Characters in this chapter: (Niza), (Sercius).

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Chapter 013: (Bard)

Late at night.

Sleepless, Sercius made his way to the hall of the tavern, which was dimly lit and where a bard was telling the story of Gucarade.

This is a handsome young man who claims to be a warrior, but is actually a bard, and what he is best at is not fighting, but cheating/flirting with other people's wives, and calling himself the king of kung fu in bed. But he wasn't born windy.

Sercius was no stranger to the young bard, and although he had never crossed paths with him, the minstrel Niza's reputation could be heard in taverns all over the continent of Calradia. Wrapped up in the minstrels' own stories.

Two years ago in the summer, the bard Niza had infiltrated the vicinity of Fort Agorloon with a small group of Swadian troops, and the Swadian knights were attacked by the Rhodoks in the forest, and Niza fled with the help of a beautiful shepherdess. The shepherdess hid Niza in a cave.

In these days, Niza told stories to the shepherdess, and the shepherdess brought him food, and Niza, who came and went, fell in love with her, but he had to get out of here. Niza had wanted to see the shepherdess's back, but was very shy, which was not unlike the fact that he often had a happy life with a noblewoman.

It can be guessed that it was the bard's "first love". It can also be guessed that in the past two years, Niza's amorous behavior does not represent his love and affection, although he still often cheats with noble ladies, but the shepherdess is the woman he has always forgotten.

"He's from a tribe on the other side of the mountain, and I've seen him with my own eyes. Niza said with an exaggerated expression. "He was seven feet tall, as strong as a grizzly bear, with eyes the size of a bell, and he glowed green like a wild beast at night, so no one dared to look at him. ”

The Freelancer is not a descendant of the Kallads, he comes from the Duchy of Gronia on the other side of the 'Narrow Sea', and he does not care about what happened to the ancient Karad Empire, he only cares about what will happen now and what will happen in the future.

In a corner sat a man, who was actually nothing special, with a full beard, unkempt hair, a hat, and a standard mercenary attire. But Sertius noticed that when he came down from the upstairs, the other man looked at him.

Sercius didn't pay much attention to the other man's actions, and he looked around the wall, on the left and right, and in front of the stove, there were several old dining tables for eating. The table was surrounded by rough stools and a few lame small square stools.

On the cobwebbed ceiling hangs a large hanging lamp made of kicking leather, with four rushes in it. The lights, along with the flames that were burning in the stove, kept pushing the darkness that enveloped the hall out of the darkness.

"Because if you look at him, you will be sucked out of his soul......" the bard on the high platform added to his story. “...... And dragged straight to hell. ”

"Some people say that if he stomps his foot, he will cause an earthquake, and that he can breathe fire when he farts!" said a taunt from the crowd.

With the laughter of the people, the bard's face turned red. "You drunkards, all you know is squatting in the tavern every day, and your brain is soaked in alcohol!" he stressed. "I did see him!"

There were constant boos and angry shouts from the crowd, and Niza finally relented: "Okay! I may exaggerate the facts! But he is no better than ordinary people! His scimitar shines like lightning, and his arrows can pierce fifty cowhides!"

"There are some things that I can agree with, you can go on, maybe the person you are talking about, I have also seen it. A thick voice parted from the crowd and came from the corner, and people turned their heads to look.

It was a face that had gone through vicissitudes, and the scars on it revealed his past. He wore a cloak and a nomadic hat on his head, and his body was rugged, tall and mighty. Drinkers recognise a Kugit trait in his attire and physical features.

The bard steadied himself, stood up and bowed to the strange tall and mighty man sitting in the corner. "All in all, he's a warrior who stands up to the sky. He cleared his throat.

"Come on, stop talking nonsense, we all know that he is a warrior, and there is no one in the entire continent of Calradia who does not know about his legend! "Obviously, the people in the tavern weren't buying it.

"Okay, okay. The bard shrugged helplessly, "When I was a child, the village was being plundered by a group of rebels, and he saved my life when he passed by our village. ”

"I will always remember that day. The rebels attacked our village of Ulia, killing people and looting things when they saw them, and they burned down our houses everywhere. The poet clenched his fists.

"I fled alone in the muddy streets, surrounded by fires and blood all over the ground, cries for help and wails kept getting into my head, I was so frightened that I couldn't help but cover my ears, and only one thought came to my mind, and that was to run away desperately. ”

"There was a sound of horses' hooves behind me, I didn't dare to look back, but I knew that the man on horseback was planning to use his horsepower, when he passed me, he slashed at me with the weapon in his hand, I was afraid to die, my legs weakened, and the smile of my parents turned in my memory, constantly flashing, I was going to accept this cruel fate death, perhaps the only choice I was born in this era. ”

"At that moment, with a whistling sound that pierced through the air, an arrow flew over my head. The poet held his breath and looked back. The people couldn't help but follow his gaze, but there was only one antler hanging from the tavern wall.

