Chapter 69 The Reward of the Vulgar
“The story just now is very exciting~” Mo Tan smiled kindly at Mustache: “How should I call you?”
“Beoluka Noos." The bard with a mustache bowed slightly. Body: "You can just call me Beo, sir."
Mo Tan sighed with emotion, and moved his eyes from the slightly respectful Beo in front of him to the sky, the light green The eyes are filled with enthusiasm and yearning...
"I like bards~" His tone was like that of a child, with a hint of innocence that was difficult to conceal: "You sing epics, unrestrained, free and easy, free and romantic, you are well-informed and knowledgeable. , know every paragraph of biography Strange love, every mysterious relic, every hero's life, every grand battle, my friend, it may be difficult for you to understand this unspeakable envy, but please believe in this yearning. And the longing comes from the heart.”
Beo blinked. Although he really didn't understand the other party's so-called 'unspeakable envy', he did find something in this young man...
The first thing that can be determined is that, This boy is definitely a pampered young man with a very good living condition. This can be seen from his generous handwriting and some small details. Beo, who travels around all the year round, can be regarded as knowing countless people. This kind of He still has a certain level of observation skills~
Then there is the almost childish innocence in his words. I don’t know whether it is because of his nature or because there is something wrong in the process of upbringing. In short, Beo is completely I can't understand what kind of virtue the 'bard' in the other person's imagination is. It's hard to imagine that childish words like 'my father was a great hero a long time ago, and he slayed tens of thousands of evil dragons' will come from a person. spoken by adults.
There are not tens of thousands of evil dragons. It is impossible for the dragon clan in the whole continent to do nothing every day just to give birth to children for fun. Even if they can really give birth to so many, it is not easy to train them all into evil forces. Things like that, those fathers who are farmers or carpenters and like to brag after drinking may not necessarily have tens of thousands of bugs crushed to death in their lifetime...
The bard doesn't know that either. What an ancient and mysterious relic, otherwise I would be wandering around the world, staying at home and drawing treasure maps every now and then would be enough to make me rich...
To sum up, Beo felt that Mo Tan was just a poor child who was poisoned by a lot of stories and daydreamed all day long. How irresponsible parents must be to let their son develop like this? !
But having said that, there are many people who have dreams of being heroes, but there seem to be very few people who have the plot of being a bard, and the one in front of me can be regarded as the best...
So the conclusion is obvious, this guy is stupid and has a lot of money!
But not only that, Beo also discovered something that surprised him...
This young man's eloquence and the incitement in his words are simply amazing. of!
His previous words even made Beo feel like, 'Holy shit, I really am such a great person! ? 'The idea...
His language seems to have magic power, full of emotions that can involve others~
His expression is sincere and not exaggerated at all, just like a An old friend is talking freely about his ideals to you, making people want to believe and agree with them from the bottom of their hearts, even if they think they are fantasy.
His voice is gentle and elegant, but full of emotion and passion, like spiritual magic that can directly touch people's hearts.
He is a born bard!
Of course, the premise is that he won't be sold by others or starve to death on the road...
Beo, who originally wanted to cheat a little more reward money, hesitated, just like a singer who was about to teach someone a lesson for smashing the window of his own house. When I was a young boy, I found that the other person had a voice like nature. The piano that was already raised high in my hand just couldn't be hit!
"Hey~" After some ideological struggle, Beo finally sighed, smiled bitterly and shook his head at Mo Tan: "This little brother, if I guess correctly, your family background It should be pretty good, right?”
Mo Tan nodded and his face darkened slightly: "Fortunately, my parents made some money when they were young. They seemed to want me to follow the same path as them, but I don't like that kind of restricted life."
【Do your parents still need a son? 】
Although Beo wanted to say this suddenly, he still continued to ask: "So you left home?"
Mo Tan nodded sheepishly.
"Want to be the bard you long for?" Beo asked with a smile: "Frustrated and free? Free and romantic?"
