That's true, probably you can bring a fresh story to the tavern tonight, you go inside, I'll go to the tavern in the evening to hear your story. ”

The soldier waved his hand and said energetically. With an expectant gaze, the man entered the city gate.

The soldier searched the whole body of the man in front of him, except for some shabby change of clothes, as the man said, he was a tattered troubadour.

The soldier imagined how lively the tavern would be tonight, the city of Malte named after the lord of the city, Malte, who had not seen a strange troubadour for a long time. The usual story, the soldier has been able to recite it backwards.

Finally, there is a new story to pass the boring nights, and he has an excuse to ask his wife to pester, and do what he likes.

A glass of wine in the tavern, wonderful and fresh stories, and then go to Flower Street with colleagues to find the beauty of first love.

It was a great night.

The soldier's fantasies did not last long, and the next person waiting for the search came to him and said.

"Can I go in? I'm also a troubadour. ”

Removing the straw hat from the scarecrow's head in the wheat field, Sean declared with a smile.

The profession of troubadour is not uncommon, and many people who cannot bear the loneliness will run away from the cities and villages where they live, giving up the daily repetition of life and resolutely embarking on the road to all corners of the world.

Although this profession is very hard, and most troubadours struggle on the edge of food and clothing, it is impossible for a person to embark on this arduous road without a brush.

The man of the past was not very old, but the soldiers guarding the gates could tell from his dusty, worn cloth shoes that the man was indeed a troubadour. Because the troubadour's income is not stable, and the stories that each troubadour knows are limited, it is impossible to stay in the same city for too long, and it will only end up in a situation where no one pays for it, and eventually turns into a skeleton in some corner of the city.

Constantly traveling, constantly seeing new worlds, creating their own stories, and then telling them to the inhabitants of the next city, became something that most troubadours had to experience.

It is not until one day, when they are tired of their journeys and have saved enough money, or meet someone who can keep them in a certain city, that the troubadour will stop his travels and truly settle down and become ordinary residents of a certain city.

Perhaps one day, his children will listen to the stories of foreign troubadours and proclaim with longing eyes, "When I grow up, I must become a troubadour and explore the treasures hidden in the depths of the forest." ”

Retired troubadours would smile and wipe their children's heads, not stopping or encouraging them. Sometimes, when a boy wants to grow up, he can only understand how unsuitable ordinary life is when he has experienced something personally.

This is the troubadour, who has seen more than ordinary people, polishing the stories in them, and then talking to people thousands of miles away.

They are the most well-informed people, and they are the ones who diligently move from city to city day and night.

"Hmm...... You can't go in. ”

The soldier looked at Sean for a moment and came to the conclusion that Sean could not enter the city.

"Why?"

"Wasn't that man a troubadour before, and why was he able to go in?"

"Even though I don't have a pass to the city, what criteria are you basing your conclusions so rashly?"

Sean asked three questions in dissatisfaction.

is also a troubadour, and you can't treat yourself differently just because you are more handsome than the person in front of you.

Sean needs a narrative.

At the lonely city gate, Sean and the soldiers guarding the gate looked at each other.

No one had any intention of taking a step back, even as night slowly fell, and the air became cold.

In autumn, no matter how hot it is at noon, the cold does not change with people's will at night.

The soldier sneezed, perhaps he thought he could not speak of a troubadour, or perhaps he had never met a civilian who dared to question his decision.

Thinking became something he was bored with for the first time.

So, he said impatiently: "If I say no, I can't." ”

His hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and he looked at Sean with contempt in his eyes, but he was a little anxious in his heart.

I hope that Sean can leave quickly and interestingly, and if he leaves at this time, he can still find a village to settle in.

The soldiers were able to close the gates as soon as possible, go home with the money, and go to the tavern to see the new troubadour's fresh stories.

Sean was unmoved, and put his hand on the hilt of the sword as a soldier, as if to say that he was also a man with a sword.

Sean has fantasized more than once about being like Mr. Li, the Qinglian Sword Immortal, one person, one sword and one wine jug, and he goes to the end of the world with a sword.

That's how carefree it is.

If the gatekeeper dares to make a move, Sean will definitely let him know that the waist is one of the most vulnerable parts of a man's body, and whether it will be useful in the future depends on his luck whether he can make it up with leeks.

For a while, the air became cold, whether it was the particularity of autumn, or the solemnity and duel between the two, it was about to break out.

"Alright, Madsen, let me explain it to this gentleman."

When the soldier heard the voice, he immediately turned around and fell to his knees.

He lowered his head and said, "Mr. Infax, this person ......."

Infix interrupted the soldier with a wave of his hand, and walked straight to Sean.

"Mr. Infax be careful, this man has a weapon in his hand!"

Madsen saw that Infax walked up to Sean empty-handed without any scruples, and his whole heart was raised to his throat, and he hurriedly reminded.

Get up, draw your sword, and stand in front of Infax.

Madsen's head was covered with cold sweat, he was afraid that Infax would be hurt by Sean, even if Infax fell in front of him

roots, he will be punished in the eyes of the Lord of Malte.

