Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Traveler

Tarrant was familiar with most of Siant, and he also recognized the old wall as the gate of the fortified area, but he had never seen the minaret in the newspaper, and the current tower was at least three times as tall as the city gate, and the research institute tower did not reach this height, Tarrant's gaze moved from the pattern to the title, "Gaze of the Aurora Tower", it was the planned watchtower, "Doris, this tower has not been built yet. ”

"Of course I just said there's a chance," Doris looked up at the moldy ceiling overhead, "what would it feel like if this tower was right in front of me"

"Now this place is just an ordinary watchtower, it may take a few months to remodel, but you will have a chance", Tarrant looked at the sketch carefully, he had to admit that the design of the Aurora Tower is excellent, more dynamic than the buildings in the city of Siante, and he believes that this will become a new landscape in Siante.

"Wilsing's exhibition has never been able to catch up with Siant, paladin, should I move the tavern to the capital?"

"There's no need," Tarrant waved his hand, "I prefer Genco." ”

"Hahaha, you're really kidding", Doris laughed and showed two rows of teeth, "I'm going to fry shredded beef, wait a minute"

Tarrant leaned his right hand on the table, and took advantage of his free time to look at the people around him, all of them were cheap clothes, dry mud stuck to the cuffs of his trousers, the cuffs reflected the dark light of oil, most of the buttons of the jackets were uneven, the ordinary residents were not rich, and at the moment they were discussing the problem of pirates, and pirates touched everyone's nerves.

"Ahh

"Your dinner," Doris graciously placed a large plate of beef in front of Tarrant, accompanied by a full glass of Rontenay, "to try Tony's handiwork." ”

The aroma is a testament to the culinary prowess, and Taran nodded, "Thank you very much." ”

"We also have a special gift," Doris leaned into, "for our new guests." ”

Tarrant looked at those excited eyes.

"A roast turkey, absolute aromatherapy honey, the best doumu sauce, waiting for your teammates to come down," Doris's smile clenched.

"Don't bother so much", Tarrant felt the VIP treatment, and Doris's image gradually became beautiful.

"Hospitality is our tradition," says Doris, earnestly.

"Ah...... If I'm not mistaken," Tarrant pointed to the troubadour at the counter, "that hasn't gotten the reception he deserves. ”

Doris turned to look over, "That guy, everybody knows he doesn't have the money to pay the bills", she walked over there, "What do you want?"

"Haha, I'm glad my invisibility failed", the troubadour patted his robe, and a puff of dust drifted out, "I was going to be incognito for the night" He jumped on a bench, unconcerned about the waiter's attitude.

"Beer, green beans?" Doris waved away the strange smell.

"A wanderer does not dare to ask for too much," he said, setting up the harp, "and in return I thank you in song." ”

"Don't think it's noisy enough here?". Doris shouted to the kitchen, "Tony, a plate of boiled green beans, you can do it without seasoning." ”

"Thank you", the poet rolled up his cuffs and sang slowly:

"I loved this peaceful town,

As close as brothers,

Every day we sing happily,

Life is picturesque," the song stretched to calm the chaotic discussion in the tavern, and the three children ran towards the poet,

"I love this lively town,

Enthusiasm is like fire,

Every night we get together for a drink,

Life is poetic and intoxicating. ”

There was a round of applause, and several residents raised their glasses, "Respect for the town"

"No, no, I'm not done yet", the poet pressed down with his left hand to signal a moment:

"I loved the tavern,

Like a paradise,

Doris's delicious hospitality,

I will never forget—" the poet took off his hat and greeted Doris, "thanks for the hospitality." ”

"To our Aunt Doris," a woman screamed to her feet.

"Jing Doris" the poet knocked on the counter, "where is my wine, I can't miss such a wonderful opportunity." ”

Doris laughed and poured out a large glass of wine, "You'll have to change your tricks next time." ”

"Troubadours are the most tricks," said the fellow, taking a sip of his hat and tugging at his robe, he bowed his head, and the three children gathered around him, "Ah, you've found me again." ”

The children smiled and nodded, but did not speak.

"Let me think about where I was last time...... "the poet feigned distress," the poet said, "I can't remember, who can remind me." ”

"That dragon," one of the children shouted.

"Fernando eliminated the dragon", added the child next to him.

"Yes, yes, Fernando cut off the head of the red dragon, which was taller than this tavern, and the dragon's eyes were bigger than ...... Older than you", the poet pointed to the tallest child, "who was hesitant to take the spoils back." ”

"Drag it back," the child shouted.

"No, that head is very heavy, you should call someone to help," the tall man shouted.

The poet shook his toes in enjoyment, "And what do you think?" he asked the third.

"I don't know ......"

"Well, let me tell you the end, this hero took the hardest scales from the red dragon's body, brought them back to the blacksmith's shop, and made the most beautiful armor. ”

"Wow," the children flashed their eyes together with a look of anticipation.

They say that Fernando was a very famous warrior, and Tarrant also worshipped this name when he was a child, and legend has it that Fernando went to the swamp where the red dragon lived, and found the oldest red dragon in the deepest part of the swamp, and after a series of hard battles he defeated the red dragon and cut off its head, and he brought back the dragon's heart and scales to prove his story.

After several generations of legends, the image of Fernando has been close to the demigod, the physique of the minotaur, the wisdom of the elves, the bravery of the half-orcs, the will of the humans, and the relationship that has absolutely nothing to do with the halflings, so that the name is overshadowed by a layer of brilliance, but many details of the story can no longer be verified, and even Fernando's profession has several theories, some say that he is a berserker, some say he is a sword dancer, and some people think that he is a battle mage, and the coexistence of multiple possibilities reduces the credibility of the whole story, in Tarrant's current eyes, it is just a story, and no one can defeat the dragon alone。

"What did Fernando do then?" the children asked curiously.

"Hmm...... Good question, he's back to his hometown, Honagar, have you been there?". Seeing the little heads shake together, the poet smiled triumphantly, "Hornagar is a beautiful country of plains, full of flowers, flowing with silver streams, where Fernando ended his adventure, and there is nothing worth challenging him again." ”

"Your dinner, Mr. Story", Doris handed a pot of boiled green beans to the poet.

"Well, it's time for me to enjoy my food," the psalmist pats the children on the top of their heads, "and eating seriously is an attitude that must be taken toward the cook, toward oneself, and toward God." ”

The three children nodded earnestly, learning every word that came out of the poet's mouth.

"When I'm done, I'll have more stories to tell, and redstone is a place of legends. ”

Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Traveler