Harold quickly put the stalker behind him, just reminding himself to be more vigilant in the future, he had a hunch that the mysterious guy would jump out sooner or later.

Only a thousand days to be a thief, how can there be a thousand days to prevent thieves, and the next time he meets that guy, he will never let him escape again. So now Harold does whatever he has to do, and he doesn't bother with this kind of thing at all.

What really bothered him was the cost of living, he had too little cash at his disposal, and he had to find a part-time job to alleviate the dilemma of lack of money.

Going to take on a quest from the Adventurer's Guild? But classes are about to resume, and often it takes at least two days to go back and forth for a task, and there is no free time at all.

Turning back to that clothing store and patiently doing a kanban "mother" for an afternoon? Well, that's very easy, but once the door to the new world is opened, it's not so easy to close.

"What the hell are we going to do? It's better to move bricks. Harold was secretly distressed, and he wandered aimlessly down the street.

Suddenly, his ears moved, and the sound from a nearby tavern caught his attention and stopped him. Listen intently to the tavern as the bards sing legendary tales.

It was a tale of a legendary knight from the founding days of the Western Empire, which Harold often heard in the tavern.

Only this time, he listened to it for a while, and pondered some flavors in his heart. Just smiled slightly, and walked into the tavern with the sign engraved "Master Drunkard".

The tavern was small in size, with only six or seven wine tables. But it's a tough battle away from the canal crossing, so there's no worry that no one comes to drink.

The tavern looked a little old, and Harold, with his pretty, delicate face, was a little out of tune as soon as he entered the room.

And he was alone when he came in, which made it even more amazing.

The various people in the tavern who were drinking, including boatmen, sailors, traveling merchants, and adventurers, all turned their eyes to each other.

Harold ignored these gazes, after all, this beautiful and delicate face basically didn't bring him any good things, but he would often encounter annoyances such as being cast all kinds of gazes, but Harold had now cultivated to a certain level, and he directly ignored these gazes.

In addition, a little maid of thirteen or fourteen years old was looking at her curiously, and the bard, who had just sung poetry, was sitting in the corner of the tavern by the window, and from the window he could see the waters of the canal and the sailboats on the canal.

Compared with Harold, the pseudo-"men's beauty", the person dressed as a bard is the real "men's beauty". The bard had a healthy pale wheat skin, short ear-length hair with slightly purple tips, and a cloak that did not cover her bulging breasts. She wore a lambskin felt hat on her head, calfskin boots, and tight black leather pants that framed her legs, and her legs were cocked, and her slender fingers held a small white harp that seemed to be made of some creature's teeth.

Harold glanced at the people in the tavern, and then walked up to the bard.

"This young lady, can you reward your companion with a few thin noodles, so that I can tell a story in this tavern too?"

The woman looked up and scrutinized Harold's face, and Harold saw some hostility, a hint of confusion, and more disdain in her brown eyes.

"Are you really a bard? I didn't bring any musical instruments with me! Why should I give you my place? ”

Harold sighed secretly, he knew that his current appearance was likely to make some women naturally hostile, and he didn't bring anything, and the other party might even mistake himself for a practitioner of bad customs.

But he doesn't care about these things, after all, with such a look, he can feel the offensive gaze every day. But if everyone cares about everything because of this, they may have to draw a knife and cut people every day, and they will be tired of living like that.

"I'm not a bard, but like you, I'm just a storyteller, a porter of stories."

As he spoke, Harold picked up a copper plate from a table, politely asked an uncle, who looked like a traveling merchant, to pour in some wine, and then he took a copper spoon from the table.

After doing this, under the inexplicable gaze of the people in the tavern, he turned back to the woman dressed as a bard.

Harold held a copper plate in one hand and a copper spoon in the other, and he said firmly, "This is my instrument!" ”

"What are you kidding?" The woman was a little annoyed and turned away from him.

The twelve or thirteen-year-old maid on the side said, "Sister Yumia, you might as well let him try." ”

"Helen, why are you looking at outsiders, this girl?"

"Someone replaced my sister's interest, and my sister would take the time to help me receive guests. Otherwise, I would be tired to death every day. ”

"Didn't I wash the plates and glasses every day? I'll still count the accounts while you're sleeping. ”

At this time, a port worker who was more familiar with the sisters interrupted their argument and said, "You two sisters have a good relationship. But ah, I think this pretty girl is so confident that she might be able to tell some novel stories. ”

Others also helped at this time, and to say that Harold didn't care about any "pretty girl" must be false, but now that someone is helping him, he is not really hard to argue, so he can only comfort himself: "Heh, this face still has some benefits!" ”

After all, the girl is thin-skinned, and seeing so many people helping Harold, Yumia pursed her lips and gave up her seat with a look of disgrief, she wanted to see what story this "bewitching slut" in front of her could tell.

Harold sat down in his seat, placed the copper plate on the windowsill, and tapped it with a copper spoon, which "hummed" and reverberated in the small tavern.

