vs 84 The troubadour is the king of bragging

readx;?“ Oh, you're adventurers, it's nice to meet you, you can call me old Dick Maggie, Maggie, we've got guests coming," after making sure that William and the others were not monsters or robbers, the old farmer was immediately wary, greeted William very warmly, and loudly ordered his wife to prepare tea and food to entertain the guests, which greatly increased William's favor. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although Yasuna ran into a little trouble when she entered the house, she accidentally broke the door frame of the farmer's house when she was too tall, but there was no major problem. The food wasn't very rich, just salted toast, bacon and cabbage salad, some milky raw cheese, and the taste was not as good as the chefs in the city, but the portion was full, and the happy Finia shook off her cheeks and feasted on it. After all, there are few animals in the golden field, and in order to save food these days, they have to use magic food instead of supplements, and William found that the [Hero's Banquet] summoned by the divine art is not omnipotent, at least the effect on Yasuna and Finia has been greatly weakened.

The rye bread was a little rough, and it looked like the flour had not been bran, and I was worried that the two little girls might not be used to eating it, so they used a knife to cut it into thin slices, and according to the fast food sandwich practice of the previous life, sandwiched some thin slices of bacon and cabbage salad, this very novel way of eating not only attracted the two little girls, but also the old Dick and his wife.

The old woman was still a little reserved, but old Dick unceremoniously took some slices of meat and bread, folded them in the same way as William, and took a bite, "This way of eating is really interesting, oh - it feels so good and it tastes so good, I think this is the way those big city devils eat it, those damn cunning devils are so good at eating." ”

"Maggie, I've decided that I'll only eat this kind of bread with meat in the future. William, good lad, come and tell us about your adventures. Aloni Monissa come down and listen to the story, don't always lie there eavesdropping, that is rude, you know?" Old Dick exclaimed loudly as he tasted the slice of bread in his hand. As his words fell, two small furry heads peeked out on the attic steps of the farmhouse.

Old Dick, who had food stuffed in his mouth, vaguely introduced William, "They are my youngest grandson and granddaughter, and the eldest has followed their parents to the fields. A bunch of mischievous 'picklemen' (adjectives) who would tear down the whole house if they weren't looking at them."

Two children with unkempt hair ran down the stairs, the boy looked about seven or eight years old, with a freckled nose with a little black ash on his head, and his eyes blinked mischievously, the girl should be even younger, with some restraint and curiosity on her immature little face, when their eyes touched Phineya, they were a little more afraid, and the legend of the giant made them subconsciously avoid it, but the two little ones still couldn't help but be curious and secretly looked at the half-giant with the corner of their eyes, and finally found that Phinea had been focusing on the food in front of her and didn't have time to pay attention to them, so they had the courage to look at her carefully。

Maggie, the old woman, shoved the two unruly little ones onto the long wooden chair by the table and pinched their cheeks dotingly, "Sit down, children are such sweet little ones, oh look at my little naughty Aloni, there seems to be something on your nose." Come, let Grandmother clean it up for you," old Maggie grabbed a linen cloth from the table and wiped the dirt from the boy's nose vigorously.

The little boy's nose was rubbed red by his grandmother, and he rubbed his little hand and snorted a few times in dissatisfaction, the girl was next to him "gloating" and snickering, and Mi Sha'er and Miluna looked at the two little ones who were smaller than them with interest, and it was obvious that the appearance of the two little ones attracted them more than the food in their hands.

Old Dick was very gossipy: "William, tell us about this giant ** of yours." God, I've heard of elves taking wives, dwarves, dryads, and even merfolk and orcs, but this is the first time I've heard of a giant as a wife. It's rare to see such a beautiful giantess, what type of giant is she?"

William pretended to be very elegant and cut the bacon on his plate into pieces, slowly put it in his mouth and chewed it and swallowed it, and then took a sip of bitter jasmine tea (a plant similar to the earth's tea tree, but the bark is boiled), and then said indifferently: "You mean Phinea? Well, she is a good girl who once wandered in the hidden forests of the north. It was a monster-infested primeval jungle, and Finia lived there alone for years until she met me. ”

"How did you meet? Did you go specifically to fight the giantess Fenia?"

