Mursi's speech was more emotional than Sanka's, and every pause and every accent was just right.

Accompanied by music, the guests in the Forget Worries Tavern seem to jump from the real world to the world of fiction.

Every battle is shocking, and every dormant is full of anticipation.

Cheer when the tide is over, and gnash your teeth when you fall.

Everyone forgot where they were at the moment, and they forgot the food in front of them, they just stared at Mursi blankly, listening to the story from Mursi's mouth.

It wasn't until one o'clock in the evening that Master Mursi announced that today's story was over and that everyone was going home to rest, and the people reacted.

It turned out that they were still ordinary people.

The tavern closed its doors, and Caroline chased the last few listeners pestering Master Mursi out with a broomstick, and the tavern fell silent.

"Master Morsi, you are indeed the best traditional troubadour master, I have benefited a lot from listening to your story today, and when I sort it out, I believe that my results will be better tomorrow. Sankar was not jealous of Morsi's excellent speech, but was glad to have such a wonderful companion.

There was so much he could learn from Master Morsi.

"I'm just older than you, and I have more experience in oratory, and I believe that it won't be long before your oratorical skills catch up with me or even surpass me, and I believe and look forward to that day. Mursi patted Sankar on the shoulder: "You are the one who chose to persevere when I gave up! I believe and look forward to the day when you will become the top master of the traditionalism, and the day when you will become the guide of the traditionalism." ”

"The story given by the black boss is very interesting, but we can't always rely on the story provided by the black adult, we should have our own story, no longer the story of those dragons and brave men, but the story of an ordinary person growing up silently, I'm ready, what about you?

"I... I became a guide for the traditionalists, writing my own stories, stories like "The Stars Change" and "Breaking the Sky?" "Sanka's heart was pounding, and he wanted to say that I was ready, but he flinched back from the words.

"It's okay if you're not ready, I'll help you!" Mursi looked at Sanka as if he had been an old friend for many years.

Sanka swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "It's true that I'm not ready, but I'm willing to try, and I hope to find a way out for the traditionalism together with Master Mursi." ”

Mursi smiled slightly: "Now that everyone is gone, let's have two drinks for the two of us?"

"Two drinks?"

Sanka hurriedly took two bottles of ale from the counter, and the two sat by the window, looking at the dark and quiet road outside the window, and chatted slowly.

Caroline, who had cleaned up the tavern, went back upstairs to rest, while Longfellow and Fast had washed up, and fell asleep on one of the sofas, watching unblinking at what Sanca and Mursi were talking about, such things as timbre, pauses, background rendering, and so on.

After a night of discussion, Sanka was physically tired, but he learned a lot from Morsi, and his speech was on a higher level than yesterday.

By the end of the day's speech, he had already arrived at the second venue, and through private inquiries, it was found that the number of signatures between him and the speaker in the first venue was very close.

At most, he will be able to enter the first venue at noon on the third day.

After Morsi's speech at the Forgotten Tavern in the evening, Sanka wanted to communicate with Morsi, but was forcibly driven back home by Blackie.

The third day of the party, this is the last day of the party.

The ranking of the tour party will also be contested today.

Sanka came to the central square two days ago, but before he could enter, he was stopped by a law enforcer: "May I ask you are Master Sanka, right?"

Guru?

In the past, only the people of the Forgotten Sorrow Tavern would be called the Master, but outside he was just an unknown troubadour, and now he is actually called the Master, has this person also been to the Forgotten Sorrow Tavern?

Sankar nodded suspiciously at the enforcer.

"Master Sanka, your speaking venue has been changed to the first venue, please come with me. The enforcer respectfully extended an invitation to Sanka.

"Wait, didn't I have more than 300 signatures yesterday than Nossimán?

"Hey, hey. Longfellow walked out from behind a tree: "It's all thanks to me, Fast and Sister Caroline, as long as the customers who come to the tavern for the past two days, we have asked them to sign a name, and the boss also said to sign a bottle of ale or fruit bowl and fried chicken legs, those customers outside the hotel, they don't have the money to come in but they like your story, so as soon as they hear the autograph, send wine and fruit plate, chicken legs, they all sign, a total of more than 500 names! I just sent the list, so now we are promoted again." ”

"Thank you, thank you. Sanka's gaze swept over the people around him one by one, and finally fell on Xiao Hei, and he nodded his head heavily.

Enter the first venue, which is large enough to accommodate 2,500 people.

Not only are there gramophones to preserve the speaker's story, but there are also specially prepared phonograms so that the speaker doesn't have to work so hard to tell.

Compared to the other venues, the first venue is an indoor venue, which is covered with canvas and does not have to worry about the sun and rain, and the waiters sell food and drinks, which is comparable to a large Forget Worry tavern.

"What is the origin of this person?" Nosiman who was pushed down by Sanka did not go to his second venue for the first time, he looked at Sanka who walked up to the stage, and there was a trace of anger hidden under his calm eyes.

"I heard that he is a traditional troubadour, currently working in a tavern in the South District, and I don't know how he used to break all the way from the ninth venue to here. A follower said.

"Means! Those traditionalist guys still don't give up, let's go! Go find someone, no one can cheat in this sacred meeting place of the Wandering Party!" said Northman.

"Who are you looking for?" asked the attendant.

"Count Barry, he loves my story, and he will definitely help me expose the true face of this scum. Nosiman looked at the position where Sanka was standing on the stage with a cold face and hatred, it was his place!

"Yes!" the attendant trotted out of the first venue.

After running away, Northman took a deep breath, smiled again, and turned towards his makeshift speaking place, the second room.

It's just that what he didn't know was that after he left, waves of applause broke out in the first venue, and this troubadour, who was maliciously speculated by him, was ramming fans with his own skills.