Since the dishes ordered were very easy to make and the fire in the kitchen was ready-made, the tavern owner was quick to give the guests something to eat. Feige touched the emblem and led everyone to pray together as if they were pretending to be like statues, thanking the goddess for the gifts, and then began to eat.

"Well, boss, your craftsmanship is very good, the food is delicious, bring me another one." Feiqi pointed to the fish stew on the plate and said, "You are very careful, the fish bones are all removed, and the shellfish meat is also very clean, it seems that you are indeed careful." ”

"This compliment is not unusual, this is the child of the Earl's family!" said Chaudor in an exaggerated tone.

"Then I can't cook for the nobles?"

Looking at the sudden glint in the tavernkeeper's eyes, Feige shook his head, "It's not enough. The flavor of this fish stew comes from the freshness, and the combination of fish, shellfish, shrimp and crab brings out the natural aroma of the river. If you leave these, such as in the manor, the taste of the dish will be greatly reduced, or even not appetizing at all. Fishermen still have to live by the river and the sea. There are no fish to catch in the high-walled compound. ”

The light in the boss's eyes dimmed, so Feige gave him seven silver coins for the meal. Since the ingredients are all available nearby, a fish stew is also sold for two silver coins. Feige paid for the meal for two men and a goblin from Icepeak Fortress, and the rest of the silver was considered a tip—which was a good income in the past, but after the "baptism" of two gold coins, the tavern owner was no longer surprised, just nodded in acknowledgment and turned away.

"You shouldn't have agitated him. Gold coins and nobility, it is likely to ruin his current life. ”

Qiao Duo smiled and shook his fingers, "What's so good about being here all my life? The sun I saw at the first sight of my birth is no different from the last time I saw it in my life." Make some fish and feed them to people you don't know, and you can't remember who has been there. His life was boring and he lived repeatedly. ”

Feige scooped up a piece of jelly-like fish with a spoon and slowly put it in his mouth. He observed Gaudia's expression, savored the fish, and smiled with satisfaction. "Hmm...... Yes, yes, you have a point. Feige said with a smile.

"It's really good that you can agree. Chaudor nodded, but he soon realized that something wasn't quite right. Anne, Beni, and Charney glanced at each other and snickered in a low voice, adding to his suspicions.

"Feiqi, were you perfunctory to me just now?"

"No, no, no, how could it be?" Feige broke a loaf of bread, put it in the fish broth, wiped the plate, and ate it.

"Thanks, that's a great idea. Anne covered her mouth and threw a wink at Feige: "Chaudor always has a lot of truths, we can't talk about him, and now we have the weapon to fight back." ”

"yes. Even if we want to listen to him, it doesn't mean that he is always right. Beni hugged Xia Ni and kissed her the veil, "Are you right about what you said about me?"

"Yes, yes, you're right. With that, she fell to Beni's chest and couldn't get up laughing.

"It's all your fault, Feige: the three of them haven't been this happy in a long time. Giordo pushed away the plate in front of him, crossed his hands on the table, tilted his head slightly and said: "If you have strong language skills, you will have high storytelling skills, and the reverse is true." The most important thing about a story is the narrator, and you are that kind of person. ”

"Are you going to start talking about the story again?"

"No, I'd rather discuss you. I've said that to understand a good story, you first need to know the storyteller. Chaudore smiled gracefully, "Didriet is a good friend to the four of us, and what she cares about is what we need to work towards. To tell you the truth, we've heard a lot of stories about you, and they couldn't be further from what we've observed. Can you tell me that there are too many people who can tell good stories now, and the level is too high?"

"If you're looking for a story in the first place, then don't demand facts by the standard of story. ”

"Well said, you should have a drink for it. Geud raised his glass, and the cool beer rippled in the glass. "But are those stories or facts?"

"That depends on what the listener needs it to be. If someone talks to me about those things, I respond with a perfunctory triple affirmation. ”

"It's this set again. Chaud saw that Anne was already lying on his shoulder, staring at Feige with rippling eyes, and was amused by the "perfunctory triple affirmation table". "Friend, you're duplicitous. When you stopped the tavern owner from going to the aristocratic circle, you didn't use a perfunctory method, but directly denied it!

"Because I think the future is more important than the past. The only thing in this world that can't be used to watch jokes is probably the future. ”

"Oh, can you give up for the future? I think wealth is fine, but hatred, will you give up for the future?"

"For the sake of the future, of course, it is possible to let go of hatred in the future – but I first live in the present. What can be solved now, I will not let go of it in the future. Feige looked at Giordot and shook his head slightly: "I know, you want to get to know me through these questions, like painting me a picture like that." But the portrait is always only one side, one fragment, and the person is too complicated, and your approach will never be in vain. ”

"Yes, yes, you're right. Chaud smiled slyly, "No, I mean I agree with you, people are very complex, and monsters are much simpler in comparison. I don't expect a portrait to get to know you, I just love to draw. I think you're getting more and more interesting, and you have something I've never seen before. Don't believe it, I've seen a lot of people, good and bad, simple and complex, but none of them have a certain quality in you. Do you want to know what it is?"