"Of course not, in fact I went to the forest to hunt deer, you know, after the snow in winter, those delicious deer always hide in the jungle, at that time I was still a guard in the village of Nome, one day I was tracking a bighorn deer in the jungle, and when I found it, I found that the bighorn deer had been killed by Phinea and was roasting on the fire. ”

"What's next?"

William sneered a little unnaturally, "Then we had a fight (a hand-to-hand fight, indeed), and I won, so Finia became my wife." ”

"Wow, Mr. William, you are more powerful than a giant, have you ever slain a dragon? I heard that dragons are as powerful as giants. It was a bit of a mischievous boy Aloni who spoke, and although William's story was boring, it still appealed to the two little ones who had never seen the market.

"Of course my brother has slain dragons, and there are more than one. This time it was Xiao Sha'er who spoke, and it was indeed a matter of pride for her to be able to boast of her brother's achievements.

However, the little girl's words frightened the two old peasant couples, and old Dick stammered and asked, "William, have you really slain a dragon?"

William looked at the old Dick who pretended to be suspicious, and couldn't help but laugh in his heart, this old gentleman also pretended to be a little fake, thinking that when he went to Mirabah with a few mercenaries, the mercenary leader Gosa once said that when taking risks, he must first brag. At that time, William didn't understand this kind of behavior of "slapping a swollen face and becoming fat", and he also didn't bother to brag, after all, in his opinion, this kind of behavior of trying to reach beyond his ability regardless of his actual situation was purely too long.

However, after going through so many things, William finally understood the meaning of "bragging", which is not a "swollen face and fat man", at least it is an effective entertainment behavior, and it is also a bit like the "celebrity hype" in the previous life; A bragging mercenary is always more nourishing than an honest mercenary, and a fascinating adventure could win a free dinner, or a "nightingale" sleepless kiss (you can think of it badly).

Boast about yourself, blow about others, if your braggart level has reached a certain level, then congratulations, you are already a qualified quasi-troubadour, if you can please a certain god again, learn a little trick or two

Listening to people bragging here is like listening to a book in the old days of the previous life, not only the speaker must brag well, but the audience below you must also applaud and respond. Only when the response is enthusiastic, the speaker will be more energetic to blow, if the audience looks ignorant and drowsy, the braggart will definitely not have the heart to say it.

There are also factions of braggart (troubadours), such as the general grassroots school, the orthodox academic school (a school that specializes in training troubadours), the elven graceful school, and some other small factions.

Old Dick's way of responding was obviously that of the kind of inquisitive and agitated mixture, and William really didn't have the heart to brag about himself, which was not in line with his heart, so he just smiled slightly, neither admitting nor denying it.

Seeing that William refused to speak, Old Dick thought that William hadn't thought of a statement yet, so he turned his attention to Finia and asked, "Mr. William must have participated in the dragon slaying, can any of you talk about it?"

But Xiao Sha'er couldn't be idle, and with such an opportunity to brag about her brother, the little guy suddenly came to his senses, and interjected eagerly: "I'm here, I'm going to tell you, Xiao Sha'er watched William kill the dragon with her own eyes." So the little guy chattered about the experience of William and others killing the shadow dragon "Shimmer" and a few white dragons on the spine of the world, but the inexperienced little girl told a good fact into a childlike fantasy joke with no preface and contradictions.

But Old Dick and his wife still gave a few exclamations from time to time, and the little girl spoke more energetically, and some secrets that should not be told gradually popped out of the mouth of this little chatter, but no one took it seriously, except for the youngest child.

Although the story is a bit messy, Old Dick was surprised by the imagination of the little girl, dragons, frost giants, orcs, elves, wind horses, werewolves, snow apes, tribal wars, these elements are enough to make ordinary children recall for days, and the little girl in front of her can actually combine them into a plausible adventure story, which has to be said to be a shocking "miracle".

The old farmer smiled with admiration: "Millet Sha'er, you are really a clever child, and when you grow up, you will definitely be an excellent troubadour." ”

Troubadours are a special existence in Faerun, respected and loved, and even evil people will not easily harm them, not because of strength. Because from ancient times to the present, I don't know how many heroes and great legends have been blown out by the mouth of the troubadour. v!~!