In the next few days, several people continued to play in the small town, but still found nothing.
And they got a local guide.
"I''m a poet from a distant country. I want to write a story to commemorate this trip. Is there any legend in this small town?"
On a low hillside, said Ellen to his guide, while Marguerite and Alice sat on the other side, fiddling with the ingredients for the picnic.
They were all prepared bread, meat rolls, and two light beers, and the guard stood in the back not far away.
The guide was dressed in a simple grey single coat, with rolled up cuffs and a wooden staff used to poke weeds away in his rough palm. Although he was poorly dressed and white after washing, he was clean, which was why several people were willing to hire him.
He thought for a moment and replied, "Sir Edward, I didn''t think you asked me that. I grew up in this small town, but I don''t seem to have heard any local stories. Even if there is one, it''s a common story about lovers'' separation and reunion. It''s not uncommon. "
"So." Edward sighed, as if disappointed.
"Is there anything new in the town recently? It seems very peaceful here. "
"Something new, let me see. Several chambers of Commerce have come to the beer festival these days. It is said that some of them are from clancia."
"Oh, go on."
"Ah, it''s like this..." he also began to describe what he had seen and heard at that time, but several people nearby heard that there was nothing worthy of attention.
"Anything else?" Edward popped a silver coin out of his fingertip and fell into the guide''s hand.
It can be seen that the noble master was a little tired of the news of the caravan. The guide thought about it and said which family had made a fortune, which family had a quarrel, and which family''s children had a promising future.
Unfortunately, these people were not interested. Gradually, they felt that they couldn''t find out anything, so they began to have a picnic. The guide and the guard also shared two loaves and ate them.
"Delicious, Alice." Marguerite put a piece of cake into the girl''s hand and watched her nibble.
"Delicious, thank you, sister."
"In fact, you can call sister-in-law, so your sister Margaret will be more happy, ha ha." Edward said jokingly.
"Well, my elder brother, don''t tease me." So Alice replied, kneeling on the white cloth and eating her bread.
"Honey, I always like Alice very much. It''s a happy thing to have such a lovely sister." Marguerite leaned over Edward''s shoulder and made sweet talk between the newlyweds.
After visiting the mountains and fields behind the town, they returned to their hotel in the evening.
Three people into the room to rest, but black cattle down the stairs, at the moment he did not take a sword, looking better than during the day to get along with a lot.
The first floor is a place for everyone to eat and drink. Because these days are festivals, it''s quite busy at night.
"Bartender, do you have any large spirits? Give me three." Stride sitting in front of the bar, black bull began to shout, its voice is very big, almost can hear on the first floor.
"Here you are. Just a moment."
The bartender answered, cleared the account of the guest in front of him, and then walked quickly. He took out three large cups from under the table, then picked them up in turn, put them under the barrel, turned on the tap, and the clear sound of liquid flow sounded in the glass.
In the full wine glass, the foam spilled out, wet a few tabletop, and a burst of wheat flavour also dispersed, making the aroma of the first floor more rich.
Gulu Gulu——
After three cups of drinking, Heiniu breathed a big breath and looked so refreshing that others around him were eager to have a drink.
"It''s comfortable at last. I don''t have any taste when I drink those light things every day. Bartender, another plate of meat. If you want meat, you need plenty, you know“
"Yes, just a moment. I''ll go to the back kitchen to talk about it. In addition..." he compared a well-known gesture.
"Yes." A few jingling gold and silver coins fell on the old wooden table.
"All right
As soon as the bartender saw it, he quickly walked to the kitchen, and many guests on the first floor turned their eyes, showing envy, greed and jealousy.
"You, come here." Black bull pointed to a man beside him. This man seems to be a minstrel. Before the black ox came, he told common and vulgar stories. He still held a rudimentary lute in his hand, and sometimes played out of tune.
"Sing something nice." Black bull threw a silver coin.
The poor poet stretched out his hands and caught the sudden fall of windfall in a panic. It was a little unbelievable, but he soon responded.
He was sitting in danger, as if he had become a very professional person.
"What do you want to hear?"
"Tut, do I have to think about it? If you sing it directly, I''ll say if it''s not good." Black bull turned around, one by one rough hand on the bar, looking at the man said.
"All right The poor bard plucked the strings and began to sing.
"When I see the violet die, when I see the beautiful face..." his voice is exaggerated and full of emotion, just like a duck with high head.
"Another one." The heartless interruption came from one side, and the black bull knocked on the table with his fingers.
It was as if the duck''s neck was held by a strong wrist, and the Bard''s voice stopped suddenly.
After a few seconds of silence, he played another tune.
"In the wilderness under the sky, a young man riding a white horse gallops like the wind. He is the eagle among birds and the lion among beasts..."
"Change!"
People are tired of hearing the legend of wind and moon. Who doesn''t know the story of Roland, the king of white horse.
"When the 400000 sacred guns stand on the top of the mountain and dive down, the dense sound of horses'' hooves is like“
"Change!"
The story in the book of candlelight is more suitable to be told in church.
"The girl''s voice on the silver bell is like the dew of the morning."
"Change!"
After being called off many times in a row, the poet blushed, and there was a roar of laughter around him. Everyone watched this guy make jokes.
"What style does this adult want to hear?" He watched the strong guest carefully.
"Don''t do anything tall. I want to hear something grounded." So said black bull.
"Well, let me see."
After pondering for a while, the poet began to play the piano again.
"For fear that the widow''s eyes would be wet, I got up and came to her
At this time, no one interrupted at last, and the guests in the hotel also listened with relish. The story is not complicated. It tells the story of a beautiful widow having an affair with a strong hunter, which is also mixed with obscure eroticism.
"Well, that''s a good story."
"I didn''t expect that this guy would do it. I didn''t see her say it before."
"That''s what it is. That''s what it''s like. Let''s talk about what we have here." The speaker showed a funny smile that we all know, and there was also a tacit bad smile around.
"I''m not sleepy when I say this. I heard that..." a group of people started to talk about love affairs in small town.
Most of them are no more than who so and so secretly got involved with, and so and so and so and so and so on, and there is no particularly eye-catching things, until——
"I haven''t seen that pretty girl Gina recently. She''s very attractive."
"Don''t think about it. I''ve heard that she''s been dating Reverend Matthew."
"Pastor Matthew is only in his early 20s. I remember he was an ordinary monk the year before last."
"Yes, but I passed the examination of holy land last year and got the official badge."
"It''s very promising. Do you want to please me? I think the old priest Reese is retiring soon."
"Please what, isn''t it just a little priest? We have plenty in the holy land. "
"But I haven''t seen Reverend Matthew in recent weeks."
"It''s been a few days. So is Gina. It''s hard..."
"It''s hard to elope. Ha ha ha ha."
"Ha ha ha, how can it be? I think I went back to my hometown to get married."
A few people laughed, while the black cow eating the steak on the plate, also showed a smile.