king of ros

"This is where the great battle took place. You don't know. Many people died here that day. I was a poet in the Southern Army at that time, and I was able to witness the battle with my own eyes. Hey, there are thousands of troops. Charge up, it's a pity that you juniors didn't see it."

A Baixi entertainer in a fur jacket with his hair loose behind his head told the story of the year in a tone of emotion. Judging from his tone, it seemed that he was the hero of the Battle of Buda.

"You are in the Southern Army? Then why are you doing nothing?"

A voice sounded in the crowd, and then many voices followed suit, asking about his experiences back then.

"Ha, then you don't know, let me tell you. When the Confederate Army collapsed, I was surrounded by those defeated soldiers and almost died, but a regiment of Union cavalry swept them and they were all dead. I But miraculously nothing happened, this must be God’s blessing on me, and I saw Lord Rostislav at that time, and that adult must have seen me, so those northern troops did not do anything to me, Rostislav Adults always judge people, she must be the one who gave the order."

The Baixi entertainer stroked his beard proudly, his face was full of pride, but someone demolished his stage in the next second.

"Shut up, Petrov, you must be pure luck, don't talk so much!"

"Yeah, yeah! Stop talking!"

"Shh, don't make trouble with old things."

There was booing after these words. There is no authority and order in the group of Baixi performers, and that Petrov just relied on his seniority to let everyone listen to him here, but And that's all.

This old man with the same name as the Grand Duke Ross has always been known for his generous spending. Everyone is guessing who he is. Some people think he is a rich and strange old man, some people think he is an idle nobleman, Others believe he was an investigator for the Grand Duke's government.

Rostislav sat down next to Petrov, and then finished the kvass in the water bag.

Hearing people's speculations about the Holy City, Petrov felt that they were all country bumpkins. As an entertainer who had been active in all parts of Ross for a long time, he knew much more about news from far away than these people.

"Yes, it's me, Petrov."

Rostislav Vladimirovich Rurik looked like a farmer in the woods, wrapped in an old fur suit and a fur hat, but this group of entertainers knew , the man who traveled with them from Kyiv was a rich man.

Hearing the news that the second-hand, third-hand or even more hands were passed on by those people, Petrov had a strong sense of superiority, but he restrained his emotions in the next second. As an entertainer who relies on the audience for his food, he cannot These emotions are all too obvious.

"Would you like a drink, friend?"

"Ha, it's high-quality Kvass, my friend, you've been very nice to old Petrov. Huh? Isn't this Rostislav? It's you, us poor rich."

"Okay, okay, then follow me, the premise is okay, I must only control my own food."

It is said that fifty Confederate aristocrats were hanged on this tree, so it was stained with some horror, but this did not affect people gathering here.

After a while, the crowd who had had enough trouble gradually dispersed, leaving only Petrov who was being laughed at. Seeing this, Petrov could only shake his head silently, and then found a tree and sat down.

There are not only this group of performers practicing their skills, but also businessmen who are exchanging news on the road, farmers who plan to sell the products produced at home to towns, and citizens who visit relatives far away.

Suddenly, a voice sounded, and then a water sac appeared in front of Petrov. The old artist was not polite, picked it up and poured it into his mouth.

In short, no one thought of his true identity. After all, Grand Duke Ross is a word that is too far away from low-level performers like them.

"Our team is about to disband, and I want to find someone to go with me." Rostislav went straight up, "As long as you don't leave Ross, you can go anywhere, and I will follow you."

Petrov also knew that if he said this, he would definitely not be able to talk to the rich man in front of him, but he still had to say what he had to say.

Petrov was a little surprised, why did the big boss follow him.

The place where everyone is now has an extremely huge ancient tree. It is because of the existence of this tree that it has become a place where travelers gather.

"You remind me of an acquaintance of mine, it's that simple... As for the robbery." Rostislav flicked the dagger at his waist, "I used to walk alone in Ross for a long time, if I didn't have the strength, I would have I died in the wilderness of Rose, and there were people in this team who wanted to rob me before, but they all died."

Petrov dug out his wallet, calculated how much money he had left, and when he should perform. As an artist who is good at performing and singing, he already has a rough share of the income from each performance.

"Why do you, big boss, follow me? I'm just an old artist who dawdles around every day. There are a lot of young people who are better than me in terms of skills, and you are not afraid that I will rob you?"

Recalling the experience during this period, Rostislav was filled with emotion. Although he said that he had been wandering for a few years, he felt that the inspiration he had gained in the past few years was many times stronger than when he was in Kyiv before.

The most talked about topic now is the Crusades in the Holy City of the South. Although Ross is only a religious border area of ​​the Christian world, this does not affect people's discussion of the rumored rich place and yearning for it.

"Of course, of course."

Under the rule of Rostislav, the roads in this land have become safer, and new roads are still being built. The safe roads have also increased the flow of people, and more and more people can leave their hometowns to travel. far away.

And he kind of likes the feeling of wandering around in this city, which is much more free than in Kyiv. In those small towns and villages that are not mentioned much in the reports of Kyiv, he saw The truest background color of the Ross land.

Especially during the time when he was performing in villages and towns with a hundred opera performers, watching those different people and things, watching those various events, he was completely immersed in it.

He doesn't want to go back to Kyiv at all now, he just wants to continue wandering around Ross. Anyway, his son is doing very well. As long as the matter about Georgia is over, he can completely lose his job and be free at that time .

"Hey, why are you suddenly giggling here, old man?"

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