What a wonderful story! “

Letting go of his own reserves, Infix, like everyone else, stood up and applauded the troubadours on stage.

A blood-boiling revenge drama, a victory that completes an incredible reversal with the weak defeating the strong, and the ending ends with the victory of the three little pigs.

Like ordinary people, they may not have great ideals and ambitions, and they will not delve into whether the world thousands of miles away is the same as their daily life, or whether a distant country is a different kind of world.

For a society that relies on legs and carriages to travel, travel is not an easy task.

Ordinary people don't think too much about being away from home, which is why troubadours exist. Bring new stories to people in different places, spread their sights and hears, tell their inner stories, and let people experience exotic customs without leaving home.

The troubadour on stage is undoubtedly successful, whether it is from mobilizing the audience or burying a little foreshadowing in the main story line, it always allows the audience to substitute themselves into the role of the three little pigs.

This also allows the piglets to successfully take revenge on the big bad wolf, so that the night in the tavern is at its maximum.

Spreading out his black bowler, the troubadour did not forget the prize he deserved because of the enthusiasm of the audience.

The amount of tip was also an important criterion for distinguishing whether a troubadour was in the stream or not, and in a short time the black yarme hat was filled with coins and many were spilled at the troubadour's feet.

At least, in the city of Malte tonight, he is a successful troubadour worthy of self-pride.

Without hesitation, Infix took the gold from his pocket, threw it downstairs, and threw it into the troubadour's place.

Keep thanking and bowing, just to express my gratitude to this enthusiastic audience.

"One more, one more."

"That's right, I'm optimistic about you, another ......"

There was a constant stream of people urging the troubadour to come again, and the gatekeeper Madsen, who had planned to watch the show at the tavern, had to join in with his companions, and sometimes it was not just a matter of twisting the waist, but also a mental relaxation.

The tavern reached its peak once again in the urging of the people.

"Well, Mr. Calder, it's a lucky night to hear such a wonderful story. It is distressing that the piglets who lost their parents in their early years, in the face of the insatiable big bad wolf, their wisdom and bravery are impressive. I think if the pigs were to be replaced by the knights of Malte City, it would definitely be a script that could be used as a drama. ”

Infix couldn't stop telling Sean his feelings, this man who claimed to be the little butler of the Malte City Lord's family, in fact, for Malte City, his role was not much less than that of the City Lord.

After listening to a story, the man captures the essence of the troubadour's storytelling, which is a sense of substitution.

In fact, it doesn't matter if the protagonist is a pig or not, he will be replaced by a distressed prince of a certain country, or the youngest son of a nobleman who is not favored, when they have experienced many difficulties and finally achieved their life ideals.

It's a story that people love to see, and more importantly, it's a stage play that evokes hope for the future and helps to stabilize the city.

Not only can it make the theater troupe of Malte City more famous, but it can also make a lot of money......

"Well, that's a good story, but I think there's a lot more to the story that gentleman is told. At least...... He didn't finish the story. ”

Sean replied with a smile.

From the time the troubadour spoke to the end of the performance, Sean frowned, not like a listener who was learning from his peers with a learning attitude.

It's more like a troubadour who came to find fault and reclaim his job.

Infix smiled apologetically as Shaun was only looking down on his peers, and Infix said he was going to talk to the troubadour for a while.

Sean knew that he wanted to discuss the adaptation of the story with the guy, which was quite normal.

Someone can fund the adaptation of their own story, which is a lot of income for the troubadour, but every troubadour hopes to meet such an investor.

"Well, don't worry about me, let's get busy with you first. After all, the lucky ones deserve cheers and highlights. ”

"Thank you for the abundance."

Infix bowed and walked downstairs.

"Good luck guys?" Regarding Sean's words, Infax also confirmed his own judgment.

Seeing Infix on stage, the people in the tavern stopped urging and left space for Troubadour and Infax.

The name of Infix had long since spread in Malte City, and no one wanted to go against the people of the City Lord's Mansion, and no one wanted to offend this man.

"Excuse me for a while, I need a little time to talk to this gentleman, it won't take up too much of your time."

With that, Infax and the troubadour spoke in a low voice.

Sean, who was sitting on the second floor, also had a general idea of Infax's energy in the city, and for the troubadour's story, like Sean would always polish it if he got a good plot.

There will be different versions on different occasions, which is normal for troubadours.

