Quadruple split

"The story just now is very exciting~" Mo Tan smiled affectionately at Mustache: "What should I call you?"

"Beolucanus." The bard with a mustache leaned forward slightly: "You can just call me Beo, sir."

Mo Tan sighed with emotion, and moved his gaze from the slightly respectful Beo in front of him to the sky, his light green eyes filled with enthusiasm and yearning...

"I like bards~" His tone was like that of a child, with a hint of innocence that could not be concealed: "You sing about epics, unrestrained, spontaneous and unrestrained, free and romantic, you are well-informed and knowledgeable, Know every legendary 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 it This yearning and 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...

First of all, what can be determined is that this boy is definitely a pampered young man with extremely good living conditions. This can be seen from his generous writings and some small details. Beo, who travels around all year round, can also be regarded as I know countless people, but I still have this level of observation skills~

Then there was the almost childish innocence in his words. I don't know whether it was because of his nature or because there was something wrong in his upbringing. In short, Beo couldn't understand what the 'bard' in his imagination was. What kind of virtue? It is hard to imagine that such childish words like "My father was a great hero a long time ago, and he slayed tens of thousands of evil dragons" would be uttered by an adult.

There are not tens of thousands of evil dragons. It is impossible for the dragon clan in the whole continent to just give birth to children and play with them every day. Even if they can give birth to so many, it is not easy to cultivate them all into evil forces. Fathers who work as farmers or carpenters and like to brag after drinking may not necessarily kill tens of thousands of insects in their lifetime...

The bard doesn't know so many ancient and mysterious ruins, otherwise he would be wandering around the world. Staying at home and drawing treasure maps every now and then would be enough to make him 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 considered a top-notch one...

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 inciting power of his words are simply amazing!

His previous words even made Beo feel like, 'Holy shit, I really am such a great person! ? ’ idea…

His words seem to have magic power, full of emotions that can involve others~

His expression is sincere and not exaggerated at all, just like an old friend talking about his ideals to you, making people want to believe and agree with him from the bottom of his heart, even if he thinks it's a fantasy.

His voice is gentle and elegant, but full of emotion and passion, which can directly touch people's hearts like spiritual magic.

He is a born bard!

Of course, the premise is that you won’t be sold by others or starve to death on the road...

Beo, who originally wanted to swindle a little more reward money, hesitated, just like a singer who was about to teach a bastard who smashed the windows of his house but found that the other person had a heavenly voice, he raised his hand high. The piano just can’t be smashed!

"Hey~" After some ideological struggle, Beo finally sighed and shook his head at Mo Tan with a wry smile: "Little brother, if I guess correctly, your family background 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."

[Are your parents still missing 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's face instantly glowed. He took out the small harp he had bought from a grocery store in Pato City and said with a smile: "I've even prepared the instrument. What do you think? Which one is more suitable for me, the harp or the harp?"

[I think a set of joint holy church health survey assessments is most suitable for you! 】

Beo rolled his eyes and weakly waved his hand at Mo Tan: "I advise you to give up."

"Why!" Mo Tan's originally pale face suddenly lost some color, and he quickly asked: "Do you think I don't have talent? I can..."

"It has nothing to do with that." Beo touched the already somewhat open collar of his robe and shook his head: "The bard is not as romantic as you think. Although it can indeed be called freedom, it can barely be said to be. It’s unrestrained, but most people don’t live a very good life, like 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 I’ll have a nice meal and two drinks under the hospitality of the owner of this tavern, but I might be hungry tomorrow night. Many times, even if I tell stories for hours, I might not get even half a penny, and a piece is the cheapest. black bread would cost two full 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." Beo interrupted with a smile: "But most people become decent because they are not so generous. Survival and romance have never been synonymous. Maybe I can tell people how grand the celebratory dance was in a certain country hundreds of years ago, but this does not conflict with the fact that I have never had a sip of wine worth more than two silver coins."

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 carefree young man. People are so simple.”

"What about those stories?" The dejected Mo Tan asked with some depression, "Aren't those stories that 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 just now true or false?" Mo Tan asked softly: "Did you hear it? Did you make it up yourself? Or did you witness it with your own eyes?"

Beo hesitated for a moment, 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 generally true, and it happened recently."

"The giant 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, which was once one of the most glorious capitals of the Sun Dynasty. , has the reputation of the eternal city, but now it is no longer the eternal city Underhill, we all call it the ruined city Underhill~"

"Northwest of the mainland?" Mo Tan scratched his hair: "Did you travel 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, I have mostly been wandering around the Northeast Continent."

"Then how did you..."

"Do you think telling stories about the Northeast Continent will be very popular in the Northeast?" Beo shook his head: "As long as everyone has heard more or less, the story will be much less attractive, so... you Understand~"

Mo Tan spread his hands: "I don't understand."

"The farther away you go, the more local market the stories will be, 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? ?”

Based on the expression on Beo's face, Mo Tan nodded and replied happily: "Of course!"

Although he has 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 surprise, and then suddenly stretched out an index finger and shook it: "But Wanderer's House can actually be It’s called the Bard’s Guild.”

Mo Tan said very cooperatively, "Huh?" ’ made a sound.

"It's not a big secret." Beo said with a smile: "But it was actually just a gathering place for bards at first, but hundreds of years ago it gradually began to resemble a neutral organization. Although it didn't have a sign, But even the more experienced bards know it."

"I see." Mo Tan asked, "Then what does it do?"

"It's just for exchanging stories!" Beo shrugged: "Each hostel is connected to each other. Poets collect local or nearby stories or anecdotes, and then go to the Wanderer's House to exchange stories from other places or change some Change~The one I just talked about was exchanged for a Paladin story from Pato City not far away~"

At this point, the mustache suddenly smiled and said: "I haven't asked much about more, anyway, that's about 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 deceive the other person as much as possible, and then make more money from this rich kid who didn't know much about the world. travel expenses, but he did not do so 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 I had had the same dream as him.

Simply tell stories in the alleys of villages, towns and cities, and enjoy the exclamations and admiration of others...

Humming poetry in the fields and paths, and being intoxicated with yourself...

Unrestrained, 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 always Or is there more or less copper in the hat at the end~

After all, people who are starved 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.

It's just that 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, uninhibited, and unpredictable—— joy.

Beo's consciousness became a little blurry...

…

A few minutes later

Mo Tan hummed the tune of the hero song and walked on the path. His originally unhappy mood gradually improved. He had learned enough information from Beo, and he was also convinced that he had really discovered a pair of eyes. A pair of omnipresent eyes~

"Wanderer's Inn, ha..." Mo Tan ended the song of heroes with a loud whistle, and laughed happily: "Neutral organization? Minstrel's guild? Don't be kidding, its founder's eyes are not To be so short-sighted and just to exchange stories? Only an idiot would think that! Haha, hahahahahaha~~"

Under the silent night, a burst of unbridled laughter suddenly sounded...

"This is the largest intelligence organization with eyes all over the world!!"

…

When Beo came back from his trance, the young man who spent a lot of money before was gone. He was a little confused and even felt that he had just had a strange dream~

It wasn't until he discovered a line of small words at his feet and a heavy bag of gold coins that he finally came to his senses.

Then the purse, which must contain at least a hundred gold coins, confused him again...

The writing on the ground is very beautiful, it looks like it was 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. Although it is unpleasant and laughable, 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: End