"Yes!" Mo Tan His face instantly glowed, and he took out the small harp that he had bought from a grocery store in Pato City before, and said with a smile: "I've even prepared the instrument. Which do you think is the harp or the truss?" Is it more suitable for me? ”
[I think a set of health assessments from the United Holy Church is most suitable for you! 】
Beo rolled his eyes and waved his hand weakly at Mo Tan: "I advise you to give up."
"Why!" Mo Tan's originally pale face suddenly lost some color. , quickly asked: "Do you think I have no talent? I can..."
"It has nothing to do with that. "Beo touched the already somewhat open collar of his robe, shook his head and said: "The bard is not as romantic as you think. Although it can indeed be called freedom, it can barely be said to be unrestrained, but the bard is not as romantic as you think. Some people don't live very well, such as me..."
Mo Tan looked at him blankly.
Beo stroked his collar and said with a wry smile: "I have worn this robe for seven or eight years. The reason why I don't replace it is not because it was sewn by my mother. It's just that I don't have money. , maybe today I will be at the invitation of the owner of this tavern I'll have a nice meal and a couple of drinks later, but I might be hungry tomorrow night. Many times, even if I tell stories for hours, I might not get even half a penny, but a piece of the cheapest brown bread will cost Two whole copper coins.”
"It shouldn't be like this." Mo Tan was obviously in disbelief: "I have met many bards, and my mother always..."
"Your mother must be a generous and decent person. People." Beo interrupted him with a smile: "But most people are not like that. Generosity makes one decent. Survival and romance have never been synonymous. Maybe I can tell people how grand the celebration dance was in a certain country hundreds of years ago, but this has nothing to do with the fact that I have never had a drink worth more than two silver coins. Wine doesn’t conflict.”
Mo Tan was silent.
Beo smiled apologetically: "I don't want to shatter your ideals, but in return for the gold coin just now, I think I have an obligation to tell you this. This world is not like a A carefree young man is so simple."
"What about those stories?" The dejected Mo Tan asked, "Are those stories not so simple?"
Beo shrugged: "The story is always simple, it's just not that real. The bard's stories never mentioned the content of the heroes and the devil eating, drinking, and having sex, but this does not mean that they are real. There is no need to go to the toilet, and there are many epics that are simply made up. Even the real deeds are not that many to praise and cry. I said that the giant dragon that fell from the sky was shot down by an arrow or kicked by a warrior. , but what if it is tired?"
"Is the story in the tavern true or false?" Mo Tan asked softly: "Did you make it up yourself? ? Or witnessed it with your own eyes?"
Beo hesitated, and then suddenly laughed: "It seems that you haven't given up yet, well, it doesn't matter if I tell you, the content of the story just now is indeed true. It happened recently.”
“The dragon that fell in the abandoned capital?” Mo Tan’s eyes widened: “I have never heard of a similar place nearby…”
Beo gently tapped the small drum in his hand and blinked: "Of course not around here. The ruined capital in the story is located in the northwest of the continent. There is a place called Underhill there, which was once the most glorious place of the Sun Dynasty. One of the capitals, it has the reputation of the never-falling city, but now it is no longer the never-falling city Underhill. We all call it the ruined capital Underhill~" "Northwest of the mainland?" Mo Tan He scratched his hair: "Did you come from there?"
"Ha, how is that possible~" Beo smiled and bent down: "I never thought of going that far. Although I have traveled to many places in the past few years, they are mostly in the Northeast. Wandering around the mainland."
"Then how did you..."
"What do you think? Will it be very popular to tell stories about the Northeast Continent?" Beo shook his head: "As long as everyone has heard about it, the appeal of the story will be much different, so... you know~"
Mo Tan spread his hands: "I don't understand."
"The farther away you go, the more marketable the stories that happen there, at least they will be fresh enough~" Beo smiled and said: "Let me tell you a secret that only senior bards know. Do you know the Wanderer's House? ?”
Combined with the expression on Beo’s face, Mo Tan nodded and replied happily: “Of course!”
