It was a quiet summer dawn, the sun was slowly rising from the hills to the east, and the morning glow was only soaking the corner of the sky, while the rest of the place was still gray. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe villagers of Laiwulun village have not yet woken up, and they are used to sleeping like this on weekend mornings in peacetime. The village is built on the mountain, by the stream, out of the village and across the stream, you can see the mountains stretching, the forest is verdant. The stream is like a clean white stream, separating the village from the mountains. There is only one valley road between the mountains, leading to Aaron, and the village depends on this valley road for supplies. The large slopes of the mountain are used to grow cabbage and olives, and the grape trellises are used for Aaron's best wines. According to the ancient custom of Rhodoc, every household placed oil and wood at the door to show their wealth. Only one family had a simple water tank at the door where a traveling horse could drink quietly, and the villagers also made fun of the family for raising horses in the mountains. But at this dawn, a chubby middle-aged woman finally took the horse, handed it to the young man beside her, and then held his hand tightly, and said unhurriedly, "Son, have you made up your mind?" the young man looked at his mother and nodded. This young man was about 16 years old, with a delicate face and a tall and straight figure, but he looked a little thinner, but there was a fortitude in his eyes that was different from that of his peers. He was dressed in a short-sleeved robe with a green shirt collar, and his clothes were plain, but they were all clean and tidy. His mother helped him set up the lute and then turned away, "Let's go." The young man quickly got on his horse, and said no more, and when he reached the stream, he could not bear it, and when he looked back, he saw a small figure on the hill, kneeling on the ground and praying, and the sun finally rose over the hill, and the figure of his mother melted into it, which was particularly moving. The young man turned away, rode his horse all the way down the valley road, and disappeared into the mountains.

Later, the name of Feljans gradually spread in the Rhodoc Mountains. People who don't know him will be moved by his singing for the first time, and when they see such a beautiful young man, they will be happy to associate with him. He was often seen at village gatherings, where he sang poems and songs for the wedding couples, and the young men were fascinated by his heroic legends, and the old people gladly accepted his advice and told him about the old past at dusk with grapes. In the evening, the hospitable family left him to live, and he played the lute to express his gratitude, so that the maiden of the house opened the door and looked carefully, but her ears had long since stopped listening to the tune, but her cheeks were crimson. He stayed in one village for only one day, and the next day he returned to his journey, where he met a caravan and traveled together.

The Rhodoc trail is rugged and difficult, but the caravan is still frequent, producing some of the best velvets and wines in the continent, which are the favorite of the nobles of the Suno. Fairjans stayed with the caravan at night in the wilderness, which was the best stage for him, the stars in the sky as the gentlest lights, the vast night as the deepest curtain, the mountains and trees as the quietest listeners, and the forest and the wind and water as the most elegant companions. The merchants of Rhodoc also gave him gifts as a sauvenir. When you arrive in town, you will first go to the taverns, which are very lively, especially in Djerkhara. The rather atmospheric stone building is not inferior to the lord's castle residence, and is supported by two thick stone pillars in the middle. When the night comes, the torches are lit all around, the inside of the museum is illuminated, the simple and solemn texture on the stone wall is clearly visible, and even some scholars have verified that this is the oldest tavern in the mainland. The boss lit a fire at the bar, and there was a large exaggerated smoked fish hanging from the beam, and the drinkers could just take it down and cut it everywhere if they wanted to eat it. Feuerjans is also not frightened in such a place, and the war hero loves wine, and he performs everything wonderfully, just like the most sophisticated winemaker to make wine for the texture of various ingredients, and the same is true for wine drinkers, and Feljans is naturally very popular. But what is even more valuable is that the tavern is full of poets and musicians from Rhodoc. What Feljans lacked was not skill but understanding, and finally someone besides his mother understood his ambitions. It turned out that the young poet longed for the heroic deeds, but because Calradia did not have systematic historical materials, he searched around the people, wanting to compile these deeds and create an epic poem as a witness to the immortality of the times. The poets have more or less such a complex, but they have been exhausted by the daily rush and hard work, and lack the persistence and talent of Feuerjans, and now they are inspired by Feuerjans to show their talent again. Their passion, their experience, and now their dedication to Feuernsons, will be Feuerjans' right-hand men until their talents are integrated into the great masterpiece. In this way, the legendary Augustus, the hero, the hero, the Helorin, the soldier, the conquering Drake, the loyal and patriotic Avam, the freedom-loving Bejostad, the invincible Gangding, the brilliant Berleck, and the later Five Kings, and now the Lady of Asona, who unified the continent, all regained their brilliance in their writings and mouths.

