The Golden Age: Colotia I

Olivier cautiously looked for the traces of those who followed them.

After great efforts, he finally found a clue.That was one of their camps, and it was hidden in a place in the ancient Lollini Mountains, very secretive.

When he was inquiring around, he knew that those people had driven a big car past. No one said that they had seen a man and a woman with black hair and green hair, but the owner of the hotel said that every time those people ate Sometimes, I will ask for more to take upstairs.

They didn't kill Yulia and Mulla, which means they are still alive.

Olivier's heart settled down for a moment, but he immediately thought that they wanted to take advantage of Mulla and Julia's influence on himself and Kolos.

Knowing this... Olivier's thinking eyes were slightly cold, it must be someone connected with them.He trusts his friends, so this shows... There are traitors around them.

Can Kolos handle this?The answer is undoubtedly yes, his little girl is no problem.

It's up to you now.

He bought a new piano, and wandered around the small village near the Guronilian Mountains, singing moving poems.Gradually, the reputation of the troubadour spread.

Just in case, he changed his hair color to brown, cut his hair short, changed his eyes to dark black, and put on a cloak that covered most of his face—now no one can Associated him with the face in the portrait.Those rebels couldn't bear the hard life, and they would come out of the mountains to plunder wealth and beauties in a short time. They also needed to play, play, sing and sing, and Olivier just wanted to take a risk.

If he succeeds, he can save Mulla and Yulia; if he fails, he may die here.

"Are you that bard?" A soldier asked carelessly, holding two girls who had just been snatched away. The two girls looked terrified, but they didn't dare to cry. The one who cried just now has been captured. The soldier was killed on the spot, and blood spattered Olivier all over.

"Yes, sir." Olivier stood up holding the piano and bowed his head.

"You play pretty well... How about playing a couple of songs with me at our general's place?" Although it was in a discussing tone, there was no shortage of threats in the words.

"This..." Olivier deliberately expressed hesitation.

"Don't be shameless!" The soldier became irritable, pinched his chin, and raised his face, "Yo! You're pretty good-looking!"

Olivier tilted his head slightly, and said calmly: "Since you are doing me a favor, how can I go against the wishes of the officer?"

"You can talk! Good!" The soldier was elated, feeling that he had made a great contribution, "then come with me!"

"Is this the bard who became famous recently?" The officer in front of him asked at the banquet, "Can you sing us a good one?"

"Follow your orders."

Olivier plucked the strings a few times and sang:

"Sing, goddess—

Fair Antlelomita, call of the gods, gift of abundance,

Whoever obeys the will of heaven, the gods will hear his prayers,

Tell her, who is her destined husband?

……

Dear, people enjoy the sweetness of love,

Let the painful things pass,

We must control the mind.

Valiant warriors put on their armor,

Beautiful Antel Romita weeps.

no, don't cry,

Destiny has come, I can't sit still and die in the dark,

I also want to kill a big one, leaving a famous name for future generations.

......"

"Okay!" The officer applauded and laughed, "Poet, your singing voice is really beautiful. May I ask you to stay in my barracks for a while?"

Olivier smiled inwardly, but still had an indifferent expression on his face: "I don't think I have the right to refuse."

"Very good, very good!" The officer smiled, and the fat on his stomach was shaking, "You have a reputation for knowing yourself, and I like people like you."

"Come here, send the poet to rest."

Olivier saluted, then followed the soldier out.

The soldier took him to a tent: "Don't walk around here if you have nothing to do!"

"Yes, sir."

He respectfully and politely watched the soldiers leave, and then looked around the base calmly.

Just as he was about to get into the tent, he accidentally saw a figure walking towards the officer's tent.

"It's him?!" Olivier was stunned, although he didn't see clearly, but... that should be him, so that's why... He nodded and walked into his tent.

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