"We're all going to die!" Ravel is to blame for that...... I was supposed to lie in the haystack in the stable...... You have to leave today......"

The cold and dense rain whipped on his face, and Ravel's complaints made Ravel even more upset, and he turned around and roared: "Hans, shut up! I have the blood of the Gorantur family in my veins, how dare you stupid donkey question me?!"

Perhaps because he had vented his anger, or perhaps because his mouth was filled with rain, Ravel calmed down a little, and when he looked up at the sky, he saw that the clouds had not abated in the slightest, and shouted helplessly, "Listen, Hans! Let's find a higher place, tie the three old fellows together, and we will hide under the horse's belly, and wait for the rain to stop before we go." ”

Hans did not speak, the three horses were their companions, their possessions, and their most important props. Without horses, they lose their identity and become exactly like the lowly outcasts. They would normally have preferred to starve to feed their horses first, but now they have to sacrifice these precious companions.

Ravel and Hans silently took out the twine, and tied the horses together, knowing very well that this was not an option. The rain had already drenched them, and even if they hid under the horse's belly, they wouldn't last long, unless the rain would soon stop. Haas knelt in the mud, crossed his hands, and trembled and prayed to the merciful Lord of Light to stop the rainstorm, dispel the clouds, and let the sun shine again.

Haas prayed over and over again, and the torrential rain continued to fall, and just as he was desperate, Ravel rushed out from under the horse's belly, jumping and waving excitedly, "Help! we are here! for the sake of the Lord of Light..... Help us!"

Ravel's efforts were not in vain, and the three figures in the rain screen sensed the movement and walked towards them. Haas crawled out of the mud with a skelet, and Ravel, who was hugging him, jumped and screamed. When the three men approached, they saw only two men huddled together, screaming, laughing, and crying as if they were crazy.

"You're really lucky, our convoy is not far ahead. Let's go!"

The man in the front looked Ravel and Hans up and down, and with a wave of his hand, the giant umbrella was stretched open, blocking the roaring rain. Haas was not surprised, and hurriedly tried to untie the rope that bound the horse, but another man drew his sword and stepped forward, and the sword light flashed against the horse's belly, and the hemp rope immediately broke. Ravel hurriedly grabbed the reins to calm the frightened horses, and the two men walked forward with the three men.

After walking for about two quarters of an hour, Ravel saw the "shack" with the carriage as the wall and the giant umbrella as the roof, and his heart finally settled down. The two men led their horses into the "hut", and found many people inside, as well as oxen and horses, and a tall, fierce-looking one-eyed dragon met them, and ordered: "Give each of these two unfortunate unfortunate bastards a blanket, and let them roast on the fire and drink a bowl of hot soup." ”

After a while, the master and servant took off their soaked clothes, wrapped themselves in a sheepskin blanket, and sat down in front of the brazier, drinking the steaming broth while roasting the fire. After two bowls of hot soup, Ravel felt that his whole body was alive again, and he began to carefully observe his surroundings.

More than a dozen canoe "sheds" cover this side of the world like mushrooms, and the surrounding ox carts and carriages are the walls of the sheds, and one of them is more than twice the size of ordinary noble carriages. The people in the shed were either elite guards or well-trained squires, and the cattle and horses were particularly strong, and Ravel even saw four pure-blooded Myrel horses, and he was now completely sure that it was a noble convoy.

While Ravel was observing the convoy, the one-eyed dragon was also checking his belongings.

"A bucket of kidney beans, eleven gold soles, fifty-two silver soles, two hundred and thirty copper soles, two steel daggers, a short sword, tsk, and three hand crossbows...... Parchment scrolls, quill ...... What is this?harp?bagpipes!" Gru touched the back of his head and laughed, "It's a bard!"

A young guard asked curiously, "Captain, what does a bard do?"

"A bunch of liars who like people. Gru's one-eyed look showed a look of nostalgia, and he smiled again, "Let's go and see the bard in distress." ”

Seeing the one-eyed dragon coming over with a few guards, Ravel hurriedly got up and stroked his chest and saluted, "Good day, adults." Thank you for saving our lives. I am Ravel, a bard from the Eastern League, and this is my faithful servant, Hans. As he spoke, Ravel quietly kicked his servant, and Hans hurriedly dropped the half-gnawed flesh and bones, and saluted Grushi as his master did.

The War Bear Mercenary Regiment once rescued a bard, who claimed to have aristocratic blood and a haughty temperament, and ignored the mercenaries who rescued him, and finally cheated the mercenary group out of a sum of money and fled. However, the mercenary group also learned to write from him and made some useful contacts. Now, the bard respectfully calls himself an adult, much to Gru's pride.

