He Jinshui and his entourage entered the Neverwinter Castle, and they couldn't tell the difference between the east, south, and northwest, so they had to walk along the widest road, and then found the surrounding residents to ask about the nearest inn. In this way, they came to a place called the Copper Crown Hotel, and took out the money to open a room to rest. At this time, Lance pulled He Jinshui's arm with a bitter face: "Big brother, open a separate room for me, I'm not used to sleeping with others." ”

He Jinshui is happy, I didn't expect you to have a little more rules, but fortunately, he is used to being lavish, since Lance wants to live alone, then satisfy him, so He Jinshui and Alihan are in one room, and Xiao Lance lives in one room.

After a short rest, everyone went to the first floor of the inn and prepared to enjoy dinner. The restaurant is very large, the heroes and heroes from all walks of life are staggered, the wine is full of dry glasses, and the sound is buzzing like a fly, and He Jinshui is dizzy when he hears it, so he finds the boss and hopes to find a private room to eat alone.

The proprietress was a graceful young woman, and she was embarrassed when she heard He Jinshui's request: "Guest officer, business is too good tonight, and all our private rooms here are occupied." There is a private room that can accommodate two tables at the same time, and if you can finish it in one hour, I can consider letting you in. ”

He Jinshui looked at Lance and Alihan, they were obviously hungry, and there was light in their eyes, it was estimated that they were the kind of ruthless people who ate meat and drank wine, and they could definitely end the battle in an hour, he nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you boss, we have no problem!"

They came to the private room, ordered three meat and two vegetarian dishes, and served some wine, and ate happily. The food here is not as delicate and delicate as on earth, but the ingredients are solid and the meat is delicious, and it has a unique flavor.

When He Jinshui and the others were feasting, the door of the private room suddenly opened. A smiling and lazy young man in brocade walked in, followed by three or five bodyguard-looking people, and the proprietress was talking loudly behind him.

The young man in brocade saw that there was someone in the private room, but he didn't care, nodded towards He Jinshui, and sat down at another table, and a group of bodyguards stood tightly behind. The proprietress saw that the guests didn't mind and that the things she was worried about didn't happen, so she smiled and retreated to arrange the food.

He Jinshui politely hugged his fist at the young man and returned the salute, and continued to eat. At this time, the noisy voice outside the private room suddenly weakened a lot, and an old man hunched over walked onto the stage with a harp on his back. "Ah, the quick-mouthed Riley is out!" the young man was originally absent-minded, but when he saw the old man, he suddenly felt refreshed, like a schoolboy who was listening attentively and sat up, his eyes full of antiquity.

Seeing this, He Jinshui looked at Alihan and expressed puzzlement. The latter smiled and replied softly: "The quick-talking Riley is the most outstanding troubadour in the mainland, good at storytelling, can perfectly combine stories with music, and is very popular in the Catherman Empire!"

The quick-mouthed Riley walked to the center of the stage, slowly sat down on the bench and pulled out the harp, his fingers flicked, and the crisp and melodious melody jumped into his ears, as if with magic to arouse everyone's curiosity. The arena was completely silent, except for Riley's old voice.

"The Distant Village of Kasia"

"A young man and a woman flee in a hurry"

"Hounds, slaves, and the howling rain of arrows"

"Stay close behind them"

"O golden-haired boy, knocked to the ground by the wicked"

"Let the fierce dog bite"

"The holy girl who looks at her childhood sweetheart"

"Snatched by the landlord"

"Nosebleeds, covered in wounds and ......"

The brocade-clothed young man next to him suddenly came to his senses, and the fast-mouthed Riley was telling his favorite story today, about one of the seven warriors, Samuel, who was apprenticed to a teacher when he was young, and he was happy to have an experience of revenge. His eyes were half-squinted, his fingers tapping on the table to the melodious melody, and his head swayed, fascinated by the listen.

"Lightning and thunder, heavy rain pouring"

"The staff in his hand is like a tiger with hanging eyes"

"The tiger rushed into the crowd and caught the escaped master"

......

He Jinshui saw that the people around him were fascinated by it, and felt incredible, and the otaku who had gone through the era of the Big Bang of Knowledge had no interest in this kind of ancient narrative poetry at all.

The brocade-clothed boy was shaking his head and was shaking his head happily, when a discordant voice sounded next to him: "What a fast-mouthed Riley, but that's it." He was suddenly annoyed, jumped up with a loud roar, and glared fiercely at the owner of the voice.

He Jinshui was holding a leg of mutton and fighting hard, when he saw the young man opposite glaring at him angrily, he sneered, pretended to be generous and handed over the leg of mutton, and said jokingly: "If you want to eat, just say it, although you look at me with wide eyes, but how can you know that you want it if you don't say it?

The brocade-clothed young man looked at the few black paw prints on his shoulder, and wanted to cry without tears, he waved his hand angrily, looked up at He Jinshui and roared: "Take away your dirty hands, I don't want it! I just want to ask you, why do you slander my idol?"

He Jinshui was stunned for a moment, and asked back in surprise: "You said that Riley is fast-talking? I just said that he is very ordinary, and I didn't slander him?"

"What do you mean by average?" the boy burst into flames and jumped up violently, "He is the best troubadour in my mind for the first three hundred years and the next three hundred years, there is no one! You say he is average, that is, you are better than him? You can do it? Hmm......"

Before the brocade-clothed young man finished speaking, He Jinshui stuffed the leg of mutton into his mouth with lightning speed, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't speak at once. When the bodyguards saw that their master was humiliated, Hulala all stood up and inadvertently revealed the token on their waists.

"They are soldiers!" He Jinshui's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he glanced back and forth at each other.

The brocade-clothed young man stopped them, struggled to pull out the leg of mutton in his mouth, and spit out a few mouthfuls before he said weakly: "Convince people with reason, we must convince people with reason!" The young man grew up listening to legendary stories, although he was not good at martial arts, but he was very obsessed with the deeds of heroes, and aspired to become a person like his ancestors. He Jinshui's innocuous joke, he didn't take it to heart.

He Jinshui was surprised to see that the young man was so open-minded, but he seemed stingy. He rolled his eyes, clasped his fists and said to the young man, "This strong man!" The young man saw him salute and hugged his fists in the same way.

"I didn't say that the fast-mouthed Riley didn't tell it well, but I have a more exciting story here, do you want to hear it?" He Jinshui cracked his mouth and laughed like a big bad wolf who lured the little white rabbit.