Farming Lord of Crossing

Chapter 167 166. The Poet
After the arrangement was over, Los felt relieved and sent the Bulu and the others to leave.After these years of training, especially the development and construction work last year, Bruce, Ulis, Fafeya and others are fully capable of taking on big responsibilities.

In the middle of the night that night, when everyone fell into a deep sleep in the dead of night, all the guards from all the villages and towns in Stan Town were dispatched, and they went over the wall and entered the house of the leader who started the rumors without even saying hello. They directly covered the sleeping party with his mouth and nose and took him away.

The other people who were disturbed were warned by the guards with their eyes and explained in a low voice: "This is the fate of daring to spread rumors about orcs attacking villages and towns!" The people nodded obediently when they heard it, closed their eyes and pretended to continue to sleep.

Everything was done silently and quickly. Without the knowledge of most people in the village, all the leaders and refugees who spread rumors were arrested out of the village in just one hour, and were quickly escorted to the mine, Ranch and the Western Defense Line.

As for whether there are guards who catch the wrong person or more people in the dark, it is not a big deal. After all, apart from the free people in this world, they need a reasonable explanation or excuse to deal with it. What about the other citizens, slaves or refugees? Disposal is a matter of a word from the lord.

Of course it was silent, all of this was exposed under the bright moonlight, in the dark eyes of a person in the gathering moonlight.There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of Archbishop Desman's mouth: "Did you make a decisive move so soon? Young people are really motivated and motivated!"

Immediately, the archbishop made arrangements without looking back: "The orcs have to speed up their pace. I want to see what expressions they have on their faces when the rumors become reality. I heard that the baron is still conditionally sealed As for the noble, I don’t know how to stir up the situation after losing the title and territory.”

"Yes!" A priest behind him hurried downstairs, appeared outside the temple in a short while and then disappeared into the long night.

The Temple of the Moonlight Goddess is in action, and Bruce's actions are not slow at all. In addition to diverting distribution, arranging workshops, and shops in various villages and towns, there is another arrangement that is secretly carried out.

That evening, a middle-aged man with shabby clothes, a weathered face, an unshaven beard but decent manners, and a strange and elegant behavior walked into the town of Stan.

The middle-aged uncle didn't care about the guards watching him intentionally or unintentionally not far away. He turned left and right all the way to look, and kept muttering: "It seems that this legendary Lord Baron, the rising leader of Wellington Nova does have some ability.

The people who come and go, with healthy faces and high spirits, the prosperous business, and the well-trained and well-equipped guards are not at all like the ones who have just been knighted for a year or two. Now the town of Stan is in the In terms of prosperity, it is not far behind the century-old Pope Town. "

"The most important thing is to look at the satisfied smiles on the faces of these citizens. It seems that this legendary baron is really as kind and loving as the rumors say!"

Although the guard repeatedly checked the identity certificate of the middle-aged uncle Wellington, he still lined up a guard to monitor this weird guy from a distance, just when the guard couldn't help but stepped forward to question him.

The middle-aged uncle's eyes lit up and he walked quickly to a shop with a flag with wheat ears and wine barrels hanging on it, and then carefully took out a harp with a strange shape from the wooden box on his back.

The middle-aged uncle caressed the headstock, sound post, and strings of the instrument with infinite love as if touching the delicate skin of a girl in love for the first time, then closed his eyes, with an intoxicated expression on his face, and gently plucked the strings.

"dong dong dong"

The brisk sound like a clear spring came from the strings, stopping the guards who were chasing up quickly, stopping the hurried pedestrians, and making the children who were playing around stop their movements and quietly surrounded them, curious Look at this thing that makes a nice sound.

Music is a novelty to most people in this town.They who have been digging in the soil have never heard such a nice sound.

What a beautiful, what a beautiful voice.Every citizen who heard the middle-aged uncle playing the music stopped, and even the drunks who were noisy and drinking in the Maisui Tavern obediently shut their mouths, leaned over silently, closed their eyes, and stood upright. He listened greedily to the wonderful voice that seemed to come down from the sky.

"buzz"

When the last note fell, the middle-aged uncle opened his eyes and saw the crowd on the third floor and the third floor around him, with a satisfied smile on his face. Just when he cleared his throat and was about to speak, a small dirty man in the crowd Xixi's figure suddenly said: "Why did you stop, uncle, continue, continue to make this magical monster ring!"

"Yes, this gentleman will play another piece!" An old man dressed like a businessman said with a smile, "I haven't heard such a cheerful and beautiful piece for a long time."

"Of course there is no problem!" The middle-aged uncle put away the harp with a smile, looked at the guard with a serious smile and said, "As you can see, I am really a troubadour from afar." The harp gently plucks the strings to make a crisp sound.

The guard was not embarrassed by the teasing, but nodded seriously, then turned and left.Although he also wants to stay and continue to listen to the beautiful music and wonderful stories, but that can only be done after the shift is changed. Now their duty is to patrol.

"Traveling poet?" The more or less knowledgeable refugees exclaimed.

Although troubadours travel between cities and towns to tell folk stories and epic myths to people, they rely on audience tips to earn food, housing and transportation.

However, not everyone can become a troubadour.As a troubadour, you must have a very high knowledge reserve and literary quality. This one thing prevents most people from yearning for such a job that can make money and travel around to see different scenery, meet different people, and even be able to The profession of talking cordially and having dinner with those legendary people.

In fact, most troubadours are down-and-out aristocrats or children of aristocrats who really like to travel around to see different scenery and meet different people.They have a good cultural heritage and social skills, able to record interesting stories encountered along the way and adapt them into folklore stories that people love to hear.

There are even some real troubadours who have good strength, can travel between various countries, and have seen real big scenes.With their rich experience and good knowledge, they can even become the guests of the great nobles and even the king.

So there are troubadours appearing in border towns like Stan Town, surprising people who know the existence of troubadours, because they can hear those magnificent epic myths or sweet and moving love stories again.

The middle-aged uncle gave a salute with a reserved smile and stroked his chest, and then said: "Yes, I am Tony the troubadour. I heard that there is a legendary baron here, the chief beheader. That's why I'm here."

"Lord Baron!" The citizens suddenly became excited, chattering such as "The merciful Lord Baron accepted and resettled more than 4 refugees at one time", "The Baron led the militia to use the heads of orcs in the town of Stan A hundred-meter-high landscape was piled up, "The baron is brave and invincible, killing the orc chief is as easy as killing chickens and ducks" and other words.

Tony smiled and listened to the people's narration, and he didn't feel too noisy to hear clearly, and he didn't feel too messy and clueless, so he just listened quietly.

At this moment, a crying child's voice came: "Stop making noise, I want to listen to the music! Stop making noise, I want to listen to the music!~~" It turned out that the dirty child had waited for a long time and didn't come back. I cried when I heard the beautiful music.

Tony squatted down, not thinking the little guy was dirty, picked her up with one hand and said, "Little friend, uncle also wants to play music for you. But uncle's legs are sore, his mouth is thirsty, and his stomach is hungry after walking for so long. What do you say!" Tony called the kid, but stared straight at the adults around him, especially those businessmen in high-end clothes.

At this moment, a loud voice came: "Mr. Tony, please, as long as your music is beautiful enough and your story is exciting enough, I will take care of the food and drinks tonight." Bald Lu Bu, the owner of Wheat Ear Tavern, laughed loudly. Touching his big bald head with one hand, he pointed to a clean and free table in the middle of the tavern with the other.

(End of this chapter)