The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

I thought about it and said, "Well, I have nothing to do anyway."

Then, he put the torch on his shoulder and ran to the teahouse with Rodney.

It didn't take long to reach the destination.

The tea house is very large, quiet and luxurious, with tall signs hung in the middle, engraved with the poetic name of the tea house, but even if it is poetic, I can’t taste it, because I don’t know those words at all, so I think it’s rich Poetic and picturesque, mainly because the owner of this teahouse dressed up like a troubadour.

A wide and loose open-necked colorful cloth dress with a linen belt tied around the waist, a pair of muslin pants on the lower body, and a pair of cowhide boots on his feet.

However, all of this makes sense. What impresses me the most is the ukulele he holds in his hand, and the two-handed beard that trembles up and down with the music.

Alive is an authentic troubadour.

If it wasn't for Rodney's introduction, but if I passed by here myself, I would definitely treat him as a troubadour, or maybe I would throw him a copper coin or two.

The boss is obviously very close to Rodney, but he just made a face-to-face meeting and took the initiative to lead us to a very hidden room, while his two bodyguards were arranged in the corner, which was not very conspicuous. Drink tea at a table.

"May, God of Creation, bless you, Lord Young Master" the boss said piously, then turned to me and smiled: "And you, my friend."

Yo, today is a good day~

I secretly said in my heart: I just bought a torch, and I was called friends by two local tyrants.

As soon as I closed the door, I listened to my ears: "Brother Tyrant, the boss here is really unique. He is a troubadour in dressing and speaking."

"He is indeed a bard," Rodney said to me suddenly.

After hearing this, I couldn't help but let out an ‘ah’.

After I came to this world, I didn't understand the profession of troubadour. All my knowledge came from previous lives, the description of those poets and novelists.

In the impression, the troubadour should be wearing a top hat, a tattered robe, playing a ukulele in his hand, and singing some unintelligible eulogies in his mouth.

But these are not the key points. The most important thing is that they are very poor.

However, the troubadour I saw today is so rich that he can open such a magnificent teahouse. Could it be that his true identity is a strange descendant of a big family, a rich second generation of troubadour who is fine with cosplay? youth?

I was constantly **** for the true identity of the teahouse owner. Rodney poured a cup of tea for himself and me, and said, "Are you a little confused, how could a poor troubadour be so rich?"

"Hey, local tyrant, you can even guess what I think, you can be a roundworm."

"Ascaris?" Rodney looked at me puzzled.

I was shocked and smiled: "Oh. That's a kind of compliment. It means that you are insightful."

"By the way, I still want to ask you, why call me local tyrant brother?" Rodney looked at me with interest.

"Brother Tuhao. It means the rich, yes, that's it."

Seeing Rodney smiled ambiguously, I interrupted hurriedly: "Well, now is not the time to talk about this, where did you just say, oh, yes, why is a poor troubadour so rich?"

"Could it be." I deliberately showed an exaggerated expression and brought the topic back to me: "You are the boss behind this teahouse?"

In previous lives, whether in novels or TV dramas, as long as they come across a prominent background, take two bodyguards to wander around, and make friends everywhere, most of the second-generation youths who are rich and rich have another identity, they are behind some leading and powerful companies. Big boss.

This is an everlasting law, which is basically accurate.

"Huh?" Rodney saw me saying this to him mysteriously, with a funny face, and said: "You think too much, no matter how much my pocket money, you can't afford to open such a luxurious restaurant."

"Uh. So you are not the boss behind the scenes."

It seems that the settings are all deceptive. To be honest, I am a little disappointed.

"Of course I am not the boss behind the scenes. The only owner of this teahouse is Cecil."

Cecil, referring to the troubadour.

"It seems that I think too much." I took a sip of tea and sighed.

"Of course you think too much," Rodney said: "Cecil was really just a poor troubadour, but on the way he found a gold mine, he has since transformed into a rich businessman."

Gold mines can be found on the way to sing. I have to say that Cecil's luck is really not covered. It is purely walking and stepping on ****, climbing the mountain to meet Ganoderma!

"That's it?" Seeing Rodney shut up and drink tea, seemingly finished, I asked.

"that's it."

"Haha, what you said really surprised me!" I pretended to be surprised.

"But I think he treats you as if he is respectful, maybe he's also a vassal person" I thought for a moment, and said: "In my impression, the capable troubadours, one by one, are not afraid of the past. Power is not a fuel-efficient lamp."

"You're right." Rodney agreed with me. "Cecile is also such a person. The reason why he has a better attitude towards me is because I helped him when he was the poorest."

"That's right, the grace of the dripping water will be reported by the spring. This is the characteristic of the troubadour" I laughed: "Otherwise, how can the number of people in this industry be so small."

Rodney smiled bitterly, and then he said: "Okay, let's get back to business, I have something to get rid of you."

Although I didn’t want to catch up with Qianquan, people posted it so enthusiastically and proactively, and it was difficult to refuse, so I had to say: "Listen to me, I will definitely listen. As for whether I can help you, I don’t know. ."

Rodney saw that I didn't directly refuse, he smiled and said, "That's good."

As he said, he took out a sheepskin scroll from his sleeve, handed it to me, and said, "Look at this first."

After hesitating, I took the scroll and slowly unfolded it with doubts.

On the scroll, there are rows of timelines marked, and the bottom of the timeline is filled with dense text.

Although I don't know the rare characters engraved on the torch, it doesn't mean that I also don't know other characters in Hefeng Continent.

More than five years of life, let me know most of the words on this continent.

So, I understood every word written on the scroll.

After I read the text on this scroll of parchment twice, word by word, the expression on my face became gloomy at the same time.

My face sank like water, and my tone was calm: "You show me this, are you threatening me?"

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