She Is Not a Witch Chapter 107: Poor poet

In the next few days, several people continued to play in this small town, but still nothing was found.

　　 and they also found a local guide.

　　 "I am a poet from a far country. I want to write a story to commemorate this trip. Is there any legend in this small town?"

　　 On a low hillside, Edron said to the guide beside him, while Margaret and Alice sat on the other side, fiddling with the ingredients for the picnic.

　　 are all prepared bread, meat rolls, etc., and two bottles of light beer, and the guard is standing not far behind.

　　 The guide is dressed in a plain gray single coat with the cuffs rolled up, and in his rough palm he holds a wooden staff used to poke weeds away. Although he was dressed in simple clothes and washed white, he was still clean. This is also the reason why several people are willing to hire him.

　　 He thought for a while, and replied: "Master Edward, I can’t think of what you asked. I grew up in this small town, but I don’t seem to have heard of any local legends. The common stories of lovers’ separation and reunion are not uncommon."

　　 "That's it." Edward sighed, seemingly disappointed.

　　"What's new in the town recently? It seems to be very peaceful here."

　　 "What's new, let me think about it. Several chambers of commerce have come to the Oktoberfest these days. It is said that some came from Crancia."

　　 "Oh, keep talking."

　　 "Ah, it's like this..." I also began to describe what I saw at the time, but when a few people heard it, there was nothing worth paying attention to.

　　 "Anything else?" Edward popped a silver coin out of his fingertips and dropped it into the palm of the wizard's hand.

　　 I could see that the noble master was a little tired of caravan news. The guide thought for a while and said something about which family has become rich recently, which family has quarreled, which family’s children are suddenly promising, and so on.

　　 It's a pity that these few people are not interested. Gradually everyone feels that they can't ask anything, so they start a picnic. The guide and the guard on the side also get two breads and stand aside to eat.

　　 "Is it delicious, Alice." Margaret put a snack into the girl's hand and watched her take a small bite.

　　 "It's delicious, thank you sister."

　　 "Actually, you can call your sister-in-law, so that your sister Margaret will be more happy, haha." Edward said jokingly.

　　 "Well, brother, don't tease me." Alice replied, and she was sitting on the white cloth on her knees and eating the bun in her hand.

　　 "My dear, I have always liked Alice, it is so happy to have such a lovely sister." Margaret leaned on Edward's shoulder and said sweet words between the newlyweds.

　　 Several people went back to their hotel in the evening after touring the mountains and fields behind the town.

　　After the three of them entered the house to rest, Hei Niu walked down the stairs. At this moment, he didn't take a sword, and he seemed to get along much better than during the day.

　　 The first floor is where everyone eats and drinks. Since these days are festivals, it is quite lively at night.

　　 "Bartender, do you have a large glass of spirits, give me three glasses." Sitting in front of the bar strode, the black cow began to shout, his voice was so loud that he could almost hear him on the first floor.

　　 "Here, you wait a moment."

　　The bartender replied and settled the accounts of the guests in front of him, and then walked quickly. He took out three large glasses from under the table, then picked them up in turn, put them under the wine barrel on the side, and turned on the tap. The clear liquid flow sounded in the wine glass.

　　The foam spilled out of the full wine glass, wet the tabletop a little, and a burst of wheat aroma drifted away, making the aroma of the wine on the first floor more intense.

　　 gurgle gurgle——

　　 After three cups, the black cow let out a sigh of relief. It was so refreshing to see what it looked like, so that everyone around him was eager to try it, and wanted to have a glass of spirits.

　　"Finally refreshed. Drinking those light things every day doesn't taste at all. Bartender, let's have another big plate of meat. You want meat, but you have enough portion, you know?"

　　 "Know, wait a moment, I'll go to the back kitchen and talk about it, besides..." He compared a well-known gesture.

　　 "Yes." Several tinkling gold and silver coins fell on the old wooden table.

　　 "Good Le."

