Iron Powder and Spellcaster

In the town of Oak in Warne County, the lumber merchant Mikhail is well-known for his homemade cooking and bragging.

However, in front of the blond mercenary's piano player companion, the round-faced fat man was made to look as shy as a girl who was traveling away from home for the first time.

People who are drinking happily. The piano player played a brisk slide, dancing towards the blond mercenary's tablemates, while playing and singing forgetfully:

Can you also give it to visitors from the end of the world?

The author of heroic epics,

The favorite color of the Muses,

The most beautiful long song between mountains and sea,

Your poor old friends,

A drink?

Because his throat has already dried up.

When the melody reached the end and the words were sung, the piano player ended the performance with a very difficult jump followed by a squat, and maintained the twisted posture at the end of the dance, waiting for applause from the audience.

Gilad, Madiya, his son, and Mikhail looked at each other, at a loss.

Seeing that several audience members forgot to applaud, the piano player played the ending again, urging everyone with a slightly reproachful look.

Siegfried covered his face and turned his head to the other side, not wanting to take another look at his companion. His originally handsome facial features were twitching and deformed due to pain.

These people you are talking about... Little Ma Jiya stretched his neck and looked around. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked the piano player carefully: Where are they?

Right in front of you. The violinist replied proudly: It's all me.

After that, the piano player returned to his normal standing posture from the difficult dance ending movements.

He held the table, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and reached out to his companion's wine glass very naturally.

Siegfried mercilessly knocked off his friend's clutches: This old gentleman only said he would treat me to a drink, but he never said he would treat you.

When the lute player heard this, he immediately looked at old Dussac, who was sitting opposite his friend, with pleading eyes, picked up the lute, and started singing again.

Don't don't stop ... Gillard hurriedly stopped the piano -Mr. Michell was old and he was old and couldn't see too miserable:

Even if a Tusaman doesn't drink himself, he can't let his guests leave the table sober. I'm here to treat you tonight. You can drink as much as you want.

What a generous man, how can I repay him? The piano player's eyes were a little moist, holding the piano in his chest: It's not as good as me...

Just drink with me. Gilad held down the piano player and said, Take a rest, young man.

Okay! the violinist laughed.

Without saying a word, he directly put the lute into the hands of his companions, turned around, and disappeared among the noisy drinkers.

Before anyone else could react, the violinist had already returned to the crowd holding a stool, holding an extra-large wine glass he got from somewhere in his mouth.

He placed the stool between his companion and the enemy who was inviting him, sat down on it, quickly wiped the wine glass with his clothes, and then solemnly placed the wine glass in front of his companion with both hands, looking at the latter eagerly.

Siegfried sighed, and after asking Old Dussac with his eyes and getting permission, he picked up the wine bottle and poured wine for his friend.

What did the shop owner say about the performance in exchange for room and board? Siegfried asked casually.

What else can I say? I regretted it. The violinist shrugged and pointed at the drinkers around him: Look, the guests were obviously very satisfied with what they heard, but he insisted that he wasn't applauded enough - he didn't admit it!

Siegfried glanced at his friend: It's understandable.

But, the back door is blocked, you can still go through the front door. The piano player said in a good way: As long as you are willing to make a small sacrifice, the landlady will lend us the best guest room upstairs. The guest room with a big bathtub, Food is also provided...

Don't even think about it. Siegfried refused: You have to sacrifice yourself.

I would like to devote myself. The violinist took off his hat, smoothed his sparse hair, and said with a smile, But people look down on me.

That's enough. Siegfried stopped pouring the wine and said coldly: Let's stop it.

Okay, okay, let's not talk about it. The violinist coaxed Siegfried to continue pouring himself wine, with a sad look on his face: Then we will have to sleep in the stable tonight.

Hearing this, everyone else at the wine table couldn't help laughing.

With a thought in his mind, Gilad asked the blond man tentatively: Young man, I know a place that needs a good hand like you. I don't know what you want.

The blond mercenary who called himself Siegfried paused while pouring the wine, but quickly returned to normal.

I'm sorry. The blond mercenary replied without raising his head: I have no intention of joining another war now.

Gilad was not disappointed, but very pleased. He smiled and asked: So you have someone to worry about?

Siegfried did not answer.

No, the more I think about it, the angrier it becomes. We can't sleep in this stable in vain. The fiddler broke into the conversation and resolved the awkwardness.

He encouraged his companions with a bad smile: Let me tell you, the shop owner is jealous of you, so he went back on his word and even withheld the money for tonight's performance. Why don't you go and beat him up, and we'll run away after that? , Quan should just collect the money for tonight’s performance. What do you think?”

Forget it. Siegfried handed the full wine glass to his friend and said calmly: Don't cause any more trouble.

Listen, everyone. The violinist took the wine glass as if he was holding a rare treasure, put his mouth to the rim of the glass before the wine spilled, and took a sip.

