Quadruple split.

Chapter 69 The Return of the Vulgar
"The story just now was very exciting~" Mo Tanchong smiled kindly with his mustache: "What should I call you?"

"Beolucanus." The bard with the mustache leaned slightly. "You can call me Beor, sir."

Mo Tan sighed with emotion, and moved his eyes from the slightly respectful Beor in front of him to the sky, light green eyes filled with enthusiasm and yearning...

"I like minstrels~" His tone was like that of a child, with a hint of innocence that could not be concealed in his innocence: "You sing epics, unrestrained, forthright and free and easy, free and romantic, you are well-informed, knowledgeable and knowledgeable, Knowing every legendary love, every mysterious ruin, every hero's life, every grand battle, my friend, it may be difficult for you to understand this unspeakable envy, but please believe This yearning and longing comes from the heart.”

Beo blinked, although he didn't really understand the so-called 'indescribable envy' of the other party, but he did find something in this young man...

First of all, what can be confirmed is that this kid is definitely a pampered son, the kind with very good living conditions, whether it is from his generous handwriting or some small details, we can see this. Beo who travels all year round is also considered Knowing countless people, there are still some observation skills at this level~
Then there is the almost naive innocence in his words. I don't know if it's natural or something went wrong in the process of nurture. In short, Beor can't understand the 'bard' in the other's imagination. What kind of virtue, it is hard to imagine that such childish words like 'My father was a great hero a long, long time ago, he slaughtered tens of thousands of dragons' would be uttered by an adult.

There are not tens of thousands of evil dragons, and it is impossible for the dragon clan in the whole continent to do nothing every day just to have children and play. Fathers who are farmers or carpenters and like to brag after drinking don't necessarily have tens of thousands of bugs in their lives...

The bard doesn't know about so many ancient and mysterious ruins, otherwise he would be wandering around the world, just staying at home and drawing a treasure map every three or five times is enough to be rich enough to rival the country...

To sum up, Beo felt that Mo Tan was completely a poor child who was poisoned by a lot of stories and daydreamed all day long. How irresponsible did he have to be as a parent to allow his son to develop into what he is now? !

But having said that, there are many people with hero dreams, but there seem to be very few people with bard plots, and this one in front of them is considered a superb...

So the conclusion is obvious, this dude is stupid and has a lot of money!
But not only that, Beo also discovered something that surprised him...

It is this young man's eloquence and the provocative power in his words that can be said to be amazing!

His previous remarks even made Beo feel a kind of 'Fuck, is Lao Tzu really such a great character! ? 'The idea...

His language seems to be magical, full of emotions that can involve others~
His expression is sincere and not exaggerated in the slightest, as if an old friend is talking about his ideals to you, which makes people want to believe and agree even if they feel like a fantasy.

His voice is gentle and refined, but full of emotion and passion, as if spiritual magic can directly hit people's hearts.

He's a born bard!
Of course, the premise is not to be sold by others or starved to death on the road...

Beau, who originally wanted to trick some more money, hesitated, just like a singer who was about to teach a lesson to a bastard who smashed his own glass, but found that the other party had a voice like the sound of nature, and his hand was raised high. The piano just can't go down!
"Hey~" After some ideological struggle, Beo finally sighed and shook his head at Mo Tan with a wry smile: "This little brother, if I guessed correctly, your family should be pretty good, right?"

Mo Tan nodded, his face darkened slightly: "Fortunately, my parents made some money when they were young. They seem to want me to follow the same path as them, but I don't like that kind of shackled life."

[Do your parents still lack a son? 】

Although Beo wanted to say such a sentence suddenly, he continued to ask: "So you left home?"

Mo Tan nodded embarrassedly.

"Want to be the bard you aspire to?" Beo asked with a dry smile, "Is it free and easy? Free and romantic?"

"Yes!" Mo Tan's face glowed instantly, he took out the small harp he had brought from a grocery store in Pato City, and said with a smile, "I even have the musical instrument ready, what do you think? Which is better for me, a harp or a trullo?"

[I think a complete set of Holy Religion United Health Survey Assessment is best for you! 】

Beo rolled his eyes and waved at Mo Tan feebly, "I advise you to give up."

"Why!" Mo Tan's pale face suddenly lost a little blood, and he quickly asked: "Do you think I have no talent, I can..."

"It has nothing to do with those." Beo touched the already somewhat open neckline of his robe and shook his head: "The bard is not as romantic as you think, although it can be called freedom, it can barely be said It's free, but most people don't have a good time, such as me..."

Mo Tan looked at him blankly.

Beo stroked his neckline and smiled bitterly: "I have been wearing this robe for seven or eight years, and it is not because my mother sewed it that I did not change it, the reason is just that I have no money, maybe today I will be there The owner of this tavern has a good meal and two drinks, but I may be hungry tomorrow night. In many cases, even a few hours of stories may not be exchanged for half a penny, and a dollar is the cheapest of brown bread would require a full two copper coins."

"It shouldn't be like this." Mo Tan was obviously in disbelief: "I have met many bards, and my mother always..."

"Your mother must be a generous and decent person." Beo interrupted him with a smile: "But most people are decent because they are not so generous. Survival and romance have never been synonymous, maybe I can tell people how big a festive dance was in a country hundreds of years ago, but that doesn't conflict with the fact that I've never had a sip of wine more than two silver coins."

Mo Tan was silent.

Beo smiled apologetically: "I don't want to shatter your ideals, but in return for the gold coin just now, I think I have an obligation to tell you this, this world is not like a carefree young man People are so simple."

"What about those stories?" Mo Tan, who was downcast, asked a little dejectedly: "Aren't those stories that simple?"

