"Did you hear that? The Municipal Affairs Department is holding a contest to select the best dancer from Douala, and it is said that the winner will receive 50 Quintalans!"

This was said by a bearded man in the left front of Norman's table.

50 Quintalan?

This money-related information drew Norman's attention.

50 Quintalan is not a lot for the current Norman, but it is enough for their expenses for a period of time, which is still quite attractive, but he doesn't believe in this man's words - the current Norman has accumulated a basic understanding of this society, in his understanding, 50 Quintalan is a very large amount of money even for ordinary nobles, and it is unrealistic to get so many bonuses if you dance well.

But he still listened, although the tavern was noisy, and he was a little far away from the two of them, but the physical fitness changed by the "Funeral Heart Sutra" allowed him to easily hear the conversation between the two in this noisy environment.

The bearded man was chatting with a young bald head, and he smiled when he heard the bearded man's words, "Of course, the news has already spread. ”

The bearded man took a sip of the wine glass in front of him, and then sighed and said enviously: "It's a pity that I can't dance, otherwise I would have wanted to give it a try, 50 quintalans!

The young bald boy glanced at the bearded man and said with a little disdain on his face: "What if you can dance? This prize money is not for us, but for those dancers who have returned from the capital of art or are passing by, which is why this competition is held at this time." ”

The young bald man seemed to know a lot of inside things, and the bearded man could easily hear it, and his eyes lit up immediately, and he didn't care about the young bald head's contempt for him, intentionally or unintentionally, and took the initiative to ask, "Oh, really, how did you know?"

The young bald head is not a person who can hide his words, or for these people who come to the tavern to drink, bragging and showing off is one of the regular items, and he is not afraid of revealing the news he knows but is afraid that others will not mention it, so he did not hide it, and immediately said: "Of course, the father of my uncle's neighbor's friend is a financial officer of the Municipal Council, and this matter is what he said." ”

The young bald head said this, and the bearded man, who was a frequent visitor here, immediately saw the other party's intentions, and immediately called the bartender to bring the gentleman a glass of ale, so the young bald head immediately smiled and continued.

"Do you know why there is such a competition?"

The bearded man shook his head, "I don't know." ”

Several people around also stopped their conversation and turned their gazes.

In the past few days, the news of this terrifying dance competition with high prize money has spread, and everyone is envious and eager to try, but they are also wondering why the prize money of such a competition is so high.

If it weren't for the fact that this competition was said to be held by the Municipal Affairs Bureau, they probably wouldn't have believed that there was such a competition.

The young bald head unveiled the answer to the question: "Because of His Highness Randall." ”

His Highness Randall the Golden Lion?

The people around him didn't understand how this could be related to His Royal Highness Randall, and the young bald head saw that the ale he was given was coming up, and he didn't sell it, and said obediently: "In addition to His Royal Highness Randall's outstanding talent and generous and benevolent heart, he is also very passionate about art, especially dance. There is even a legend circulating in the high society circles of the Northlands, that is, one of the most important criteria for His Highness Randall to find a wife is that the other party must have a superb and graceful dancing, and the others are secondary. It's just that he hasn't found such a qualified girl, so His Royal Highness the Grand Duke hasn't married yet. ”

"And our lord of the city, Lord Aubrey, has a daughter, who is eighteen years old this year, the age of marriage, but she is not married. ”

Speaking of this, the young bald head lowered his voice and said, "This young lady is very beautiful when she hears that her beauty is famous in the aristocratic circles of the Northlands, and there are many admirers, but she has never been married, because it is said that Lord Aubrey originally hoped to send her to Santa Vita to marry a certain prince, and it is better to be the one who is the heir to the throne." ”

This gossip made the people around them snort softly, but they also subconsciously lowered their voices like young bald heads.

The daughter of the city lord is indeed out of reach for them in the ordinary world, but there is still some distance from the title of "queen", so it is no wonder that they are surprised.

The young bald head seemed to be pleased that his words could cause the exclamation of the people around him, and his face was quite proud, and then continued: "But you all know, there were so many accidents this year, and the old king left without leaving a testament, judging from the current situation, compared to those in Santa Vita, His Royal Highness Randall next door to us has more hope of inheriting the throne - similar things have not happened in history. ”

"So our lord of the city has started to think again, His Royal Highness Randall is probably his favorite son-in-law now, and he will prepare for this, and it is normal for his daughter to learn a superb dance skill. ”

After listening to the words of the young bald head, the surrounding people understood the reason.

And it just so happens that the Golden Autumn Festival has ended, and counting the days, this time of year is the time when the artists who pass through here pass by, so there is such a competition, which is aimed at the dancers who are returning from the capital of the arts. Those people are not like us commoners, although many of them are not nobles, but for them, life is always worry-free, and only a sky-high number like 50 Quintalan can impress them and lead to real masters. ”

The gossip of the young bald head still sounds quite true, coherent and logical, and there is no contradiction, which makes it easy to believe. And when I heard "those artists who are returning from the art capital", someone suddenly interjected: "I heard that a big event happened at this year's Golden Autumn Art Festival. ”

Someone else asked, "What's the big deal?"

