61. Chapter 61 The prototype of the legend of the saint
61. Chapter 61 The prototype of the legend of the saint
Author: Gushan fishing snow
Chapter 61 The prototype of the legend of the saint
After Xiao Bai finished his meal, Wang and his team appeared on the second floor of the Three Wild Boars Tavern.
Perhaps because it was better hidden at the entrance to the sewer, the Three Wild Boars Tavern was not attacked by the underground.
When a group of people appeared, they heard noise and music coming from downstairs. It was obvious that the business of the tavern was very hot today.
Elizabeth whispered: "Most of the pubs are in the downtown area and almost all were burned down. This is one of the few remaining pubs."
Wang: "But isn't this a critical time when we are preparing to defend the city? Why are there so many people drinking in broad daylight?"
Elizabeth didn't say anything, and took Wang out of the room, standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor and looking down.
There were all old people and children below. The bard playing and singing in the crowd and Bob behind the bar were the only adult men.
Elizabeth: "Even the middle-aged women have been mobilized to do manual labor. Now the only people who can kill time in the tavern are the elderly and children. By the way, the remaining taverns are food distribution points, so that the middle-aged women can work on the city walls.
Work with peace of mind.”
King: "So that's it. Hey, that bard!"
Elizabeth was startled by him: "What are you doing..."
At this time, all eyes were focused on the second floor, including the eyes of the bard Wang just called.
An uncle stood up tremblingly: "It's Your Highness the Princess! My family, including my family and my children, were all saved by Your Highness! When the war is over, I will definitely find a craftsman to make a statue of Your Highness and place it at home to worship for generations to come!"
Another old woman echoed: "Yes! My little granddaughter depends entirely on His Highness's protection! I have decided to send her to the castle no matter what, and be His Highness's maid for the rest of her life!"
"Your Highness! We will always follow you!"
"You are Langdon's saint!"
"Yes, it's the Saint! I saw it with my own eyes. When the demons were rampant yesterday, His Highness was holding a long sword with wings of light behind him!"
Elizabeth was dumbfounded and muttered in a low voice: "But I am a warlock. I have never learned swordsmanship, I have learned crossbows and bows and arrows."
Because of his height, Flint's line of sight was blocked by the railings and he couldn't see the scene below, but he still said: "It is normal to add fuel to the fire during the communication process."
Misha Sara blinked her eyes and smiled: "It seems that the story of a saint has begun to take shape."
Wang nodded: "Yes, witnessing the formation of a legend is also an excellent experience."
Amidst the praises of the people below, the bard began to play his lute and sang: "Shameless demons emerge from the ground, and the white saint holds her sword high..."
The dwarf muttered: "I don't understand poetry, but this rhyme is too bad, isn't it?"
Wang: "I don't understand poetry either, but rhyming is a technical job, and it's really bad. I think this bard can't answer our questions. His performance ability is obviously not up to standard, and it doesn't look like an experience
Rich Bard."
Just as Elizabeth was about to answer the king's words, the bard spoke up: "Your Highness, everyone says that you own the dragon that saved Langdon City. Is that true?"
The people around them exclaimed: "His Highness actually owns the dragon?"
"Yesterday Long personally saved His Highness, and even knelt down before His Highness in the square! I saw it with my own eyes!"
Wang frowned: "What? I don't have it..."
However, no one listened to him. Some people among the people were already saying: "Your Highness has always cared about animals. Not long ago, she sent someone to ask me where the stray cats I often feed on the streets are!"
"Yes, I've been asked that too! It's not surprising that His Highness is so compassionate and has a dragon!"
Elizabeth was so embarrassed that her hand holding the railing was so embarrassed that she almost dug holes in the wood of the railing.
The cat man teased: "Where's the dragon you own?"
Just as Elizabeth was about to speak, Wang's voice overcame the noise in the audience: "I used my dragon-changing magic to change that."
The noisy people below all stopped and looked at Wang in surprise.
The bard confirmed on behalf of everyone: "You used...magic to change it?"
Wang: "To be precise..."
Elizabeth: "He did it with magic."
At the same time as she said this, the princess's foot stepped on the mage hard where it was blocked by the railing. The mage shut up and let everyone marvel that "it's magic."
The bard asked again: "You must be able to cast spells above the sixth level, right? After all, you can transform into a dragon!"
The king immediately frowned. Transforming into a dragon is at least a seventh-level spell. The bard asked this question, indicating that he did not know. As a bard who has always been well-informed, this is not a good sign.
Of course, it may be that the magic of transforming into a dragon is too rare. But combined with the poor performance of this bard just now...
When the king hesitated, Elizabeth answered for him: "Yes, he is a powerful mage, and he is also the descendant of that one."
