The noisy tavern gradually became quiet. Many bearded mercenaries and some civilians who liked to drink all turned their eyes on Grant. Their drunken eyes saw Grant preparing to speak, and they couldn't help but sober up a little. They were worried about Grant.

The young boy in front of me is very curious and fond of him.

As early as five years ago, Grant had won everyone's love by telling stories in this tavern, and everyone had a faint respect for Grant.

In the world of glory, knowledge is often respected. Because every person with profound knowledge is likely to be the descendant of a down-and-out mage or noble. This kind of glory has a history worth showing off, making every mercenary envious

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"Today I will tell a story about Dragonlance. No one has heard of this story. Let me tell you part of it today." Grant smiled and looked very excited. After all, he was promoted to a level yesterday. In terms of strength, he

Compared with the weaker second-level mercenaries around here, he finally has some ability to protect himself.

"Tell me, we are all waiting. I hope this story will be as exciting as the last time."

"Yes, we all felt that the last war was really exciting and much better than our mission."

The surrounding mercenaries roared wildly, with veins on their faces bulging, and a trace of blood roaring in their eyes. They were all very excited, because no one had heard such a wonderful story.

After Grant signaled not to speak, he began to tell the stories in front of him. Thanks to his previous experience as an online writer, and also relying on games to support himself, he knew a lot about the stories, but thinking that this place was a setting similar to that of Western Fantasy, he could only

Find it from the Western Fantasy Stories category.

"Today I will tell a story about Dragonlance, which mainly takes place in a world called "Klane". In this world, there are three camps, they are "good", "neutral" and "evil"

".They form a stable triangle, controlling the balance between each other."

"In addition to Klein, there will also be dragons, undead and other strange races."

Grant understood that the introduction was almost complete, so he began to tell the story.

Time passed little by little, and the sound of heavy breathing in the air gradually became heavier.

Everyone around was immersed in Grant's story. Even the old tavern owner squinted his eyes slightly, holding a glass of McLancey, listening to Grant's story comfortably. He closed his eyes and felt the war horses fighting in the air.

Voice.

Especially when I told the story of Raistlin, I felt slightly excited.

"Raistlin Magherent, Caramon's twin brother, has been weak since he was a child. Raistlin has always been fascinated by magic. When he passed the test at the Master's Tower in Veleth, he was even more powerful than before.

He became weak. This test turned his skin golden, his pupils into hourglass shapes, his hair all turned white, and he often suffered from violent coughs that made him unsteady on his feet."

"But the important thing is that he passed the test. And in order to compensate for his physical damage, the magician in the Master's Tower also gave him a powerful weapon: the Staff of Mathis, which helped Huma defeat

Left behind by Mazis, a powerful mage of evil power. Raistlin helped others in the War of the Lance and became a black-robed mage..."

Grant told everything he knew vividly.

"What a good story." Everyone around praised in their minds.

As the sad plot of the story sounded, all the mercenaries could not help but feel a little sad.

Or when they were having sex, the mercenaries were very excited, humming and shouting, banging the wine table as if they were suffering from epilepsy, and the mercenaries who had some copper coins in their hands threw them to Grant.

If not, cheer loudly.

For a long time, when talking about the battle of souls, Grant deliberately prolonged his voice, glanced around with his eyes, and slowly smiled: "Today's story has been told. I will tell it tomorrow. If you are interested, come back tomorrow.

Bar."

The mercenaries around them suddenly woke up after listening intoxicatedly. Some of them were still not finished, and they shouted, hoping that Grant would tell the story about Raistlin. After all, if they didn't listen, they would feel itchy in their hearts, and they wanted to hear all the stories in their hearts.

It's just comfortable.

Grant closed his eyes slightly and ignored these things. He didn't have to worry about the mercenaries being violent. After all, the old tavern owner of this shop was a level 3 concealment master. If he didn't have detection skills to detect it clearly, Grant wouldn't be like this.

Free and easy.

But just as he was about to clean up, his mind suddenly moved, and his eyes swept across the corner of the tavern like a sharp sword light. The people around him noticed the eyes and moved their gazes to the corner.

"Meow~~"

A soft cat meowed, and the kitten, which was as black as ink, walked calmly towards the counter with cat steps. With its somewhat strong limbs, it jumped to the counter of the old store owner in the blink of an eye.

"What did I say? It turned out to be the little black cat that just ran in yesterday. It's really strange. It didn't come out again after running in yesterday, but now it's running out."

"I'm telling you, this kitten is very fast."

The surrounding mercenaries spoke one after another. They were deeply impressed by this kitten. After all, they had seen the speed of this kitten. It was much faster than them. They were no match at all.

But it hates humans very much.

"The kitten seems to be quite well behaved today." The old tavern owner wanted to touch the kitten, but amidst everyone's doubtful glances, the little black cat jumped to Grant's feet, leaned over, and meowed.

The voice is soft and soft to the bone, making people unable to help but feel love in their hearts.

Grant instinctively cast his gaze curiously at the little black cat. When the azure blue arc flashed through his eyes, his face changed slightly and quickly returned to calmness. However, he was very excited in his heart. He did not expect that he wanted to find a first-level magic pet.

Run over here yourself.

Raising his head, Grant asked the old tavern owner: "Uncle, can I raise this kitten?" His voice was very calm, and he didn't want the people around him to notice that there was something wrong with the kitten.

The old tavern owner nodded and smiled kindly: "Grant, if you like this kitten, just raise it yourself. We don't have enough bread here to raise a kitten, but I didn't know that you would accept a kitten."

like."

The people around were also surprised. They had seen from yesterday that this kitten did not like humans, but they did not expect that it would take the initiative to contact Grant. They couldn't help but think, does this cat like to listen to stories? Look.

It seems that people with greater knowledge are more popular.

He couldn't help but look envious. This cat was not very fast, and it was somewhat useful.

"Thank you, uncle." Grant said with a smile. After receiving his wages, he adopted the kitten and walked towards his room.

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ghetto.

After Grant returned to his room with the black cat in his arms, his expression suddenly became ecstatic.

"Haha, I didn't expect that I would be so lucky these two days. I only had the position of two demon pets yesterday. I didn't expect that this demon pet would come on the first day."

"Detection Technique."

Grant quickly opened the data to the black cat.

"Feiwente Dragon Cat: Ancient Black Dragon Bloodline (Thin) Explanation: It has the ability of one-hundred-billionth bloodline. It has a source of magical infection and is sensitive to magical creatures. Its specialty is that its speed is equivalent to the second level."

After confirming that it was the Fevente cat, Grant was very happy. Although he understood that this cat was at the elementary level and could only sense the magic power from the infection source, it was still pretty good.

As for the fact that it says that he has the blood of a black dragon, Grant is not surprised. There are quite a lot of sub-dragon blood descendants of the dragon. In this way, it is passed down from generation to generation. Dragon blood will also appear in ordinary animals, although it is very weak and can be completely ignored.

Like this one in front of me.

After Grant took a deep breath, he prepared to transform the little black cat. He believed that its strength would be stronger and it would definitely be one of his most capable men. It would be a great help for him to leave the entire Wanghuo Town.
Chapter completed!