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Chapter 596 Who is the real clown?

The clown shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands in an indifferent gesture. Even if there was no audience to reward him, the clown still held the piano in his left hand, and drew an arc with his other hand to close it on his left waist, and his waist also bent forward. present.

He talks to himself with self-deprecating words. "It seems like today is another fruitful day..."

At this moment, a silver coin was thrown onto the bag, and the clown's tone suddenly rose a bit, but it didn't sound flattering, but rather a feeling of madness.

“Thank you very much~”

"I didn't expect that there was a skilled piano player on the street. I thought they were talking nonsense at first."

At this time, the rewarder also walked over from the dissipating crowd, and you could tell by his voice that he was not an ordinary person.

Sure enough, when the clown picked up the silver coin, he looked up and saw a young man dressed in extraordinary clothes. His temperament told him that he was a noble at a glance.

The only people who knew music and were willing to give silver coins when ordinary people couldn't afford copper coins were the only nobles.

What was even more conspicuous was that the man was accompanied by a servant and two guards, but nobles were everywhere in places like the Imperial Capital, so it was not a very strange thing.

"We are discussing music. When will it be your turn to speak? Apologize to the master immediately!" The young man changed his previous behavior and forced the servant to apologize to the clown.

When the man saw the clown looking at him, he walked over with a smile and asked:

"Then do you remember what I just played?"

There was no doubt that this meant rejection, and the nobleman didn't expect it, so he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

As a noble, his patience has been exhausted, and the man no longer asks for help, but wants another thing.

No, you have to know that I have been sensitive to music since I was a child, which is why I am interested in it. I even studied with a court musician. How could I not remember a melody?

But I can't remember a rhythm. How is this possible?

The noble young man raised his hand to interrupt the servant's words, and looked at the clown with a strange expression, because he really didn't remember.

"Don't make any noise!"

But the clown was completely unaware of this and wanted to go away. Unexpectedly, the three men immediately surrounded him without even pretending.

The nobleman couldn't help but be stunned when the clown said this.

The servant didn't understand why his master paid so much attention to this clown, but he apologized with a smile without any psychological pressure. Compared with the previous situation, he didn't even know who the clown was.

Even if he is a noble, it is the same, because this is the imperial capital, and one brick can hit two nobles to death in this place. It would be bad if he provokes something.

I don’t know why the clown’s words always have a weird feeling to them, and paired with his decoration, it feels like he’s too deep into the show.

"Of course~"

And the fat man in the middle, who was a bit greasy, spoke fiercely.

As a noble, what you need more than a servant is to be aware of your actions.

"Since the master is not willing, we will leave." The nobleman and his younger brother left quickly, not caring about the music score.

Fortunately, the noble didn't pay too much attention to this. After receiving a positive reply, he wanted to invite the clown to play at home.

He tried hard to recall, but couldn't remember anything. In this situation, he quickly realized something.

"How is this possible!" The noble looked dissatisfied as if he had been tricked. How could there be no songs with musical scores in this world?

"I have never heard this song before. Did you compose it yourself?"

But this is the way they survive as servants. Don't worry about it so much. Anyway, it is right to follow the master's words.

"Hee hee~"

"Make a price, I want to collect your music scores."

If you don't want to sell, you can refuse, instead of humiliating yourself with such words.

"I will prepare it for you sir..."

The servants naturally wanted to defend their master, and the servants and guards wanted to expose the clown's tricks and stepped forward to scream.

"You guys know that my young master is a musical genius, how come..."

Don't think that the imperial capital doesn't have those ruffians and gangsters, there are still some.

You have to know what the environment is like now. It's a chaotic situation outside. That's why he offers such a generous salary because he loves music.

But when faced with the invitation, the clown said something strange.

Not to mention that the current turmoil has aggravated the situation. The few in front of them may really be members of some gang, or they may just be ordinary hooligans pretending.

"I play for everyone."

"Hand over the money!"

