Kevin found that the crow's complaining function was still quite powerful, which suddenly made it scream like this in the debate, the train of thought was interrupted, the atmosphere was also destroyed, and the momentum naturally dropped a lot. Kevin was originally full of confidence to speak www.biquge.info but he almost forgot his lines because of its call.

When a crow flies in, people will subconsciously look at it, listen to its call, and subconsciously think about what it is doing? Even if Kevin has been the master for so long, he will still be tricked if he is suddenly complained about.

"Haha, even your crow won't help you. The bearded man immediately scoffed.

Kevin forcibly changed the subject: "Let's talk about Rex." You should know the doctrine of chivalry, gentlemanliness, and light, right? You say Rex is not selfish, so I would like to ask what a true knight would do in that situation?"

The bearded man was silent.

"Do you think a true knight would slaughter billions of living beings for the sake of renewing a urinal?" Kevin asked rhetorically, "Don't tell me that someone else forced Rex, I've read this book too." In fact, no one forced him, this is just the subjective conjecture of the protagonist, a person grows stronger, the protagonist will go over in the middle of the night to stab him to death, because he may be a threat to himself? What is the reason? If someone else has a good thing, they will grab it, what is the reason?"

"It's easy, because that's the law of the jungle!" retorted the bearded, "the strong are honored!"

"If the law of the jungle is so good, why doesn't our country use the law of the jungle?" Kevin asked sharply.

Bearded: "......"

The crow immediately flew over the other party's head and circled: "Ah...... Yes...... Ah......h

The bearded man subconsciously looked up at the crow: "......"

Kevin sneered: "If you really use the law of the jungle, where can you have the status of a bard? Your profession does not want the law of the jungle to appear, but you are making a big noise about the law of the jungle? You are digging your own grave!"

"You, you......" The bearded man became excited.

"Ah...... Yes...... Ah......h The bearded man's train of thought was interrupted, and he couldn't help but get irritated: "Can you put your crows away?

"No, you can't. Kevin flatly refused, "You see, my crow is fair, and even I complained just now." Since it's fair, of course there's no reason to put it away. ”

"Go, go!" the bearded man waved his arms as he tried to keep the crows away on his own. The crow seemed frightened and flew back to the counter again. But Kevin knew that with the strength of this crow, this fright was undoubtedly pretended.

"Let's get back to the topic," Kevin said again, "why do you want to be conscious of the grave?"

"I ......" The bearded man was dazed for a moment, feeling that the topic was jumping a little fast, didn't he discuss the advantages and disadvantages of "The Legend of Rex" at first? But it seems that everything is falling out again. He didn't know how to interface for a while.

The crow flew again: "Ah...... Yes...... Ah......h

The bearded man was distraught by the crow's call, and Kevin had already begun to mobilize the drunkards to heckle him: "What's the matter? Bards need to be quick and articulate." You've been stunned for a long time, do you think you're a bard if you come to the tavern and memorize the book?

"That's right!" "Why don't you say it in two sentences?" "It's too weak." "Is this self-digging grave? hahaha......!" The tavern laughed, his beard was flushed, and he knew that he couldn't stay any longer, so he immediately bowed his head and went out, and he didn't look back.

The people in the tavern were still unsatisfied, and they were expecting a battle against each other, but it ended in a few words. Speaking of which, Kevin is also a little famous in this generation, and the other party is also timid before fighting, and of course the crow is also a little cheap.

The confrontation between bards is sometimes really not a question of whether it is right or wrong. In fact, everyone knows the truth, and Kevin also understands that they are talking about "The Legend of Rex" just to make money, and there are not many profound reasons. However, once asked, many people still like to pretend to be mysterious and tell some profound truths, as if "The Biography of Rex" is also a masterpiece. Isn't this looking for a squirt?

"Mr. Kevin," greeted Kevin from a familiar drunkard in the tavern, "it's been a long time." ”

"I was injured some time ago, and I was recuperating for a while. Kevin replied, "It's not really good right now, you can't speak loudly." ”

"If you can't talk loudly, you'll squirt people away, it's amazing. Someone laughed.

"Alas!," sighed others, "it is not easy to talk about the bearded man, and I have heard this story for the third time. But sometimes it's not easy to watch him, so give some money. ”

"So, he's digging his own grave. Kevin disagreed, "There is also competition among the bards, and since he yearns for the strong to be respected, then I can only do what he wants." This is self-digging graves. ”

Everyone was thoughtful, and some sighed slightly. Someone also thought, "Then why don't bards cooperate with each other, and wouldn't it be better to have a few people talking together?"

Kevin turned to look at the bartender, "What do you think?"