Thinking of the city lord's methods, Madsen wanted to shudder.

The hatred for Sean is also deeper.

This is a silent hatred, and for Madsen, if Sean didn't come to Malte City today, or if Sean left after being denied entry to the city, he wouldn't be in this dilemma.

Infix won't come out either, and he won't have baggage.

"No, Madsen, I'm sure this gentleman won't hurt me. What do you say? ”

"Well, I'm not crazy, so of course I wouldn't do it to people for no reason."

Sean nodded, feeling that this soldier was really making a fuss, and he could see that the man in white in front of him had a high status in this city.

"My name is Infax, and I belong to the lord of the city, Malte...... Probably similar to the butler's identity, Madsen's reason for not letting you into town is very simple. ”

The man smiled and walked around Madsen and explained to Sean.

"Oh, I'm very interested in this reason, can you tell me?"

"Of course, I don't know what to call him?"

"Call me Xiao...... Call me Nyvon Moore. ”

"Well, I wonder what Mr. Nyvon Moore's last name is?"

Infix thought for a while, as if he had never heard of a troubadour with this name, so he asked with some trepidation.

"Calder, Nyvon Moore Calder."

Sean gave a pseudonym, and it was also a pseudonym that he said on the impromptu basis. Naturally, both Nerwin Moore and Calder were people he had come into contact with, and thinking that he didn't have a suitable vest in the rivers and lakes, Sean also took this opportunity to decide on his first vest, Nyven Moore Calder.

I still didn't think about where Calder's family name came from, and Infax didn't get entangled, the world is so big, and no one knows what kind of energy the person in front of him has.

It was this caution that brought him to a position below one person and above a city.

"There are two main reasons why Madsen didn't let Mr. Calder into the city," Infix said with a smile as he looked at Sean's dress, "One is that a traveler who claims to be a troubadour has already entered the city, and Malte City has only one tavern despite its size. In order to prevent the two troubadours from fighting in the tavern, there was a precedent for this before. So the lord of Malte decided that every day, there would only be one troubadour in the city of Malte, and this was also for the sake of the security of the city, and I hoped that Mr. Calder would understand. ”

"Oh, I don't think so. The troubadours are said to fight for business, but we also have our own rules, and most of them don't choose to fight. Whoever wins will take over, and you don't want a troubadour to show up in the tavern and waste a night of listening to a dull night. ”

Sean retorted.

After hearing this, Madsen felt that there was some truth and nodded. Then he realized that something was wrong and shook his head again.

Infax had no intention of arguing with Sean and continued: "Let's leave the first point aside for the time being, the key is the second point. ”

Holding up two fingers and pointing to Sean's clothes and the iron sword at his waist, he said, "Madsen has a hard time believing that you are a troubadour. Not to mention that some troubadours would also go on their own with weapons to defend themselves, rather than choosing to travel with large caravans. Even if you're armed for self-defense, your boots are so clean that there's no sign of a long journey, which is not a troubadour's characteristic. ”

Sean looked at what he was wearing, starting with Hogwarts, then to the world he had entered inexplicably, and then to this place.

I've never changed my coat myself.

The clothes engraved with a magic circle on the inside are not easy to break, and in addition to the need for regular cleaning, Sean can't remember how long it has been since he has changed into new clothes.

Frankenstein washed his clothes clean, certainly without getting dirty, to show that Sean had traveled a long way to get to the city.

It's hard to explain, and I can't tell Infax about these things.

No one could believe that a troubadour struggling to make ends meet could afford to wear clothes full of magic circles, which was already a magical item, not something that a troubadour could afford.

It's not that he didn't think about getting by, looking at Infax's sharp eyes, Sean understood that this guy who said that he was the butler of the Malte family was not so simple, maybe he had already felt the magic fluctuations on his clothes.

"Well, I wonder if Mr. Calder is satisfied with my reply. If you can, you can head northwest without walking into the Elwinter Forest, where a small village is nearby. You can spend the night there, and tomorrow when the troubadour leaves, you can go into town. ”

With that, Infax told Madsen to close the gates, and it was not too early.

Sighing, Sean wondered if he was a little too playful, or maybe he was a little eager to try after Madsen drew his sword.

Taking out the envelope containing the invitation from his backpack, Sean shouted to Infax, who was about to enter the city, "Someone has entrusted me to deliver a letter to the lord of Malte, I wonder if I can enter the city." ”

The size of the city of Malte is not too big, nor is it small.

According to Infax, the permanent population here is more than 300,000, which is somewhat small, but it is the largest of the ten cities within a radius of 100 miles.

Talking about the small city, it is like a rich family, pointing to the paintings worth hundreds of millions at home, saying that he is just a little rich, and he is not like a stream.

I didn't talk to him, the night was getting late, and Sean couldn't see Malt tonight.

Infax led Sean to put the salute in a decent tavern, and under the pretext of entertaining guests, he took Sean to experience the night life of Malte City.

Compared to the city of Malte, which is devoted to labor during the day, the city at night is much more prosperous.

