After Wiggins left the tavern, he returned to the hotel they were staying at across the street. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He intended to tell Ellen the perfunctory attitude of Duke Kesto Michod and the disappearance of Fleet's body.

None of the two terrible pieces of news could make the boss happy. As he walked down the road, he thought to himself. Where did the Assassin's body go? Didn't Manid's sword hit him in the right place?

Yodah went alone to a brothel in a nearby alley.

The lewd and good/lustful Mocha also wanted to go with Yoda to be merry, but Jager stopped in front of him with a glare, preventing him from leaving the tavern.

Although the tea is half a head taller than Yager, the slender horse thief is no match for Yager's strength.

The young Nord mercenary was not only a good axe, but also a good sword.

Manid, Merck, Jager, and Mocha, among others, remained in the tavern, drinking, humming, chatting, and bragging about women.

This has become their habit, the habit of mercenaries. It can be called: the life of a mercenary.

Some mercenaries who have completed tasks or have no tasks to take on for a while will spend their time in taverns or brothels/houses.

In addition to the guys they always carry on their bodies and use to eat, ale and *** are the essential needs and pleasures of mercenaries.

Almost all taverns do good business, on the one hand, it is a distribution point for mission information, where mercenaries can wait for an employer in need.

On the other hand, the mercenaries are adrift, and when they are not on a mission, they have nowhere to go except to stay in taverns or brothels/brothels.

Although it is not easy for these mercenaries to make money, most of them are very lavish when they spend their money, and they don't feel distressed.

After all, no one knows if they will be able to come back alive from the next mission, and they will die if they don't spend the money, which is too much of a loss.

In this bustling city, there are countless such mercenary taverns. Most of them are doing very well, and for the simple reason that this is Dehrim.

It is a gathering place for the rich to enjoy life, and at the same time a city for the poor to forget and sigh for.

Bands of mercenaries, professional killers, mercenary knights, bounty hunters, wandering samurai and other outlaws are all gathered in this rich and bustling city.

When nothing happened, the outlaws would gather in the tavern to hum songs and think strange questions, and then time would be passed away like this.

The Bard Niza began to tell his new companions stories about the Mercenary King.

"The mercenaries followed him in the eternal desolation, followed him in the darkness of the night, followed him in the storms and the shipwreck, and endured unspeakable calamities together......"

"Don't kid yourself, okay?" said the tavernkeeper's deep voice in the hall of the tavern. "Why do you always take the past so seriously?"

The Bard's story was interrupted, and he turned his head to look at the tavernkeeper opposite.

"Mr. Grees, please don't interrupt my story again," Niza stressed discontentedly. "I paid the gold coins with you, and you should respect your customers. ”

The tavernkeeper said humbly, "Yes, you are my guest, I should not have interrupted your story," and his words changed suddenly. "But you've been spreading these forbidden stories in my shop over and over again. ”

The leader of the Golden Lion Mercenary Regiment, the late mercenary King Garst Craggs.

This heroic figure, who is well-known in the mercenary city [Chanda] and even the entire Calradia continent, was ordered by King Harauth to prohibit anyone from mentioning it in the territory of the Svadia Kingdom.

"Gast is a hero of Calradia, shouldn't he be celebrated?" Niza pointed pointedly. "Yes, he did lead his mercenary regiment to fight Swadia soldiers on the battlefield, but he didn't brutally slaughter the captives, you were just blinded. ”

"What the hell is going on with this kid," Mocha muttered to the two companions beside him, who heard the argument, with a long face. "Doesn't he think he didn't get us in trouble enough?Manid, where did you get that......

"Shut your mouth," Manid wouldn't let him finish. "No matter where I got this kid from, I'm here for everyone. ”

"But this kid will cause us a lot of trouble," Mocha muttered with some dissatisfaction. "Aren't we in trouble enough, and we're going to bring a wanted criminal with a huge bounty that will make the outlaws salivate?"

"He's our new companion already, just as the boss and I did when we rescued you, the horse thief. Manid deliberately emphasized. "The mercenaries love this bard, they love to hear the stories he tells, they love to listen to the songs he plays, and that's enough!"