The bartender just laughed dryly, and most taverns were only willing to pay the price of one bard, and if two bards spoke together, maybe more traffic. But the passenger flow of the whole city is fixed, and there are more people on your side, so naturally there are fewer people in other taverns. If other taverns were to change the status quo, the most orthodox way would be to invite two bards as well, and eventually the flow of customers remained balanced, but the tavern somehow had one more bard.

It's a balance, and if you want to change that, you can either knock down other taverns or increase the number of visitors to the city. Based on the current national conditions, only a few cities, such as the capital, will have more than two or three bards on the same stage.

Leaving aside the failed beard, the drunkards were soon interested in Kevin's crow: "That crow is very smart!

"yes," Kevin replied, "I raised it." In fact, crows are very intelligent, the most intelligent species among birds. Don't look at it all black, the so-called crow is a bad omen and the like, it's all nonsense. It's just that crows eat carrion, so they often appear next to corpses, which makes people think a little. ”

"Come," Kevin held out his arm, "come up." ”

The crow has been a little wary of Kevin recently, and hesitated for a moment at this time, but still flew to Kevin's arm, which can be regarded as giving Kevin a face.

"Bartender, please give me a stack of peanuts. Kevin turned to ask the bartender. The bartender immediately brought the peanuts, Kevin took a peanut, peeled the shell, and then threw it into the sky, the crow suddenly pounced, easily took the peanut kernel in the air, ate it, and returned it to Kevin's shoulder.

"Oh!" the drunkards were immediately intrigued, and they all asked Kevin to do it again. Kevin immediately took out ten more peanuts from his plate, peeled them, and threw them into the sky. Speaking of which, Kevin hasn't tried it either, and he doesn't know how good the crow's ability is to catch things in the air.

But the crow didn't move, but watched the peanut fall from the sky and roll to the ground. Everyone in the tavern couldn't help but talk about it, and many people were puzzled.

Suddenly, the crow pounced out, came to the table, pecked directly at the peanuts on the plate, and the peanut shells were easily pecked, and looked back at Kevin, as if despising him. As if to say, "Whoever wants to eat the heavenly stupidly is not as easy as eating the food on the plate." ”

"Hahahaha!" everyone laughed.

"Don't eat," Kevin said, taking the plate away, "to eat the heavens." ”

As a result, the crow ignored it and still chased Kevin to peck at the peanuts on the plate. Kevin had no choice but to use his hands to drive away, but the crow was not afraid at all, easily dodging Kevin's hands, while still trying to find a way to get rid of the peanuts on the plate. Kevin finally got "angry", poured all the peanuts into his pocket, returned the plate to the bartender, and then took out one and peeled it slowly.

The crow couldn't eat peanuts, so he could only stand helplessly on the counter, swaying from side to side, seemingly idle.

Kevin peeled ten peanuts for a moment, and then threw them into the sky, but the crow still didn't move, and watched as all ten peanuts fell to the ground. The crow shook his head, as if he was very helpless, so he could only jump to the ground slowly, and then pecked one by one.

"Hahaha. The drunkards laughed. Originally, Kevin was going to give a speech, but he didn't expect his interaction with the crow to attract everyone's interest. Of course, this is just a novelty, like watching someone else play monkey. As soon as the novelty passes, the heat naturally drops. However, today is the most fresh, so naturally this opportunity cannot be easily missed.

Kevin thought for a moment, and felt that the crow was obviously unable to take ten peanuts at a time. And if you can't catch them all, the crow may feel ashamed, so she simply refuses to catch it. So if the number of peanuts is reduced, the crows should be willing to give it a try.

Kevin immediately peeled two peanuts: "Come on! This time it's just two, come on." ”

The crow really pounced, opened its mouth to catch a peanut accurately, and then flapped its wings, quickly disguised, and caught the second peanut with its beak. The two peanut kernels were held side by side in their mouths and fell back to the counter, and with a shake of their heads, both peanuts were swallowed.

"Oh!" everyone applauded, even Kevin was a little surprised. At this time, I realized how difficult it was for the crow to catch things in the air, and it only had one mouth available. One can imagine how powerful it would be if people connected something with their mouths, or even two of them.

"Come, can I come for a moment?" a front-row drunkard stood up and threw peanuts at him.

The crow took it easily, and the drunkards exclaimed again. Immediately everyone became interested, and a bunch of people threw things out, and for a while it seemed that there was a rain of food in front of the crows.

Raven: "......"

The bartender had a black face, the floor was a mess, and it was his job to clean up. But at this time, the atmosphere is warm, but it is inconvenient to interrupt, it is really tangled.

