Time flows, life and death are like time.

Time is constantly passing, and five hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Thanks to the fact that the activity space of the gods and dragons no longer overlapped, no major war broke out between the two sides in the past five hundred years.

However, the development of civilization will not always be on a melody, and peace and war are like two sides of a spinning coin, and there will be an alternation at any time.

Thanks to five hundred years of peace, the Golden People have developed to a certain extent, and they have developed their own city-states from their former tribal period.

The Shari tribe, who had been forced to migrate due to the death of fungal trees, had established a city-state farther south called Hengcheng.

On this day, the town outside Heng City, near the moat, welcomed an eccentric guest.

The reason why he said that the other party was weird was because the clothes on his body were so fancy, red, green, and blue were mixed together, making it unforgettable at a glance.

He played an old nursery rhyme on his flute, attracting a chase from the children of the town.

However, compared to the curiosity of children, the adults in the town are not so friendly.

"Hey, bard, don't blow your broken flute in my town, it's so noisy that no one will pay you.

Leave me before I get angry, you know. ”

As he spoke, the man picked up a stone cone in his hand and gestured it menacingly.

Then, ignoring the strange bard, he lowered his head and re-carved it intently on a board with a stone conch.

A moment later, he had carved many runi scripts on the board.

He then grabbed a handful of ash and smeared it on the board to make the engraving more visible.

Looking at his masterpiece, he nodded in satisfaction, ready to nail the plank to the notice board at the intersection.

However, as soon as he looked up, he found that the strangely dressed bard had not yet.

Not only did the other party not leave, but he also stood beside him and stared at the wooden board in his hand for a long time.

"You guy still hasn't left, don't you understand people, or do you think that my dignified mayor doesn't dare to do anything to you?"

"Isn't your town going to recruit rat repellers, I should be up to the job."

Seeing that the bard pointed to the plank in his hand, the mayor said in disbelief:

"Do you really have the ability to catch mice?"

At this time, the other residents of the town also came to hear the noise.

"Yes, aren't you a bard, look at how you catch mice with thin arms and legs, do you want to beat mice to death with the flute in your hand?"

"Haha......"

The townsfolk chattered, laughing from time to time.

The bard was not angry when he heard this, but smiled and said:

"Hehe, how do you know if you don't try, anyway, if a mouse catches one, it's a lot of money.

If I don't have the ability, you can go without paying and you won't lose anything. ”

Everyone saw that what he said was also reasonable, so the mayor clapped and said:

"Okay, our town will hire you to catch mice, the ugly words are in front, give you a day If you can't catch even a hundred, it means that your rat catching skills are not good, and we won't give you any of them."

Obviously, the mayor of the town intends to keep the other party busy for nothing.

Not to mention people, even a cat can't catch a hundred mice a day.

However, in the face of such harsh conditions, the bard did not back down, but readily agreed.

"Yes, and I don't have to wait a day, as long as I don't catch more than a hundred mice before the sun goes down, then I lose."

Hearing the other party's boast of such a mouth, the townspeople on the side laughed, they couldn't wait to see this person make a fool of himself.

The bard ignored them, only to see him pick up his flute again and begin to play.

At first, the people looked dismissive, but the next scene stunned them.

I saw a large number of rats running out of every house in the town, and their numbers almost covered the ground, and everyone screamed in amazement.

Clearly, it was the sound of the bard's flute that drew them in.

Driven by the sound of the flute, the rats jumped into the nearby moat one by one, as if they were enchanted, and drowned in the river.

"How much do you have to pay for the death of so many rats at once?"

Looking at the dense rat carcasses in the moat, the mayor's intestines were remorseful.

On the other side, the bard stopped playing and said with a smile:

"Scoop up the rats, let's count them."

When the mayor heard this, he replied in a hurry:

"What are you talking about, counting what quantities.

These rats obviously jumped into the river and died, what does it have to do with you?

We said yes, you have to be the rat you caught to count. ”

At this time, the townspeople on the side also came back to their senses and hurriedly echoed:

"Yes, yes, we can all prove that you didn't catch this rat, how can you take the credit for yourself."

"It must have been the earthquake that frightened the rats, so they ran out and jumped into the river, and it has nothing to do with you."

Seeing that everyone was on his side, the mayor became more confident.

He stared at the bard in front of him, and he didn't have any good looks anymore.

"You stinky begging for food, you still want to empty gloves and white wolves to pit our money.

Get out of here, or I'll throw you into the moat with the rats. ”

The bard did not argue in the face of the other party's backlash and threats, and he picked up the flute in his hand and played it as he walked towards the outskirts of the town.

"Hahaha......"

Looking at the back of the troubadour leaving, the crowd laughed proudly as they felt that they had taken advantage of it.

However, at this moment, all the children in the town ran like rats before them, and ran towards the outside of the town like crazy.

"Hurry, chase after it!"

Seeing this, the adults in the town hurriedly chased after the children, but no matter how much they tried to catch up, they could not catch up, and could only watch as all the children in the town disappeared at the end of the road with the sound of the flute.

On this day, the whole town was shrouded in grief, and they regretted it immensely at the moment.

The next day, the mayor of the town took everyone to Hengcheng early in the morning to post a missing person notice.

At the gates of the city, a piper dressed in a floral garment staggered past them.

However, they didn't even look at each other, as if they had lost their memory, and they didn't recognize this person at all.

As the night passed, they even forgot the specific reason for the disappearance of the children in the town.

That's right, this man is Hamerin, who has been walking in the forgotten corners of everyone for 500 years.

He's used to it, though.

This time he came to Hengcheng for nothing else, just to meet his aunt.

However, when he came here, he found that the king of Hengcheng was no longer Shari.

She stepped down as queen and drifted away, and now no one knows where she went......