When he returned to his room in the evening, he had already fallen asleep, and he gently took out the portrait of his mother. It is said that it was painted for her by her friend when she was in the army, and that friend was a good builder and was not a native of Calradia, but he had an accident and had to do odd jobs to earn money for his journey. Later, he scraped together enough money to leave a portrait of his mother before leaving. Judging from the portrait, the mother at that time had a very slender waist and slender and white fingers, but unfortunately she had never seen it. At that time, my mother had blonde hair, combed a fashionable girlish hairstyle, combed the hair on both sides to the back of her head, exposed her ears, and drew a wavy graceful curve between her temples, revealing the girl's cleverness and liveliness in her eyes. Mother also joined a mercenary team because of helplessness, when she ran away from marriage and had a home difficult to return, but every time my mother talked about this, she would show a complicated expression, as if she was struggling in the sea of memories, a little happy but more helpless and regretful. When Felljans thought of this, he felt a faint pain in his heart, and the same wound could not heal if he was repeatedly pulled. He naturally didn't believe that his mother would deceive him, but he felt sorry for his mother's unspeakable suffering. Then an old bard came looking for him, and he hurriedly withdrew the portrait and wiped the corners of his eyes. "Grandpa Mihi, what are you looking for me?"

"I've heard the guy you're talking about. Mihi's voice was small but firm.

Feljans scrambled to his feet, the information in his eyes was indescribable, "Tell me quickly!"

The old poet sighed, "Son, I heard about it in Suno, but not on any open occasion. Do you really insist on looking it up?"

Ferjans nodded, no different from when he had been in the village of Laiwulun.

"It seems to have something to do with Lady Esona in Suno. "The old man is meaningful.

"The current Queen?"

"Go to Suno, kid, it's even more expansive. Then the old man stopped talking, and went out with the door.

Early the next morning, Feuerjans headed out of the pass. On a clear summer evening, wisps of smoke rose from the plains. The sun is setting and the afterglow is soaking the sky. In the warm light of the sunset, the magnificent ancient city of Suno was revealed, glowing with a golden light that also illuminated the scattered villages around the gem city. These weak but tenacious people of the land who have survived a hundred years of war have finally regained their vitality. The vast plains of Suno, planted with barley wheat, emerge from the darkness of the earth and reach the horseshoe in the hot summer months, gently swaying with the moist westerly winds. Farther away is the forest that surrounds the plains, and in the deep hideaways lurk the sighs and sighs of many outlaws. Further afield, you can see the two longest mountain ranges in the center of the continent, the Jelberg Mountains and the Cressy Mountains. The natural barrier that once guarded the Nords and Rhodocs for a hundred years is now widely known as a scenic spot. It is hard not to be moved by the magnificent scenery of the young bard, riding a tired traveling horse through the heart of the continent, and humming excitedly on horseback. Feljans came all the way from Djerkhara and didn't stay long on the way. Now his hair was long and covered his forehead, and he looked a little depressed, the collar of his green shirt was faded and taut tightly, and the nomadic boots on his feet were stained with dust and worn. The only thing that remains unchanged is his eyes, which are passionate, resolute and sincere, and look particularly energetic on his dusty face. His singing voice is still so gentle and tactful, but it is difficult to suppress the rumbling of his stomach. This immediately blushed Fairians' face, and he subconsciously looked around, and found only the sound of the wind and the cries of cattle and sheep, and he couldn't help laughing.

