In the tavern, tables and chairs are arranged around a circular circle.

As long as a regular customer sees this layout, they know that it is the bard who has come to perform the show. If you pay a few coppers and buy a glass of ale, you can stay and listen to a few stories to kill time, which is the cheapest and most affordable entertainment in the market.

With just a shamisen by his side to support his family, the bard's clever mouth is certainly remarkable.

They always only talk about trendy topics in order to arouse the interest of the audience as much as possible. For example, recently, the drama of "kings working together to crusade against the undead" is definitely the most popular, and both men and women of all ages like to listen to it.

But the green-haired bard in front of him was a little ingenious, perhaps vaguely aware of the public's dark psychology of snooping on the privacy of the big people, and simply talked about the lace scandal of the wilderness pioneer lord.

One-third of the rumors, one-third of the second-party associations, and one-third of the nonsense really captured the hearts of the listeners.

The main owner was in the corner of the scene, not only did he not say anything, but he happily rewarded the past dozen silver coins.

Most of the taverns are poor people who don't have a lot of money, and it's rare to meet high rollers who use silver coins. So the green-haired bard worked harder and harder, and spoke more vividly, hoping to earn the month's living expenses.

"Aren't you angry?" asked Vera, frowning and indignant.

"Angry, what is my identity, as for dealing with this kind of deflated three?" the lord couldn't help but wonder.

Their pair is quite conspicuous in a place like a tavern, after all, the handsome men and the women are handsome. It's not that he didn't drink two glasses of cat urine and was bold enough to make fun of it, but before he could open his mouth, he was dragged by Dracula to the back alley.

"A place like a tavern, since you are here, it is difficult to grasp your identity. "Bishop Paul looked like an ordinary rich gentleman in a red stand-up collar jacket and a brown floppy hat.

"Did you all know that the lord actually likes men!" The green hair probably wanted to make the atmosphere more lively, and suddenly came to the sentence that was not shocking and endless.

Richard held the ale glass, and the relaxed smile on his face instantly froze.

"Damn, you are looking for death yourself, and you can't blame others. Gunther slammed to his feet, his black bear-like body making the tavern look cramped.

He slid all the way through, knocking over tables and chairs along the way. Reaching out and pinching the green-haired neck, he dragged him down the back alley without saying a word.

The chicken-like bard's thighs were not as thick as his arms, and he could not resist. The shamisen fell to the ground, and he couldn't even scream.

The other guests in the tavern had already seen that this table was probably extraordinary. I could pretend not to know before, but now I don't dare to continue to stay in this place, and I suddenly ran away.

Only the bartender was left shivering behind the counter.

"Vera, you said that Pastor Cehri has been promoted to the rank of Grace and will be coming to Coron soon after the rest?" Bishop Paul fiddled with an alchemical equipment in the shape of a flat cylinder.

This is a silent enchantment generator that can isolate sound communication inside and outside the enchantment, which is very magical. The inside can't hear the outside, and the outside can't hear the inside, which is very suitable for talking about secrets in case the wall has ears.

"yes. The little nun nodded quietly.

Richard kept feeling in his heart that beautiful women can deceive people, it stands to reason that Vera should have no experience in lying before, and now she can behave so flawlessly.

Sure enough, the more people who don't seem to be able to lie, the more they don't negotiate when they deceive people.

"We have to thank Pastor Cehri for not knowing what to do with the undead contamination. The lord pretended to make a cross on his chest, "I wish him a speedy recovery." ”

"Richard. Bishop Paul tapped lightly on the table, "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that your request is very ...... Forgive me for saying that, it's incredible. ”

Two days ago, the Lord of Alpine Fort and the plenipotentiary envoy of Crown Prince Bédrick suddenly came to the door together. They made a very simple and meaningful request - asking the Church of Light and the Pompeii military headquarters to work together to cooperate with Richard's actions.

In fact, Bishop Paul is polite enough to say that it is unbelievable, and anyone in his position will 100% think that he has met two crazy people!

You must know that in the face of this undead calamity of unprecedented scale, the forces mobilized in all aspects are not ordinarily huge.

With such a huge force, it has to be used to cooperate with the mountain fort. It's like having a few peppercorns and taking a whole steak to make a side dish.

"I know it sounds a little off. Richard put down his ale glass and stared at each other with blazing eyes, "But believe me, the significance of this undead event may be far beyond the imagination of all of you!"

Those eyes shone brightly, as sharp as a sharp sword, so that Bishop Paul couldn't help but tilt his head slightly to dodge.

"But you can't tell me why, can you?"

"Yes. Richard recuperated his glass and took a slow sip, his eyes calming, "Please forgive me for this. ”

He hadn't even told Bederick the specific reason, but the other party chose to believe it without hesitation, which made the lord couldn't help but be moved by this trust.

If it were the other way around, he might not have been able to make such a big decision.

"Does Master Ingmar know?"

Paul's Ingmar is a former Stuart Magister, and is said to be an excellent kind even among Magi. After the complete destruction of the old country, he and several masters took the lead in forming the Mage Free Federation, and now serves as the chief round table mage.

The Roundtable is the highest power meeting of the Mage Free Federation, so the Chief Roundtable is equivalent to the supreme leader.

"I don't know. Richard said.

"As long as Pompeii and the Church of Light can reach an agreement, they can be restrained by agreeing on a coordinated attack time at that time. As for San Jose and other countries, large and small, there is no need to be notified. Those people were waiting to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and the reinforcements sent were too limited to be insignificant. ”

Bishop Paul was silent for a long time before he spoke: "Actually, if the nations can really unite and use the power of the entire human world, there will be no problem at all in dealing with the undead. ”

"Don't dream in broad daylight, that's impossible. The lord waved his hand vigorously and sneered disdainfully.

In the past few days, he has been walking the streets and alleys to inquire about the news, and he has seen the situation very clearly. Pompeii and the Mage Free Federation are directly bordering the undead, and they are the most active and active.

As for the other countries – I have to admit that what he said at the beginning did make sense – they basically have a high-minded attitude that they have nothing to do with themselves.

Shouting two slogans and sending a little painless reinforcements, even if they can cope with the past on face, there is even no lack of schadenfreude.