Just like Sean, as long as there are ladies present, he will never say yellow jokes.

Perhaps, the same plot, with some more content or more words at certain points, the style of the whole story is completely different.

The story of the three little pigs brought by the troubadour ends with the piglets succeeding in revenge and killing the big bad wolf who ate their parents, and living happily ever after.

There are many ways to kill a wolf, but in the mouth of the troubadour, it is because of various coincidences and accidents that the big bad wolf falls into the iron pot, and there is a good show of stewing himself in the iron pot.

According to Sean's understanding, in order to make the story meet the public's intentions, the plot will also be adapted in the direction of friendship.

If Sean were to tell this story, he would divide it into several episodes, such as how Daddy Pig and Mother Pig gave birth to piglets, which is also due to the fact that many people don't know much about some aspects of physiology, not because Sean wants to tell pornography.

Both Troubadour and Infax on stage smiled with satisfaction, and it seemed that they had reached a bargain agreement, and that a good show was about to be added to the theater in Malte City.

"To thank Mr. Infax for his support of me, I have decided to perform one of my best songs for everyone."

Perhaps because of disappointed expectations, the troubadour's penchant for fresh stories saddened many people.

"For your sake?"

Infix came back satisfied, and Sean knew from the look on his face that this guy was definitely earning more than that little script tonight.

"Business

Excuse me. ”

Of course, Infax is more than just getting a script.

In a brief exchange with the troubadour, he found that this somewhat down-and-out troubadour had a lot of stories.

So, he did not hesitate to make a deal with him.

Roughly, he wants all the good stories, and in terms of price, Infax is not relentless.

With these stories, Infix had the confidence to spread the name of Malte City to cities further afield, under the name of the Parade Cabaret.

"Mr. Calder, it's getting late, let's enjoy this final piece, and I'll take you back to the hotel, so that tomorrow I can meet Lord Marte."

"Of course, the most important thing is to deliver the letter, and I can't afford to neglect Ms. Haile Caesar's entrustment."

Sean also knew that the reason why Infix was so polite to him was because of the sign of the envelope Hale Caesar.

Otherwise, it's hard to say whether he will be able to enter the city tonight.

The troubadour dug at his waist, and then pulled out a long, stiff stick with many small bumps on it.

Put the cyan flute to your mouth, take a deep breath, and hear a light and pleasant melody coming.

Along with the sound of the song, the people who no longer told the story of the troubadour also calmed down and listened to the unknown minor tune in silence.

"Interesting, interesting."

Seeing that everyone was intoxicated by the music, even Infax, who was sitting next to Sean, kept beating along with the melody without realizing anything.

Just like Sean said before with Infax, the story is incomplete and the troubadour hides a lot of things.

The same goes for the finale.

Even if the instruments used are very rare, they cannot achieve the effect of being intoxicating.

While playing the tune, the troubadour used magic.

Sean is very sure of this.

This guy seems to have the same identity as himself, using the guise of a troubadour to make it easier for him to walk outside, but in the interior he is a magician.

Sean didn't expose the "troubadour", and whatever the guy was going to do, it didn't have much to do with Sean.

True to the concept that Sean has always adhered to, a world without a hometown, even if it is destroyed, as long as it can have its own place, it doesn't matter.

The rest of the world is coming to an end or becoming thriving, and Sean doesn't feel much of it, he just doesn't want to experience the despair he once had.

At the end of the song, led by Infax, Sean says goodbye to him at the door of the hotel.

Early tomorrow morning, after the Marte City Lord has finished eating, Infax will come to pick up Sean and go to meet the Marte City Lord.

Lying in the inn, Sean pondered the story of the troubadour and the magic that was hidden in the sound of the flute.

On the surface, it is the story of three piglets' successful revenge, but Sean doesn't think so, at least, there are many stories that have to be studied.

In this world, Sean has seen talking rabbits, and he has almost died because of the rabbit's tricks.

If the piglets and the big bad wolf are not just beasts as people think, but can communicate and have intelligence like humans, then what should this story say?

And the fact that the troubadour can do magic makes Sean feel that this world is not simple.

Sometimes, the night is a time of peace and relaxation, and it is also a great time for people to recover from the day's hard work.

Sometimes, the night is another sad time, and so many lives are lost in this time.

Sometimes, the night is a difficult time, and the piglets will come to the ranch as arranged to bring the day's food to Ansheimer.

