Because the demon race has not been completely wiped out, the atmosphere of the entire human society is still tense and heavy. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Every day in Torit, young recruits who have been trained for a period of time are sent out of the city, and until they leave, they do not know their destination, and even the content of the battle is kept secret.

For the whereabouts of these expatriate troops, the people in the city have their own guesses, most of the people at the bottom think that they are just going to exterminate the remnants of the demon army, so their expressions are very relaxed, many people even greet these soldiers with a smile, and some people are cheering for this military appearance that is not strict at all.

As for the academic faction and the aristocratic faction, there is a difference in performance, and the students of the academic faction have a trace of anxiety on their faces, they know some inside information, so they feel that time is urgent. Everyone is in a hurry, and a delay of one second is a great sin, and it is irresponsible to human beings.

The aristocrats were also in no mood to have fun, and most of them gathered in twos and threes to talk about the state of the front, and even the gentlemen put away their temperament and listened after the elders, and from time to time some young people expressed their opinions and opinions.

Of course, some of these speeches can be affirmed by the old nobles, and some only provoke ridicule and disdain, and it is also a pleasure for Zhang Sheng to watch the young nobles in Torit City either high-spirited or blushing.

Picking up the coffee sent by the little maid, after taking a shallow sip, the corners of Zhang Sheng's eyes twitched slightly, he forcibly swallowed the expired coffee in his mouth, and left the window with a bitter face. A bird's-eye view of Torit City from this 50-meter-high place really has a feeling of seeing all the mountains, but if you see too much, it will be blown by the wind and feel uncomfortable, and if you don't pay attention, you will even be in danger of catching a cold.

"Did you give those manuscripts to the bards the way I said?" Rubbing his stiff face that was blown by the cold wind with his hands, Zhang Sheng's indistinct words came out through his fingers.

"Yes, young master, but their reaction is very cold, and I am worried that the result will not meet the young master's expectations." The little maid replied weakly, and her voice became a little weak.

The reason for this is completely due to hunger, since the day before yesterday, the only thing the two of them have eaten in the past three days is a small piece of black bread. After two days without food, Miria was about to lose the strength to get out of bed.

Glancing at Miria with apologetic eyes, Zhang Sheng stood in front of the window again and looked out, and found that some bards had already taken to the streets, talking something in the lively streets.

The bards soon gathered around them a number of idlers, including wealthy merchants and aristocrats, as well as students who wanted to relax. Of course, the most are the people at the bottom who love to join in the fun.

Good eyesight allows Zhang Sheng to clearly see the faces of those listeners from the initial indifference, to the gradual attraction, and then to the attentive listening, which undoubtedly indicates that his plagiarism is a success. This made him nod his head with great satisfaction, and turned back to the little maid and boasted: "Don't worry, if the plan is successful, they will soon come and beg us to sell them, and you must be ruthless when the time comes, so that you can get a high price." ”

"Yes, young master, even if it weren't for you, Miria would do it. You have been in arrears of wages for the past six months. ”

The little maid's expressionless complaint made Zhang Sheng's face flush with embarrassment, he quickly turned his head, pretending to continue to observe, and at the same time scolded in his heart: "You were the one who secretly climbed into my bed in the middle of the night, why didn't you die so hard to ask for money at that time?" ”

seemed to have guessed Zhang Sheng's belly, and the voice of the little maid sounded closely: "Milia, who was still an ignorant girl, didn't know that following the young master would be so 'moneyless', my sisters told me that the alchemist was the richest person, was I deceived by them?" ”

This sentence made Zhang Sheng feel extremely aggrieved, the alchemist is indeed a rich person, even if he is an alchemy apprentice, he can definitely be called a rich man, after all, those who can get this title have the strength to refine products that can make money, such as magic equipment, potions, poisons, and ancillary products such as ****, these things can be sold at a high price in human society.

Because of this, the civilian maids hired by the academy would be proud to climb into the alchemist's master's bed. Whether it is becoming an alchemist's lover or a bed partner, this is enough to make them worry about food and clothing for the rest of their lives, and there is nothing more worthy of investment in the world than this. This phenomenon has become commonplace in almost all academies, and has gradually formed a special custom.

According to Milia herself, it is because of this custom that she chooses to sneak into Zhang Sheng's bed in the middle of the night. However, it is clear that her natural attributes make her not think about the results of this at all, and compared to her peers, she can be said to have made the most wrong choice, and the suffering, burdening, and poverty that followed became a matter of course.

"Hmph, master, my 'money' is unlimited, will I tell them? Miria, you have to learn to take a long-term view, and the young master will definitely become a legend in the future. Although he was a little annoyed and angry, Zhang Sheng finally remembered the good of the little maid, with such a down-and-out self, the little maid had no other grievances except for occasional complaints, and served herself well every day, really treating herself as her man. Speaking of which, I often lose my temper with her, and I don't feel happy for her, will it be too much? .

