"Ender, is the tyrant a dragon blood mage? Why is it able to use spells like blood? ”

"Ender, the tyrant can't be a full-grown dragon, he can't be only a hundred years old! My father said that it was only a grown dragon, and it was impossible to kill the son of a giant king! Prince Baier is a giant of lightning! ”

"Ender, how is it possible for a tyrant to wipe out the armies of the dwarves? They are all wearing iron armor, and I can't cut my father's armor with my mother's kitchen knife! ”

"Ender, why isn't there a knight of kingship by the tyrant's side?"

"Ender, yes, 'Wind Knight' Beror, 'Broken Rock Knight' Bardo, and the royal knights around the son of the giant king all have titles, why don't the royal knights around the tyrant have titles?"

"Ender, you're lying—"

"I see! Ender is a slave of the dragon, a traitor who has been rebelled against by the dragon to deceive us! ”

"Follow me!"

"Stop fighting! Stop it! If you hit it again, you'll break your ass! ”

"How dare the slaves of the dragon threaten us!"

"Traitor! We're going to kill you! ”

Ander, who was chased and beaten out of the alley by a group of six- and seven-year-old children wielding sticks wielding branches, was a little suspicious of life, and grabbed his notebook and ran out of the alley under the gaze of a group of smiling adults.

.......

Along the way to the tavern, Ander couldn't help but be a little discouraged by his dream of becoming a bard.

His story doesn't even believe a group of kids...... Although there were some parts of it that he said, the children didn't understand.

For example, there are no royal knights under the tyrant's command, and the tyrant is not a blood mage or anything like that.

However, there are some of them, and he does have some doubts.

The "tyrant" really shouldn't just be a full-grown dragon.

......

"So, you found me?"

In the tavern, a bard burped and looked at the boy sitting across from him:

"Ender, although I have no objection to you wanting to be a bard, but, what that Flender guy said is right, what the bard wants to tell is a story, not facts, you want to tell a wonderful story, and facts should serve the story."

Seeing the young man's somewhat tangled expression, the bard glanced around, and after making sure that the others were not paying attention to him, he continued:

"Your insistence is strange, you don't know what the real situation is, and the facts you insist on are very likely to be untrue."

"I know, but the story can't be made unreal from me."

Listening to the young man's words, the bard couldn't help but shake his head, you know, to do this business, you have to learn to lie and make things up, he poured a sip of wine into his mouth, and continued to persuade the young man in front of him:

"If you insist on it, then I can't help it, then, you can do it another way-"

"You go everywhere and listen, you go and you ask everywhere, you collect all the best ideas, the most appealing ones, the most acceptable ones, and put them together, so that you're just doing the integration, you're not lying."

The boy was still a little hesitant, but obviously a little moved.

The bard looked at him and smiled inwardly.

Those who do this line of work know that if you have to say something and don't lie, even if it is just integration, it is itself creating a new, false, fact, and it is also lying.

How can anyone who can stay out of the matter by just spreading other people's claims?

He just wants this young man who still has his own persistence to slowly break the inconsequential insistence.

He took out his own booklet for the story, and turned the booklet, whose edges were wrinkled by repeated rubbing, but not broken, to the pages where the story of the tyrant was recorded:

"You have to know that there are adventurers everywhere, and the story will follow their mouths everywhere, or you have to rush to make the story as smooth as possible and tell your story when people don't know it."

"Otherwise, you have to choose the most appealing, the most famous, or the most deviant story that people know, to attract their attention."

Ender stared at the description in the pamphlet, and suddenly, a few lines caught his attention:

"Who is this 'knight'?"

Hearing Ender's voice, the bard glanced at his booklet, which he could remember, even though it had been twenty days since he had written it.

"Oh, 'Blood Knights', it's the code name for the group of drakes with hard armor and sharp blades in the 'Tyrant' dragons, didn't they always say that they looked like knights in heavy armor? And there are blood-like stripes on the body. ”

"And what about this?" 'Son of the Wing' and 'Son of the Tyrant'? ”

"Oh, I mean those Storm Wyverns and Storm Wurms, the other subsidiary dragons are very different from the Tyrant, they look a lot like the Tyrant, and have two pairs of wings like the Tyrant."

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"What about this? What count, marquis, duke's? ”

"Don't say you don't know, there is a clear status gap between the superior and lower-level dragons of the Dragon Empire, and there are different ruling rights, the rulers of each territory are all high-level dragons, they are all real dragons, and tyrants must have titles."

And looking at these words, Ender's eyes lit up, and he took out his notebook and began to write in his notebook.

The bard glanced curiously, and saw the self-made words that he had never seen before, not only with errors in grammatical affixes, but also in the strokes and glyphs:

"What is this?"

"Piercing male! The Duke of Penetration! Those leyline drakes that roam underground and launch sneak attacks, wandering in the shadows. ”

"Puncture...... Ahem, ahem."

The bard choked and looked at him with suspicion:

"Do you know what the status of the Duke is? The highest position in the Dragon Empire is the Dragon King in the Dragon Council, and the Duke is the highest position under their command, which can only be ...... by the True Dragon."

It's just that before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the boy.

"Any questions?"

The boy blinked:

"Flender said that people like to hear stories of people who don't deserve such status and use great power to seize higher status, and that an outlier can make them stand out even more!"

At this moment, the bard realizes that he has misunderstood, and the boy may not be as he thinks, but a simple young man with a sense of justice and kindness who insists on not lying.

Subconsciously, he asked:

"Don't you like to lie?"

The boy looked up. A voice that wasn't too high, but clear, reached his ears:

"No, I just don't want to be found out that the source of my lies is me."

At this moment, the bard laughed, and did not know whether he was laughing at the boy or laughing at himself:

"Do you want to come with me, let's have a team?"

"Huh? May I? ”

"Absolutely."

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