Although he had never heard of it at all... …
"Of course, after all, it is a hotel with the same name all over the world. It would be strange if you didn't know." Beo nodded without any surprise, and then suddenly stretched out an index finger and shook it: "But The Wanderer’s House can actually be called the Bard’s Guild.”
Mo Tan said very cooperatively. ’ made a sound.
"It's not a big secret." Beo said with a smile: "But it was actually just a gathering place for bards in the beginning, but hundreds of years ago it gradually began to resemble a neutral organization. Although it didn't have a sign, But all the more experienced bards know it.”
“That’s it.” Tan Zhui asked: "Then what is it used for?"
"It's for exchanging stories!" Beo shrugged: "Each hostel is related to each other, and poets collect local or Stories or anecdotes about the neighborhood, and then go to Wanderer’s House to exchange them for stories from other places or some change~ I just The one I was talking about was exchanged for a Paladin story not far away from Pato City~"
At this point, the mustache suddenly smiled and said: "I don't have any more. No matter how you inquired about it, that’s probably it. If your curiosity has been satisfied now, then go home early.”
Beo didn't know why he said this to the young man in front of him. Logically speaking, his character was not too upright. He should try his best to deceive the other person, and then use this rich kid who didn't know how to deal with the world. Earn more travel expenses, but he didn't do it in the end...
Maybe it's because of the gold coin Mo Tan gave him before, maybe it's because Beo drank a little too much today, maybe it's because of the inexplicable intimacy, maybe it's a little sympathy, maybe it's because he has some hope deep in his heart This extremely talented young man also became a bard...
Maybe it was because he had had the same dream as him.
Simply telling stories in the alleys of villages, towns and cities, enjoying the exclamations and admirations of others...
Humming poetry in the fields and paths, and writing for Intoxicated by yourself...
Unfettered, free and romantic...
Beo laughed self-deprecatingly. After all, he is just a common man. Romance and freedom cannot be a living thing, let alone making gold coins jingle in his pocket. Rather than people being moved by his own story, he cares more about everything. Or whether there are more or less coins in the hat at the end~
After all, people who starve to death are not qualified to talk about romance.
Beo, who suddenly lost interest, shook his head. Just as he was about to say that he had said that and you could do it yourself, he found that the young man in front of him was also smiling.
Only this time, there is no trace of innocence in his smile, and the look in his eyes is not ignorant or confused, but a kind of trembling, pure and uninhibited. , unpredictable - joy.
Beo's consciousness became a little blurry...
......
A few minutes later
Mo Tan was walking on the path humming the tune of a hero's song. His originally unhappy mood gradually improved. He had already learned from Beo. I got enough information, and at the same time I was convinced that I had really discovered a pair of eyes, a pair of omnipresent eyes~
"Wanderer Hotel, ha..." Mo Tan made a song for the hero with a loud whistle At the end, he laughed happily: "Neutral organization? Minstrel guild? Don't be kidding, its founder is not so short-sighted. Its purpose is to exchange stories? Only an idiot would think so! Haha, hahahahahahaha ~~”
A burst of unbridled laughter suddenly sounded under the silent night...
"This is the largest intelligence organization with eyes all over the world!!"
......
When Beo came back from his trance, the one who had made generous moves before The young man had disappeared. He was a little confused and even thought that he had just had a strange dream~
It wasn't until he found a line of small words at his feet and a heavy bag of gold coins that he finally woke up. come over.
Then the purse that had to contain at least a hundred gold coins made him confused again...
The words on the ground are very beautiful, and they look like they were carved with a sharp blade such as a dagger...
[Stupid people do not deserve to be treated so kindly, and vulgar people will also get vulgar rewards, even if they are unpleasant to the ears. And it makes people laugh, but it weighs more than one gold coin~]
Staring at these words blankly, Beolucanus, the future bard who would be extremely famous in the Innocence Continent, tightly held the money bag in his hand, but his mind went blank, as if he was in a dream...
Chapter 66: The End
(End of this chapter)