king of ros

Chapter 309
In Old Tosh's tavern, Domhnall and Dill packed up all the good wine in the tavern, and then they began to share their experiences during this time.

Old Tosh's tavern was very lively. After all, it was the best tavern in Moscow, and it was full of people all the time. The noisy environment did not affect Domhnall and Dill's fun, but made them more interested in the noisy environment. high.

As his drunkenness deepened, Domhnall began to do what he loved most — singing poetry.

"The goshawk is magnificent, and fell to the ground suddenly.

The vibe young eagle, lingering.

However, the eagle shadow is close at hand.

It's hard to live forever if you hate your own age.

The eagle's roar is dead, who is the Khan?
There is no doubt that life is bitter and murderous.

The poison is very vulture, so add etiquette.

Where is virtue and righteousness?All for Hyun Ran.

Who was Nioh killed?
There is only one old slave against it.

The rolling clear stream is full of turbidity.

The goshawks return to dispel their anger,
Let's see who will prostrate again.

Ercao should regret being widowed and honest. "

As the Gaelic plucked the last note, Dill clapped his hands in response to the occasion, expressing his praise for Domhnall's poetry, and the guests at the next table also reacted like him.

It's just that the environment in the tavern is quite noisy now, and most people haven't heard Domhnall's poems, but the Gaelic doesn't care, just sits down with a glass and pours it into his stomach, and the wine is also drunk outside less than.

During that time in the village, he had only had meager kvass to drink, and now he finally had real wine.

"Your poetry is getting better and better, and the rhythm is also good, Domhnall, you will definitely become famous in the future, and you may become the prince's queen poet."

Dill's face was a little flushed. It had been a while since he drank so much. Drinks were not cheap in Moscow during this period, because most of them were supplied to Bulgar's winter army. If it weren't for Domhnall's return, Dill I would not be so generous.

But his consciousness is very clear, and Dill is very careful not to get drunk. When he feels overwhelmed, he will start to drink in moderation, so as not to drink to the ground and can't move or talk nonsense.

"I wrote this song for Alaire. At that time, we drank wine together and scolded those lackeys of Akkad. Ah, speaking of Akkad is dead, things really changed too quickly."

Domhnall said carelessly, and Dill noticed the key words in it.

"Alaire? You actually know that Bulgarian. Do you know that he is now a powerful figure in the new Bulgarian country? I estimate that his authority will rise to a higher level after a while."

There was some surprise in Dill's words, but it didn't surprise him. Domhnall has always been a multi-faceted guy, and it's not surprising that he knows anyone.

"I met him while drinking. This man secretly drank fermented grape juice before he converted to Christ. After discovering this, I often brought him wine. Over time, our relationship improved."

Domhnall directly and inadvertently broke the big news, but if Alaire was still an Islamic believer, this problem would be considered serious, but now that he has converted to Christianity, it naturally doesn't matter.

"Tell me more about your experience in the countryside during this time. I'm curious about the situation there."

Dill mentioned the countryside. He was still very curious about the situation in the countryside. After all, he was born in the countryside. If he hadn't had a duty in his hands, he would have gone home to have a look.

Speaking of family, I don't know how the old man is doing now, how well his position as village chief is held.

"Tsk, those experiences, I don't know what to say, let me think about it..."

Domhnall was obviously a little drunk, otherwise if he was normal, he would never mention these things, even to his good friends, because he had no evidence for those things at all, just a summary of the phenomena he saw with his own eyes.

"Some villages worshiped the gods significantly more. I also noticed that many villages began to help each other, and even helped each other pay the increased taxes. This is not a common phenomenon. And those It's really weird that Warlock didn't say anything about our tour this time."

For a long time, the authoritative warlocks in the countryside were full of resistance to everything that came from Moscow. As the spokespersons of the gods among the people, these people realized almost immediately that Moscow was eroding their authority. .

So they were extremely resistant. If the troupe hadn't been escorted by an army when they went to the countryside, they would have killed everyone in the troupe long ago.

Fortunately, in this era of lack of entertainment, not many people would voluntarily refuse the troupe's performance, so it did not cause any major trouble.

"They didn't respond? This is really strange. Don't be unusual. Have you told Master Yang about these things?"

Young is now fully in charge of religious affairs in Moscow, and it is also the task of investigating paganism that Domhnall has been assigned.

Otherwise, with the carefree character of this Gaelic, how could he observe so carefully.

"Of course I said it all, isn't that what Yang wants? In fact, Yang followed us all the way with makeup, and he saw everything I saw. Hey, you don't know how well Yang made up this time. Linmin almost fooled me, but I, Domhnall, of course recognized his disguise."

Dill is very disdainful of Domhnall's drunken bragging in his heart. He still doesn't know that Domhnall must have been completely concealed by Yang, and then he came here to brag to him, saying that he So awesome.

The disguise of Lord Yang surprised him. After all, even Domhnall was deceived, which shows that this person really worked hard. It seems that the mayor of Suzdal really deserves to be the most trusted by the prince. people.

But his disdain didn't last long, because he still had to listen to the Gaelic talk.

"Yang also said something was wrong, but it's a pity that this one said that he wanted to find more evidence. Really, it's enough for me to say these things. What else can I look for? It's inexplicable."

Domhnall's words were full of dissatisfaction with Yang, which is also very normal, after all, who likes the person who calls and drinks to him all day long, and always pulls his face.

"In other words, Master Yang is still active in the countryside of Northeast Ross..."

Dill was chanting this information. For some reason, he had a bad premonition. Combined with what happened in Moscow during this period, he didn't know when a storm was coming.

The current situation in the city is also unstable. As the chief of the Rostov Battalion, many of his subordinates have incorrect ideas, which is not a good sign.

There are also quite a lot of complaints among the citizens, and the social atmosphere is somewhat dead.

The drunk Domhnall didn't feel this way at all. He hadn't investigated the situation in the city yet, and subconsciously believed that the city was calm and peaceful.

Then Domhnall began to talk about other topics, and Dill, seeing his slack look, subconsciously began to send some information to the Gaels, such as the rumors about Leo in the city, but it was a pity that he was completely drunk. Mnar just said that the Greeks deserve it.

Domhnall doesn't like those Greeks even more. These guys usually don't know where their arrogance is, and they always look at people with their nostrils, which is not pleasing at all.

Seeing this, Dill could only sigh slightly. It seemed that he could only talk about other things when he sobered up.

At this time, Domhnall began to sing poetry again, and said that this poem was created during his trip to the countryside. Slowly, he became complacent in his words, and said that this poem persuaded many pagans to convert.

"Are you going to feel sad?
In July, the sun is slightly colder,
The dew soaks the nameless ridge,

You know it's the tears of the dead!
A white butterfly flies feebly,
Can't fly out of the mist,

If you can't wake up from the nightmare,

The soul of the dead who turned into a butterfly cannot return.

'Tell me your sorrows! '

I waved to the butterfly,

'Be a good man, don't be like McKinen! '

Suddenly I woke up from my dream,
There is no one on the ridge after the rain,
Except McKinen on the gallows. "

Listening to the poem, Dill could only shrug his shoulders, and then drank the wine in his hand.

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(End of this chapter)