The outline of the walls of the royal city was already in sight, and Barron rode his horse, looked at the distant walls in a daze, and muttered for a long time, "I haven't been back for almost five years." ”

"Five years?!" Diya looked at Barron in surprise.

"It's been five years. “

"On weekdays, I can't come back from the fortress of Angojebuni, the troops in the fortress are too small, if the orcs take advantage of my absence to attack the fortress, it is impossible to defend against the orc attack with only the few people in the fortress. ”

"If the fortress falls to the ground, Mogsold will not let go of this good opportunity to trouble me. ”

Hearing Barron's words, Dia couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness, a powerful legendary warrior, but he couldn't even do the simplest thing like going home to meet his relatives.

Is it really worth doing for the sake of the family's glory?

He couldn't understand Barron's thoughts.

"I don't know how that kid is doing now. Barron muttered to himself, "Without me looking at him, he's not messing around with those instruments again." ”

"Musical instruments?"

"That damn little bunny, he obviously has a gifted aptitude, but he never wants to practice his sword well, and he holds the elven piano all day long, determined to be a bard. Barron said helplessly: "I almost didn't beat him to death several times, but that kid was more stubborn than a cow, and he would rather die than practice a sword, and then I really had no choice, so I let him go." “

"Alas, as long as he can leave the next seed to the Erris family, and hope that he will revive the glory and glory of the family, I might as well pray to my ancestors that one day he will find out in his conscience and practice the swordsmanship I have taught him. ”

Barron suddenly turned his head to look at Dia and said with a smile: "You are about the same age as Simon, if he can be as good as you, it will be really blessed by the ancestors." ”

"Oh, how do you know I'm the same age as him. ”

"I can't see your face even though you're hooded, but I can feel the vigorous vitality of your physical abilities, which is a vigor that only young people have. ”

As the city gate was close at hand, Barron reined in his horse, looked at Dia solemnly, and said, "Your Excellency, do you really want to follow me into the royal city, I must warn you that there may be many accidents on the way, and you may die for it." “

"You still have one last chance to choose, and I won't blame you even if you choose to leave now, and our alliance agreement is still valid. ”

"Let's go, I'm a little hungry. Dia smiled: "Actually, I am quite confident in my own strength, unless you personally take action in this royal city, I think no one should be able to kill me." ”

Barron paused slightly, laughed heartily, and said, "Go!" ”

Then they didn't alarm anyone, mixed up as ordinary adventurers, and entered the royal city in a low-key manner.

The city of Intramuros is far more lively than Dia imagined, with not only commercial and residential areas, but also places dedicated to bards and entertainment venues such as opera theaters, which Dia has never seen in a city she has visited before.

To a certain extent, this also reflects the prosperity and development of this northern royal city. The vast and unified kingdom developed at a rate far from being comparable to that of other small nations and war-torn states in times of peace.

Although Dia looked very conspicuous under the black robe, he did not surprisingly arouse much of an idea, because it was all too common, and on one street alone, he saw no less than five adventurers wearing hooded robes, unwilling to show their faces.

However, what made Dia sigh was that even when he arrived in the royal city, no one could recognize the legendary hero Barron, and even the eyes of others looking at Barron were not as many as his 'mysterious man with his head and tail exposed'.

Looking at this bustling streetscape, the pride on Barron's face could not be hidden, and his eyes seemed to be looking at the tenderness of the competitive child he had cultivated with his own hands.

It is precisely because of my father that the kingdom of Smudessa can be unified, and it is precisely because of me that the kingdom of Smudessa can get rid of foreign enemies and become prosperous and strong.

Without the hard work of the Erris family for 280 years, how could the kingdom be as prosperous as it is today.

They watched the scene in front of them as if they were in a hurry, until a street suddenly fell into chaos and caught their attention.

A civilian suddenly shouted, "Look, that's Master Jenny of the Sound of Heaven Opera Troupe, she's actually performing in the streets!"

"What are you doing, why don't you go and grab a good spot!" another civilian hurriedly ran over and squeezed desperately into the dense crowd.

There are people who like it, and there are people who don't.

"Hey, isn't it just a showman, what's so good-looking, don't you know where the sound of the law of heaven is, God knows that the master Jenny you worship has climbed on the nobleman's bed several times naked. ”

He said this, but when he saw that everyone had run over, and no one paid attention to him, he couldn't help blushing when he was left stupidly in place, and then he looked east and west, and saw that no one was paying attention, so he also buried his head and squeezed over.

"Damn, bastard, don't squeeze me, get out of the way of Lao Tzu!"

The old hero looked at this scene with a little interest, turned his head to Dia and said, "Why don't you go over and listen?"

Dia nodded, indicating no objection.

The bard plays the chimes and sings melodious love poems, and when the climax is reached, the tune is drawn up, which immediately attracts bursts of applause from onlookers.

The old hero nodded and commented, "It's a good singing." I remember that before we fought, my comrades-in-arms and I would also sing, but it was different from what she sang, at that time we sang war songs, although it sounded very rough, not as delicate and beautiful as she sang, but it was very passionate and enthusiastic, and the instrument used was a war drum made of wild cowhide, which was very powerful. As he spoke, his eyes slowly revealed reminiscence.

"Alas, sometimes I still miss those days a lot. ”

The onlookers sighed:

"Master Jenny is worthy of being the trump card of the sound of the law of heaven, and her singing is much better than others. “

"Yes, Maestro Jenny again. “

However, at this moment, an inopportune voice suddenly sounded.

"What the hell is this singing, it's ugly. ”

The scene suddenly fell into a deathly silence, and they all turned their heads to look at the owner of the voice.

An old man in tattered clothes and unkempt staggered over, carrying a pot of inferior ale in his hand, his eyes were foggy and his steps were unsteady.

The old man pointed to the bard and sneered.

He brought the flask to his mouth, poured a large sip of ale wine, burped with satisfaction, and said inarticulately: "Back then, 150,000 of us stood at the foot of the Angojebni Snow Mountain, and in front of those frightened orc cubs, the Smudessa war song shouted together was a hundred times better than this. ”