Sometimes, the wheat field at night is the time for the scarecrow to move, but he can't find his hat, and he opens his big mouth and spends in a hurry.

Sometimes, the no-day troubadour takes off his shabby clothes and goes to the dirty waterways to welcome his children with a smile.

Sometimes, the lord of Malte at night is still in high spirits, revealing the advantages of men,......&%#¥&......& (This section was eaten by the river crab beast. Parenthesis laughs. ）

"Mr. Calder, there is one thing I want you to agree to before meeting the city lord."

Early in the morning, Sean meets Infax at the hotel.

For some reason, for the first time, Sean saw the panicked emotions on the face of this man who was in danger. Perhaps seeing Sean's doubts, Infax said apologetically, "I should have mentioned it to Mr. Calder last night, but who knew that last night's story was so wonderful that I forgot about it." I'm sorry to bother Mr. Calder so early. ”

"Let's talk about it, if you don't say it, I can't agree indiscriminately."

Infax bowed to the end and whispered, "When you see the city lord, please don't be too surprised, and don't reveal the circumstances of this meeting. ”

When Sean enters the majestic castle and meets the lord of the city, who has been praised by the whole city, he finally knows why Infix insists on acceding to her request.

His first feeling was not how great this person was, but ......

"Your city lord's mansion is so short of money, why can't the city lord wear clothes?"

Infax, who bowed half-kneeling in front of him, asked in a low voice, Sean really couldn't understand why the city lord, who had a huge property, came to receive him openly.

Even the underwear is good, glancing at the little brother of the Marte City Lord, he is a little dry from his work.

Looking at the maid standing beside Marte, Sean understood why the city lord's little brother was a little emaciated.

Infix blushed, and he didn't know how to answer Sean's question.

I had to say, "Please ignore all this, Mr. Calder, I have already persuaded the lord of the city, but ......."

Smiling embarrassedly, Infax could only signal what Sean had promised him, after all, family ugliness should not be publicized, and if it was revealed, Malte City's reputation would be damaged to a certain extent.

Seeing that he had persuaded Sean, Infix breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Malte moving his ass in the chair with some pride, he was embarrassed and uncomfortable.

This is also one of the reasons why the city lord is good, but it still gives him a headache.

I think back then, when I first met the city lord of Marte, the city lord at that time would wear strong and shiny armor every day, with a pair of eyes as sharp as eagle eyes, and a momentum to move forward.

At that time, Infax was also impressed by the momentum of the Marte City Lord, so he wholeheartedly assisted him to develop Malte City into the most prosperous city within a radius of 100 miles.

However, nightmares often come unnoticed.

Although the Marte City Lord has always been lustful, this is also Infix

I knew, but I didn't pay much attention to it. After all, if you have the ability and status to reach a man, lust has become nature.

After being full of warmth, lust, and lust, after eating and drinking, men will have endless pursuits for that matter. The Marte City Lord's pursuit did not attract the attention of Infax, and it was only regarded as a pastime for the City Lord to release his pressure.

But one day, the lord of Malte decided that the armor he wore was in the way of his great cause of increasing the population of the world. It was also from that day that the lord of Malte announced that he was looking for a costume that would be tailored to him and not prevent him from fighting with the maids.

It wasn't until he cut down most of the tailors that came for the job that Lord Malte finally found the outfit he wanted, the one he was wearing now. Well, naked, clothes that release nature.

Sometimes, the difference between a gentleman and a pervert is that a gentleman has his own bottom line. At least you won't be addicted to it after releasing your nature once.

Fortunately, when Infix managed Malte City for only a few days, the Marte City Lord rarely went out again. He believed in Infix's prowess and did not want to interfere with his seeding career by managing too many things.

Therefore, in addition to the people in the castle who knew about the quirks of the city lord of Malte, Sean was the first to know about it.

It's no wonder that Infix repeatedly told himself not to reveal the situation, for a thriving city, if the scandal of the city owner spreads, it will be fatal to the development.

It's a bit of a dilemma for Fix.

Sean thought silently.

No one would have thought that this city lord's habit is to expose his body and sing songs every night.

Thinking that he would hand over the invitation to the Lord of Malte as soon as possible, Sean would also be able to protect his eyes, it is said that if you look at an earthworm too much, your eyes will slowly go blind.