"The rebel who was chasing me fell off his horse. Before he fell, I guess his breathing had ceased to breathe, for he was lying face down, and the arrow, except for the feathers, was almost entirely peeking out of his back, and trembling slightly. ”

That's when I saw him. The poet began to get excited. "He's seven feet tall, as strong as a grizzly bear, and his eyes are as big as bells..."

"Okay, okay, we've heard your bragging, seriously!"

Niza coughed in embarrassment. "Actually, I didn't see his appearance very clearly, you must know that I was only 13 years old at the time, and I was so frightened..."

I vaguely remembered his beard, his nomadic braids, his eyes shining like torches, and his delicate armor, as majestic as the god of war. ”

It suddenly occurred to Sertius that the warrior described by the bard resembled something like the Kugit sitting in the corner. He turned his head and looked closely at the tall man with a hat wearing a cloak and a hat sitting alone in the corner.

The bard on the high platform continued to tell his story. "I fell to the ground and looked back at him, completely out of fear, and my legs were too weak to stand up. ”

"Look at your little bit of talent!" another sneer came from the crowd, which caused public outrage. "Don't make a noise, listen to him!"

"He asked me as he passed me, and you are all right!" the poet continued, ignoring the sarcasm. Before I could reply, he carried his horse past me, and the scimitar hovered in his hand, reaping life like a straw, and the rebels fell with his low roar. ”

"Not a single enemy dared to stand up to him in front of him, and everywhere he went, blood was splattered. The poet's pace of speech quickened. Behind him, one enemy after another collapsed behind his rushing back, reduced to lifeless corpses. His bravery, even if it is described as a god of war, is not too much in the slightest!"

Sercius walked up to the bard, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Well spoken, friend!"

"Oh!" Niza said with a smile at the knight in front of him, and said cheekily. "This story is worth ten dinars. ”

An old-fashioned story, he actually asked for ten gold coins when he opened his mouth. Sercius couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. But he happily took out ten dinars from his purse and handed them to the bard in front of him.

Niza couldn't help but be a little excited, and said excitedly, "Lord Knight, you are really generous, thank you for your reward!" he looked at the other party's face. "I remember, you're Freelancer Sertius Thor, the Iseren merchant from the Duchy of Gronia. ”

"Yes!" Sercius nodded undeniably. "But I am now a vassal of the Kingdom of Swadia, a knight canonized by King Haraus himself, and lord of the town of Tosdel. ”

"I've heard of you in Calradia, you won the sword championship in Paraven, and not long ago you fought off a Nord attack at Fort Rebolet," Niza said excitedly. "Honorable knight, perhaps I should introduce myself to you!"

Faced with the bard's enthusiasm, Sercius chuckled and made a gesture of please.

"I'm a professional fighter. But you may have heard of my reputation as a poet, and even the coldest maiden would be intoxicated by me. Or the fame of the kung fu king in my bed, which I have to admit to being moderately humble about my skills. ”

"I've heard of your reputation in some taverns," Sercius replied with a serious face. "And some of your deeds, and I've heard stories about you. ”

The bard continued to rhetoric. "In recent years I have visited various towns, castles and villages and have made the most of my talents. I wandered between the cities of Calradia, leaving behind countless women who were in love with me and their cuckolded husbands. But I'm tired of this little challenge, and I'm thinking about making it easier for me to have fun in the war, which is why I infiltrated Rhodok with the Swadia Knights. ”

"You're lucky to be back alive!"

"I confess that it was a shepherdess who saved me, and my simple feelings for her. Niza continued. "Knight, I've heard that the town of Tosdel is often attacked by bandits, and you may need help. ”

"You want me to hire you?" asked Sercius.

"No, knight!" said Niza, righteously. "I wanted to join you and play for you. ”

Serseus frowned slightly, and said suspiciously, "Is there any difference between this?"

The difference is that the employment relationship is maintained by money. Niza explained. "I am volunteering to work for you, I don't need to sign an employment contract, and I have the right to leave at any time. ”

"I'll be leaving tomorrow, and you can follow me to the town of Tosdel. ”

"See you tomorrow morning at the gates of the North City!" said the bard, turning to leave the tavern.

Sercius looked at the departing back of the other party and couldn't help but wonder who would be the cuckold husband not only tonight.

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