　　The bartender took a look and quickly walked towards the back kitchen, and many guests on the first floor also turned their eyes, with envy, greed, and jealousy in their eyes.

　　 "You, come here." The black bull pointed at the person next to him casually. This man seemed to be a bard who was telling common vulgar stories before the black cow came. He was still holding a rudimentary lute in his hand, and he made out-of-tune from time to time.

　　 "Sing something nice." The black bull threw a silver coin over.

　　 The poor poet stretched out his hands and hurriedly caught the sudden fall of the windfall. It was a bit unbelievable, but he also reacted quickly.

　　He is sitting in great danger, as if he has turned into a very professional person at this moment.

　　 "What do you want to hear?"

　　 "Hey, do I have to think about it? You can sing it directly, and I will say it if you don't have much energy." The black cow turned around and put his thick hands on the bar, looking at the man and said.

　　 "Good Le." The poor bard plucked the strings and began to sing.

　　 "When I see the violet fragrance disappearing, when I see the beautiful face..." His tone is exaggerated and emotional, like a drake with his head high.

　　 "Change another." A ruthless interruption came from the side, and the black cow tapped his fingers on the table boredly.

　　As if the duck's neck was strangled by a powerful wrist, the bard's voice stopped abruptly.

　　 After a few seconds of silence, he played his other tune again.

　　"In the wilderness under the sky, a young man is riding a white horse galloping like the wind. He is an eagle among ten thousand birds, a lion among ten thousand animals..."

　　 "Change!"

　　Fengyue Legend everyone is tired of hearing it. Who doesn't know the story of Roland, the king of the white horse.

　　"When the four hundred thousand sacred guns stood on the top of the mountain and swooped down, the sound of intensive horseshoes was like..."

　　 "Change!"

The stories in 　　 Candlelight Book are more suitable for telling in church.

　　"The girl with her feet on the silver bell, her voice is like the dew of the morning..."

　　 "Change!"

After 　　 was stopped many times in a row, the poet blushed, and there was a roar of laughter around him, and everyone watched this guy making jokes.

　　 "What style does this adult want to hear?" He looked carefully at the strong guest.

　　 "Don't be tall, I want to be down-to-earth." Hei Niu said.

　　 "Okay, let me think about it."

　　 After pondering for a while, the poet played the piano in his hand again.

　　"Because I was afraid that the widow’s eyes would wet, I got up and came to her side..."

　　 At this time, no one interrupted finally, and the guests in the hotel sounded with relish. The story is not complicated, it is a story about a beautiful widow and a strong hunter ~ IndoMTL.com~ which is also mixed with obscure eroticism, which makes people think about it.

　　 "Okay, this story is good."

　　 "I didn't expect this guy to do this again. Why didn't I see her say it before."

　　 "That's right, that's enough, let's say we have any survivors." The speaker gave a funny smile that everyone knows, and there was a haunting smirk around him.

　　 "I'm not sleepy when I say this, I heard..." A group of people started talking about romantic affairs in the small town.

　　 Most of them are nothing more than XX secretly be together with someone, XX is cuckold again, etc., there is nothing particularly eye-catching, until--

　　 "I haven't seen the pretty girl Jin Na recently, her posture is really attractive."

　　 "Don't think about it, I heard that she has gotten better with Pastor Matthew."

　　 "Pastor Matthew is only in his early 20s. I remember he was an ordinary monk the year before."

　　 "Yes, but passed the sanctuary assessment last year and got the official badge."

　　 "It's very promising, do you want to please me, I think the old priest Reese is about to retire."

　　 "Please, isn't it just a little pastor? We have some in the sanctuary."

　　 "But I haven't seen Pastor Matthew in recent weeks."

　　"Some days are gone, so is Jinna, is it possible..."

　　 "Is it possible to run away, hahahaha."

　　"Hahahaha, how could it be possible? I think I went back to my hometown and got married."

　　 A few people laughed, and the black cow on the side also showed a slight smile while eating the steak on the plate.