"I'm Gru, the captain of Viscount Randall's personal guard. Gru raised his chin arrogantly and said, "It's the season of cold water, why don't you stay in the town and go out into the wilderness?"

Ravel and Hans looked at each other, and Gru immediately knew that he had guessed correctly, and couldn't help but laugh.

"My lord, I just won some money in the tavern, and those who lost didn't let go, so ....." Ravel explained in a low voice, Gru shook his hand and said, "I don't care if you gamble or cheat, since your lord ordered you to be rescued, I won't kick you out." ”

"Did Lord Viscount Randall send someone to rescue us? I must thank the honorable Lord Viscount in person. Ravel said in surprise.

Gru squinted at Ravel and said coldly, "My lord, can you see you if you want?" ”

"Yes, yes!" Ravel watched Gru leave, his eyes glinting with excitement.

In the evening, when the torrential rain gradually turned into moderate rain, the soldiers in the camp lit three braziers and began to prepare for the day's dinner. It didn't take long for the two cauldrons to be licked out of the steaming heat by the tongue of fire. On the other side, two attendants concentrated on roasting a fat yellow sheep, the golden grease rolled into the bonfire, bursting a little spark, and the enticing aroma made the master and servant swallow non-stop.

When the game was cooked, the attendants untied the yellow sheep from the grill and skillfully used a knife to break down the crispy mutton on the outside and tender on the inside into two delicate silver plates, which the two delicate maids held up and walked towards the two noble carriages. Hans stared at the maid's upright ass, while Ravel stared at the door of the largest carriage.

The maid gently knocked on the carriage, the door was opened, bright candlelight spilled out of the carriage, a snow-white and graceful hand took the silver plate, and the door was closed again. It was this short astonishment, the beautiful jade hand that was as beautiful as a iris deeply imprinted in Ravel's heart.

Until the night, the viscount did not summon Ravel's master and servant. Hansen was already asleep, Ravel was wrapped in a blanket, tossing and turning, and he kept fantasizing in his heart about the beauty of the owner of the slender hand.

The next morning, Ravel's master and servant were woken up, and by this time the rain had stopped, and the soldiers and attendants were busy packing up the camp, they put away their huge umbrellas, and set up their wagons. Gru walked over to Ravel and said, "Wash up and wait for the summons of the adults." ”

Ravel and Hans washed up, carefully arranged their clothes, and after making sure that there was no negligence, they waited patiently for the Viscount's summons.

In Ravel's eager eyes, the carriage door was pushed open, and a delicate boot stepped out first, and then the slender figure met Ravel's eyes, when the snow-white slender hand rested on the threshold, Ravel finally couldn't help but look at the face of the slender hand owner.

The beautiful red hair is coiled into an elegant lady's bun, the turquoise eyes are a little more colored than emeralds, the beautiful nose is as beautiful as jade under the red lips, the fair face is full of a faint spring love, between the eye waves, Ravel's mind becomes blank, and the face he has fantasized countless times is not as good as the smile of this stunning beauty.

Ravel watched the beauty get out of the car in a daze, and he just wanted to prostrate himself in front of her, kiss her boots, and praise her with the most beautiful poetry. But the beauty did not care at all about the goose-like bard, and she stepped aside lightly, and another red-haired beauty stepped into the carriage. Ravel could barely breathe when he saw this noblewoman, they were exactly the same twins!

The two beauties stood outside the car door, stretching out the same jade hand, and a black-haired and black-eyed teenager stepped out of the carriage with their slender hands, and Ravel's heart was immediately consumed by the raging jealousy. Although the young nobleman was handsome and stunning, better than the twins, he was so hateful and hateful in Ravel's eyes.

When Hans saw Ravel froze, he knew that his old mistake had been repeated, so he pinched his ass with subtlety and ferocity. The sharp pain brought Ravel to his senses, and he hurriedly lowered his hands and bowed his head, making a humble and honest appearance. The young viscount did not pay attention to the poet's actions, he stretched out his arm towards the door, and out of the carriage came out again a beautiful noblewoman, with the support of the young nobleman, she stepped out of the carriage with graceful demeanor, and her fair and smooth face was also flushed with this faint flush, and her blue eyes stared at the young nobleman's face, and her eyes were full of affection.

Why not me in the carriage!? Ravel lamented in his heart.

"Good morning, Victor. You look in good spirits. Count Elliott greeted Victor with a warm smile on his face.

"Good morning, Master Elot. "Victor's face is a little hot, and he can't control his blood yet.

It's really tender, what's so embarrassing about this......