Beor shrugged: "The story is always simple, it's just not so real, the bard's story never mentions the content of those heroes and demon kings eating and drinking, but that doesn't mean they really are. There is no need to go to the toilet, and many epics are made up at all, even if there are real deeds, there are not so many to cry about. I said that the dragon that fell from the sky was shot down by a warrior with an arrow or kicked down. , but what if it's tiring?"

"Is the story in the tavern just now true or false?" Mo Tan asked softly, "Did you hear it? Did you make it up yourself? Or did you witness it with your own eyes?"

Beo hesitated for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "It seems that you haven't given up, well, it doesn't matter if I tell you, the content of the story just now is generally true, and it was recently."

"The giant dragon that fell in the abandoned city?!" Mo Tan's eyes widened: "I've never heard of a similar place nearby..."

Beo lightly tapped the small drum in his hand and blinked: "Of course not here, the abandoned capital in the story is located in the northwest of the mainland, where there is a place called Underhill, which was once one of the most brilliant capitals of the Sun Dynasty. , has the reputation of the city that never falls, but now it is no longer the city that never falls, Underhill, we all call it the abandoned city of Underhill~”

"Northwest Continent?" Mo Tan scratched his hair: "Did you come from there?"

"Ha, how is that possible~" Beo smiled and bent down: "I never thought about going that far. Although I have traveled a lot over the years, I basically wandered around the Northeast Continent."

"Then how did you..."

"Do you think it will be very popular to tell the story of the Northeast Continent in the Northeast Continent?" Beo shook his head: "As long as everyone has heard more or less, the appeal of the story will be much less, so... you I understand~"

Mo Tan spread his hands: "I don't understand."

"The farther away, the more the story will have a local market, at least it will be fresh enough~" Beor smiled: "Tell you a secret that only senior bards know, do you know the Wanderer's House? ?"

Combining the expression on Beo's face, Mo Tan nodded and replied very happily: "Of course!"

Although he hadn't actually heard of what it was...

"Of course, after all, it's a hostel with the same name all over the world. It's strange if you don't know it." Beo nodded unsurprisingly, and then suddenly stretched out a forefinger and shook it: "But the Wanderer's House can also be used. It's called the Bard's Guild."

Mo Tan is very cooperative, 'Huh? ' a sound.

"It's not a big secret," Beor said with a smile: "But it was originally just a gathering place for bards, but hundreds of years ago it gradually began to look like a neutral organization. But a little more senior bard knows it."

"I see." Mo Tan asked, "Then what does it do?"

"It's for exchanging stories!" Beo shrugged: "Every hostel is connected to each other, poets collect local or nearby stories or anecdotes, and then go to the Wanderer's House to exchange stories or exchange points from other places. Change~ The one I just mentioned was exchanged for a paladin story not far from Pato City~"

Speaking of which, the moustache suddenly smiled and said, "I haven't heard much about it. Anyway, that's about it. If your curiosity has been satisfied now, then go home earlier."

Beo didn't know why he told the young man in front of him. It stands to reason that he should try to fool the other person as much as possible, and then earn more money from this rich boy who doesn't know much about the world. travel expenses, but he didn't do it in the end...

Maybe it's because of the gold coin Mo Tan gave before, maybe because Beo drank a little more today, maybe because of that inexplicable intimacy, maybe because of a little sympathy, maybe because there is some hope in his heart This extremely gifted young man also became a bard...

Maybe it was because he had had the same dream as him.

Simply telling stories in villages, towns and alleys in cities, enjoying the exclamations and admiration of others...

Singing poems on fields and paths, and being intoxicated by myself...

Unrestrained, free and romantic...

Beo laughed at himself. After all, he is just a layman. Romance and freedom can't be eaten, let alone gold coins in his pockets. Rather than people being moved by his own stories, he cares more about always. Or is the copper plate in the hat more or less at the end?
After all, people who are starved to death have no right to talk about romance.

Suddenly, Beo, who had lost interest, shook his head. Just as he was about to say that he would do his best, he found that the young man in front of him also laughed.

It's just that this time, there is no longer a trace of innocence in his smile, and the look in his eyes is not ignorant or confused, but a trembling, pure, uninhibited, unpredictable— joy.

Beo's consciousness became a little blurry...

……

After a few minutes
Mo Tan was walking down the path humming the tune of a hero's song, and his originally unhappy mood gradually improved. He had already learned enough information from Beo, and at the same time, he was convinced that he really found a pair of eyes. A pair of ubiquitous eyes~
"The Wanderer Inn, huh..." Mo Tan ended the hero song with a loud whistle, and laughed happily: "Neutral organization? Bard Guild? Don't joke, its creator has no eyes. Will it be so short, the purpose is to exchange stories? Only an idiot would think so! Haha, hahahahaha~~"

Under the silent night, there was a burst of unbridled laughter...

"This is the largest intelligence organization with eyeliners all over the world!!"

……

When Beo came back to his senses from the trance, the rich young man from before had disappeared, and he was a little confused and even wondered if he had had a strange dream just now~
It was not until he found a line of small characters at his feet and a heavy bag of gold coins that he completely woke up.

Then the purse, which must have at least a hundred gold coins, made him go back again...

The writing on the ground is beautiful, it looks like it was carved with a sharp edge like a dagger...

[Stupid people don't deserve to be treated so kindly, and the vulgar will be rewarded with vulgarity. Although it is embarrassing and funny, it weighs more than a gold coin~]

Staring blankly at these words, Beolucanus, the future famous bard in the Continent of Innocence, held the purse tightly in his hand, but his mind was blank, as if he was in a dream...

Chapter 66: Final

(End of this chapter)