"One more! another one!" said the drinkers in the tavern at the old man. They haven't gotten satisfaction from the old man's story, so they hope he can continue it.

But the old man looked out the window with a little drunken eyes, and the night was already very deep. So he shook his head and coughed lightly, "No, I couldn't help but talk about this time for a while." My little grandson is still waiting for me to go back and put him to sleep, I have to go back quickly. Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll continue to tell the story of the gray-robed mage, how about it?"

The hotel owner knocked on the counter to quiet the drinkers, the old man's story is the main reason for the booming business of this tavern, plus the boss himself is also a loyal listener of the old man, so he doesn't want the old man to get into trouble, "Since the old man has said so, don't rush him." Come on, come on, and to celebrate the end of this story, I invite you all to have a drink!"

The atmosphere in the tavern was lively again because of the boss's words, and the old man took advantage of this opportunity to pick up the coat hanging at the door and put it on and walked into the night. The tavern in the town is not far from the house, and the old man by the moonlight finds the keychain in his arms, and finds the one that can open the door. He opened the door lightly, for fear of waking up his sleeping family, but found a small figure sitting in the living room. It was his grandson, the little one was draped in a blanket, and his head was going up and down because of sleepiness.

When the old man saw this, he smiled warmly, he closed the door, picked up the flint from the wardrobe and lit the oil lamp by the door. The sudden light woke up the little one. "Grandpa, you're back, Hatche..."

He hurriedly walked up, carefully placed the lantern on the table, and picked up his grandson, "Why don't you sleep so late?" ”

"I want to listen to stories! I won't sleep if you don't tell stories!" Embraced in his arms, the little guy immediately came to his senses, and his eyes were wide open and he looked at his grandfather.

The old man couldn't help but be so coquettish, so he put his little grandson on the bench next to the fireplace, and then borrowed fire from the lantern with tongs and lit the fireplace. When the warm light of the fire filled the room, the old man took two bottles of milk from the cupboard and placed them on the fireplace to heat them. Then he sat down on the soft cushions of the bench at the urging of the little one. He picked up a cushion and put it on his lap so that his grandson could lean on it, and then carefully checked that the blanket on the latter's body was tightly wrapped, for fear that the cold wind would penetrate through the gap. When all this was done, the old man spoke again.

"Okay, you kid. Then I'll tell you the story of the gray-robed mage..."

"Don't! I don't want to listen to his story!" the little guy quickly interrupted when he heard the beginning of his grandfather's statement, and then realized that his attitude seemed to be impolite, and explained in a red face and whispered, "You always tell me stories about the gray-robed mage, and I want to hear about others today." Okay, grandpa?"

"Yes, my little prince, of course no problem. So, whose story would you like to hear?"

"Hmm... I want to hear the story of the Count of Montenegro!" said the little fellow excitedly, for the child always longed for something brightly coloured, and the grey robe was too dull for him.

"Lothar's story, well, we'll tell him today. ”

The firewood in the fireplace crackled as it roasted, and the old man's voice began to speak by the fireplace in the fluttering of sparks......