Chapter 367 The Bard's Poem

ps: "sessimon" I wipe your mother and I voted a 3-star rating ticket for me! I wipe your mother! I wipe your mother!

ps1: I was so angry that I was very angry, but fortunately I fulfilled my mission.

ps2: Haha, although the slag print has changed to iPad, the wireless at home has broken down. I was dialing up and surfing the Internet. As a result, I wrote that there was no rumor on the Internet. This is the saddest thing in the world...

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"The emperor smiled and looked at the great sage of Camelo, and raised the sage's chin and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that you, a remote guy, is so thin and tender. Seeing that you serve me tonight, I will let Camelo go?" The sage stood there majestic and said: '..." At this point, the bard stopped, took a sip of wine, frowned slightly, looked at the empty wine glass, and then picked up his little harp and plucked the strings slightly.

"Hi! What did the sage say? You're saying it!" The people in the tavern suddenly started to clamor. This place is close to Hungary in later generations, which is almost close to Ukraine. This large area is a base for Russians, and people are even more crazy when drinking wine. Now almost everyone has a bottle of Kamelo brandy. Brandy is not cheap, but brandy mixed with water is not very expensive. A bucket of brandy can be mixed with water to sell it here. It can be seen that the people here love wine as life.

Of course, if you have money, you are willing to take out a waste of water to relieve your alcohol addiction.

Looking at the bard who was dressed up, the self-inspired man finally woke up. Although he was not willing to let it go, the story was filled with the ultimate killer of yellow country tunes such as "Emperor, lust, incest, enemy country, bed," and other yellow country. And when he heard it, it was really like there were hundreds of itchy bugs squirming in his heart. If he didn't finish listening, he would definitely not even sleep well tonight.

Immediately someone patted the bar and slapped two Camelo copper coins on the bar and shouted: "Give that guy a pot of red wine."

The red wine here is not a good red wine, that is, inferior red wine. Almost all of them are not put in good condition or the taste is gone. But after all, they are also red wine, and they drink a little fresh style, so a pot of red wine was brought up. First, I put down the little harp, pinched my sleeve, raised the pot, and carved a glass of wine for myself. Then I drank half a cup, then slapped the table and said, "The sage shouted loudly: 'What's the matter for me, let go of my country!'"

A loud laughter made people frown and couldn't help but look over.

It was a small team of twenty or thirty people, sitting silently in the corner of the dining table eating. The handsome man and the woman were beautiful. Even if the ordinary person looked, he had a confident temperament, which made people dare not come forward to talk. The girl in the restaurant blushed when she was thanked by the man in white headed by the other party. She had not calmed down yet. She couldn't help but feel that the good cabbage was blind. Well, the other party was a cabbage. Cabbage could not be with cabbage, but it was still with our group of feces to nourish it.

So the other party has never spoken again since he sat there, and the other party seemed to be able to understand the Latin language. It means speaking the languages ​​of other countries, and this place belongs to the city on the border, so even if the other party speaks Greek or Uma, everyone can understand it, but the bard knows that the other party is speaking Celtic language that people here absolutely cannot understand.

It is just the language of the country of the sage in his story.

Faced with such a group of people, the bard pretended not to hear it and continued to talk about "the affair between the emperor and the sage". But he didn't know that he laughed happily while listening. Several times and repeated laughters kept interrupting his story. The bard was nothing. Now most people think that the bard belongs to the things passed down by the Great Sage of Keral. Because it is said that before becoming the Great Sage of Keral, the Great Sage of Keral, often appeared on the mainland in the appearance of the bard and spread his poems, and finally left.

It is obvious that many minstrels are not regarded as "not doing their jobs" and are treated with direct eyes by people. They have to thank the great sage of Camelo. The other party ascended the throne of a prince as a minstrel, and it is even more adept at dancing between the emperors of the two countries. The emperors of the two countries are obsessed with him. Is there any way to say that kings, princes, generals and ministers?

Of course, Kylar's background, his father is a duke, and so on are naturally ignored by others. It's like everyone mentioned that the richest man Bill Gates will not tell you that his mother is the chairman of ibm, the largest computer hardware manufacturer in the world. His first fund was the investment given to him by his mother. When the stock god Buffett mentioned that his father is a member of Congress, the category of stocks is stocks. When Rockefeller mentioned that his father earned enough oil money to buy the entire American securities market.

Of course, American rich people will not tell you that they actively invest all their property in "charity funds" or "charity funds" to avoid the inheritance tax of up to 50%.

This is humanity.

Once hope is obtained, countless lies will be used to cover up the truth that exterminates their hopes, so the second half of the sentence "Genius is 99% sweat" is covered up by all parents.

"Genius is 99% sweat plus 1% inspiration, and no matter how hard the previous 99% is, it is not as important as this 1%."

——Edison

It is precisely because of this that Keral has a high reputation among the bards, and even the small country of Camelo contains other different meanings for the bards.

But the bard didn't say anything, and the others became popular.

Especially the one who invited a pot of wine from the bard, these two Camelo copper coins were his income for a week, and the other party dared to disturb him without a trace of his eyes.

He slapped the table and stood up and shouted loudly, "You guys are so fucking! Do you listen or not? If you like to listen, get out of here if you don't listen!"

He was not afraid of that group of people. First of all, the more than 30 people were women, and almost half of them were from the villages I knew in this small town. Everyone knew who they would help! Helping their relatives or not is a unique hometown feeling for people in small places, so even if they faced them, he was not afraid even if they faced these 30 people.

"Sorry, sorry." The leader of the other party stood up. He was wearing a very particular dress. He was wearing a white cloak with a handsome windbreaker inside. A soft cloak covered his head. A slight flowing silver hair floated out from the gaps in the cloak, making people stunned.

With a gentle temperament, he was not very standard in Latin, and even a little distorted, but the gentle voice made him look so calm, and a big man's aura erupted.

"As an apology, why don't you let me play a song with my hand to relieve the boredom of all the people present?!" The man suggested with a smile. Although he couldn't see his face, the bare-faced handle outside the cloak was whiter than those of them, and it revealed a clean and tidy smell. When he smiled, he showed six teeth, which were white and clean, and suddenly made people feel ashamed.

"Then, can the guy over there lend me your little harp?" His gentle greeting made people unable to bear to refuse him, so they handed over the little harp, one by one, and gently floated out the first note, and the bard was shocked!
Chapter completed!