Thinking it was just humility, he offered a price.

“My songs don’t have sheet music.”

It's just that the clown didn't react to all this. He only heard a slight chuckle under the mask after they left.

But the clown just shook his head in response, and the weird mask gave people a sense of laughter.

Because this is part of the ecology, it is simply not worth the gain to manage the huge grassroots at this stage. The more people there are, the more trouble there is. Not everyone has Lance's determination to transform everything at any cost.

It's not a question but a surprise.

He packed up his things and put the piano back into the bag. When he was about to leave, three crooked melons and jujubes surrounded him.

After all, no clowns were seen here in the past two days, but today they finally opened and they were immediately targeted.

"Why should I give it to you?" The clown didn't have the slightest sense of danger of being coerced. On the contrary, he dared to tease the other party.

"Of course you have to give it to me if you are on my territory!" The fat man in the lead took out a knife with a ferocious look on his face, "You'd better take it out yourself, otherwise..."

"Okay, okay~" The clown put the silver coin in his hand and handed it out with a weird laugh.

When the guy saw the silver coin in the clown's hand, he couldn't care less and quickly reached out to take it away.

But no one expected the next scene, because when he reached out to grab it, the silver coin was empty.

This scene made the fat man stunned for a second. He subconsciously grabbed the clown's hand and looked through it. He couldn't help but put his eyes on the ground, but there was nothing. It was like the silver coins disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Where's the money?"

Only then did he react and ask the clown.

"Won't I give it to you? The two of them are also watching."

The clown's words directly caused a crack in the already fragile trust between the three of them, because the two of them did look at what he was reaching for.

Seeing the eyes of the two people focused on him, the fat man subconsciously defended himself.

"I didn't take it. He must have hidden the silver coins."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but raise his knife and approach the clown to threaten him, "Hurry up and take it out!"

"But I have already given it to you. You have to admit it. Even if you kill me, it will be useless."

The clown's words intensified the suspicion of the other two people. The formation that originally held the clown changed inexplicably, and the two men spoke to the fat man.

"Stop making trouble and take it out."

"That's right, we agreed to split it equally."

"I told you I didn't take it!" Feeling the suspicious look in his accomplice's eyes, the fat man roared as if he was being driven crazy.

"Where did the money go?"

"Everyone said it was him..." The fat man was about to find proof of the clown, but found that he was missing.

The three of them scanned around and couldn't see the clown's highly recognizable figure. Only then did they realize that they had been fooled.

"What about people?"

"I don't know..."

"I'm still playing with your broken knife. Find it quickly!"

As for the clown, he had already left that place and entered an ordinary tavern on the street behind him.

In a bustling city, there are many people in bars even during the day, because there are not many pubs in this city where you can just sit here for a day with a glass of low-quality beer that is like swill.

Some people are casual workers waiting here for work, some people use this place as a short resting place between work, some may have just woken up from last night's drunkenness, and some are here to eat...

But there is no doubt that most of these are ordinary working people.

As soon as the clown arrived at the store, all the drinkers looked at him and laughed, and some shouted.

"The clown is back!"

"Why are you back so early today? You must be making a lot of money, right?"

They shouted loudly again.

"There must be a rich man who rewarded me with a bag of gold coins!"

"Hahaha!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere inside and outside the store was filled with joy.

The clown didn't get angry amidst everyone's teasing and hooting. Instead, he leaned against the bar and discharged nine copper coins, signaling to the clerk: "Clear the account."

He hadn't made any money in the past two days, so this tavern was the only one willing to take in a down-and-out clown like him. As for being able to eat, it all depended on the people who just made noises.

"Damn it! I really met Brother Fu!"

"Is there anyone really willing to reward you these days?"

"Not too much, not too much, not too much, not too much..." The clown's triumphant laughter came out from under the mask, and his smiling face seemed to be visible through the mask.

The noble rewarded him with a silver coin just now, but it's hard to say how he got the other copper coins.

