"Oryan, our regular customer here, is a drunkard, but I have to say that he is very good at storytelling, and that mouth, I don't know how much drink and food he earns. ”

The tavernkeeper walked over and sat down at a table with Rhodes and the others. It can be seen that most of the people in the entire tavern are low-level civilians, and it is rare to have a slightly wealthy merchant to stay overnight, and as the owner of the tavern, Kidd naturally has to take care of it more.

"It's normal, everyone has their own means of survival, some by selling physical strength, some by selling knowledge, some by selling skills, and some by selling their bodies. ”

Rod said with a wink at Kidd. The tavernkeeper's eyes narrowed, his jaw furrowed.

While they were chatting, the crowd had made way for the teller to sit at the table and tell the story, so that the distant drinkers could also see it.

But this profession is not without risk, the old world taverns are full of all kinds of violence and hooliganism, and it is not uncommon for drunks to fight each other over a trivial matter, and this kind of thing is passed on to the storyteller that you must speak according to the will of the people, and if it does not suit the audience's appetite, there is a danger of being dragged down and beaten.

Therefore, even if some stories tell the truth of the deceased, they must be processed by themselves and become a popular version accepted by the public, you know, the truth that is too cruel is not what the people are willing to hear, they prefer to hear some grassroots counterattacks and finally become a duke, marry Bai Fumei and other stories, or the story of a big hero saving the world, as for what is the truth behind it, who cares...... Stories before and after meals are just stories after all. The tellers don't have trouble with money, and sometimes, they even become tools of the lords.

"Tell me, O'Lane, what kind of story do you bring today, if you don't tell it well, I'm going to cut off your jj and feed it to the dogs. ”

Hahaha......

As soon as the old man sat down at the table, the drinkers below began to heckle and urge. The charcoal in the fireplace was blazing, and the warm air made a faint flush appear on everyone's faces.

"On a dark moonless night, in the deserted and quiet Whispering Forest, the Northern Coalition composed of the northern cities is passing through a narrow forest path......"

The old man came to it easily, and when he opened his mouth, he told the wonderful story that he had already prepared.

Rhodes noticed that he was talking about something that Caroline reminded him of, and Rhodes was talking to the tavern owner when Caroline stepped on his toes, so he turned around and listened to what the old man was talking about.

"I was at the back of the army, with cooks, prostitutes, handymen, and I had no idea what was going on in front of me, and I knew that Lord Rhodes Laune had come down from the sky with the wrath of Thor, hey, brothers, sisters, I promise you have never seen anything like it, the sky and the earth were dark, only the wrath of the god of thunder fell from the sky, and everywhere there was thunderbolt and thunder, and those mercenaries, they were so vulnerable to the White Bear Lord. You can't imagine that we were ambushed, but with Lord Rhodes alone, we saved everyone. ”

The old man Orion was foaming at the mouth on the stage about the ambush in the Whispering Forest that day, and Rhodes listened, with a slight smile on his face, only Caroline and Bogur around him knew what Rod was laughing at. Others, on the other hand, continued to listen intently to the story told by the deceased. In such chaotic and dark times, the story of the Chosen One falling from the sky is simply too fascinating. And they had no idea that the man who spoke of the deceased was listening to such a story in this tavern, in the crowd, as a drinker.

I saw him holding the Thor giant axe, and he opened a bloody path in the chaos of the army. I saw him ride a white bear, the height of a house, and he was unstoppable all the way!"

The speaker continued to speak on the stage.

"Orion, are you sure you were in that battle? You drunkard, Lord Rhodes will let you blend in with his troops?"

The guests in the audience teased. They looked at this familiar old man, because he was too familiar, so they knew that he was a person, except for being able to speak, there was nothing else, and those who were familiar with him knew that O'Lane could say that when he was really in danger, he ran faster than anyone else. It's a good story, but it's hard to tell if it's his own experience. This guy has been wandering around Kislev and Cipher Fort for many years, and the Whispering Forest is north of the Anka River, so when did the deceased wander north and join the Legion?

However, this still does not prevent drinkers from relish the story.

"I'm definitely in the Northern Army, and believe me, Sergeant Hammer has a good relationship with me, and they need a storyteller like me. ”

O'Lane responded loudly on stage.

"Don't talk nonsense, go on, what happened next?Son of Thor, Lord of the White Bear, have those mercenaries been killed and retreated?"

The drinkers' words quickly drowned out Orion's quibbles.

"Sure, the great son of Thor, the White Bear Lord Rod, rode the giant bear and rampaged through the enemy's army, and some self-defeating mercenary eggs stood in front of him, and were smashed to pieces by the lightning he summoned at once. You've never seen the lightning bolt shoot out of his hand at a speed that your eyes can't see, blasting the mercenary's egg into the air. ”

I have to say that the deceased has his own set, sitting in the corner near the window, Rod was almost amused by this joke. At that time, he did save some people, but it was not as awesome as the old man said, and lightning fell from the sky......

In fact, at that time, he was just forced to make a move, otherwise the army would be annihilated. At that time, he didn't shoot lightning out of thin air, all the lightning was sent from weapons, and Usok was just a white bear about five meters long, and in the case of the deceased, he became a behemoth...... It's, but it's fun to listen to, and you can see that the people in the tavern still listen to it with interest, and some people even forget to drink and eat, and watch intently as the storyteller named Orion dances on stage.

"A drunkard, several of the stories that come out of his mouth are true. The last time I heard him say something even more outrageous, that he had seen a giant serpent with nine heads that could swallow a ship with one mouth. If there really is such a monster, what are we humans alive? ”

The tavern owner sat across from him and sneered. He picked up a nut and put it in his mouth and bit it with a clattering sound.

"No, it's true! Rhodes really defeated the mercenary army......"

Caroline looked at the tavernkeeper Kidd with a sullen expression, and was about to continue, when Rhodes stepped on her toes and motioned for her not to say more. If you talk too much, you will lose, and the tavern owner is also a smart person, and her ability to read words and emotions is not much stronger than that of a pampered aristocratic girl like her.

Kidd was shocked by Caroline's reaction, he had always thought that this woman named Martina was a good wife and mother, a woman who didn't talk much, and was very gentle. But the expressions and movements just now are simply heroines......

"My wife is always so fond of mythological stories, hehe. ”

Stopping Caroline's impulsive behavior, Rhodes immediately opened his mouth. Kidd smiled and nodded, indicating that he understood. Girls from rich families, some are too well protected......

"Cheers to the White Bear Lord!"

Just as Rod was trying to keep a low profile, the crowd rang out with enthusiastic cheers again...... Many people began to throw money into the top hat of the deceased, obviously, the speech was strong enough, and everyone listened to it coolly, and that was enough......