Then, he looked at the other people at the same table, pointed at his companions with his thumb, and teased: If he had done this earlier, the two of us would not have ended up as street performers.

Gilad, Mikhail and little Majia all laughed kindly - although the pianist wearing a flamboyant hat was a bit strange, he had a kind of magic that made it difficult to dislike him.

Siegfried on the side was angry and wanted to laugh: What? The person who caused trouble and trouble along the way was me?

Oh? Otherwise, let everyone judge here. The piano player deliberately made a serious face and counted on his fingers: Who was deceived into taking away all the valuables before leaving Wane? Who was in Hongchuan? You want to uphold justice, but end up losing all your money? And who exposed his accent in the King's Castle, causing us to have to flee overnight and even sell our horses...

Siegfried was defeated.

Little Majia at the other end of the wine table was stunned, and even old Majia and Gilad looked surprised.

Vane? Did you come to the new land from so far away? Little Majiya was stunned: 'Visitor from the end of the world' is actually true?

Which sentence is false? Ma Wei seemed to be greatly humiliated. He put down his wine glass, picked up the lute, and started playing again: Young friends, you can ignore the singing voice of the lark, but you shouldn't. The eyes of a suspicious lark.”

I believe you are a bitch. Siegfried couldn't bear it anymore. He took the lute from his friend's hand and put it at his feet: Stop singing.

Wane is very far away. Girard asked suspiciously: What did you two come to do when you came all the way to cultivate new land?

Escape. Siegfried replied without thinking.

Collect materials. The violinist replied without thinking.

The two people who almost answered in unison glared at each other.

After a moment of stalemate, Siegfried reluctantly changed his words: Get materials.

At the same time, the violinist smiled and repeated: Get materials.

On the way from Wane to the new land. Gilad laughed dumbly: Haven't you ever made a 'confession'?

Because there's no need for it, the violinist replied proudly.

Siegfried was not as indifferent as his friend. Although it was just a chance encounter, the veteran Dussac in front of him made him feel quite friendly during their short time together.

So Siegfried rarely explained a few more words.

I know 'escape' and 'retrieval' sound ridiculous, but whether you want to believe it or not, my friends and I did not lie. Siegfried looked at old Dusak and said sincerely:

We came to the new land by chance and by mistake. For some reasons, we can't explain everything clearly to others. But I can assure you that we are just a few people living in the new land. I am an unlucky traveler without any malicious intent or intention. I hope you can understand me.

To Siegfried's surprise, old Dussac neither became angry nor became more suspicious.

The latter just nodded and said: I believe you. I will not inquire about your private affairs again.

Siegfried nodded gratefully.

Old sir, you are too trusting. The violinist laughed suddenly, moved the stool next to old Dussac, crossed his arms, pretended to look at his companion, and analyzed seriously:

This guy seems to have said a lot, but in fact he hasn't said anything at all! Look at his appearance, conversation, and body. He doesn't look like an ordinary person. If I were you, I would put him in a dungeon. He must be hung up and interrogated severely for three days and three nights. If he is found guilty, he will be sent to the gallows; if he is not found guilty, he will be kept as his son-in-law. Nothing could be better!

That's enough, Ma Wei. The blond mercenary frowned and called his friend by his first name. It seemed that he was really a little angry.

Oh, don't be nervous. Although the piano player didn't say anything, he moved the stool back to its original position honestly and said with a smile: I don't know why, this old gentleman is very fond of you. Trust. Even if I exterminate my relatives and expose you, he won’t pay attention to it—that’s why I’m curious!”

The violinist made an invitation gesture towards the three people on the other side of the wine table and asked, Aren't you curious?

As soon as this statement came out, Madiya and his son and the timber merchant Mikhail also set their sights on old Dusak.

Gilad, who became the focus of the wine table, did not do anything special.

He looked at the young man in front of him and said bluntly: Because you are too proud.

The blond mercenary raised his eyebrows, and Ma Wei, who was watching the excitement from the side, also looked puzzled.

Gilad reminded him earnestly: Perhaps you yourself are not aware of how proud you are. You are so proud that you don't even bother to tell even a trivial lie. Several times, as long as you use a simple lie, You could put me off, but you chose to answer with the truth that would get you into trouble.

So I don't think you are lying to me. Since you said that you came to the new land by mistake, then I am willing to believe that you appeared here by chance.

After hearing what Old Dussac said, Siegfried had mixed emotions. He didn't know whether to laugh at himself or thank Old Dussac for his consideration.

The piano player sitting next to him, on the other hand, reacted more intensely than his companions.

Hearing Old Dussac's incisive comment, the piano player was stunned for a moment, and then he hurriedly took out a small notebook and half a quill from his pants.

There was no ink, so the fiddler dipped in the wine syrup in the cup and quickly wrote down what Old Dussac said.

The aloof hero doesn't even bother to tell the smallest lie. However, at the end of the story, will he also be destroyed because of this? The piano player muttered words while writing quickly: It has such a classical charm!

