Hain was bored.

He hails from the village of Bababi and is a wanderer, but he is stronger than many regular warriors.

Three years ago, Hain obtained a green quality class scroll at 600 meters of the abyss, and transferred to [Wind Whisperer];

Now, although he is only a fourth-order warrior, he is stronger than most fifth-order, and belongs to the kind that can walk sideways in the town.

Hain stepped out of a tavern called Iron Sword, the dim glow of the streetlamp shining in his face; Hain rubbed his eyes in annoyance, the level of the bard on the other side of the heart was too poor, and he told three stories in one hour, but he had heard them all.

Actually, the bard can't be blamed for that. Hain was a wanderer, who had come by ferry from a far-flung southern country, and had traveled far and wide to see more and more, and everywhere he went, he would go to the tavern to listen to the bard's stories, and at first he was relished, but over the years he was less and less able to catch his eye.

He visited seven or eight taverns in the town, and he made do with the storyteller Golin.

As he walked, Hain unknowingly stopped at the door of the Black Iron Cat. Inside, the thick voice of the store manager Alin even spread outside:

"Next, let's welcome our new Poet-in-Residence, Mr. Soul!"

In the tavern, the adventurers and mercenaries let out a burst of applause, and some people shouted, "If the story told is not good, throw Su Xiaobai out"...

The store manager, Alin, continued to pull his throat and said, "Mr. Sur was recommended by the storyteller Golin, and what he is best at is adventure stories!" ”

The tavern erupted in applause again, and the adventure story was equivalent to mainstream fantasy in the other world, and was very popular with these low-level bosses.

Outside, Hain walked in with curiosity.

When he saw the bard on the stage for the first time, he was intrigued. Bards in iron armor? Is this still the little white face of the group of crepes? It's kind of interesting.

The tavern was full, and there were almost no seats, so Hain casually found a table to sit down and shouted, "Bring me the best ale!" ”

The position was already crowded, and he and those mercenaries were shoulder to shoulder, which made the other party very dissatisfied. And the group was together, and they all looked at Hain angrily.

For rugged mercenaries, what you see, I can definitely do it.

Ha Yin cut off and said in an unhappy tone, "What are you looking at? ”

The gang was about to yell at you with a thick neck, but one of the fat mercenaries looked at Hain carefully, his face changed, and he hurriedly pulled his companion back, and laughed again and again.

Hain glanced at them and gave up, it was better to listen to the story.

The fat man's companion was very dissatisfied, and said with a complaining face: "What are you doing here? Are we still afraid of him? ”

"Idiot!" The fat man glared at him angrily, "That's Ha Yin the Wind Whisperer, a guy who has won the Fifth Order!" ”

The other mercenaries' faces changed slightly, and they retreated from Hain's side in fright. Among the low-level mercenaries, the fifth-order is a great master, and no one wants to mess with it. If Hain wanted to, he would be able to throw the Fat Man team out of the tavern alone.

Luckily, Hain wasn't angry, and his attention was all focused on the armoured bard on stage.

"Don't let me down, you were recommended by Golin." Hain said with interest.

Boom, the lights in the tavern dimmed, except for the stage that belonged to the Bard;

Suddenly, dozens of pairs of eyes looked at each other, and the noise in the hall was much quieter.

If there had been a battle flag and a trumpet, perhaps the war that belonged to the bards had already begun in silence.

Starting from the rising sun in the town of Ossan,

Su Xiaobai brought them a peaceful and warm morning with a calm voice.

For the mercenaries who are always in the hustle and bustle, it is like a glass of warm red wine, a little reluctant, with a little memory, but no one will look back because of regret; This is the group of mercenaries who always pin their heads to their belts.

The story continues, and the children of Osan Town practice hard in order to have a fighting spirit as soon as possible;

The noisy tavern gradually fell silent, except for the sound of a few heads and ears and the clashing of large drinking glasses.

Hain nodded slightly, as of now, this Sur has surpassed more than eighty percent of the bards in the town.

But that's not enough. Hain has traveled to more than a dozen countries and heard thousands of stories, and the story told by this Sur can only be considered good.

"In the beginning, he qualified. But the pace of this story called Panlong is on the slow side, if only it could be faster. ”

Hain muttered to himself.

The beginning of a story determines its lower limit, and the subsequent development can determine whether it is truly wonderful or not. Hain asked for another glass of ale.

Su Xiaobai on the stage has already entered the state, and he slowly unveiled the vast fantasy world of Panlong for everyone at his own pace...

With the appearance of the Dragon-Blood Warrior Baruch Family, there were fewer and fewer voices in the tavern, and the mercenaries stared at a pair of big eyes and listened to Lin Lei's story.

Soon, all that was left of the tavern was the sound of breathing and drinking.

Hain nodded again, a hint of surprise. "The story itself...... There's not much to talk about, and the way it's told is unpretentious, but it's just something that people can listen to, what's going on? ”

Hain's interest increased, and he asked for a glass of fruit wine suitable for sipping and drinking.

People in another world don't know that there is an important element called 'sense of substitution' in the online text, and Panlong does a good job of this, starting from a morning and teenager in a small town, and slowly growing... In addition, the Continent of the Gods is a Western fantasy world, and the sense of substitution of Panlong is stronger.

Su Xiaobai: "Lin Lei found a strange ring in the warehouse, the Coiling Dragon Ring..."

By this time, Ha Yin had forgotten to even drink, and he frowned and said to himself: "How can there be an old grandfather living in the ring?" Is it a powerful magic item? ”

After everyone heard that Delin, the old grandfather in the Panlong Ring, was a saint-level powerhouse before his death, there was a sigh in the tavern.

The people of this world like it the most are Dragon Quest and the Holy Rank Sea Monster, this kind of legendary story, and the appearance of the old man greatly satisfies their desires.

This group of mercenaries knew that they had no hope of becoming a saint in this life, and they could not have any chance of seeing the holy order, so they were especially yearning for this kind of story. This is like a foreigner who makes a video of his daily sparse pickpocketing and uploads it to the Internet, which can always attract a large number of people who eat melons.

Unconsciously, two hours passed, and Pan Long also told that Lin Lei went to the Academy of Magic.

Su Xiaobai paused, looked at the points panel that had increased by nearly 170 points, and was very happy in his heart, counting the original 870, now he has a total of 1040 points;

That's a small record! One step closer to shared warehouses.

Su Xiaobai looked at the people who were immersed in the story in the stage, coughed and said, "Everyone, it's ten hours now, I should go and rest." ”

When Su Xiaobai said this, everyone woke up one after another.

I didn't realize it,

It's only been three hours???