On the morning of the third day, the sun was surprisingly bright, and it even made people feel like they were stepping into spring.

Renard walked to the tavern under the leadership of Clifford, and according to the other party's wishes, he could only go on the road after drinking the Zhuangxing wine, of course, these words were selectively ignored by him.

Walking on the road, all the pedestrians around were smiling with joy on their faces, and the children were chasing each other and playing, as if the whole city was filled with happiness.

Renard was a little puzzled and asked Cliffor curiously, "What day is it?"

Coliver replied as a matter of course: "O harvest festival, a festival peculiar to the city of plenty, is a day to pray to the god of plenty for a good harvest in the coming year. ”

Renard nodded thoughtfully: "No wonder people are so happy." ”

"A good harvest means abundant food, hope, and most importantly, a great celebration and free food and wine on the day of the harvest festival, and no matter what worries are washed away," Cliffor said with a smile. ”

The two came to the tavern, where business was booming, more than a dozen tables were full of guests, and the chatter was endless, the tavern was very busy, and Fat Henry counted the money until his hands cramped.

As soon as Renard entered, he heard a drunkard talking to his companion: "There's a circus from the city of Ignaz, and there are many domesticated beasts, even monsters like the Shadow Tiger. ”

The drunkard's words caused a burst of exclamations from the people around him, and then he lowered his voice playfully and said, "Of course, there are many beautiful actresses. ”

Although he deliberately kept his voice low, it still made many people around him hear it clearly, so everyone showed a tacit smile.

Later, someone added: "It is said that there is a magician in that circus who performs a lot of strange magic. ”

"Magician?" the tavern erupted again, and someone asked in surprise, "Is it really a magician?"

The answer must have been very disappointing, and an old drunkard quipped, "You want the venerable magician to perform on stage?"

Hearing this, the entire tavern drunkard burst into laughter.

The City of Plenty hadn't been to the circus for many years, because the backwoods didn't make much money, and most people would stay away from it if they encountered difficult ruffians.

Then the conversation shifted to the circus actresses, and a certain lecherous drunkard muttered, "I don't know if there are any young and beautiful girls, and what the price is, if only I could marry home and be a mother-in-law." ”

"Then don't you think about it. Everyone began to quip: "I'm afraid you can't even afford to play, maybe you can ask for half a year's hard-earned money overnight." ”

Hearing this, many shy drunkards immediately shrank up.

Renard followed Cliver to the bar, and Fat Henry brought up two glasses of vodka and motioned, "I'll invite you." ”

Maybe Fat Henry hasn't been so generous for a long time, and today's anomaly immediately attracted the attention of the people around him.

Someone who knew the beginning and end of the duel began to make a big noise: "You know, that's robbing the little white face of His Excellency Senior's fiancée." ”

Reynard was suddenly covered in black lines, and he wanted to rush over and slap the man twice.

Soon, people's words revolved around the duel, which eventually fell back to the gamble.

Renard pays four to four, and Senior's four to one are simply two extremes, and this is completely Fat Henry's handiwork.

Although only a few people know the identity and strength of the two, under the propaganda of well-intentioned people, almost all gamblers tacitly said: "I will press two silver coins to win Your Excellency Senior." ”

Even some cash-strapped farmers joined the gamble with the few dozen copper plates they had, and in their words, it was a surefire deal.

Renard felt bored after not being in the tavern for long, and he patted Cliffor on the shoulder, motioning for himself to go out and get some air, then put down his glass and turned to leave.

He walked out of the tavern through the crowd and aimlessly along the cobblestone streets.

Turn the corner and you'll see a few fancy caravans approaching slowly, and groups of children chasing and frolicking after them, that is, the traveling circus.

Renard knew that most of the circus were poor people, who performed tricks and sang and danced to amuse the crowd and get a small amount of money.

It is very common for the girls in the circus to sell their bodies, because the weak low-level workers can only face the fate of exploitation.

Not to mention the circus, even some female mercenaries who are not strong often sell their bodies, and they must earn enough pension money before they are old and decrepit, otherwise they will have a hard time in the future.

The circus caravan passed by Renard, and when he glanced in, he saw many men and women sitting in it, the thin tarpaulin as if it were an impenetrable barrier, cutting off all joy.

Then came the second, the third, and the fourth, each of which was lifeless, except for the occasional laughter in the splendid caravan at the end, only forced laughter, of course.

Several scantily clad young women sat around the fat middle-aged man, and the other had a smile on his face, presumably the owner of the circus.

Renard ignored these poor people, because he was not a god who saved the suffering, and he could not even control his own destiny now.

The story of the duel spread hundreds, hundreds, and thousands, and soon caused a sensation in the entire city of plenty, after all, most people had never seen what it was like for the nobles and lords to fight with swords.

Renard suddenly reacted that the reason why Seniors chose to duel today was to embarrass himself in front of all the inhabitants of the City of Plenty.

He sneered, but he was a guy who had been hollowed out by wine, and he didn't know who it was in the end.

Renard had apparently forgotten that his own body had been the same before.

Time passed quickly, and by the time he was about to go back to the tavern, the midday bell had already struck.

Renard sighed deeply, and in order not to make the other party think that he was about to retreat, he gave up his plan to go back to the tavern to make peace with Cleaver, and walked with the flow of people to the square in the center of the city.

The people around were all in a hurry, their faces were full of joy, and they urged each other: "Hurry up, hurry up, otherwise you won't be able to grab the barbecue and ale." ”

Of course, there are many people who go to the duel, and these people are all well-dressed rich people: "Hurry up, the duel between Lord Seniors and the hillbilly is about to begin." ”

Those people didn't know that the hillbilly they were talking about was actually beside them, and when many people passed by, they just glanced at this unhurried alien who was walking slowly.