Becoming a creator in prehistory

Chapter 50 The Pied Piper

Time flows like life, and life passes away like time.

Time is constantly passing, and 500 years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Thanks to the fact that the space of activities between gods and dragons no longer overlaps, there has been no war between the two sides during these 500 years.

However, the development of civilization will not always be on the same melody. Peace and war are like two sides of a rotating coin, and they will alternate at any time.

Thanks to 500 years of peace, the people of gold have developed to a certain extent. They have developed their own city-state from the tribal period.

The Sari tribe, who were forced to migrate because of the death of the fungal tree, had established a city-state named Hengcheng in the farther south.

On this day, the town near the moat outside Hengcheng ushered in a strange guest.

The reason why the other party is said to be weird is because the clothes on him are too fancy, red, green, and blue colors are mixed together, which makes people unforgettable at a glance.

He played the old nursery rhymes on the flute in his hand, which attracted the children in the town to chase him and watch him.

However, compared to the children's curiosity, the adults in the town are not so friendly.

"Hey, bard, stop playing your wretched flute in my town, it's driving me crazy, nobody's going to pay you.

Leave me immediately before I get angry, understand. "

As he spoke, the man picked up a stone awl in his hand and gestured threateningly.

Afterwards, he ignored the weird bard, but lowered his head, and used the stone awl to carve on a wooden board again with concentration.

After a while, he had engraved many runes on the wooden board.

Then, he grabbed a handful of plant ash and smeared it on the wooden board to make the lettering more obvious.

Looking at his masterpiece, he nodded in satisfaction, and prepared to nail the plank to the notice board at the intersection.

However, when he raised his head, he found that the strangely dressed bard was not there yet.

Not only did the other party not leave, but he also stood by his side, staring at the wooden board in his hand for a long time.

"You guys still haven't left, don't you understand people's words, or do you think that my majestic mayor dare not do anything to you?"

"Isn't your town planning to recruit rat repellent experts? I should be qualified for this job."

Seeing the bard pointing to the board in his hand, the mayor said dubiously:
"Are you really good at catching mice?"

At this time, other residents of the town also gathered together when they heard the sound.

"That's right, aren't you a bard? Let's see how you catch mice with thin arms and legs. Are you going to beat the mice to death with the flute in your hand?"

"Ha ha……"

The townspeople chattered and laughed from time to time.

The bard was not angry when he heard the words, but smiled and said:
"Hehe, how do you know if you don't try, anyway, if you catch a mouse, you will be paid for it.

If I don't have the ability, you don't have to pay, and it won't cause any loss. "

Everyone saw that what he said was also reasonable, so the mayor made a decision:
"Okay, our town will hire you to catch mice. The ugly thing is up front. I'll give you a day. If you can't even catch a hundred, it means your mouse-catching skills are not good. We won't give you a penny." you."

Obviously, the mayor intends to make the other party busy for nothing.

Not to mention people, even a cat can't catch a hundred mice a day.

However, facing such harsh conditions, the bard did not back down, but readily agreed.

"Yes, and you don't have to wait a day. As long as I don't catch more than a hundred mice before the sun goes down, then I'm considered a loser."

Hearing the other party boasting so much, the townspeople on the side laughed. They couldn't wait to see this man make a fool of himself.

The bard ignored them, but he picked up his flute again and began to play.

At first people were still disdainful, but then they were stunned by the scene.

I saw a large number of rats running out from every house in the town. They were so numerous that they almost covered the ground, and everyone screamed in shock.

Apparently, it was the sound of the bard's flute that drew them out.

Under the influence of the sound of the flute, those mice jumped into the nearby moat one by one as if possessed by a demon, and all of them drowned in the river.

"How much money do you have to pay for killing so many rats at once?"

Looking at the densely packed rat corpses in the moat, the mayor felt remorseful.

On the other side, the bard stopped playing and said with a smile:
"Get the rats out, and let's count them."

Hearing this, the mayor replied in a hurry and wisely:
"What are you talking about, counting what amount.

These mice obviously jumped into the river to die by themselves, so what does it have to do with you.

We've agreed that the mouse counts only if you catch it with your own hands. "

At this time, the townspeople on the side also recalled it, and quickly echoed:
"That's right, that's right, we can all prove that you didn't catch the mouse, how can you take the credit for yourself."

"It must have been the earthquake that frightened the mouse, so it ran out and jumped into the river. It has nothing to do with you."

Seeing that everyone was on his side, the mayor became more confident.

He stared at the bard in front of him, and he didn't have any good looks anymore.

"You stinky beggar, you still want to cheat our money with nothing.

Get out of here, or you will be thrown into the moat to be with those rats. "

Faced with the other party's backlash and threats, the bard did not argue. He picked up the flute in his hand and played it while walking towards the outskirts of the town.

"Hahaha……"

Seeing the back of the bard leaving, everyone who felt that he had taken advantage of it laughed proudly.

However, at this moment, all the children in the town, like the mice before, went mad and ran out of the town collectively.

"Quick, hurry up!"

Seeing this, the adults in the town rushed to chase the children, but no matter how hard they chased, they were still unable to catch up. They could only watch helplessly as all the children in the town disappeared at the end of the road with the sound of the flute.

On this day, the whole town was shrouded in sorrow, and they regretted it very much at this moment.

The next day, the mayor took everyone to Hengcheng early in the morning to post missing person notices.

At the gate of the city, a piper in a floral dress passed by them.

However, they didn't even look at each other, as if they had lost their memory, they didn't recognize this person at all.

Overnight, they even forgot the specific reason why the children in the town disappeared.

That's right, this person is Hamelin, who has been walking in a corner forgotten by everyone for 500 years.

He's used to it, though.

This time he came to Hengcheng for nothing but to meet his aunt.

However, he came here only to find that the king of Hengcheng is no longer Sally.

She left her position as queen and drifted away, and now no one knows where she has gone...

(End of this chapter)