June 1014 in the Ronan calendar.

People survived the hot noon, and in this cool evening, they met and walked out of their homes and strolled through the orderly streets of the royal capital.

The sky is fading, the stars are gradually revealing their figures, and the slender crescent moon is gradually rising.

The streets were filled with torches and oil lamps. Warm yellow lights dispel the darkness and illuminate the streets.

A beautiful song accompanied by the melodious sound of the piano passed far away.

It's a bard.

He sat in the middle of the square and interpreted the magnificent story with his singing.

His surroundings were already filled with people. They surrounded the bard in the center. Among them, there are aristocratic ladies with fragrant cheeks full of fantasies, and there are commoners who show yearning. There are also interested aristocrats.

At this moment, the gap in identity no longer seems so obvious. People of all identities sit together, listening to the soul-washing voices of the people, relying on the stories in them, killing the boring time.

The bard entertained the masses with his emotionally charged voice. The story he tells today is also what the public is most willing to hear. It is a story about the new king of the Celts, Arthur.

The time period of the story is the time period when Arthur obtained the Hallows. There were some minor revisions and fabrications to make the story more dramatic. This is a common tactic of bards, a small means of attracting listeners more.

Zheng Ming, who had just come out of the tavern and was shrouded in black robes, squeezed in with interest when he heard the story about Arthur.

As a person concerned, he was very curious about how the other party would sing about that experience.

The bard's narration is clear to the ear, and the general story hasn't changed much. It's probably some interesting things that happened during their trip to the psychedelic forest.

For one of the lords, Miss Artshur's favor and pursuit. There are also those stories about the moon before the flowers, and the love of beautiful women. Zheng Ming smiled noncommittally.

I wonder how Arthur, who has a serious attitude and is tightly wrapped in iron armor all day, will react when he hears these stories?

The Bard's narrative is fast-paced, and the story is momentarily on top of the battle with the Dorn. Elven Fenway does not appear in his story, and in his description, Arthur leads the young nobles to fight the beasts and fight the Dornish, eventually destroying all the Dornish.

Even the soldiers who participated at that time did not know much about the existence of Elf Fenwei. The whole story was only clear to a small group of people, so Zheng Ming didn't have too much disgust with the story of the bard, and just listened to it with relish.

Just like that, before you know it, the story is told to a climax. After the bard portrays several noble sons who fail to pull up the golden scabbard, Arthur, the protagonist of this story, finally appears.

When everyone was defeated, Arthur strode out. Under the expectant gaze of defeat, he pulled out the golden scabbard and held it high to the top. Immediately after the golden light, the elf appeared. And I wish Arthur that he will become a qualified monarch and disappear without a trace.

After Arthur shouted, "I will be the king of the Celts", the golden scabbard melted into Arthur's body like flowing water.

Hearing the majestic Arthur in the bard's story, I think of the tragic situation of Arthur in reality. Zheng Ming couldn't help but sneer.

As for the elf Fenway, who disappeared without a trace and is still unfathomable, it has been adapted into a mascot-like existence that gives blessings. Even its appearance has been described as a small thing the size of a fist, with wings on its back and radiating light. This point hit Zheng Ming's laughter even more.

When everyone's faces were full of adoration, when everyone was holding their breath and listening, Zheng Ming's laughter was undoubtedly harsh and conspicuous.

Soon, the unhappy faces of the crowd locked their eyes on the figure shrouded in black robes.

Seeing the people below, because of this untimely laughter, they had no intention of listening intently. The bard stopped his fluctuating harp's hand and stood up and looked over.

"Is the story I tell that funny?"

"Haha. No no. You spoke very well and the description was vivid. Just like the real thing. ”

"The story I am singing is the real experience of the king. Or did you hear the rest from somewhere else? ”

The bard recalled the story that had been sent to him and his own account before, and his tone became more and more determined.

"I haven't heard anything else. I laughed before because I thought about the funny things in the past, and I wasn't laughing at you. Just because what I just said was a slip of the tongue. I'm sorry. ”

Anyone who is telling a story and is interrupted by laughter will feel unhappy. Zheng Ming thought that he was rude first, and planned to apologize generously and leave.

After all these years, he has long passed the stage of abusing his privileges and embarrassing the civilians. People are just trying to eat, so why should they do things desperately?

Yet he thought so, but the bard didn't. The bard seemed to have some hole cards, and he spoke confidently, stopping Zheng Ming, who wanted to turn around and leave.