In the original world before he traveled to this world, during the days when he lived in the southeast corner of the Eurasian continent, he ran to the teahouse every morning to drink morning tea and listen to the commentary, and he didn't know how many times he had read that process.

It's just a storytelling, but it's the first time he's talking. Looking at the serious and curious tavern people below, Harold, who had a very good psychological quality, actually felt a little nervous, and his palm clenched the spoon slightly.

"This world is full of strange things. But there are millions of worlds, and the worlds outside of these millions of worlds are different and distinctive! ”

Yumia frowned, and she asked the question in the hearts of everyone in the tavern, "Millions of worlds? Is there really one? ”

Harold was afraid that his state would be cut off, so he ignored Yumia and continued: "It is said that there is such a world, where the giants who eat humans are rampant, and the surviving humans have built three layers of fifty-meter-high walls to isolate the giants and survive!" ”

Harold paused slightly, he found that his accent was a little strange, and he understood that half of the Cantonese blood in his body played a role, and he actually had a little Cantonese accent in the words he had just spoken about this world.

However, the audience didn't care about his special accent, and began to discuss it in a whisper, after all, the story sounded super novel at the beginning.

"Giants? Is it the steppe trolls that used to roam the eastern steppes? Hasn't it been completely wiped out? ”

(Harold, Lilina, and Edith eliminated forest trolls with an average height of three to five meters, while steppe trolls were seven to eight meters tall, and the last recorded discovery was recorded a hundred years ago.) ）

"Didn't you hear the explanation that this is another world? Does the other world understand?! ”

"I understand, I just think the humans there are too weak."

"Not weak! To be able to build three 50-meter-long circular walls, at least a lot of magicians who are good at the earth system need to help. ”

The audience whispered.

Yumia was a little surprised, she had never seen such a story told at such an opening, and she changed her disdain just now and listened seriously.

Harold continued: "The three walls are called Xena, Ruth, and Maria from the inside out, and the giants come from the south, and each wall extends four great urn cities to attract the giants' attention. The southernmost city of Urn is called Higanhina District, and our protagonist lives in this town. He was a kid that year, his name was Alan Yeyer, and although he was young, he already had an alias: Alan Howl Yeyer. ”

He had two best friends, Mikasa Ackerman, a black-haired girl who always wore a red scarf. There is also a yellow-haired girl with a low self-esteem and weakness, oh no, the young Armin Arnold. The three of them lived an average life within the walls, until one day, the people inside the walls finally remembered the fear of being dominated by giants......."

Harold spoke smoothly about how the oversized giants kicked through the gates, how Allen's mother was eaten by the giants, and how Uncle Hannes rescued the Allen trio.

This made everyone worry, and just then, Harold tapped the copper plate with a spoon, signaling the end of the first part of the story.

At this time, the empathetic Hailin brought him a cup of tea, while Yumia on the other side asked him seriously if he could make himself happy.

Harold replied: "Naturally, you can just listen to the plot and play it according to your own ideas." ”

As for the people in the tavern, it was the first time they had heard such a novel story, and it was such a novel way of telling a story, that they did not leave any of them. Including the people in the middle of the story when they entered the tavern later, they were also attracted to the story, and whispered to ask the others what the plot was in front of them.

The diligent Hailin kept bringing a few stools for them to sit down, and the audience in this tavern gathered more and more, which made Xiao Hailin smile, and today's revenue must be much more than usual.

Harold took a sip of tea, and small bubbles with the scent of tea exploded in his mouth. The tea in this world is very different from the original world, although the taste is not much different, the tea in this world will emit a lot of small bubbles with the aroma of tea like soda. In fact, Harold used to drink tea and thought that it would be fun if tea could bubble like soda, but he didn't expect that this new world really has such a thing.

After drinking tea and quenching his thirst, Harold spoke slowly.

This will have an accompaniment, and the effect will be even better.

Accompanied by Yumia's up-and-coming song, Harold tells the story of the Armored Giant's breaking the door, Allen's oath of revenge, and the various people and things that Allen met in his time as a trainer, until the super-large giant broke down again.

Of course, he still made some slight corrections, such as how the three-dimensional motorized device could fly in the sky, and he used the explanation that this was a "magical" effect, so that the audience could understand.

Before you know it, the sun is setting, and the orange rays of the sunset light illuminate the tavern with a packed audience.

Harold saw that it was almost time, and was ready to put an end to the tavern storytelling for the time being.

“...... Eren single-handedly failed to stop the super-large giant's goal, and a human attack and defense battle against the giant was about to begin. Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown. ”

"When will you come back?!" Someone in the audience asked questions.

Harold replied, "Next weekend, at the same time, in the same place." ”

"Don't forget!"

"That's it! Come by all means. ”

Harold nodded, and the audience began to leave.

"What do you think Eren will do next?"

"Don't care about Alan, Mikasa is amazing, they are the first place in one hundred and four issues."

