In a small tavern.

Bai Ze showed a hesitant expression, and hesitated for a long time before politely rejecting the long beard:

"Although thank you very much for your advice and invitation, however...... I had an appointment in advance, but I decided to go to the reserve team first-"

Bai Ze's cramped face turned red, he stood up, and bowed to his long beard: "I'm really sorry." ”

The bearded man sighed, took out a small piece of paper from the pocket of his jacket, handed it to Bai Ze, and said, "Since you have decided to go according to your family's ideas, then, remember——"

His gaze became burning again: "Don't forget your dreams!"

"This is my business card, if you want to be like me in the future...... Great musicians, bards, come to me!"

The beard's eyes became slightly moist, and in the course of his life, he had met many young people who had given up their musical dreams for life or for the sake of their family and elders.

The boy in front of him must be the same!

"If you're going to join the reserves, I've heard it's two o'clock this afternoon on Fairman Street, well...... (He pulls out a pocket watch and looks at it) An hour later, there was an assessment. The long beard patted Bai Ze on the shoulder: "Remember, a musician, even a bard, is by no means a lowly profession!"

The young man's face in front of him seemed to be a little redder, and the bearded Mr. Horner looked at him and thanked him, and then walked out of the door, exclaiming, "What a simple boy!"

He dug out his money bag and counted the morning's income over and over again, a satisfied smile on his face, and he once again remembered the bright smile on Bai Ze's face when he first saw him.

"What a good boy!" he sighed again, and hung the purse around his waist.

Then he saw the good lad come back again, with an embarrassed smile on his face—

"I'm sorry, Mr. Horner...... I don't seem to recognize the ......."

——

This is Celtic City.

The most prosperous commercial kingdom completely autonomous by humans, although it is called the Celtic city-state, but there is no king, no temple power above the royal power, only the merchant alliance and the Celtic council.

Bai Ze successfully got a lot of information from Horner as a "dirt bun who has lived in the countryside since he was a child", mixed with a lot of bits and pieces.

"Sir, is it true that the bard is admired everywhere he goes, as you say?"

At a small table, Bai Ze chewed on a steak that wasn't delicious, and asked with a wistful look.

The long-bearded man, who had been talking loudly, froze his face, put down the steak, and said somewhat unnaturally, "That's natural." ”

Seeing Bai Ze's expression that seemed to be a little surprised, he immediately added: "It's just that there are very few truly excellent bards nowadays, very few, very few. ”

"Like Liszt, the great poet of the Celtic state-" The long beard's eyes showed a bit of nostalgia: "At that time, ......"

Bai Ze stopped chewing and looked at Horner, but Horner suddenly shook his head and sighed: "Don't say it." ”

Bai Ze didn't ask very interestingly.

The long beard shook his wine glass, swallowed a sip of sour ale, his face flushed red, and said to Bai Ze: "Speaking of which, what is the name of the bard who taught you......?" I may know. ”

Bai Ze shook his head: "I don't know the uncle's name, I only know ...... He likes to drink fruit wine the most. ”

"Haha, 9 out of 10 bards like to drink, and one has 'no alcohol disorder'!" the bearded man laughed and put down the plate, which was already clean and empty.

Bai Ze also sped up his chewing and ate the remaining mashed potatoes in a few bites.

The long beard snapped his fingers, and the young man next to him quickly ran over.

"Little Joseph, today's steak is a little hard!"

"Mr. Horner, this is probably the first time you've ordered a steak. The young man smiled and said, "Remove the odds, and benefit two silver nars." ”

The bearded man blushed, but no one could see it in the gloomy tavern, and he picked up the small money bag at his waist and counted dozens of coppers from it.

"Oh Uncle Horner, if it's copper, it's not this price, and it's 94 copper lois. ”

"Why is it 94? Obviously yesterday announced that this week's ratio is 42!" the bearded man's tone changed instantly.

"Hey uncle, no one would really exchange Nar for copper at the rate of 42, just like Cordi didn't announce the exchange rate for Nar at all. The young man paralyzed his hands and said:

"And, Mr. Horner, the great resident singer of our tavern, your arrears of seven hundred copper are due. ”

The long beard's face could be seen clearly by anyone, and he counted out a few more coppers, and then walked out of the tavern with Bai Ze.

"Listen to me, brother, this world is like this, you have money, others treat you as an uncle, if you don't have money, hey!" The long beard put his arm around Bai Ze's shoulder: "Then it's nothing!"

"Don't take that cousin's agreement seriously, join me and promise to make a lot of money!

Bai Ze showed an embarrassed expression: "I'll try it anyway." ”

Horner looked at him for a long time and sighed: "Remember, come to me whenever you have an idea, I am in the old place every morning, and in the afternoon and evening at the tavern just now. ”

"Finally, good luck. ”

——

Fairman Street.

In front of a huge venue, a lady in front of a window handed out a small sign, her pure black outfit with a special medieval style.

"Once inside, please go to the right, there will be signs to guide you, and finally, good luck. ”

"Thank you very much for your help. ”

The young man in front of him took the number plate, bowed his head slightly, bypassed the window, and walked towards the door.

In front of the door stood two stout guards with a long sword pinned to their waists.

Number plate, 31.

After the inspection, the young man walked through the gate without any problems.

Sure enough, I saw a sign to the right, which read, "Recruit people to enter here".

The young man smiled and reached out to brush the long curly hair in front of his forehead.

He is Bai Ze.

Thanks to the generosity of Mr. Horner the Bearded, he was given three hundred coppers to tie his outfit, even if it was thanks to the two scores he had sent—

A clean outfit was essential, followed by the short stubble at the corners of his mouth and under his chin, and the parted curls at this end.

Bai Ze took out the "letter of recommendation" from his pocket, pursed his lips disdainfully, and crumpled his hands together.

This recruitment is open to everyone, and it can be seen that his cheap cousin really cheated his "father" of fifty coppers.

As for the letter...... Hehe.

Bai Ze straightened his clothes, walked to the sign, and pushed open the simple wooden door.

As the door opened, a huge clearing was in front of you.

Groups of young men ran in circles with their shirtless bodies, and on the Qinggangyan playground in the middle, a group of people were also dancing with swords and fighting each other.

This is - the training ground?