"Don't go! If you don't make it clear today, you can't leave. Since I'm not wrong, you're not laughing at me. Can I understand that you are laughing at the protagonists of my story, King of Celts, Lord Arthur? ”

Zheng Ming, who originally wanted to calm things down, raised his eyebrows after hearing the other party's words and stopped.

"You actually laughed at the experience of the king when he was young? The outfit of hiding his whereabouts is also questionable. In my opinion, you are either a remnant of a rebel or a spy sent by another kingdom. ”

After two sentences, the surrounding groups opened the distance with vigilant faces, and Zheng Ming was suddenly left alone, standing in place.

"Don't let him run. The situation has been reported to the sheriff, and it is believed that they will come soon. ”

At the instigation of the bards, the reaction of the masses was mixed. The aristocratic ladies were so frightened that they left one after another, and some of the nobles watched from afar under the protection of their subordinates. Judging by their expressions of interest, it seems that the current situation is far more interesting than the previous story.

There are those who flee, and of course there will be those who are brave enough to approach. I saw a few sturdy civilians squeezing through the crowd and surrounding Zheng Ming in the center.

Of course, it was impossible for these people to stop Zheng Ming at this time. In this world where soldiers are generally in their teens and most of the strong are not more than level 30, after years of war devouring and naturally absorbing Yuan Qi, Zheng Ming, who has reached level 39, can be said to be standing at the top.

As long as he breaks through, these seemingly vicious people will scatter and flee like sheep invaded by tigers.

However, Zheng Ming didn't plan to make a move, these were all Arthur's nationals. He didn't want to be tempted by some misunderstanding that would take a moment to get into. Of course, not wanting to be nagged by Arthur and Lancelot in turn after causing a riot is also one thing.

Seeing Zheng Ming standing there calmly and calmly as if he was nothing, the bard faintly noticed it.

"Whoever you are, mocking the king is not to be spared. Look at your fearless attitude, which family is the gentleman, right? I advise you to take off your hood and show your face. I had good personal friends with a lot of aristocrats, and I used to play shows for them. If it's one of those I know, I can help you say a few words when the time comes. ”

"Hey. Did you hear that? Do you understand what you've done? I'm kind enough to give you the stairs. ”

"Hmph. It's unbelievable. Looks like I'm thinking too much. ”

Zheng Ming ignored the bard's advice. Just as he was secretly yawning, waiting for this oolong to end early, suddenly there was a commotion outside the crowd.

"It's the king's guard."

"It brought in the palace guards. Did we catch a big fish? ”

As he spoke, the guards, dressed in fine knight armor, strode through the flow of people that had automatically separated.

"I'm Lord Cohen's Bard—Cyrus......"

The guards who arrived in a hurry ignored the bard's self-introduction, and they ran in two columns to stand in front of Zheng Ming. Then he stepped aside.

Under the push of the guard, the space enlarged again. I saw a familiar figure striding out of the middle.

"It's still as pomp and circumstance as ever. Gawain. ”

Hearing Zheng Ming's joke, Gao Wen smiled, and then said, "No way, it's convenient to act." You're really hard for me to find. The king hath an urgent matter and summons us to counsel. ”

"Now? In such a hurry? ”

As he spoke, Zheng Ming looked up at the starry night sky.

"Now! It's urgent. ”

After receiving Gao Wen's affirmative reply, Zheng Ming restrained his casual attitude, and his tone began to be solemn.

"Okay. Hurry. ”

After speaking, Zheng Ming took the lead and walked in the direction of the royal capital. The Guards also closed up and followed in the footsteps of the two men in front of them.

Before leaving, Gawain turned around and glanced at the bard who was standing on the spot, and asked Zheng Ming with a curious face, "Cohen's intelligence organization?" How did his men get involved with you? What happened? ”

Zheng Ming took off the hood on his head, revealing his handsome face that was highly recognizable.

"Nothing. It's just some farce caused by the distraction. ”

Gao Wen glanced at Zheng Ming, who was indifferent, and let out a sudden laugh.

"Haha. Just because of your bad character, coupled with the name of your recent hero, you will be in trouble? Why do you teach them a hard lesson by identifying yourself? ”

Zheng Ming glanced at Gao Wen, who was still laughing, and didn't say anything.

What is it that makes Arthur summon him at night?

He looked in the direction of the royal capital and quickened his pace.