Farming Lord of Crossing

Chapter 168 167. The Story ([-])

The crowd surrounded the troubadour Tony and walked into the tavern. The bald-headed Lu Bu had a good temper, and he didn't stop them from the door at all because most of them couldn't afford a glass of the worst fruit wine. Everyone poured in. Layers surrounded Tony, and his eyes were more curiously staring at the weirdly shaped harp.

The tall and plump proprietress put a big plate of yellow bread (bread made of cornmeal as the main material), a large bowl of fragrant meat porridge, and a large glass of cloudy fruit wine with a self-confident gentle and sweet smile on Tony's table. Go up, and then gave a nondescript maid salute that I don't know where it came from, and said: "Use it lightly!"

Tony took off the top hat with the hole on his head and put it on his chest, with a warm smile on his face, he bowed his head slightly in return: "Thank you, generous and beautiful lady."

A rare blush appeared on the face of the sturdy proprietress who could shock the entire tavern, and then quickly pushed away the crowd and disappeared.

Tony smiled and broke off a piece of delicious yellow bread and stuffed it into the hands of the little guy who had already swallowed his saliva in his arms, and then quickly swallowed the food.

The troubadour's slender and neat fingers waved quickly, destroying food as fast as a tramp who hadn't eaten in months, but his movements looked so graceful to the surrounding citizens.

"Burch" Tony poured the last sip of fruit wine into his mouth, hiccupped comfortably, looked at the people around him who were staring at him with a smile and said, "Well, I'm full. Let's start the performance!"

He gently picked up the harp at hand, lightly plucked the strings to make a crisp sound, and the melodious and flexible tune began to echo in the tavern. It should have been the busiest and noisiest tavern at this time. The ground is on the ground, and the mouth dare not make a sound. In the tavern, there is only the sound of the jingle, which makes the merchants, farmers, guards, and adventurers prick up their ears to listen to the most beautiful sound in the world.

After a song, people slowly recovered from the lingering sound. With a fascinated smile on his face, the merchant stepped forward and said with a smile: "This is the most beautiful piece of music I have ever heard recently. You deserve it." " Said the peddler and put a shiny and silver inscription in front of the troubadour, and everyone was shocked to see that it was a silver inscription.

People who had seen the world a little knew that this was a routine reward after the troubadour performed, so they stepped forward and put a few copper coins in front of Tony, and Tony smiled and nodded to everyone.

However, those citizens who had never traveled far, had never seen this kind of scene, and had little money, suddenly felt a little at a loss. They didn't know that they had to pay for the music.Honest and honest, they stood there with blushing faces, looking at the troubadour with embarrassment, opening their mouths to say sorry but couldn't.

The empathetic Tony comforted him and said, "You don't have to worry about it, the rewards from these generous listeners are already generous enough. Besides, anyone can listen to the troubadour play music and tell stories, as for whether he wants to or not." It's up to you to reward a few shiny coins, and no one can force you to pay. Really, no one."

"Thank you, thank you!" The honest and honest leader bent over and said thank you, and took the initiative to back away and prepare to go to a far corner, giving up a better position to those rich people.

Seeing the performance of several people, Tony smiled and said: "Of course, if you are really sorry, you can also tell me the legendary stories of your lords. I am going to collect materials to write some legendary stories for your legendary lords."

"Oh, you mean that our lord will be the protagonist of those legends in your stories?" A citizen stepped forward and asked excitedly.

"Yes." Tony reached out to take the fruit wine handed over by the proprietress who didn't know when she quietly appeared, took a sip and said, "But we have to see if the materials you provide are exciting enough, and your lord Isn’t the experience of adults legendary enough?”

"Hey, you're wrong about that. You can't finish talking about the legendary story of our lord for three days and three nights." An old man said with a smile. As a native of Stan Town, he has been Watching the lord grow up.

Tony picked up the inscribed silver coin on the table and flicked it lightly with his fingers. The silver coin fell across a shiny silver line and landed precisely in the deep groove of the proprietress. Bring some food over here, and the rest will be used as accommodation expenses for these few days."

The face of the always pungent and tough proprietress suddenly turned red, and she said in a weird tone: "Okay, sir, please wait a moment!" The bald Lu Bu waved his fist and stared viciously at Tony, who hurriedly raised his hand in surrender This situation caused everyone in the tavern to boo and erupt.

Lu Bu personally stepped forward and put two full glasses of fruit wine heavily in front of Tony, then stared at Tony with warning eyes and surrendered again before turning around with a cold snort and starting to work.

At this time, people who knew that the troubadour was not going to continue playing the tune began to find seats, order food and wine, and prepared to listen to the legendary story of the baron.

Tony smiled and pulled the old man over to sit next to him, then pushed a glass of fruit wine in front of the old man and said with a smile: "I will stay here until all the legendary stories of your lords are written and sung. .

So, you speak slowly, and I listen slowly and record slowly. "

The old man was originally a little cramped and nervous being pulled by the troubadour, but when he saw the fruit wine and smelled the fragrance of the fruit wine, a smile appeared on the old man's face: "Okay, okay, let's talk slowly, talk slowly."

Speaking of which, the old man quickly picked up the fruit wine and took a big sip, moaned comfortably, and was about to speak, but he was embarrassed to find that he didn't know where to start.

Tony smiled understandingly and said, "Old man, please tell me the story of the lord destroying the kobold tribe and avenging the villagers!"

The old man nodded with a flash of reminiscence in his eyes, and then said in a rather sad tone: "To tell this story, we have to start from a winter nine years ago.

Back then, the lord was only a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, and Stan Town was only a small village of three to four hundred people.At that time, the head of Stan Village was still the father of the lord.

It was that winter that a tribe of kobolds suddenly attacked Stan Village~~"

The old farmer who has been farming all his life naturally cannot tell any legendary stories with intense scenes, magnificent momentum, and ups and downs, but under Tony's constant questioning and guidance, and with the additions from the audience around him, he still tells the story of Ross alone in complete and detailed detail. The story of killing the kobold tribe with the sword and avenging the tragic death of the villagers in Stan Village.

This is naturally the means of scholars Willie and Blue.

While the scholars were still racking their brains to write the legendary story of the lord, Bruce had already hired troubadours from Wellington City through the Wilson firm, and directly hired a dozen down-and-out trolls at the price of 1 gold coin per person per month. Sing poets.

After the troubadours followed the carriage of Wilson's caravan to Stanland, Bruce gave them the stories compiled by Willy and the others, and asked them to sing among the villages and towns of Stanland. At the same time, he arranged for several troubadours Go to Pepperland and Trololand respectively to promote the legend of Loth.

Yes, Tony was one of a dozen troubadours hired.However, he did not directly sing the scripts prepared for them like other colleagues, he is a person with ideas.He wants to see with his own eyes, hear with his own ears, and then use his own thoughts and hands to write and tell his favorite stories.

Therefore, when others have already started telling the legendary stories of Los in other villages and towns, Tony pulls the locals in the tavern to listen to other people's stories.

(End of this chapter)