She named Wang's teacher.
The crowd downstairs was in an uproar, and some even began to pray to the king.
The bard's reaction was the most exaggerated. His eyes widened and his mouth opened wide: "Is he actually the descendant of that one? Is he still alive?"
Wang: "Of course, and I'm very healthy. When I get to the new dimension, I must go to a place of feasting and entertainment to be happy."
This triggered another discussion.
The bard wanted to ask something else, but Elizabeth pointed at his nose: "Come up, we have some questions to ask you."
**
A few minutes later, the bard looked at the wooden picture frame and shook his head: "No, I don't recognize this architectural style."
Wang: "You must have traveled to many places, haven't you seen them at all?"
"I have indeed traveled to many places. I graduated from the Bard College in Monrovia and have been traveling around. Before I came here, I traveled almost all of Monrovia and I also traveled to Kusaniya.
Most of the electorate..."
Wang shook his head: "You can go, we don't want a novice like you."
After saying that, he snatched away the photo frame and put it back into the dimensional bag. The bard looked at the dimensional bag and swallowed: "I said, you should need a bard, right? I have mastered several kinds that can be used in battle.
I can also use the music that helps me when I’m singing..."
Wang: "No, you can't. The crisis we have to deal with is huge and you are too inexperienced. And you are human."
The bard looked confused: "I can accept the first reason. I have only been traveling for more than a year, and the places I have traveled are all human territories. I have never seen a dwarf city..."
Flint: "Then your life has lost half its meaning."
Bard: "I'm comparing! I've never seen the elves' gorgeous tree city..."
Marika: "There's not much to see in this one."
Bard: "I'm comparing! I haven't seen the halfling farm in Shire, but I am a bard after all. I learned hundreds of legends at the academy in Monrovia. I firmly believe that there are
One day I can be a part of a story. Now that this opportunity is in front of me, I can’t let it go!”
Wang: "But we don't need Brother Chu who just graduated from the academy."
The bard grabbed the king's hand: "No, no, no! I am willing to use everything I have to get this opportunity! If my brothers and teachers know that I have obtained the opportunity to travel with that legendary disciple
Chances are, they will be so envious that their eyes will pop out!"
Wang: "I have no intention of helping you murder your brothers and teachers."
Elizabeth burst into laughter.
Bard: "No, no, no! Let me stay! Even if I become one of your lambs, I will be whipped by you every day!"
The king instantly showed a horrified expression, threw his hand away, and shouted: "Gotrick, please get him out!"
Elizabeth: "Hahahahaha!"
Gotrek grabbed the bard by the scruff of his neck and threw him out the door.
Wang: "I told him to get him out."
Manzi closed the door and turned around: "High?"
The mage waved his hand: "It's okay."
Marika: "If the bard doesn't have the knowledge accumulated during his travels, his only use will be to seduce the waitress in a new tavern. At least he can find out a lot of information in bed."
Flint: "I met a bard who was not too obsessed with this. He was a half-elf, and his journey finally ended because he found true love. What should I do now? Find another bard?"
Marika shook her head: "No, let's wait here. All the bards who heard the rumors will rush here soon. Who doesn't want to join the team that just made a splash in the city defense battle? Especially this team is obviously obvious
He looked like he was about to embark on a legendary adventure."
Elizabeth nodded, then pulled up a chair and sat down: "Then let me sit down and review them. After all, I am the sponsor of this team."
**
"I know the style!" shouted the unattractive bard.
Elizabeth smiled: "No, you don't know. Although I am not very smart, I am very sensitive to lies. Gotrick, send him away."
Gotrek snatched the picture frame and handed it to the king, then took the bard by the back of his neck and left.
Marika: "This bard is a fake. His fingers don't have calluses from playing the lute for many years."
"I bet he's more familiar with the sword than the harp," the dwarf said.
Elizabeth: "What number is this?"
Wang stood next to her, touching his chin with one hand: "The seventh one. I have a hunch that we can't find a suitable bard in this city. I think we should wait until we get the resurrection scroll, and then torture that Erwin
Bar."
Elizabeth: "You have the final say."
Xiaobai was already lying on the table about to fall asleep, but when he heard this, he straightened up and asked, "Are you going back to the castle for dinner?"
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(*) Explain why we need to find a bard here. In fact, anyone who has run a group knows that most players can't find clues. If there is a bard in the team, the DM will say: The bard has anecdotal knowledge.
This is an exclusive judgment for bards. The best thing about this judgment is that the DM decides what information to give. Players can usually pass the most basic anecdotal knowledge test. At this time, the DM can stuff the players with key information.
In other words, everyone knows that DM is letting it go, and they will tacitly pretend not to know.