Regardless of whether it makes sense or not, at least for his own good mood, Sean did not wait for Infax to introduce him, and turned his head and said: "Lord Malte, here is an invitation letter that Lady Hale Caesar asked me to hand over to you, please accept it and say goodbye." ”

"Mr. Calder, wait"

Sean put the invitation in the hand of the maid beside him, and left without looking back.

When Infix chased him out, he couldn't find any trace of Sean.

Walking down the streets of Malte City, Sean shook his head, trying to shake out the unbearable memory.

Even if he is a guy running errands in a tavern, he can get tips for rich guests, and he has to get some benefits from coming to Malte City from the Forest of Elwinter "thousands of miles".

That's it, it's better to leave quickly.

Sean sighed, he didn't take the benefits into account at all, compared to staying a little longer with the Marte City Lord, the tip was dispensable.

Putting on his straw hat, Sean touched his stomach in protest and decided to have breakfast, which can be regarded as an experience of local characteristics, and then he will leave, perhaps as long as the lord of Malte does not step down, he will never come to this city again, evoking that disgusting memory.

Although the city of Malte has grown significantly in recent years thanks to the business model proposed by Infax, it still does not change the fact that the city is fundamentally based on agriculture.

Only when people have enough to eat can they pursue better material pursuits.

Holding a local breakfast, the hares caught by the hunters are skinned and coated in a special sauce.

According to the owner, the rabbit meat needs to be marinated for three days and three nights, and the rabbit meat must be touched with ale from time to time to prevent the texture of the rabbit meat from hardening, and only in this way can the rabbit meat put in the oven lock in the juice and maintain a soft and elastic texture.

Not only that, but before going to the oven, the owner will brush the surface of the rabbit with a layer of fresh honey to make the rabbit shine golden when it comes out of the oven.

Combined with another specialty of the store, scones sprinkled with sesame seeds, are the best choice for breakfast.

A bite of rabbit meat and a bite of scones, although it doesn't surprise Sean, it is still good compared to the dishes that can only be eaten at Hogwarts.

When he came to the city gate, he didn't see the soldier Madsen who stopped him yesterday, presumably he had been busy all night after leaving the tavern last night.

Waiting for the soldiers to open the city gates, not only Sean, but many others were waiting for the time when the city gates would open.

Standing with people carrying goods and farm tools, looking at the smiles on their faces, I hope that this is ordinary life.

Sean thought, pulled the straw hat, no matter how ordinary life is, it is just a passing moment, he does not belong to this world after all.

I never imagined that one day I would be able to go back to the 9-to-9 life I used to have, because that was already in the past tense. When he was born again in Hinterland, he was a native of Hinterland.

The loud bell rang and the gates slowly opened.

The people who waited to leave the city remained where they were, only to enter the city exhausted by a group of well-equipped knights outside the city.

The handsome white horses, as if they had also languished during the long journey, lowered their heads and carried their masters into the city slowly.

"That's the most powerful knight in Malte City!"

Someone solves Sean's doubts, this is the benefit of eating melons. In terms of news, even intelligence traffickers who are proficient in information cannot compare to the large number of melon-eating people. In terms of speed, even front-line reporters who have been trained for many years dare not guarantee that they can outrun the melon-eating masses. On whether the children of the old king are the king's, the people who eat melons are all authorities.

The knights did not enter the city quickly, both because of the large size of the order and because of fatigue.

When the vanguard entered the city, several wagons followed.

There were a lot of wounded on it, but the wounded were not part of the Knights, and they were more like farmers in terms of clothing.

It may have been a village that had been attacked, and these people were survivors.

Sean thought of Tommy's village, and didn't know if the news of the village's demise had reached the city.

The fragility of life does not change with people's will, and Sean silently waits for the people to leave the city, waiting for the Knights to enter the city before leaving.

Under the curse of a certain unscrupulous author, King Meow, the autumn wind, under the guidance of King Meow, flies across the hills through the sea, blowing away the girl's dress and the straw hat on Sean's head.

Jumping and grabbing the straw hat that wanted to escape, Sean was surrounded by knights because of the words of a wounded man in the carriage.

"Knights, this is the man, this is the one who destroyed the village and slaughtered everyone."

The cry came from the mouth of the villager, and Sean recognized the villager, isn't this the guy who gets drunk when he drinks?!

What's even more incomprehensible is that Tommy's village is a survivor again, and Sean will express his happiness.

But, how can this guy slander himself as soon as he sees him?!

Sean: Black question mark face, expressing his doubts.