"My crow still has a lot of unique skills," Kevin changed the show at the right time, although Kevin didn't know what crows had special skills, but he believed that there must be, so Kevin simply waved his hand, "Yes, perform a few unique skills for everyone to see." ”

The crow was silent for a moment, seemingly at a loss. When everyone saw that the crow did not move, there was another burst of discussion. Kevin is confident on the surface, but he is also bottomless in his heart. It's not that I'm worried that the crow won't be able to do it, and I'm not worried that it won't understand, but I'm just worried that it's not working.

After a moment of silence, the crow seemed to finally remember what to perform. Pick up a peanut from the ground, flap its wings and fly into the air, then throw it up. Immediately make a turn in the air, and catch the peanut in the air. Fly one more lap, throw it up, catch it again. In this small tavern space, circling in circles, throwing yourself and catching yourself.

Once, twice, three times! The drunkards even stood up, applauded the crows, and howled at the crows. Even Kevin, the master, applauded the crow.

Four times, five times, and finally the crow flicked its tail beautifully, landed on the counter, and ate the peanut with its head up.

"Good, great!" the tavern almost boiled. The civilians really didn't know much, and they were excited when they saw something new. But in all fairness, this crow does outperform most birds.

"By the way, what's the name of this crow?" someone asked.

"Uh......" Kevin was embarrassed, "it'...... I haven't named it yet. Kevin wanted to ramble on a name, but he thought that the crow would understand it, and if the name didn't agree, he would be upset. Let's discuss it with the crow later before deciding on the name.

"Such a clever crow, can it understand human speech?"

"Uh...... Let's understand some of them. Kevin mumbled.

"Where did such a clever crow come from?" "Did you train yourself?" "How did you train it?Can you train my dog like this?" "What does it usually eat?" "How long have you been raising it?" ...... The drunkards asked a bunch of questions, apparently all interested.

Kevin smiled and answered what he could first, such as that it usually eats a lot of meat and has not been raised for a long time. Then he casually shared some of the methods used to test his intelligence with everyone, and the drunkards felt that they had gained a lot of knowledge when they heard it.

With a creak, the door was suddenly pushed open again, and the bearded bard came with six bards: "I'm back again!"

Kevin remained calm: "I once debated with twenty-six people, and I'm afraid the people you called this time are a little few." ”

"Hmph, don't be complacent," the bearded man turned to the drunkards, "don't believe him, the raven is an ominous omen." He's here with the crows, and there's going to be a disaster around us!"

As soon as these words came out, the drunkards fell silent, apparently having similar concerns.

Kevin just calmly asked, "How do you prove that the crow is a bad omen?"

"Hmph, the crow is the messenger of death, and there are crows everywhere the corpses are strewn in the wilderness. Where crows are infested, misfortune is bound to bring. The bearded man said eloquently, "This is already a recognized thing." ”

Kevin sneered: "The messenger of death?

The bearded man was a little dazed, and even the bard he brought with him was at a loss.

The crow suddenly flew above them: "Ah...... Yes...... Ah......h

Bard: "......"

"Do you understand the meaning of the word messenger?" asked Kevin, "and the meaning of a messenger is that a city-state or country sends someone to another city-state or country to discuss something. This man is called the messenger. What do you think the crow is doing as an envoy? What do you want to talk about in the human world? Do you want to talk about business? If the Grim Reaper wants to take people's lives, he still needs to find an envoy to come and discuss first?"

"Ah...... Yes...... Ah......" The crow continued to hover over their heads, and all the bards looked up at the crow dumbfounded, and for a moment no one responded.

"There are crows everywhere in the wilderness, so what? I tell you that there is another creature that is everywhere in the wilderness, and it must exist almost every time, and that is man!" Kevin replied, "Man is the root of everything! Blaming all the sins on the crow is man's escape! Because the crow has a terrible cry and a black appearance, it is a bad omen, and this is the hypocrisy of man!"

"You, you ......" the other tried to retort.

"Ah...... Yes...... Ah......h

Kevin smiled and changed his tone: "It's not easy for a few people to come on purpose, and it's not too early today." There are still some things in the barracks, so I'll go first. Bartender, give me my money. ”

The bartender immediately came up and helped Kevin settle the bill. Kevin took the money, beckoned to the crow, and strolled out of the tavern. Several bards looked at Kevin like wood, and when they took it away, they were not willing to open their mouths to choke Kevin, and once the other party choked back, it was themselves who were embarrassed. Prefer to stand quietly, only the crows fly over their heads, leaving a trail in their wake: "Ah...... Yes...... Ah......h

Bard: "......"