Ressarit lifted the pen, paused for a moment, and slowly put it down. Rolf watched him expectantly. This made Resarit a little embarrassed. He stared at the blank paper, pondering. Finally picked up the pen and wrote a few paragraphs.

Rolf hurriedly went up to Ressarit, and was embarrassed to find that he couldn't read at all.

"Ahem, sir, read it. Rolf said. "It's just an outline," Resarit nodded, reading slowly, "In that far Middle-earth, there are many evil halflings. They summon dragons and join the orcs! Their leader, Vlado the Scarlet-Eyed, covets the beauty of Sam Tuke, the princess of the White Tree. On a dark and windy night, he rode an evil dragon and kidnapped her!"

"Sam sounds like a male name," Rolf commented.

Resarit looked at Rolf, then continued to read: "The knight of Fatis, who had been in love with Sam for a long time, was furious when he heard the bad news. He summoned his companions, the great sage Resarit, and the handsome and valiant warrior Rolf to fight alongside him. ”

"I love to listen to this paragraph"

"They venture across the continent to defeat wizards, slay dragons, increase their strength, and finally fight Vlado in the Black Tower, the source of evil. ”

Rolf looked a little excited.

"Fatis stabbed Vlado to death with a sword, kicking his body into the abyss!

"It's tragic. ”

Two of his companions were grief-stricken for him for a while. rescued the princess. The princess was thrilled to make a promise, but they refused. They said that if the princess loved them, give them the country. The princess agreed, and Ressarit and Rolf became the kings of Middle-earth, and from then on wisely ruled Middle-earth!"

"Papapapa" Rolf stood up and clapped uncontrollably, and Resarit gave Rolf a smile back.

"What a story! Sir, you're a born troubadour!"

"Hehe, Your Excellency is polite!"

"I love this story, but for some reason I feel like the ending is a little weird. ”

"Strange?" Ressarit put down the manuscript, "In my place, the troubadour always has a reason, and that is the accident of the ending. Serendipity can make or break a story. ”

"Well, it's really surprising, you seem to have mentioned that you're not from Calradia, can you tell me what it's like on the other side of the sea?"

"Of course. Ressaris nodded: "There's a lot of literature over there, even a farmer can write a poem or two." There is also the development of drama. Every place has its own drama. To be honest, I actually wanted to be a writer when I was a child. ”

"Oh, how did you become an instructor?"

Ressarit touched his stubble, as if remembering something.

"Because the war is coming. ”

“”

"At first, the lords were flustered. They are used to peace. But the lords of the enemy country had long been well prepared. So the battle is won repeatedly. After the lord's regular army was almost dead and wounded, they went crazy. Recruiting troops like crazy, and even forcibly recruiting civilians to guard their broken stone forts. ”

"My father, my brother, were taken to defend the city. I was too young to do anything. Then I was left with my mother, a respectable person who gave me a warm refuge in the turbulent circumstances of the time. She used to laugh and tell me stories about my father and brother, but she didn't actually receive any news. She just wanted not to worry me and to have a happy childhood. And willing to pay a qiē. ”

"The war never ended. One day. When I came back from chopping wood, I saw a fire burning in the village, and many soldiers were looting and killing everywhere in the village. I ran home and saw my mother's body lying in the fire. I was stunned, or frightened, I don't remember later, I just remember being a beggar, wandering around, seeing the face of the world, and then an old troubadour from an aristocratic family took me in. ”

Rolf looked at Resarit and tried to say something comforting, but found that Resarit was as emotionless as telling someone else's story.

"A good Samaritan whose son died in the winds of war and I, tormented in the flames of war. Perhaps that's why he treats me like his own son. ”

"He educated me, gave me knowledge, all kinds of drama, poetry, well, it seems that he wanted to train me to be a good poet. Unfortunately, if there was no war, I would have been glad to do so, but I had a vengeful heart, and I asked him for advice on the art of war, and he deliberately avoided me. Well, his loss. However, I have collected a lot of books on the subject privately and am self-taught. ”

Ressarit fell silent suddenly, as if something had suddenly occurred to her. Rolf didn't pay attention, he hurriedly asked, "And then?"