This is one of the reasons why the city of Malte continues to grow, and Malte encourages citizens to spend more and vent their day's fatigue at night, so as to maintain a good mood for each day.

As a result, the city of Malte, which has no curfew, has become famous as a city that never sleeps.

People who have heard of it will come here to hang out.

If it weren't for the approaching autumn harvest, the city gates would not be as depressed as they are today.

Infax, of course, also knew that when the first snow fell, Malte City would be at its most beautiful and lively.

The hunters of the mountains would carry one year's harvest to the city of Malte in exchange for gold coins to buy the necessities of life the following year.

For farmers who have nothing to do, Malte City is a great place to spend their time of the year when they are at their richest.

Merchants from afar will also arrive to pick up the goods they need.

In addition to the lack of a port, the city of Malte is also a land logistics trading center, and because of this name, it has brought a steady stream of wealth to the city.

Speaking of the prosperity of Malte City, Infix has pride on his face.

Perhaps, such a plan came from the hands of this man.

Instead of using force to intimidate the inhabitants, many policies were opened, and the city of Malte became a paradise for merchants, and as long as the more gold coins, the expansion of the city would not stop.

Along the way, it was mostly Infix who was talking and Sean was listening.

Even after experiencing a more prosperous city and a more advanced way of life, Sean had to look at the man in front of him differently, and also had a general impression of the Marte city lord he had never met.

Without stopping at a roadside stall, Infix declined the locals' kindness and took Sean to a tavern.

Talking in a tavern, drinking in a tavern, having fun in a tavern, even if you want to find a job, coming to a tavern is the first choice.

The tavern was particularly lively tonight, and Infix entered the tavern with expectant eyes, and was led by the bartender to a spot with a good view.

Looking at Sean, who was a little worried, Infix patted his head and remembered that his arrangements for tonight didn't seem to be very good.

Although Sean held the envelope to be given to the Marte City Lord, Infax treated Sean as a VIP at the first time, especially after the fire paint on the envelope was a unique mark of a spicy woman, Infax did not dare to snub Sean.

If it weren't too late, he would have led Sean to meet the Marte City Lord as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Infax sighed, the city lord is a good city lord, and it can be seen from the fact that he can reuse him as a commoner, and he can still listen to his own opinions, and he does not treat people under his status with a haughty attitude.

It's a pity that the two hobbies of the city lord are really a headache for Infax.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Calder. Since there had been no strange troubadours in the city for a long time, I thought of bringing you here to hear about it, forgetting that Mr. Calder was also a troubadour. ”

"It's okay, it's good for me to listen to other people's storytelling skills."

Sitting on the second floor, Sean could easily see the troubadour on stage, and it seemed that Infix had thought about it and chose a good place.

When the troubadour talks about the wonderful things, there are often people sitting in the front who stand up and cheer, and if the people sitting in the back do not stand up together, they will not see what is happening on the stage, and the troubadour's voice will be drowned out by the voices of others because of the cheers.

And Sean and Infax sit on the second floor without this concern, and Sean will naturally receive Infax's affection.

"So, Mr. Calder has been to many places, and Miss Hale Caesar knows that you are coming to the city of Malte, so she asked you to send me an invitation."

"Well, that's right, but I didn't expect it to be so close."

For so long, that weird woman didn't want to take two more steps, didn't she know that she would walk more and live to be a hundred years old?!

Not showing it, Infax nodded after hearing this.

Just as he was about to ask something more, there was a cheer from downstairs.

There were some familiar voices, and Sean looked down, and it turned out to be Madsen, the soldier guarding the door today, and a bunch of friends and the like, who were applauding the troubadour.

"Has it begun? Let's listen to the story of this troubadour first. ”

Infix suggested, and Shaun had no objection, but he also wanted to hear what stories the troubadours of the other world had in their mouths.

At Peter's Good Time Tavern, this is also the tavern that Sean has spent the longest time.

It's a pity that the guys on the battlefield, in addition to drinking and having fun, the stories of characters like troubadours are probably not as exciting as the experiences of adventurers.

Therefore, Sean also had to pay one-tenth of his daily income for a glass of ale, as a reward, in order to hear different stories from the adventurers.

Maybe it's because of anticipation, or maybe it's because I haven't heard a troubadour perform for a long time.

Sean put down the wine in his hand and didn't touch even the steaming food in front of him.

Like the rest of the tavern, there was a lot of expectation for the troubadour.

The strange troubadour, dressed in simple but clean clothes, took off his gray yarke hat and bowed around.

Under the expectation of everyone, he spoke: "In a forest, there are three little pigs. They lost their parents when they were young, because there was an insatiable big bad wolf in the forest, and their parents made a promise to provide the big bad wolf with a pig every year in order to protect the young piglets. In the first year, Daddy Pig smiled in the reluctance of the ignorant little pig and said that he was going to a far away place and it would take a long time to come back. In the second year, the mother pig held back her cry with tears and hugged the three little pigs who were one year old, saying that she was going to find the father pig, and the piglets had grown up and should take good care of themselves, so they left. Since then, the three little pigs have not seen their parents again......"