She Is Not a Witch

In the next few days, a few people continued to play in this small town, but they still found nothing.

　　 And they also found a local guide.

　　 "I am a poet from a far country. I want to write a story to commemorate this trip. Is there any legend in this small town?"

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

　　 are all prepared bread, meat rolls, etc., and two bottles of light beer, and the guard is standing not far behind.

　　 The guide was dressed in a plain gray single, with his cuffs rolled up, and in his rough palm he held a wooden staff used to poke weeds away. Although he was dressed in simple clothes and washed white, he was still clean. This is also the reason why several people are willing to hire him.

He thought for a while, and replied, "Master Edward, I didn’t think of what you asked. I grew up in this small town, but I don’t seem to have heard of any local legends. Even if there is one, it’s a common lover. The story of Clutch is not uncommon."

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

　　 "So what's new in the town recently? It seems to be calm here."

　　 "What's new, let me think about it. Several chambers of commerce have come to the Oktoberfest in the past few days. It is said that some of them came from Crancia."

　　 "Oh, keep talking."

　　 "Ah, it's like this..." I also began to describe what I saw at the time, but when a few people heard it, there was nothing worth paying attention to.

　　 "Anything else?" Edward popped a silver coin out of his fingertips and dropped it into the palm of the wizard's hand.

　　 I could see that the noble master was a little tired of caravan news. The guide thought for a while and talked about which family has made a fortune recently, which family has quarreled, which family's children are suddenly promising, and so on.

　　 It's a pity that these people are not interested. Gradually everyone feels that they can't ask anything, so they start a picnic. The guide and the guard on the side also get two breads and stand aside to eat.

　　 "Is it delicious, Alice." Margaret put a snack into the girl's hand and watched her take small bites.

　　 "It's delicious, thank you sister."

　　 "In fact, you can call sister-in-law, so that your sister Margaret will be more happy, haha." Edward said jokingly.

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

　　 "My dear, I have always liked Alice. It is so happy to have such a lovely sister." Margaret leaned on Edward's shoulder and said sweet words between the newlyweds.

　　 A few people went back to their hotel in the evening after touring the mountains and fields behind the town.

　　 After the three of them entered the house to rest, Hei Niu walked down the stairs. At this moment, he didn't hold a sword, and he seemed to get along much better than during the day.

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

　　 "Bartender, do you have a large glass of spirits, please give me three glasses." Sitting in front of the bar strode, the black cow began to shout, his voice was so loud that he could almost hear him on the first floor.

　　 "Here, wait a moment."

The bartender replied and settled the accounts of the guests in front of him, and then walked quickly. He took out three large glasses from under the table, then picked them up one by one, put them under the wine barrel on the side, turned on the tap, clear liquid The sound of flowing sounded in the wine glass.

　　 In the full wine glass, the foam overflowed, and the table top was wetted a little, and a burst of wheat fragrance drifted away, making the wine on the first floor more aromatic.

　　 Gulu Gulu—

　　 After three cups, the black cow sighed and looked so refreshing, so that other people around were eager to try it, wanting a glass of spirits.

　　 "It's finally refreshing. Drinking those light things every day doesn't taste at all. Bartender, let's have another big plate of meat. If you want meat, you need plenty of meat, you know?"

　　 "I know, wait a moment, I'll go to the back kitchen and talk about it, besides..." He compared a well-known gesture.

　　 "Some are." A few tinkling gold and silver coins fell on the old wooden table.

　　 "Good Le."

　　 The bartender took a look and quickly walked towards the back kitchen, and many of the guests on the first floor also turned their gazes, with expressions of envy, greed, and jealousy in their eyes.

　　 "You, come here." Hei Niu casually pointed at the person next to him. This man seemed to be a bard who was telling common vulgar stories before the black cow came. He was still holding a rudimentary lute in his hand, and he made out-of-tune from time to time.

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

　　 The poor poet stretched out his hands and hurriedly caught the sudden fall of windfall. It was a bit unbelievable, but he also reacted quickly.

　　 He is sitting in a jerk, as if he has turned into a very professional person at this moment.

　　 "What do you want to hear?"

　　 "Hey, do I have to think about it? You can sing it directly, and I will say it if you don't have much energy." The black cow turned around and put his thick hands on the bar, looking at the man and said.

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

　　 "When I saw the violet fragrance disappearing, when I saw the beautiful face..." His tone was exaggerated and emotional, like a drake with his head high.

　　 "Change another." A ruthless interruption came from the side, and the black cow knocked on the table with his fingers bored.

　　 As if the duck's neck was strangled by a powerful wrist, the bard's voice stopped abruptly.

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

　　 "In the wilderness under the sky, a young man is riding a white horse galloping like the wind. He is the eagle among ten thousand birds and the lion among ten thousand beasts..."

　　 "Change!"

　　Fengyue Legend everyone is tired of hearing it. Who doesn't know the story of Roland, the king of the white horse.

　　 "When the four hundred thousand sacred guns stood on the top of the mountain and swooped down, the sound of dense horseshoes was like..."

　　 "Change!"

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

　　 "The girl with her feet on the silver bell, her voice is like the dew of the morning..."

　　 "Change!"

After 　　 was stopped many times in a row, the poet blushed, and there was a burst of ridicule around him, and everyone watched this guy making jokes.

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

　　 "Don't be tall, I want to be 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.

　　 "Because I was afraid that the widow’s eyes would be wet, I got up and came to her side..."

　　 At this time, no one interrupted finally, and the guests in the hotel also sounded with relish. The story is not complicated, it is about the story of a beautiful widow and a strong hunter affair, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is also mixed with obscure eroticism, which makes people think about it.

　　 "Okay, this story is good."

　　 "I didn't expect this guy to do this again, why didn't I see her say it before."

　　 "That's right, it's just that good, let's say we have any survivors here." The speaker gave a weird smile that everyone knew, and there was a haunting smirk around him.

　　 "I'm not sleepy when I say this, I heard..." A group of people started talking about love affairs in the small town.

　　Most of them are nothing more than XX secretly getting together with someone, XX cuckold again, etc. There is nothing particularly eye-catching, until—

　　 "I haven't seen Jin Na's pretty girl recently. Her posture is really attractive."

　　 "Don't think about it, I heard that she has gotten better with Pastor Matthew."

　　 "Pastor Matthew is only in his early 20s, I remember he was an ordinary monk the year before."

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

　　 "It's very promising. If you want to please me, I think the old pastor Reese is about to retire."

　　 "Please, isn't it just a little pastor? We have some in the sanctuary."

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

　　 "Some days are gone, so is Jinna, is it possible..."

　　 "Is it possible to run away, hahahaha."

　　 "Hahahaha, how could it be possible? I think I went back to my hometown and got married."

　　 Several people laughed, and the black cow on the side also showed a slight smile while eating the steak on the plate.