"I don't think so, Allen's kid is hot-blooded and self-motivated. Mikasa only cares about Alan, she doesn't have that motivation. ”

A few people on this side were eagerly discussing.

"How did you say that the oversized giants and the armored giants suddenly appeared and disappeared?"

"I think it's stealth magic."

"Bah, who has the ability to use invisible magic to make things more than ten meters, dozens of meters invisible?"

"Hey, didn't you say it was another world? Maybe there is such a powerful magic, after all, the magic used magic to erect a fifty-meter huge wall. ”

A few people on that side are analyzing in this direction.

It seems that the audience of any world is the same.

Little Helin had a smile on her face, and she bowed shallowly to the customers who walked out of the tavern one after another.

When the guests were gone, she excitedly walked towards Yumia and Harold.

"Sister, I made a lot of money today." Little Hailin turned to Harold again and said, "Thanks to you, what is your name, sister?" ”

Harold was expressionless: "Harold Vasa." ”

"This.... It sounds like a man's name. ”

"I'm a man." Harold was tired of explaining.

"Uh... Well..... Yes? Little Helen began to be shocked, and Harold didn't bother to explain, but turned his head to look at the busy scene of the canal in the evening.

Yumia gave little Helen a look, and Little Helen took out a handful of silver coins from her pocket understandingly.

"Well, twelve, this is one-third of today's profit, one-third of me, one-third of my sister, and this one-third is counted as your reward today, brother. I'm going to dig out the ledger. With that, Xiao Hailin ran to another room.

Harold and Yumia were left in the tavern, and Yumia asked, "How did you come up with this interesting story?" ”

Harold took a teacup and drank his tea, and he replied, "I didn't make it up." ”

Yumia Qi said: "You didn't make it up, who came up with it?" ”

"It's just hearsay, I heard about it at the foot of an unknown hill called Mt. Soika, and I don't know who the author is." Harold replied calmly, glancing at Yumia. "You're trying to figure out how to come up with a story like this, right?"

Yumia, the tavern proprietor who works as a bard, was silent, but her eyes betrayed her mind.

"I read a lot of stories. It's interesting.,But it's too reliant on inherent history and myths and legends.,It's better to say that most of them are fanfics produced under the inherent system of this world.。 ”

"Doujin?"

"Oh, it's derived from the myths and legends and history of this world, borrowing a lot of things that already existed."

"Well, I see." Yumia tapped her chin with her finger and began to think.

"You might as well jump out of the old world, think about a new world, and be the 'god' of that world." Harold put down his teacup. "I didn't bother to think about it, so I couldn't make up any interesting stories. I think you might be able to create interesting worlds if you're a little bit more diligent. ”

"To be the 'god' of the new world? ...... Well, thank you. Yumia's face flushed slightly, she had been a little uncomfortable since she had just known that the person in front of her was a man.

"Wow, brother, do you know how my sister wants to be a bard?" Little Hailin walked out of the back room with the ledger.

Yumia blushed, "Don't.... Don't talk nonsense. ”

Xiao Hailin said without scruples: "It was a few years ago, when I was only eight years old. There was a white-bearded, fifty-year-old grandfather, who was also very fond of singing poetry and telling stories, and his sister's little white harp was given by the old man. So my sister has a heart that wants to be a bard. ”

"This girl, don't talk nonsense." Yumia blushed. "And you didn't take out the pen, how can I keep the account?"

Xiao Hailin stuck out her tongue: "I forgot." ”

Yumia grabbed the ledger and hurried into the back room.

Harold smiled slightly, but he found that little Helen was staring at him intently.

Harold was a little puzzled: "What's wrong?" ”

"No, nothing. Just thinking of a poem that the old man sang a few years ago. ”

Harold was a little curious: "What kind of poetry is it?" ”

Xiao Hailin frowned, she thought for a few seconds, and then said: "It seems that some apocalyptic poetry is mentioned, and the first sentence seems to mention some beautiful boy, and my brother you read will remember that poem." Oh, when I think about it, it seems to be a 'man with a face like a bewitching queen'. ”

Harold's face changed slightly, and he asked, "Is there anything else behind?" ”

"There seems to be some other wonderful things like 'shark', 'deer king', 'demon wolf', 'hydra', 'giant with a hundred eyes and a hundred hands'." The little girl still remembers things like gods and monsters quite clearly, but she can't remember anything else.

Harold pondered as Yumia came out of the back room.

Afterwards, Harold took his pay as usual and said goodbye to the sisters, promising to come back the following weekend.

When Harold turned the corner, he was gone.

Yumia remembered that after she came out of the back room, she seemed to see Harold's expression a little solemn, and she asked her sister, "What did you just say to him?" ”

Xiao Hailin was worried that she would be blamed by her sister for saying something wrong, so she told a little lie: "I didn't say anything, I just recommended my sister to the little brother." ”

"Recommended? Yes? Dead girl, looking for a fight. He looks so much like a woman, how can I.... How could it be of interest to him? ”