Gilad looked at the blond young man carefully and seemed to remember something.

He unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and sighed: The last time I saw such a 'proud' person was two years ago, and now that person is...

Just in the middle of his words, old Dusak suddenly stopped. He rubbed his chin and said no more.

The violinist refused to give up and asked impatiently: What has happened to that man now?

Nothing. Gilad smiled and raised his glass to the blond young man: Respect the proud people - a monk once told me that arrogant people have the courage to make progress, while proud people do not do anything.

'Arrogant people have the courage to make progress, while proud people do nothing'? What a brilliant statement! The violinist hugged old Dussac's arm and asked expectantly: The monk who said this is now in where?

Girard was a little surprised by the violinist's reckless behavior. He pulled his arm out of the opponent's hand and sighed: You can't see him.

You just need to tell me where he is? The violinist swore: I will visit him thousands of miles away.

Brother Rhett has been called by the Lord. Gilad pointed to the top of his head: Go up there to keep that person company.

The piano player was extremely disappointed and suddenly lost his energy. He took a big sip from his extra-large wine glass and said, That's the only place I can't go to.

But soon, something else caught the violinist's attention.

Young sir. The piano player called to little Ma Jiya across the wine table: You were the one who ordered the music just now, right?

Little Ma Jiya had just made the piano player unable to come to the stage, and now she was sitting at the same table with the piano player, feeling quite apologetic: It's me.

The piano player did not feel embarrassed, but asked curiously: What is Battle of Styx? What is Battle of Blood and Mud? What is Escape from the Tiger's Mouth? Is it a libretto? Why have I never heard it? ?”

It's not a songbook, it's... Xiao Ma Jiya immediately became excited when someone asked about what he liked. However, he stumbled for a while and couldn't tell what the theme should be called - he had never known it either. Think about this question: Yes...yes...

It was originally a battle report issued by His Excellency Montagne. Old Mathias answered for his son. He simply explained: It was adapted into a libretto by some singing poets.

This! Xiao Majiya directly gave the single-printed volume of Escape from the Tiger's Mouth to the piano player, and enthusiastically recommended: Although Escape from the Tiger's Mouth is not a battle report, but a record of Senator Kay Morland It’s a story about escaping from the castles of the kings, but it’s also very interesting!”

Thank you! The violinist took the booklet and started reading in the noisy hall with the last half of the setting sun filtering through the window and the dim lights of the tavern.

Xiao Ma Jiya, who originally wanted to say something more, fell into embarrassment.

Hi! Mikhail, the timber merchant who had never had a chance to speak, waved his hand disdainfully: What's so interesting about that thing? It was all made up by Blood Wolf.

The chubby lumber merchant looked drunk and said carelessly:

Escape from the tiger's mouth? Who is the tiger? Guanting! Who is the person who escaped? Kai Morland!

So the officials in the Kings' Castle are the bad guys? That Kai... Kai Moran is the good guy?

To put it bluntly, isn't this all Blood Wolf wants everyone to believe? Then he can instruct us to do it with the officials of the King's Castle!

Mikhail smelled of alcohol and hugged the little Ma Jia next to him. As if he was imparting some great life experience, he spoke in a very serious tone - but his words were not clear: I told you You, in fact, they are all the same thing!

Matthias Raul wanted to push the timber merchant away in disgust: Montagne, your Excellency, is different from the traitors from the Castle of the Kings.

But the more little Ma Ziya didn't want to hear it, the more energetic Mikhail became. He waved his arms and shouted:

What the hell is the difference? They're both the same pair of pants, but the crotch opens toward the back!

“This wolf, that wolf, this fort, that fort, this legion, that legion, they are all nothing to us.

In the past, it was the New Reclamation Corps that rode on our heads and shit! Now it's the Blood Wolf leading those Tiefeng County people who ride on our heads and shit!

Anyway - we - are - the ones being ridden below!

Those bastards from Tiefeng County were the ones who were ridden below before - too!

It's just that - now - it's their turn to ride up!

Stop talking. Old Madiya grabbed the lumber dealer with his iron-like hands: Mr. Mikhail.

Okay, okay. Mikhail looked like a child who had made a mistake. He hunched his shoulders, bent his waist, and his eyes were blurred. He nodded to old Ma Jiya in a flattering manner and repeated: I won't say it anymore. I won't say it anymore.

Old Matiya sighed and pushed Mikhail back into his seat.

However, the next second, the unfinished lumber merchant caused trouble again.

That's right! Brother! The half-drunk, half-awakened fat man with a round face laughed and greeted the people at the opposite table: You are a 'free man' and we are also 'free men'. We are the 'free men' of Wargne County. , still don’t know which county you are a ‘free man’?”

On the other side of the wine table, Gilad Mitchell put down his wine glass.

Me? Old Dusak smiled and bared his two fangs: I am the bastard from Tiefeng County.

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