The bard finished singing "Crazy Kaos" and hummed a minor tune called "Eclipse of the Moon". Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The little-known minor sings the saga of the Fourteen Kingdoms period - the unknown origin of the human swordsman "Calby" Calby led an army of werewolves and bloods from the wilderness all the way south, defeating several thriving human nations and nearly disintegrating the Northern Alliance. At first glance, the story of "The Eclipse" is not related to the legends of the ancient gods, but it is in fact full of contempt and insult to the god of light for the paladins who are well versed in history, especially the servants of the same extreme group as Cato.

"Evelyn, can't you bard change some fresh tunes? Colby has been buried in the ground for hundreds of years? I'm afraid there are no bones left, and the old man still sings them. Cato frowned and shouted impatiently, in a disgusted tone.

The busy proprietress didn't reply, and responded in the same impatient tone: "If you want to change the tune, throw it away!" Throw a lot of gold over, even if you name it randomly, those money-hungry liars can sing what you like to listen to for an afternoon!"

Without waiting for Cato to take out his purse, the stranger, who had been silent for a long time, got up and walked up to the waist-length old poet and threw a heavy hedron upon him. "Please sing 'The Light Will Be Extinguished.'" The stranger said.

Cato finally kicked over the barstool, pushed aside the crowd of onlookers who were blocking his way, and rushed to the stranger to make a move.

"Kill me, and the god of light won't care about you. The stranger was lifted into the air by Cato's collar, and looked down contemptuously at the enraged paladin.

"Damn it, are you going to mess with me?" Evelyn snarled as she slipped the cloth that wiped her glasses in Gatu's face and slapped the bar.

Perhaps suddenly sober, or perhaps forced by the situation, Cato gently put the stranger down, but his eyes were still burning with anger. The stranger carefully arranges his collar, turns and throws a larger hedron at the frightened bard, "Sing! ”

Cato's nose twitched, and his eyes were like a fiery crater, and his anger was the lava churning through it.

"Get out of my place, you bastard!" Evelyn splashed Cato with ale, and then threw a large glass at Cato. "Get out of here!" Evelyn continued to urge. At the same time, the bard sang a tragic elegy in a magnetic voice.

Outside the gate of the sailor's pride, there was a drizzling rain—the marvelous topography of Howling Wind Bay made it rainy and rainy from time to time, even in the harsh winter, and there was occasional light rain here—and Cato, who blindly followed the rain shelter through the narrow and filthy streets, was drenched, and the rain flowed through the cracks in the armor, soaking through his close-fitting clothing. Unconsciously he walked to the harbor, and from a distance, the familiar Golden Throne was docked in the same place, the caravan workers were loading and unloading cargo in the rain, and the sailors were running around on the deck, not knowing what they were busy with.

The Golden Throne reminded Gato of the Iron Rooster that sank in the Sea of Fog two years ago, and it was the merchant ship that traveled between the East Island and Howling Wind Bay that buried his good brother.

"Do you know whose property the Golden Throne is?" a familiar voice sounded from behind him in Gato's disgust.