"Huh?" Resarit looked up, "and then it was very ordinary, and the old poet died peacefully." I was named heir and was given a whole bunch of poetry collections. ”

“”

"I donated them to the Society of Scholars, and with the stock in my head, I infiltrated the army and became an instructor. ”

"But they limited my talents, and repeatedly denied my mentions, and I was too young and vigorous at that time, and once I pointed at the king's nose while he was parading to express my displeasure."

"So sir, you have such a mighty deed," Rolf looked surprised.

"Huh, do you know what he does with me?"

"The king said I was mad and sent for me to be thrown into prison. He charged me with an inexplicable treason, threatening to cut me down. Resarit said lightly.

"You escaped from prison?"

"Shall I sit here and talk to you?" the king was so angry that he issued a nationwide arrest warrant. Then a whole bunch of bounty hunters pestered me, like flies, and couldn't shake them off. At that time, I thought for a moment, and there were only two paths before me: one was to dive into the mountains and forests to avoid the limelight, and the other was to go out to sea - the route to Calradia had just been opened and I chose the second one. ”

"Then," Ressarit waved his hand, "I infiltrated a merchant ship. Smuggled to Calradia. ”

"It's a twist. Rolf made a concluding assessment: "That's when you met the captain, right?"

"That's right, His Excellency the Commander gave me direction when I was most confused, he invited me to join his team, and in a sense, he saved me. ”

“”

Resarit stood up. Take a deep breath. Pushing open the window, the sound of children playing reached his ears, and he turned his head to look downstairs, where a group of naughty children were having a snowball fight.

"It's a pity that it doesn't snow in the winter. ”

“”

Fatis noticed that the interior of the chalet was noticeably much more luxurious than the other rooms. In particular, there is a large locked iron box in the house.

"Dragon's treasure?" said Alleyne, who was following behind Fatis. Then he smiled at Jamila: "Princess, what do you think?"

Jamila's face flushed, ignoring Aren.

Fatis picked up the copper lock and looked at it, and after making sure that he couldn't open it, he turned to look at the two people behind him and asked:

"Will you pick the lock?"

"No, it won't. Jamila said, and Aren shook her head, then smiled and said to Fatis, "But I'm sure others will have a way." He walked out the door. Beckoned to a young hunter who was busy collecting robbers' blankets for the winter, and told him that he had found the treasure chest. Let him gather the crowd.

When the young hunter heard the news, he excitedly stuffed the blanket he was holding into his backpack, and then carried the bulging backpack on his back, shouting assembly instructions as he ran, while Alleyne stood at the door with a smile and waited.

After a while, the whole team arrived, making the already small wooden house even more cramped. "Hey, who's going to pick the lock?" and no one is going to watch at the door! "Don't crowd!" shouted Alleyne as he waved his hand through the crowd.

"Will you?" said a cloaked man next to Ellen to him, his tone full of disdain.

"No," Alleyne smiled awkwardly, then asked rhetorically, "Will you?"

The man in the cloak snorted and said, "I know a little bit about it!"

"Guys, back off, no one will have money to take if you can't open the lock!" Fatis stepped forward to dissuade everyone, then looked at the cloaked man and said, "You can pick the lock?"

The cloaked man nodded.

People caped men out of the air because everyone wanted to know what was in the box.

The man in the cloak was satisfied with everyone's gaze, he walked to the box, bent down, picked up the copper lock and examined it carefully, then took out a lock pick from his bosom and fiddled with it. People waited patiently for him. Finally, with a crisp thud, he stood up.

"Brother, you're awesome!" said a bearded man.

The man in the cloak turned his head a little embarrassed: "Eh, the lock pick is broken." ”

“”

"Do you have any small pieces of iron or something, if any?"

“”

"Get out of the way!" the Nord impatiently stepped forward and pushed the cloaked man away, then removed his two-handed axe, and with a loud roar, a heavy slash slashed the copper lock in half. The cloaked man was pushed to the ground, startled by the Nord's yell.

"Big axe!" the Nord raised his two-handed axe.

"Well done!" Alleyne smiled at the Nords, and preemptively opened the box. Not to be outdone, the others squeezed in, and the scene was suddenly chaotic, and various sounds mixed together, covering the cloaked man's cry of pain.

"Get out of the way! you've stepped on me!ahhhh Then he struggled on the ground for a long time before he turned over and stood up, and suddenly found that his surroundings had become silent.

"Well, why don't you speak?" asked the cloaked man nervously, looking around, then standing on tiptoe, glancing into the box, and suddenly speechless. (To be continued......)