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Chapter 60 The Eyes Are Talking

"In the long river of history that has been forgotten by people, there were ancient giant dragons that spread their wings from the abyss. Their wings covered the sky and the sun, and then descended into the present world, turning into a whole forest of silver steles..."

"Only the most knowledgeable and wise men in the world are qualified to see the forest of steles transformed from the wings of the dragon. They will pick up a pen, accept the blessing of the dragon, and record eternal history on the forest of steles..."

"Every time the era replaces the era again, countless powerful and glorious dynasties will disappear in people's eyes, only the dragon and the starry sky record everything... No... No! No starry sky! No starry sky! No starry sky! Shut up! Damn it……"

Without exception, the guests drinking in the tavern frowned, and everyone's chat was interrupted by hasty shouts.

People looked at each other, shook their heads helplessly, yes, the wandering bard hired by the tavern owner went crazy again.

There's no way, it's not once or twice. If it weren't for the ale brewed by the owner of this tavern, which is quite refreshing and delicious, no one would be willing to listen to the boring ravings of that strange bard.

"Ah... I've disturbed everyone again... I'm really sorry!"

Angelo quickly stood up straight. The bard's face looked young and handsome. He was wearing a black hat with feathers on his head, and a pure black cloak and shawl. Know what material the silver-white harp is made of.

Standard bard attire.

However, compared to the colorful clothes of other colleagues, Angelo's whole body was only dark and pure black, which added a touch of heaviness to the overall temperament of the young poet.

After receiving impatient perfunctory forgiveness from the guests, Angelo sat back down again, ready to continue singing that boring story that no one wanted to hear.

But the next moment, the door of the tavern was knocked open.

"Gentlemen! Ladies! Our Tulip News Agency has obtained the latest news about the crash of the Holy See airship in the capital of steam!"

The little newsboy raised the heavy newspaper above his head and shook it vigorously: "Just today, a brand new large company signed a contract with the Church of the Holy Light. The new company took over and took charge of the maintenance plan of the airship!"

This move naturally attracted the attention of all the drinkers, and the originally deserted atmosphere of the tavern suddenly became lively at this moment.

Airship crash event!

This is big news for Steam Capital!It is a hot spot that everyone, regardless of gender, age or class, is talking about in the past two days.

Because just the day before, the giant steam airship that was suspended in the center of the city of steam and never landed made a palpitating whine, and then fell down under the horrified eyes of people!

The airship representing the church smashed down the packaging and transportation company directly below, causing countless casualties for a while, and the factories and workshops inside the packaging company were reduced to ruins under the huge impact.

This incident naturally caused an uproar in the city. All kinds of speculation and rumors spread overnight, such as the neighboring country launched a war, the God of Light sent down his anger, and there was a rebellion in the city. People were panicked for a while.

But now the newsboy brought the latest news, which naturally received everyone's expectations and attention. The thick stack of newspapers was sold out in a very short period of time, and the newsboy hummed a brisk ditty and left in satisfaction.

The bard Angelo smiled wryly. It was obvious that no one would be willing to listen to his story in the following time.

But his curiosity was also aroused by this new news.

Although Angelo had only wandered to the capital of steam recently and didn't have a clear idea of ​​the church airship, it was also one of the bard's jobs to take the initiative to collect stories, and there was no reason to ignore the major events happening around him.

Angelo simply put away the small white harp, left his job, and walked towards the nearest guest holding a newspaper.

Under the puzzled eyes of the other party, the handsome young man smiled shyly: "My guest, for the sake of my hard work singing the history for you, would you like to share this daily report with me?"

Although Angelo also wanted to buy a newspaper, his savings were already empty, and all the bard's salary was used to buy food, just to fill his never-satisfying stomach as much as possible.

Therefore, he can only rub other people's newspapers with the cheek.

Fortunately, this guest was not mean. He nodded and spread the newspaper on the table.

Angelo nodded gratefully, and then the bard focused all his attention on the surface of the paper.

At the top of the newspaper was written a few large characters: "The crash of the airship was purely accidental, and the Church of the Holy Light is all well!" '

The most eye-catching thing under the text is a photo with a light yellow background, which occupies almost a quarter of the entire newspaper page.

The background of the photo was the downed airship. Several luxuriously dressed officials were crowding in front of the entrance of the airship, and the priest wearing a mask was shaking hands with one of the nobles, as if to appease everyone's emotions.

Next is the text of the newspaper.

"The crash of the airship is just an accidental factor. The city councilor and the bishop are safe and sound. All believers of the Holy Light do not need to worry..."

"The cause of the airship crash: Due to the improper operation of the technicians inside the steam airship, a large-scale leak of refined crude oil was caused, resulting in damage to the power furnace..."

'Therefore... His Excellency Bishop has decided to fully entrust the operation and management of the airship to the soon-to-be-established Deep Sea Company! '

'At the same time, the benevolent bishop expressed deep self-blame and regret for the casualties involved in this incident... Therefore, the relevant compensation for casualties will be issued by Shenhai Company in the near future. '

'Here is an additional recruitment information for deep sea companies! '

'The company will be established in the center of Steam City with the strong support of the Holy Light Church, and sincerely welcome candidates from all over the city!Relevant salary is negotiable. '

'...'

Line after line of handwriting caught the bard's eyes.

"A newly established... company, I don't know if they will hire bards..." Angelo stared at the word 'salary' and muttered to himself.

"Hahaha, I see you are a young man with slender arms and legs, you can't do physical work at all, right?"

The drinker at the side laughed when he heard the poet talking to himself, he took a sip of the ale in front of him, and exhaled a strong smell of alcohol: "Don't think about it, young poet, this kind of company obviously recruits powerful people. hard work... From my experience, you are still..."

The drinker's voice became smaller and smaller, because he saw that the face of the bard in front of him suddenly became ugly, and one after another blue veins burst out on Angelo's forehead.

"It's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong...the deep sea company has a problem!" the poet said fiercely.

But then, Angelo's tone was full of doubts: "Something's wrong...? What's wrong? Shut up! What nonsense are you talking about?!"

"..." The drinker moved away subconsciously, and the poet in front of him seemed to have fallen into a state of madness again.

The next moment, he saw the young bard cover his own eyes with his hands, and then staggered out.

"You're definitely dead..." The drinker took another sip of ale to suppress his shock: "After all, no company would recruit lunatics..."

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Angelo knocked over the tables and chairs at the door, as well as the racks holding food and drinks, and rushed out of the tavern amidst the curses of the knocked down guests.

It was already noon at this time, and the smog-covered city was as dark as ever. The tavern was located in a civilian area, surrounded by intricate alleyways.

The bard plunged into the dark alleyway and ran towards the uninhabited area, almost using his hands and feet, looking very embarrassed.

Angelo finally ran to a dark, dark alley with no one there. The poet leaned against the damp and cold wall, panting heavily.

"Why run? Why stay away from the delicious food?"

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Get out of here!"

The bard was pulling his hair tightly with one hand, and he showed pain. Angelo's originally plain black pupils turned into crimson ferocious vertical pupils at this moment.

At this moment, due to the violent movement, Angelo's shawl fell to the ground, revealing the strange eyes hidden under the collar and embedded in the side of the poet's neck...

The eyes blinked, revealing a vicious look.

"Why not eat them? Just eat them... and you'll never have troubles again..."

"Eat them eat them eat them eat them eat them..."

The eyes are talking.

(End of this chapter)