"In the future, you will definitely live happier than any woman." Again, he emphasized.

The little maid looked at Zhang Sheng's back, and there was no surprise in her eyes. She is not a purebred natural stay, at least not as natural as the young master said, after experiencing that nightmare-like night, she has also fantasized countless times, if she didn't make a choice, or make other choices, will she live a happier life?

But this illusion disappeared imperceptibly in his relationship with Zhang Sheng, perhaps because he witnessed him get into a fight with those who laughed at her and was beaten to the point that his nose and face were swollen, and when he returned home, he lied to her that he had fallen. Maybe it was because not long ago, when there was only one loaf of bread left in the house, he lied to her and said that someone had invited him to dinner. Maybe it's ....... Too many lies and excuses made her unable to doubt her original choice with peace of mind, and when she came back to her senses, her heart had been deceived by Zhang Sheng.

Recalling the past, a trace of sweetness and emotion appeared on Miria's face, she nodded lightly, and regardless of whether Zhang Sheng could see it or not, she showed a happy smile to herself.

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Looking at the crowd gathering in front of him, the smile on Kotisaru's face became brighter, and his tongue became more and more clever. He hadn't been so excited for a long time, and the singing skills he had cultivated over the years were fully reflected at this moment, and the ups and downs of a short plot were rendered by him, causing the faces of the audience below to change several times, he was like a puppeteer, using that magical tongue to pull everyone's joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

"How long has it been since I've seen this?" Kotisaru thought half-heartedly as he spoke. He remembered that the last time he had seen an audience of this magnitude had been ten years ago, when the battle between humans and demons was at its worst, so the bards also recited the stories of heroes who had risen to prominence in the war according to the needs of the audience.

At that time, such stories were the most popular among the people, and because there was no hope, the more popular they were, and often a less clever bard could attract a large audience, but such scenes have rarely occurred since the defeat of the demons.

Because of the invasion of demons, the economy of human society has regressed significantly, and the life of the bard is becoming more and more difficult. After all, they are not industrialists, and they can only rely on the handouts of their listeners to get enough to make a living. Now there are few listeners who have money to spare, and the lives of the bards have become precarious.

Kotisalu is one of them, relying on the eloquence he has cultivated for more than ten years, he can harvest a dozen copper coins every time, but this is only the value of a few loaves of bread, except for filling his stomach, he can't even save a copper coin. Such a day is unacceptable to many people, and Kotisalu is no exception, but there is no way for him to change the status quo, because he has no other than eloquence.

Just when he thought he was going to spend his life in this decadent life, a mysterious little maid appeared, and she said that she had a way to help him change the situation, so that he could make enough money, but she had one request, and that was that the money he earned must be shared with her.

Truth be told, when he heard this, Kotisaru laughed, and he rejected the little maid with a less polite remark, for the other man was no better dressed than he was, and he could smell the poverty in the other man's body.

"If you really had a way to make money, you would have earned it yourself, so why bother to come to me? I'm just a poor bard, and there's nothing worth your mind about it, so don't waste your time with me. This is what he said to the little maid.

"Okay then." The little maid pulled out a thick stack of papers from her bag and placed it on the table. "If you want the other half, bring enough gold to the clock tower and find me, I'll be waiting there." After saying this inexplicable sentence, the little maid left.

Kotisaru looked at her back, his face full of sarcasm, he thought that either the world was crazy, or this maid was crazy, otherwise how could he say such crazy things.

"Stop daydreaming, people like us don't have the luck to touch a gold coin in their lives."

He said with a sneer, then picked up the paper casually, trying to toss it into the wind. But when his gaze swept over the sentences on the paper, his movements froze.

"Where there are people, there is fighting, and where there is fighting, there are rivers and lakes."

Kotisaru had to admit that this meaningful sentence touched his heartstrings, and he slowly withdrew his hand and began to read the contents of the paper carefully.

This is a small talk book, but Koti Salu has never seen this form of a word book, it is very long, many times longer than the longest epic on the mainland, but its content is not complicated, the main line is clear, the plot is compact, the characters are vividly portrayed, compared with other biographies on the mainland, the experience of the protagonist in this novel is a bunker.

In particular, the author's imagination can be called rebellious, which is even more fascinating. He wondered what kind of characters could write such a novel.

As Kotisaru read all the words in one sitting, his heart began to beat violently. Judging by his years of experience as a minstrour, this biography is sure to be a sensation. Yes, he already decided in his heart that this was a masterpiece, an epic masterpiece. The only thing that made him unhappy was that the story was suddenly cut off in the most exciting place.

He smiled wryly twice and sat down in his chair. "Now that I finally understand the feelings of those who listen to me, it's a terrible feeling of being stuck halfway through, especially when you have to pay to listen to it, could it be that the person who wrote this biography was also a bard?"