Then he stretched out his hand, turned it over and found a silver coin in his palm, which he then placed on the table.

"The rest are for everyone to have a drink with!"

The clown's words caused a sensation in the tavern as soon as they fell. Everyone raised their glasses to show respect and cheered.

"Great!"

"Serve the wine! Serve the wine!"

"Hahaha! Hurry up and play a song!"

The clerk seemed to be infected by the enthusiastic emotion, and he also shouted.

"Coming~!"

While he was preparing, the movement just now seemed to alert the boss backstage, and he saw a bald middle-aged man walking out, shouting in a violent voice.

"What are you arguing about? You stupid woodchucks!"

But everyone was still laughing, and some old customers started teasing him, making the bald boss look angry.

"Oh~ damn, be careful I kick your ass with my boot, I swear, I will do it!"

"Old guy, you can't make money if you have money, right?"

"Money? What money?" After he finished speaking, he noticed the silver coins on the table, and his attitude suddenly changed, "Look, how incredible this is!"

This scene made everyone laugh again, and the clerk seemed to be used to the boss's personality, and started busy with a smile.

The boss completely ignored everyone's ridicule and picked up the silver coins and weighed them like a miser.

After waiting for a while, he vowed to gesture towards the clown, "I'm telling you that you have a lot of potential. You can tell it the first time we meet."

"Ah, right, right~" In response to this, there was just a weird voice coming out from under the clown's mask, which sounded a bit yin and yang for some reason.

As the wine is filled, the stories continue.

The tavern immediately became lively, and everyone started bragging.

Don't think that they are just ordinary people with little access to information. On the contrary, there are people from all walks of life here, and they can know a lot of things under the mixed crowd.

The hottest topic in the empire today is no longer the frontline rebels, nor is it the missing princess.

But Hamlet, that blessed place rumored to be filled with gold, full of lost ruins waiting to be discovered.

It must be said that this kind of topic has great appeal to everyone. Who has not imagined finding treasures, becoming rich overnight, and reaching the top of life?

Especially these ordinary people living at the bottom, they are eager to change their lives, but most of them have smoothed their edges in real life.

Although the clown invited them to drink, he did not drink. He just sat aside and listened to what they talked about. He liked this environment very much and it could inspire him.

This was not the first day he heard this. At first, he just thought it was a story.

But in the past few days, the news about Hamlet not only did not decrease, but became more and more, which made him feel a little interested.

Hamlet, what kind of place is that?

But at this moment, the door of the tavern was pushed open. No one cared about it until the guy who came in started shouting, and then he realized that it was the trio just now.

"found it!"

"You're actually hiding here!"

"You stole our money and you want to escape?"

The three of them walked towards the clown with a roar, their anger undisguised.

Because they just found out that they didn't get the money, but their own money was taken away.

Can this be tolerated?

They are just in this business, how can they do it if others find out?

Snakes have snake paths, rats have rat paths.

The clown played around for two days, and soon they heard about it and came to his door.

To be honest, this matter has nothing to do with other people, and since they are used to being domineering, they don't take other people seriously at all.

But you have to know where this place is, and you have to know that the clown just invited everyone to drink. If you come here like this, you are obviously causing trouble.

The trio didn't realize that the tavern had suddenly gone quiet until there was a sudden sound.

"Snapped!"

That was the sound of a heavy oak wine glass falling onto the table, followed by intensive knocking sounds almost simultaneously.

The guests who were blowing water all focused on the three people who suddenly barged in. Naturally, their eyes could hardly be called friendly.

The three of them were frightened for a moment, and they stood stiffly in place.

This situation is not right...

"Boy, do you know where this place is?" The tavern owner no longer looked like before. He raised a musket at some point and placed it on the bar. He said with an unkind expression, "Who gave you the courage to do this? Are you causing trouble on my territory?"

You can open a tavern in a place like this and it has been fine for so many years. No one will believe you if you say that there is nothing.

(End of this chapter)