Chapter 013: Trouble Again

In the dead of night, the rain did not stop. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

With Tea, Yoda, Jager, and Ryan all left Aren's room with their tired bodies in their bodies, and each went back to his room to sleep.

In the narrow open-air corridor, only the new commander - the down-and-out merchant who failed in business, the deputy head - the battle-hardened Nord pirates, and the instructor - the fledgling Zenda warrior.

The rain slanted down and wet / their trouser legs and the planks beneath their feet.

The cold wind whistled on their cheeks, on the old windows, on the loose wooden doors, and on the rain that fell on them.

Manid suddenly pressed his hands and pushed Wiggins to the end of the hallway with a serious face.

The reason why it was pushed was because Wiggins didn't move at all, but his heart had already turned dark along the way, but he had to pretend to be calm.

Manid looked at him, and he smiled and asked, "You really don't have anything to tell me?" His words were always gripping, but I didn't know if they were unintentional or intentional.

Wiggins turned around and said softly, "No!" But the fierce cold wind blew him to the ground, and also blew through the affirmation used for self-comfort.

The cold wind made him feel cold for the first time in this late autumn, and this cold smell lingered all over his body, from the outside to the inside, and finally broke through the short but deep scar, it seemed to have only a little mark on his heart, but now it went straight to the deepest part.

"Let's go sit down in the tavern across the street!" Manid said, patting Wiggins on the shoulder. "I have something to say to you!"

"It's going to be too late, tomorrow!" Wiggins replied. "It's raining so hard outside, and we're going to visit Duke Michod tomorrow morning. ”

"It's a big deal. Manid emphasized.

Wiggins hesitated for a moment, then guessed, "Something to do with our visit to Duke Michod?"

Manid nodded undeniably. "Let's go, let's go have a drink, and I'm telling you slowly. ”

After taking a few steps, Manid suddenly stopped, as if remembering what he had forgotten, and turned back to Karadus, who was stunned in the hallway, and shouted, "You come with you." ”

Dressed in leather cloaks to protect them from the elements, they walked out of the door of the inn and walked towards the mercenary tavern not far from the opposite.

The distance between the two is not far, only a few hundred yards or so, and it only takes a few dozen breaths to reach it.

At the moment, there are still quite a few drinkers in the tavern, perhaps because of the heavy rain, they have to stay here a little longer.

Or perhaps because of the bards, the mercenaries like to listen to stories, because this is their only pleasure in life other than drinking.

Bards are not only good at storytelling, they also have many other specialties. For example, bards and paintings, but these mercenaries don't like it.

But music is different, whether it is a nobleman, a merchant, a commoner, a beggar, a knight or a mercenary, they all like to listen to the beautiful voice of the bard.

Music is said to have a special magic, and the bard proves it.

The bards, riding horses and carrying their harps, roamed around the continent, collecting and recounting local legends.

They use their music to work their magic, making the listener sometimes cry and sometimes rejoice, which is the life of singing all over the world.

Bards had to deal with a wide variety of people, and as a result, they often became diplomats, coordinators, messengers, spies, or spies.

The bard's magic comes from within. Kind-hearted bards can bring hope and courage to the less fortunate, and use their expertise in musical magic to fight the schemes of the villains.

In addition to storytelling, bards are best used to teach lords and knights who are about to woo noble ladies a few lines of poetry in order to improvise.

When they entered the tavern, there was already a bard playing a bleak and mournful song on the high platform:

"Bow your head and leave your homeland, your heart full of sorrow. ”

"The strange battlefield lies ahead, the hill where my brother's bones are buried. ”

"The river wanted to slow me down, but the nobles kept urging behind me. ”

"They already have countless estates and slaves, but they are obsessed with other people's lands and daughters. ”

Step by step, the voices of relatives are getting farther and farther away, and the village of my hometown is becoming more and more blurred. ”

"Only a spear in your hand, listen to my low sobs......"

Wiggins heard the song. Almost everywhere you go, wherever there is a bard, someone sings this song called 'Expedition'.

This is a song written by a bard when he was forcibly drafted into the army, and it has since become widely circulated in the army.

"Three glasses of ale!" Manid waved at one of the guys at the front desk. "A few more appetizers!"

When the tavern man saw a guest enter, he greeted him.

The guy walked in and took a look, only to realize that two of them were the same people who had caused trouble before. "Why are you here again?"

Manid looked at the guy in front of him for some reason. "What? You're not welcome here?"

"No, my lord, but you ......."

Wiggins interrupted, "Don't be verbose, go and bring us the food!" and then he took a silver coin from his money bag and threw it to the other party. "This is for you!"