"Thank you for the compliment, you said there was it. Fitch wiped the last piece of bread and sausage and wiped the corners of his mouth. He pointed to the plate in front of Giordo, and there was a small half of fish stew in it: "Don't you finish eating? It's not good to waste food." ”

"I need to stay in shape, the girls are laughing at me. Giordot pushed the plate in front of Feige, "Can you help me eat?"

Feige glanced down, then smiled and said, "Girls, don't laugh at him." I think he's in good shape, don't I?"

"I'm in good shape. Beni swayed from side to side, and then dragged Shani to swing with her. "However, for the sake of your support for us, we listen to you and stop laughing at him!"

So Feige flicked his fingers, and the plate returned to Giordor: "Hurry up and finish eating, I have to continue to rush today." ”

"Yes, the future is still ahead, and the poet and the girls have a way to go. Giordot picked up the spoon and gulped. When he wasn't talking, the pace of eating was fast, especially compared to Shani. She wore a veil all the time, covering her forehead to her neck, and she did not take it off when she ate, but only lifted a horn slightly. Eventually, Bennie helped eat some from her plate, so everyone was on the same page.

Bidding farewell to the tavern owner whose dreams were shattered at the beginning of the bud, the group continued to walk south. At last like a troubadour, Giordot took out his flute and began to play, and the three girls began to cooperate. Anne is in charge of singing, and she only needs a changing voice to create a beautiful and moving melody, and when she uses beautiful lyrics, sincere feelings are filled with the song.

Beni plays a four-pronged piano that sounds a lot like a ukulele. She is also responsible for the alto and harmony parts, which are constantly interspersed in the singing. Shani's instruments are two hourglass-shaped drums with metal pieces hanging from the edges of the drums that make a crisp sound when they shake. She doesn't sing, but sometimes she whistles, to match with Chaulto's flute, or to accompany Anne's high notes.

Feige clapped them and gave them a nice word as they finished the song. They sang different ballads along the way, and Feige's praise was not repeated. In the evening, when the "show" was about to end, the girls pouted Feige to come and sing, and the three of them could accompany it.

"Oh, I can't sing as well as you guys, and I don't know how to play an instrument, but I can play a piece of music, and I hope you enjoy it. Feiqi looked at Xia Ni and said, "I noticed that you whistled just now, your breath is really long, and the span is very large, really powerful." I didn't have that long breath, but when I practiced the spell, I learned to hold the tone even when I inhaled. Regardless of whether you blow it well or not, remember to encourage me. ”

Feige closed his eyes, contemplated slightly, recalled the melody, and then followed the steady pace of the slow horse, and blew "A Cut of Plums" in the golden light of the setting sun. His scales may have errors and omissions, but he is full of emotion, and the artistic conception in it is slowly presented.

True love is like a vast grassland, and layers of wind and rain cannot be blocked...... Feige couldn't perfectly nest the lyrics of the original text into the melody in the lingua franca of this world, let alone integrate the cultural background of "Proud Plum in the Snow". However, the devil in his soul is ready to move, but he can convey the resonance of feelings. Even if it's not Aomei, even if it's not snowy, it can always evoke the corresponding emotional memories in the hearts of the audience.

At the sound of the whistle, there was silence all around, and everyone was immersed in it. Chauddor's eyes slowly closed, and he even stopped breathing, as if he was afraid that his wheezing would interfere with his listening. Anne, Beni, and Charney leaned together, head to head, their bodies stiff, but their fingers trembling with excitement.

"I seem to be in love with him. ”

"Shut up, don't make a sound!"

Tron relaxed, head and shoulders swaying to the melody. He likes music that is exciting, powerful, and strong, but when he hears beautiful tunes, he still immerses himself in them. What's more, "A Cut of Plums" is not a charming love minor, it is surging with positive, confident and strong strength, and he can hear it.

Only goblin friends look left and right. He had already endured an afternoon of terrible noise in the carriage, and by this time he had basically reached his limit. He wanted to educate these people with the percussion music education of the goblins, but he didn't dare to disturb the chief's time. Peng Peng raised his lips and wanted to learn to whistle, but only the sound of puff appeared. Midnight suddenly opened his eyes and flashed his claws at the goblin, so that no distraction was there.

After the song was blown, Feige was waiting for praise and applause, but heard a shout of "stop". The three girls supported each other, jumped out of the car one by one, and rushed behind the trees and grass on the side of the road.

Thankfully, there was no sound of vomiting coming from the city—Feige was embarrassed, and the sound of water was heard. He became more embarrassed.