a while and replied, "Mr. Edward, I was a little surprised that you asked. I grew up in this small town, but I didn't seem to have heard of any local stories. Even if there are common stories about lovers, it is not uncommon."

"That's it." Edward sighed, seemingly disappointed.

"So what's new in the town lately? It seems to look very calm."

"New things, I think about it. Several chambers of commerce have come to the Oktoberfest these days, and it is said that some of them are from Clancia."

"Oh, keep talking."

"Ah, that's it..." He also began to describe his experiences at that time, but when the few people around him heard it, there was nothing worth paying attention to.

"Is there any?" Edward popped a silver coin out of his fingertips and fell into the palm of the wizard's hand.

It can be seen that this noble master was a little tired of the news about caravans. The guide thought about it and said which company has made a fortune recently, which company has quarreled, which company has suddenly become a promising child, etc.

Unfortunately, these people were not interested. Gradually, everyone felt that they could not ask anything, so they started a picnic. The guide and the guards on the side also divided two breads and stood by and ate.

"Is it delicious, Alice?" Margaret put a piece of dessert into the girl's hand and watched her eat in small mouthfuls.

"Tasteful, thank you sister."

"Actually, you can call your sister-in-law, so that your sister Margaret will be happier, haha." Edward said jokingly.

"Well, brother, don't tease me." Alice replied, and at this moment she was kneeling on the white cloth and eating the small bread in her hand.

"Dear, I always like Alice. It's a great pleasure to have such a cute sister." Margaret leaned against Edward's shoulder and made sweet words between the newlyweds.

After a few people visited the mountains and fields behind the town, they returned to their hotel at night.

After the three of them went into the house to rest, Hei Niu walked down the stairs. He did not hold a sword at this moment, and it seemed much easier to get along with than during the day.

The first floor is where everyone eats and drinks. Since these days are festivals, it is quite lively at night.

"Barner, do you have a big glass of spirits? Give me three glasses?" Hei Niu began to shout, his voice was very loud, and he could almost hear it on the first floor.

"Here you come, you can wait."

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, picked them up one by one, put them under the wine barrel beside him, opened the faucet, and the clear sound of liquid flowing sounded in the wine glass.

In the full wine glass, foam overflowed, wetting a little tabletop, and a scent of wheat also drifted away, making the wine on the first floor even more intense.

Gulugulu—

After drinking three cups, Hei Niu let out a big sigh. Seeing that he looked extremely refreshed, the others around him were eager to try it out after seeing it, and wanted to have a glass of strong wine.

"I finally felt a little more comfortable. I drank those light things every day without any taste. Bartender, let's have a large plate of meat. If you want meat, you need enough portions, do you know?"

"I know, you can wait a moment, I'll go to the kitchen in the back and talk, and..." He compared a well-known gesture.

"Some are." Several jingling gold and silver coins fell on the old wooden table.

"Haole."

When the bartender saw it, he quickly walked towards the kitchen, and many guests on the first floor also turned their eyes, with envy, greed and jealous expressions in his eyes.

"Come here." Hei Niu pointed to a person next to him. This man seemed to be a minstrel. Before Hei Niu came, he told common and bad stories. He was holding the simple and worn-out Rutch in his hand, and he made a tone of distortion from time to time.

"Sing something nice." The black bull threw a silver coin over.

The poor poet stretched out his hands and panickedly caught the sudden fortune. It was a bit unbelievable, but he quickly realized it.

He sat upright, as if he had transformed himself into an extremely professional person at this moment.

“What do you want to hear?”

"Tsk, do I have to think about this? You sing directly, and I will naturally say it if I don't have the energy." Hei Niu turned around, supported his thick hands on the bar one by one, and said to the man.

"Good." The poor bard plucked the strings and began to sing.

"When I see the violet fading, when I see the beautiful face..." His tone was exaggerated and emotional, like a duck with his head raised.

"Change another." A ruthless interruption came from the side, and Hei Niu knocked on the table with his fingers boredly.

It seemed as if the duck neck was strangled by a powerful wrist, and the bard's voice came to an abrupt end.

After a few seconds of silence, he played another tune again.

"In the wilderness of the world, a young man gallops like the wind on a white horse. He is an eagle among thousands of birds and a lion among thousands of beasts..."

"Change!"

Everyone has been tired of listening to the legend of Fengyue, but who doesn’t know the story of Roland, the King of White Horse.

"When the forty-one holy guns stand on the top of the mountain and swooped down, the dense sound of horse hooves is like..."

"Change!"

The stories in the Book of Candlelight are more suitable for telling in churches.

"The girl with silver bells on her feet has her voice like the dew in the morning light..."

"Change!"

After being called off several times, the poet blushed and there were also a burst of ridicule and laughter from around him. Everyone was watching this guy make jokes.

"What style does this adult want to hear?" He looked carefully at the strong guest.

"Don't make a big deal, I want to listen to something down-to-earth." Hei Niu said.

"Okay, let me think about it."

After pondering for a while, the poet played the piano in his hand again.

"I'm afraid that the widow's eyes would be wet, so I got up and came to her..."

At this time, no one interrupted it, and the guests in the hotel also sounded with relish. The story is not complicated, it tells the story of a beautiful widow and a strong hunter having an affair. It is also mixed with obscure eroticism, which makes people think a lot.

"Okay, this story is good."

"I didn't expect this guy to do this, why didn't I tell her?"

"That's it, that's enough. By the way, what's the matter with us?" The speaker showed a funny smile that everyone knew, and a tacit smirk came around.

"I won't be sleepy when I say this, I heard..." A group of people started talking about the romantic affairs in the town.

Most of them are just someone who secretly got together with, someone cuckolded again, etc., and there is nothing particularly eye-catching until-

"I haven't seen that pretty girl Jinna recently, her figure is really popular."

"Don't think about it anymore. I heard that she had already gotten along with Pastor Maxiu."

"Pastor Ma Xiu is only in his early 20s. I remember he was still an ordinary monk the next year before."

"Yes, but I passed the Sanctuary assessment last year and got the official badge."

"It's very promising. Do you want to please me? I see that the old pastor Rees is about to retire."

"What are you trying to please? Isn't it just a little priest? There are some in our holy land."

"But I haven't seen Pastor Maxiu in recent weeks."

"It's been some days gone, so is Jinna, could it be..."

"Can you elope, hahahaha."

"Hahahaha, how is that possible? I think I'm going back to my hometown to get married."

The few people laughed, and the black cow on the side also smiled a little while eating the meat chops on the plate.
Chapter completed!