After the guy took the silver coin, he bent his upper body and said with a smile: "Yes... Yes, my lord, wait a minute, I'll go and get it ready for you!"

Manid found a table and sat down, and asked, "Did you make any trouble with me when the boss and I were away?"

At the same time, Manid noticed that there were no less than a dozen pairs of hostile eyes staring at them around the hall.

"It's not a big deal," Wiggins explained. "Mo Cha was targeted by two thieves when he went to the toilet, and then he taught them a lesson. After the boss here found out about this, he was afraid of getting into trouble, so he asked us to leave!"

Manid's lips pursed, his face turned angry, and he blamed: "The boss has repeatedly told you to enter the city and not make trouble, not long after entering the city, you have provoked these ruffians. ”

Wiggins said sullenly: "Things have already happened, is it useful to blame them senselessly?

Manid reminded his companion, "Don't you see that as soon as we entered the door, we were targeted by a dozen pairs of ill-intentioned eyes?" and his hand reached for the saber at his waist.

Wiggins sprang up from his wooden bench and looked at the strange and hostile faces around him. "Since they want to find us trouble, we will simply solve these troubles once and for all, so as not to cause more trouble in the future. ”

Kradus suddenly spoke, "I'll leave the left five to you," and his gaze suddenly became as cold as a blade. "I'll deal with the remaining seven. ”

"What a big breath?" said a dismissive smile to a one-eyed man sitting at the square table across from them. "Do you out-of-town mercenaries think you're very capable and don't take anyone else seriously?"

", if you want to get revenge on us, just show the guy," Wiggins replied coldly. "Otherwise, don't bother us drinking here!"

The one-eyed man still teased without changing his face. "Your men have wounded two of my brothers, is this justified?"

"That's how you should deal with people like you!" Wiggins responded with a mocking tone of disdain.

The one-eyed man suddenly became angry, and said menacingly: "Good boy, I originally wanted to discuss with you how to reconcile, since you are so ignorant of lifting, don't blame Lao Tzu for bullying more and less!"

"Wait!" Manid suddenly raised his hand to stop the other man's next move. Since there are other solutions, he, the acting head of the group, is naturally unwilling to cause trouble for the team.

The one-eyed man smiled sarcastically. "What, now you know you're scared?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to reconcile?" said Manid tepidly. "As long as the conditions are not too excessive, we will promise you. ”

"Very well, you know each other. The one-eyed man said solemnly. "Your people have injured my two brothers, this matter can't be left at that, now I give you two choices, one is to hand them over and let us deal with them......"

"This can't be!" Wiggins replied angrily before he could finish his sentence.

"Don't worry, I have a second option. Immediately, the one-eyed man smiled greedily. "Take out 200 dinars to compensate my two injured brothers, and that's it!"

"100 gold for a human life, when did a thief's life become so valuable?" the expression on Manid's face began to become dissatisfied. "It's a shame not to be a robber and bandit just for you to do this. ”

"Lao Tzu really has this plan," the one-eyed man said angrily. "Without further ado, do you accept my conditions?"

"I'm sorry, I'll choose the third option!" Manid replied nonchalantly.

The one-eyed man smashed his spit fiercely, gritted his teeth and roared: "There is no third choice, only these two options, either hand over the person, or take the money to buy his life!"

Manid said contemptuously: "Whether there is a third option is not up to you, but I think there must be one!"

Manid gave the other a meaningful, cold stare. "Before I make a decision, I'll give you two choices!"

The one-eyed man looked at each other with cold eyes, and there was a feeling of falling into an ice cave, he had never seen such a terrible look in his eyes. He subconsciously asked, "What choice?"

"Or get out of here," Manidian said in a cold tone. "Or just shut your stinky mouth and stop bothering us to drink!"

"Boss, what nonsense to talk about him," shouted One-Eye's men. "Let your brother rush directly to kill them, are you afraid that they won't have any money on them?"

"Be careful, don't kill me all," the one-eyed man snapped warning his men. "Otherwise, if you are caught at that time, I will not be able to save you. ”

The subordinate holding a dagger in his hand assured, "Don't worry, boss, we have our own measure." As he spoke, he waved to the other accomplices. "Brothers, just break their hands and feet, and don't hurt their lives. ”

Seeing the formation, the other drinkers in the tavern avoided to make room for these people.

Some of the men wearing weapons had no intention of leaving, but planned to hide to the side and watch the excitement.

It's also a rare pleasure for these outlaws.

The only one who was unlucky was the tavernkeeper, and a fight between the two sides would inevitably destroy some tables and chairs, or even break the drinks on the counter.

And some of the guests who took advantage of the chaos in the hall and evaded orders were not a few. (To be continued.) )