When he came to the city of Suno, the night was already dark, the Milky Way was hanging in the sky, and the ancient stone city was becoming deeper and deeper. The lights of the city were lit, the Swadian light infantry on the night vigil stretched out in the light of the flames, and the people strolling through the streets were leisurely and content. Suno looks very energetic and the people look well nourished. The polished and brightly polished tools in the artisan shops show that they have a good memory and that business is booming. There are also immigrants who come here from elsewhere, as if to try their luck. The streets are lined with haystacks and lumber, and beautiful carts are placed on the corners for those in need. Fairyance passed through the first arch, and the militiaman glanced at him and reminded him in a languid tone: "Watch your behavior and you will not be in trouble in the city." "Turning left through the archway, the owner has placed large vats of ale outside the door, and seems to be very relieved about the security here. Further on, up the high steps, you will come to the lord's residence, which rises from the bottom and overlooks the town. Feljans was amazed, and suddenly wanted to do a research on the ancient buildings of Calradia, but the grumbling of his stomach reminded him once again that it was time for him to go where he should go. Walking down the stairs to the town's residential quarters, opposite the horse dealers, the sign of the tavern is clearly visible under the torches.

When he came to the city of Suno, the night was already dark, the Milky Way was hanging in the sky, and the ancient stone city was becoming deeper and deeper. The lights of the city were lit, the Swadian light infantry on the night vigil stretched out in the light of the flames, and the people strolling through the streets were leisurely and content. Suno looks very energetic and the people look well nourished. The polished and brightly polished tools in the artisan shops show that they have a good memory and that business is booming. There are also immigrants who come here from elsewhere, as if to try their luck. The streets are lined with haystacks and lumber, and beautiful carts are placed on the corners for those in need. Fairyance passed through the first arch, and the militiaman glanced at him and reminded him in a languid tone: "Watch your behavior and you will not be in trouble in the city." "Turning left through the archway, the owner has placed large vats of ale outside the door, and seems to be very relieved about the security here. Further on, up the high steps, you will come to the lord's residence, which rises from the bottom and overlooks the town. Feljans was amazed, and suddenly wanted to do a research on the ancient buildings of Calradia, but the grumbling of his stomach reminded him once again that it was time for him to go where he should go. Walking down the stairs to the town's residential quarters, opposite the horse dealers, the sign of the tavern is clearly visible under the torches.

Feljans, who liked such a lively place, took out his lute and cleared his throat: "Hello, distinguished gentlemen. Some of the audience turned to look at him sideways, smiling expressions on their faces. "I wrote poems and composed music for the lords and noble women of the land. For example, chanting about a great war or singing the praises of the honorable virtues of a certain king...""his war!" "his king!" The tavern was booed as if he were trying to make things difficult for the embarrassed poet. Unhurried, Feljans said, "In the face of a more discerning audience, I sing about intoxicating wine." (That's pretty much it!)" As for the average audience, I sing about the eternal theme: love. As soon as Feljans finished speaking, his sweaty face flushed, the fire was blazing, and the intense light swept across his face and seeped into his fair skin, revealing his truly beautiful countenance. It was then that the drinkers realized that the young poet was so beautiful. "Sing, young man, you are so pretty, it must be good to sing!" the audience gave encouragement, and Feljans naturally reciprocated. He brought everyone a song "The Desire in the Heart", which was beautiful and moving, and some young people even left sad tears as proof of their broken love. The first shot is fired, and then it goes smoothly. Poem after poem tugged at the heartstrings, and the drinkers no longer spared the poor few dinars in their pockets. By the time the crowd dispersed, Feljans had already made enough money, and the price he paid was a clear voice. Exhausted, he ordered bread cream and soup and devoured it. After a full meal, the boss gave him a can of wine, and he was a little puzzled, "I didn't order wine." "The boss laughed heartily," said an old gentleman who said to buy a can of the best wine here for everyone who came here tonight. He gestured to the old man sitting nearby. The old man was dressed in aristocratic clothes, his hair was gray, but his waist was still strong and magnificent, as if he was born in a soldier, and his heroic arrogance was more than the arrogance of the nobles. His eyes were very reverent, but the sensitive poet also sensed a hint of guilt in them. The old man stared silently at the fire, the flames as if something was burning in his eyes. Feljans picked up the jug, walked across from the old man and bowed.