The man replied, "It is said that the Sage who has returned to Heaven has reappeared at this year's Golden Autumn Festival, and he has brought miracles to bring the Kingdom of Heaven to the capital of art, and to redeem the souls of all the people of Jebel Danner. ”

The people around me were speechless and didn't believe it.

Is Heaven coming? That's an exaggeration, isn't it?

But immediately another person next to him suddenly said, "Yes, I suddenly remembered!"

"The inn where I work has recently been inhabited by several artists who have returned from the capital of the arts, and I have heard such bits and pieces of conversation in the course of my service, the coming of heaven, the Holy One, and these artists are the most devout believers I have ever met, who recite the names of the Holy Ones in whatever they do, and who are very kind and friendly, and I feel that they are more like children of God the Father than the pastors of the church. ”

With the testimony of this gentleman, the people around him gradually began to believe, but they were still skeptical, but immediately a few more people spoke one by one, saying something about what they had seen and heard in their daily lives in the past few days and the artists who had returned from the City of Arts, which had been used as a transportation artery to pass through and temporarily reside in Douala.

Under the testimony of these people, the circle of conversation spread, and most of the people in the tavern focused their attention, and "the miracle of the city of art" has become the main topic in the tavern now, and those who don't know it, who know some scattered news, enthusiastically express their own remarks, making this event more and more real.

Norman and the three of them didn't react, but Pirno couldn't help but straighten his chest at the moment, and his face was full of honor.

If he could, how he wanted to tell them aloud that the events they were discussing were real, that the scene was more shocking than they had guessed, and that he Pirno was a witness to that magnificent miracle!

Not only that, but the Great Sage was present at this moment, and under the protection of his Pirno, he was about to spread the light of the Father to every corner of the kingdom......

But he can't say.

Because of Norman's words that he had told him a thousand times, he couldn't say it, so he could only shut up, watching these stupid people in front of him still arguing about whether this matter was true or not, not to mention how anxious and aggrieved he was.

Luckily, someone helped him say everything he wanted to say.

"It's true. ”

When no one came forward to testify, and the tavern was noisy, and everyone was giving their opinions on the matter, there was a voice at the bar.

"It's true. ”

Could it be that the voice was repeated, drawing everyone's eyes to it.

It was a middle-aged man sitting at the bar, not tall, quite thin, the texture of the clothes on his body was not very good, and there were many tears, and his long hair with a messy shawl was on his head, covering most of his left and right cheeks, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

This person is almost like the kind of homeless man often seen on the street, but a pair of eyes are very warm and peaceful, and there is no decadence, and it is also the biggest difference from the homeless man.

"How do you know it's true?"

Someone asked him this.

The man replied, "I was there and experienced it myself." ”

When everyone in the tavern heard this, they all involuntarily snorted.

On the spot?!

Someone can't help but ask, "You're also an artist?"

The man shook his head, "No, I'm just a lover of art, and I went to see some of the works of the masters, but I didn't expect to experience such a scene." ”

Someone else asked, "Has the kingdom of heaven really come?"

This is the question that everyone is most concerned about, so that everyone's eyes are focused on the face of this down-and-out man, wanting to hear his answer.

Without hesitation, the man said, "It really came, but it didn't really come." ”

This inconsistent remark made everyone wonder.

What does it mean that it really came, but it didn't really come? Did it come or didn't come?

In the end, it was this down-and-out man who answered the doubts in everyone's hearts: "At that moment, we did see the kingdom of heaven coming, and God the Father whispered in our hearts, listened to the confession of each of us, and judged each of us, but afterwards, I learned from the mouths of some friends that it was the effect of a spell, the effect of a forbidden spell. ”

"Forbidden spell!"

This noun, which had nothing to do with civilian life and had only been heard in legends, made everyone in the tavern exclaim once again.

"Although it was the effect of a spell, the truth is that each of us present has received the salvation of our souls, our respective rebirths, so what is the difference between this and the real coming of heaven? That's why I say that. Of course, the key person in the salvation of our souls in this event is the Sage One......"

The down-and-out man's words are not very good, there are not many adjectives, just a simple statement, but in the face of the incredible fact itself, perhaps too much rhetoric is not a good thing.

At least after listening to the man's description of the scene at that time, everyone in the tavern was silent, and their hearts were yearning, and everyone imagined the grand scene of that time in their minds, and felt the supreme state of thought when the Sage Lord said, "I will not go to purgatory, who will go to purgatory".

This alone makes them fascinated.

The same is true for Pirno, although he is a first-hand witness of the incident at that time, but when he hears someone retell the scene at that time, he still can't help but recall and remember—this also reflects the horror of the forbidden curse of mental storm, which not only had an effect at the time, but also lingered afterward.

Norman, of course, would not be like that, on the contrary, he was looking at the down-and-out man in front of him with some curiosity.

If this down-and-out man had been there at the time, because of the magical nature of the spirit storm, he should have known all the details of the down-and-out man, just as he knew all the details of Pirno, but the truth is, he can't remember a single thing about this man now.

Did this man hear this story from someone else, and now he is bragging, or is he simply forgetting about him?......

Norman couldn't tell, and in the end he had to attribute it to the fact that his mental power was too weak at the time, although he could remember it at the time, but there was too much data, and he forgot it a few days later.