Elliott duly changed the subject, "This is the shipwrecked traveler you rescued yesterday?"

"Your name is Ravel, and you're a bard?" Gru's conversation with Ravel could not hide from Victor's perception.

Several attendants quickly spread tarpaulins on the floor, set up round tables and chairs, and Victor and Elot greeted each other and sat down.

Count Elliott asked with interest, "Bard, the blood of that family?"

"Your Excellency, I am in the blood of the Granture family. Ravel performed an old aristocratic etiquette.

"Grantur?" Eliot couldn't remember the family's name.

Ravel explained wryly: "Granture is a family of the Eastern League......"

"Oh. When Elot heard that Granture was a nobleman of the Eastern Alliance, his attitude immediately cooled.

The bards were neither nobles nor freemen, rather, they were nobles among freemen. When the noble blood is left behind in the vassal family, and the family fails to become a family, after a few generations, the noble blood in the vassal family becomes extremely thin, and their children and grandchildren can no longer awaken to knights, let alone have no money to study in the White Tower, and the second son in the family can only find his own way out, and acting as a bard is the choice of most people.

In the history of the aristocracy of mankind, there have been many outstanding bards, among whom there are even knights of the pinnacle. They were romantic, freedom-loving, spiritually satisfied, proficient in music and literature, and composed beautiful poems and heroic hymns, and they were highly sought after by the nobles and were honored by the lords. These great bards, who were knights, poets, and singers, liked to do chivalrous deeds, and the common people regarded them as heroes and legends, and the church called these knightly poets who helped the people rangers.

The heroic feats of the rangers are widely spread in the human kingdom and are constantly talked about, which makes those children of poor families and noble blood yearn for this romantic profession. This has led to mixed bards, especially those of the Eastern Union, who often do dishonorable things in order to make a living.

The Eastern Alliance is the penal colony of the prisoners, and the noble blood there has long been ruined by the Suth Kingdom and the Borui Kingdom, and at least a few dozen out of a hundred people will claim to have noble blood. Elot certainly wouldn't take Ravel in his eyes, but Victor was interested in the bard in front of him.

In Victor's view, these low-level poets connected the aristocratic class with the plebeian class, they traveled from north to south, they were well-informed, they were messengers and spreaders of rumors, and they themselves had the characteristics of brokers and messengers.

"Ravel, where are you from? and what news do you have to tell me?" Victor is accustomed to the age of information explosion, and is eager to know the news from afar.

Ravel was in good spirits, and this was the opportunity he was waiting for.

"Your Excellency, I am from the Eastern Alliance, and I have traveled through the Kingdom of Borui, the Kingdom of Seuss, the Kingdom of Neville, and the Kingdom of Gambis, wanting to enjoy the scenery of the Centaur Hills. Would you like to hear from that?"

Victor smiled faintly: "You can just talk about some big events." ”

"Half a year ago, Her Majesty Queen Seuss Eleano held a grand banquet to entertain the visiting elven blood nobles......" Ravel secretly observed Victor's expression, and seeing that he did not express displeasure, he continued: "Twelve months ago, Duke Peter of the Kingdom of Borui deprived his eldest son Raymond Peter of his inheritance and appointed his second son Meister as his heir......"

"Oh?" asked Victor casually, "what caused Raymond Peter to be stripped of his inheritance?"

"It is rumored that Young Master Raymond is cheating with Duke Peter's personal maid...... When the Duke learned of this, he was furious and executed Young Master Raymond's butler, and imprisoned Raymond on the island of Ogar, one of the seven islands. ”

"Interesting. Go on. Victor laughed.

"This ..... King Neville personally killed an Ogre Overseer....."

Count Elote scoffed, "This is the feat that the royal family of Neville paid you to praise His Majesty Rekis, right?"

"Yes..... Yes. Ravel said honestly.

Victor looked at the panicked Ravel and couldn't help but feel something. If the little baron had not awakened the elven blood, he would probably have been a bard, recruiting a servant, carrying three horses, wandering around, making a living, praying that one day he would be appreciated by a big man, get a job to make a living, or join a wealthy freeman merchant family, or die quietly in a corner.

Thinking of this, Victor instructed Gru, "Give them supplies and reward them with another 100 gold soles." ”

Ravel was overjoyed and complimented, "Thank you, Lord Viscount, for your generosity. May you shine in splendour, and may the beautiful Viscountess live on in her youth. ”

Judy, dressed in a viscountess gown, smiled like a flower, while the Alina sisters had a frosty face. Two cold murderous auras made Ravel shrink his neck, and the goddess in his heart was gone.