In the next few days, Wei Xu was almost twenty-four hours of non-stop work, and finally exhausted all his medicinal materials and prepared more than a hundred bottles of disease-removing elixirs, it took two hours to start the configuration, and gradually practice makes perfect, and it took less than half an hour to configure a bottle. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIf it weren't for the running out of materials, Wei Xu estimated that he would continue to configure, and five more people would have become ill in two days. Fortunately, Wei Xu's potion was not mixed with water, and it was discovered early, and those five were quickly cured and brought back. The guards now have three bottles of anti-disease medicine from Wei Xufa, and when they saw that the sick ones were directly caught and irrigated, the disease was curbed a lot, and today was the last day that there was no case of illness, and it was estimated that it was related to the fact that the guards had strengthened their night duties, maybe the vampire had left.

Looking at the gradually darkening sky outside the house, Wei Xu stretched his waist and locked the storefront to go to the crab carapace, the only hotel in the town, to mix some food, after all, it has been three days without a drop of water.

Although there has been some rumor in the town in recent days, the taverns at this point are still relatively lively. Before I could open the door, I could hear the voice of the bard singing from inside.

"The years have passed, and the time has been lush.

When we sing about wine, we pray that war will pass.

Cloak of Storm, defeated remnants.

Swear to seize the homeland, iron and blood as the basis.

The traitor Uflik, the murderer of kings!

Your elegy, sing into the clouds.

A child of the skyrim, with the fate of a warrior.

The soul returns to Soronga, the holy realm of honor

The sky is clear, and it should be cleared.

Whatever you wish at night, you should also protect its purity! ……”

There was a cheer from inside, Wei Xu pushed open the door, and the jumping firelight reflected a crowd gathered together, probably the new bard sang more popularly.

Wei Xu went straight to the bar, ordered three steaks, five bread and a large jar of fruit wine, found a remote location and ate dinner silently, while listening to the singing from there. The applause of the crowd did not last long, and the sound of a lute was remembered, this time by the voice of a teenager:

"The years have passed, and the time has been lush.

When we sing about wine, we pray that war will pass.

The lackeys of the empire, the remnants of the defeated army.

Swear to seize the homeland, iron and blood as the basis.

Praise be to Uffric, the fate of the Most High King!

Sing your hymn to the clouds.

……”

Another version of "The War Is Dying" but it sounds like the Stormcloak Occupation, during the Civil War, the Bard, although he is not strong, can not stand the singing of his composition, so as to earn his own prestige while suppressing the morale of the other side.

At the end of the song, there was another round of applause, and generally this point in the tavern is nothing more than mercenaries and ruffians, bounty hunters and the like, without the slightest sense of camp, just listen to a little music and have fun, who sings well will applaud whoever sings well, and who sings interestingly.

After the young bard finished singing, the older bard, who had sung the imperial version before, said angrily, "Where did the little rabbit cub come from, before his hair grows, he came to demagogue and act as a spy for the rebels." As he spoke, he swung his fist and struck it, and the young poet could not stand the beating of the older poet, and was thrown to the ground in three or two, and the lute in his hand was also damaged. There was a commotion in the crowd, but no one went to pull the fight. The tavern maid was so frightened that she hid back in her room, and the tavern owner hid under the bar. Bards travel all over the world, and they are generally still a little skilled, which of the ordinary people dares to step forward to pull the rack.

The older poet was so angry that he had to go up and kick the young poet twice before he would stop. Wei Xu finally couldn't stand it anymore, and a backhand arc slashed, hitting the elder poet's calf, the elder poet's body jerked, his leg lost its strength and collapsed to the ground, his hair exploded and turned into a hedgehog head.

Wei Xu's shot was very secretive, and few people found out. The young poet held his head and waited for a long time, not waiting for the imaginary storm to move his punches and kicks, and when he looked up, he found that his beater was already paralyzed on the ground, and his whole body was convulsing. The young man hurriedly got up, hastily cleaned up the lute that had been folded in half, and thought about it to see if he could use it if he could repair it, after all, this lute was given to him by his master, and now a lute on the market would cost three or four silver coins, and he couldn't afford it.

The crowd of onlookers saw that the fight was over, so they slowly dispersed, discussing with each other the highlights of the performance just now.

"The years have passed, and the time has been lush.

The long song should cry, and the war has never left.

The lackeys of the Empire, the rebels of the storm.

A blood-spilled homeland, a trick of the elves. ……”

The young poet hurriedly packed up his belongings and walked to the inn's lodging for the bards, passing by a yellow-skinned boy of seventeen or eighteen in a blue cloth robe, and heard the young man humming the poem "The War Is Dying", but the words were changed very harmoniously, and as for the content of the words......

"The traitor Uflik, the blue coat of the king's killer!

The High King, Toyk, bears the name of a lackey.

A child of the skyrim, with the fate of a warrior.

The soul returns to Soronga, the holy realm of honor

The sky is clear, and it should be cleared.

Who guards its purity! ”

It's very ...... How so? Neutral, right. The young poet felt that the person who filled in this kind of word was not simple, and he had no position or that he had written this poem from the standpoint of an ordinary commoner. And the young man in front of him is also bold and dares to sing such words that offend everyone. And in this world, there is just one person who is so bold at this time, and that is Wei Xu, who is from the 21st century, and equality and sovereignty in education run throughout.

"Sir, I would like to ask who wrote this poem of yours?" The young poet asked cautiously.

"Myself." Wei Xu lay lazily on the chair, poured a large sip of fruit wine, and then swallowed it little by little, savoring the sweet and sour.

"I don't understand, why do you criticize both the Imperial Army and the Lord of Uflik? Who else can we praise in that case? Seeing Wei Xu so casual, the young poet also relaxed his posture a little and sat on the chair opposite Wei Xu.

"I ask you, who ceded the hammer?" When he swallowed a sip of fruit wine, Wei Xu looked directly into the eyes of the young poet.

"Everyone knows this, it's the ...... of the empire" After all, the young poet's spiritual power is not as strong as Wei Xu, a person who often exercises spells, and he didn't dare to look at him for a while.

"Who forbade the people of Skyrim to worship the Holy Spirit Talus and expelled him from the seat of the Nine Holy Spirits?" Wei Xu asked.

"It's the ...... of the Empire"

"So should this kind of land reparation of the empire, similar to Sammer's lackeys, be spurned?" Wei Xu didn't care about the young poet's answer, and muttered the words "loss of power and humiliation of the country" to himself, and suddenly remembered the black history of China at the end of the Qing Dynasty.

"So shouldn't Lord Ufflik be commended for bravely standing up against the Imperial army, to bring the Eight Holy Spirits back to the Nine Holy Spirits, and to destroy the invading Sammerians?" Perhaps the young poet was inspired by his words, and couldn't help but stare at Wei Xu with a flushed face.

"Before Uflik started the civil war, there were one hundred and eighty-three families in the town of Helgen, surrounded by six villages, large and small, three of which had at least one farmer in each village, wheat fields everywhere, and every household had a surplus every year. Seventy-two families remained in the town of Helgen, and all the surrounding villages were razed to the ground, leaving all the farms in ruins. You say, is he Uflik doing a good thing or a bad thing? Wei Xu glanced at the young poet lightly, drank the last sip of wine, and without waiting for him to answer, turned around and walked out of the hotel.

The young poet behind him stood for a long time before he could react, and when he looked around, he realized that the man who had opened a door for his thinking had left.

"Only those who make civilians live happily deserve to be praised, and all actions that break this calm are to blame...... It's all the fault of the war. The young poet pondered, and went back to his bed, for the night he reckoned to be unable to sleep.