"Heroes or misunderstood, these have become history in the dust," the tavernkeeper's eyes fell silent, as if he knew the truth. "That thing is in the past, and nothing matters anymore. ”

"What's important?" said Niza, his tone as if questioning.

Merck also wanted to get an answer to what was most important to mercenaries.

"The important thing is that the will that has been inherited and passed on to future generations, just as this chaotic era has come. The tavernkeeper's hoarse voice echoed through the hall. "Dignity and honor are like a white cloud for mercenaries that comes and goes with the wind. ”

"My father always taught me that dignity is the soul of a person who supports faith and status, and honor is like a hat, a hat with status. Niza asked rhetorically. "If even dignity and honor are no longer important, what is there to be proud of?"

The entire hall of the tavern was silent except for the sound of the two of them arguing with each other.

Whether it's mercenaries, mercenary knights, wandering samurai, bounty hunters and professional killers, or the guys in the shop, they will quietly turn their complicated looks to the bards.

"Dignity, is honor important? Perhaps it is important to nobles, but mercenaries never think so. Which is more important, the hero who has never achieved anything for the sake of dignity and honor, or the bear who has been scolded by others to save the world?" Grace continued with a heavy expression. "When Gast was executed by the Swadian Knights, not a single member of the Golden Lion Mercenary Regiment dared to act recklessly. Why are they—"

"—because they are all cowards. ”

Grace sneered a little self-deprecatingly. "Even if they rush forward bravely, what role can they make? Why not save this cheap life, and cooperate with Gast's faith to achieve his unfinished business?" A pair of hands full of anger suddenly grasped his chest.

I don't know where the slender bard suddenly got his strength, and he threw himself in front of the tavern keeper with a fierce face, and his lips were even bleeding from the clenched teeth under those angry eyes.

"You.... You're farting!" Niza realized he was overly emotional, and he let go of his hand and turned away, gasping for air. The whole person collapsed in an instant.

"No," he muttered suddenly, as if he had lost his soul. "No, they're cowards!"

Grace saw the other party's inner struggle. "Young people, there is only one life, so you have to live well, you can't do what you want to do happily and freely, and choose to live for others;

"This is a lie, this is a lie, this is a lie told by the world to deceive all the good and ignorant! Isn't the bard the one who should smash these lies and convey the truth to everyone?"

"The true bards are the freest and happiest of the kinds, who bring the freshest and most cheerful songs, and give people happiness and joy, hope and peace, not disaster and anger." The tavern keeper eased the atmosphere without a trace. "I think that guy from Gast must be thinking the same way that he doesn't want to be a hero..."

The bard seems to vent all the grievances he has just received, as if he has experienced all the helplessness and troubles he has experienced.

He cried sadly, what a loss, what a cold reception, what an innocent wanted grievance, what determination that can never be stopped.

In the end, it's just an ordinary person, an ordinary person with humble dreams.

Not understood, not respected, but also to endure the cold eyes, contempt, and even expulsion of others.

As a bard who always adheres to his beliefs, Niza is behind the dissemination of the truth, which is infinitely misunderstood, infinitely struck, and infinitely despised.

Niza's eyes moistened, and he vented his hysteria at what had happened to him for so many years.

"They looked down on me, they despised me, no one would accept me, my uncle even wanted to arrest me, and it was time for me to face my dreams a little. ”

A passionate and passionate, with a touch of sentimentality, came out of Niza's mouth, and I have to say that this cheeky handsome guy sang quite well.

The melodious singing voice and the unique magnetic voice perfectly interpret this passionate "Mercenary Song".

Listening to the bard re-interpret it with his singing voice, and use another way to express the soul-shaking song, for a while the mercenaries remembered the tragic scenes they had experienced in the past.

When the song fell, Niza had tears in his eyes, and he liked this song himself, but he never felt like this when he sang it before.

At this moment, Niza truly realized the real thing in the lyrics, the true meaning of the soul. (To be continued.) )