The noisy tavern gradually quieted down, many bearded mercenaries, and some civilians who liked to drink all looked at Grant, and the drunken eyes saw that Grant was about to speak, and couldn't help but sober up a little, they were all very curious and liked Grant.

Five years ago, Grant was loved by everyone for his storytelling in the Rose Tavern, and everyone had a little respect for him.

In the glorious world, knowledge is often respected. Because every person with profound knowledge is likely to be the descendant of a down-and-out mage or a descendant of a nobleman. This kind of glory has a history worth showing off, and every mercenary is envious.

"Today I'm going to tell you a story about dragon lances, which no one has ever heard of, so I'll tell you a part of it today." Grant smiled at the corner of his lips, and the whole person looked very excited. After all, he was promoted by one level yesterday, and in terms of strength, he was comparable to the weaker level two mercenaries here, and he could be regarded as having a trace of self-preservation.

"Let's talk, we're all waiting, I hope it's as exciting as the last story."

"Yes, we all thought that the war in the last story was really exciting, and it was even more exciting than our mission."

The mercenaries roared frantically, their faces and necks bulging, and their eyes red. They were all thrilled because no one had ever heard such a wonderful story.

After motioning for silence, Grant began to tell the story that had been brewed. Thanks to the fact that he used to be a network writer, and at the same time supported himself by games, he knew a lot about stories, and thinking that this was a background similar to Western Fantasy, he could only find it from Western Fantasy stories.

"Today I'm going to tell a story about Dragon Lance, which takes place mainly in a world called "Klein". In this world, there are three camps, they are "good", "neutral", and "evil". They form a stable triangle that controls the balance between them. ”

"In addition to Crane, there will also be strange races such as dragons and undead."

Grant understood that the introduction was about the same, and began to tell the story.

Time passed little by little, and the sound of heavy breathing in the air grew heavier.

The people around him were intoxicated by Grant's story, and even the old tavern owner squinted his eyes slightly, holding a glass of Merancy, listening to Grant's story comfortably, closing his eyes and feeling the sound of fighting horses in the air.

Especially when I told the story of Reslin, I was slightly excited.

"Leslyn Marsley, Calamon's twin brother, was weak from an early age. Reslyn has always been fascinated by magic, and when he passed the test at the Tower of Masters in Willes, he was even weaker than before. The test turned his skin blonde, his pupils into an hourglass shape, his hair turned white, and he was constantly distraught on his feet by violent coughing. ”

"But the important thing is that he passed the test. And in order to compensate for his physical damage, the magician in the Tower of the ** Master also gave him a powerful weapon: the Staff of Marzis, which was left by the powerful mage Mazis, who had helped Shuma defeat the evil forces. Leslin helped the others in the Battle of the Spears and became a black-robed mage......"

Grant told everything he knew.

"That's a good story." The people around me were all in their minds.

As the sad plot of the story emerges, all the mercenaries can't help but feel a little sad.

Or**, the mercenaries were very excited, snorting and shouting, as if they were committing epilepsy, and the mercenaries with some copper coins in their hands threw them to Grant.

Those who don't applaud loudly.

For a long time, when talking about the soul battle, Grant deliberately dragged out his voice, his eyes swept around, and he smiled slowly: "Today's story has been finished, and I will tell it tomorrow, if you are interested, then come back tomorrow." ”

The mercenaries, who were fascinated by the listening, suddenly came to their senses, and some of them were still unsatisfied, and shouted one after another, hoping that Grant would tell the story about Reslyn later. They feel that if they don't listen, their hearts will itch, and they can't wait to listen to the whole story before they feel comfortable.

Grant smiled and turned his head, unconcerned about their reactions. He wasn't worried that the mercenaries would be rude, after all, the tavern owner of this shop was a level 3 hidden master, and if it weren't for the detection technique, Grant wouldn't be so carefree.

When Grant was about to clean up, his hands stiffened for a moment, and he immediately turned his head sideways, and his eyes swept towards the corner of the tavern like a sharp sword light. The people around them noticed the gaze and brushed to the corner.

"Meow~~"

The soft meow of a cat echoed through the tavern, and the kitten, which was as black as ink, crawled out of the corner and calmly walked to the counter. With its sturdy limbs, it jumped onto the old owner's counter in the blink of an eye.

"I said what it was, it turned out to be a little black cat that just ran in yesterday, it's really strange, it hasn't come out since it ran in yesterday, and now it's running out."

"I'm telling you, this kitten is very fast."

The mercenaries around them spoke one after another, and they were very impressed by this black cat, because they were all faster than the black cat.

However, it hates humans and does not want to come into contact with them.

"The kitten seems to be quite well-behaved today." The old tavern owner wanted to touch the black cat, but the little black cat fell to Grant's feet under the puzzled eyes of everyone, leaned close and meowed, and the soft voice made people can't help but feel love.

Grant looked at the black cat curiously, his eyes flashed a blue arc, his face changed slightly and then quickly calmed down, and he cheered excitedly in his heart, he didn't expect an animal that could sense magic power to run towards him.

Grant raised his head and asked the tavernkeeper, "Uncle, can I keep this kitten?" His voice was flat, and he didn't want the people around him to perceive the importance of the black cat.

The tavern owner nodded and smiled kindly, "Grant, if you like this kitten to raise it yourself." We don't have any extra bread here, but I didn't know you were so fond of kittens. ”

The people on both sides also showed a look of surprise, they didn't like humans since yesterday, but they didn't expect to take the initiative to contact Grant, and they couldn't help but have an idea, does this cat like to listen to stories? People who have a lot of knowledge are more popular.

"Thank you, uncle." Grant laughed, and after taking his salary, he adopted the black cat and walked to the slums.

……

Slum.

When Grant returned to his room with the black cat in his arms, his face suddenly turned ecstatic.

"Haha, I didn't expect that the luck of these two days was really good, I only had two magic pet columns yesterday, and I didn't expect that there would be magic pets on the first day."

"Detection."

Grant quickly detects the black cat's data, especially its source.

"The Fivent Dragon Breeder: Ancient Black Dragon Bloodline (Thin) Explanation: It has the ability of one hundredth of a billion bloodlines, and it has the source of infection that attracts energy lifeforms."

Grant was happy to find out that it was a Fervent cat, and he understood that it was very rare for a black cat to have a source of magical infection at the primary level.

As for having the blood of the black dragon, Grant is not surprised, there are quite a lot of descendants of the dragon's wurm bloodline, and in this way, the blood of the dragon will also appear in ordinary animals, although it is so weak that it is negligible.

Grant took a deep breath and prepared to strengthen the black cat, he believed that the stronger Black Hunt would be one of his right-hand men, and his departure from Wanghuo Town would also be a big help.

"Strengthen it now." Grant smiled.