Sure enough, as Gama guessed, the holy ashes at the entrance of the town hall were removed and replaced by several side-by-side flags - Kingston, Clive, Royal Family...
Of course there are other nobles as well.
This is a sign that the town hall will be full of big shots tonight.
It takes a certain amount of financial resources to squeeze into the minstrel convention.
So there were a few more rows of magic motorcycles at the door. In addition to the nobles, those present also included important officials from major chambers of commerce.
They entered the building with their bodyguards and were warmly entertained by the dancers.
It was in this lively atmosphere that Gama came to the door of the town hall.
The guard at the door saw a guy with ragged clothes and naturally became vigilant.
But Gamma bypassed the guard and came to an inconspicuous corner.
There is a small ear embedded in the corner, which is easily overlooked.
It has obviously been transformed by some kind of space magic.
"We can also make it up." Gama was very sure.
"This is~" the big ugly twirled his red nose, "those guests here, who knows that you are the survivors of this war?"
"Yes." Gama nodded.
"Your face... was swollen? It must be difficult, right?" Da Chou noticed Gama's swollen cheeks, "Returning to the empire alive is not enough to prove your weakness~"
"But these are all made up. They are all fake. If they are fake, they will become epic." Gama shook his head.
"He can't go back. He, and the poets who are hiding in the empire and making up stories, have no chance." Gama looked at the dazzling performance of the big ugly, grabbed my arm, and stopped me.
"You mean something difficult to understand happened during the war?"
"It's pretty bad."
We all socialize with each other, identify each other's worth in our speech and behavior, and once we get to know each other, it will be easier for us to avoid the beginning of a bad relationship when the poet wins.
"There is no lie in poetry. That is important. What is important is whose words and performances can move more deeply into the hearts of the audience and meet our expectations." It was difficult for Gama to explain the logic of the bards to Li Yue.
Da Chou is really a bard.
"It's still all wrong~" The big ugly suddenly pulled his head away, and then pulled it back to face Gamma, "The stories you made up echo each other. He knows how to make up a few details, compare them with each other, and get more success.
It’s taken as real~”
After passing this door, Gama changed into a gorgeous performance outfit as he walked into the lobby - poets' magic pays great attention to form, and of course they would not be unkempt at such a grand party.
"Oh...the people who came here are all little people..." Li Yue thought that Gama had also taken into account the needs of the audience, so it seemed that the chance of winning was indeed lost.
"They are cheating..." Gama's hand held the harmonica.
"DiLiDiLi~DiLiDiLiDiLiDiMon~" Gama sang the bard's exclusive melody.
Li Yue's clairvoyant eyes saw the structure of the small hall and found that there were eight floors outside, and the space on each floor exceeded the other seven towns, and far exceeded the limit of what the building could accommodate.
"It's all wrong~" Da Chou's body suddenly reversed, stepped in mid-air, stood upside down and said to Gama, "Aren't there a lot of falsehoods in his poetry? Everyone knows it~
"
"Only you have seen this card."
"Is he wrong? You are all very bad storytellers. You have prepared very beautiful stories!" The big ugly chuckled.
"You are very weak." Gamma replied in a sullen voice.
"His story versus your story~ It's a fair fight~" Big Chou stood on his head, cheek to cheek with Gama.
The cochlea in the ear moved, and then a door opened.
"There are not many people who dare to participate, whether they haven't seen us before, maybe because they died on the road, or because they haven't completed their works." Gama laughed loudly, "Even if they have witnessed the truth, the angle of creation is still different.
Very important."
"They will lose." Gama didn't want to continue to quarrel with Da Chou.
There is no smug poet in the hall, nor are there any guests who are looking forward to it.
"Outside the bard, is he really the only one who escaped?" Li Yue asked again.
Da Chou's waist was covered with all kinds of trumpets. Lu Hui was one of the people who determined whether I was also a bard.
Of course, this was done with Jesse's permission, and he was happy to let the poet and the guests separate first.
"It doesn't mean that... as long as these poets who also survived the war participate, and everyone present is a liar, he will definitely win?" Li Yue subconsciously searched outside the small hall on the first floor to see if there was anything there.
Human opening.
"This is aromatherapy, isn't it a little insightful?" Gama breathed in hard, and finally didn't feel like he was back in the world again.
Gama had only taken two steps when he met an acquaintance.
"That was made up." Gama still had no confidence in his work.
"Ouch, bad confidence! You doubt he can win! Hahaha! Because he is the only poet who came back alive from 'this war'!" The big clown spun back and forth around Gamma.
"Hey, he really came back alive from here?" A performer in exaggerated clothes and ugly makeup ran over and greeted Gama from a distance.
"Card?" Li Yue understood what Gama was talking about.
A soothing melody was playing in the hall, waiting for the poet and guests to arrive one after another to end the grand event.
"Even if we come, you will still be afraid, because you are closest to the battlefield..."
"At the end of the session, he must remove his eyes..." Gama muttered, "but they will affect your poetry and your performance."
"As long as there is no story, there is no need to be heard!" Da Chou twisted his body and instantly escaped from Gamma's control, sliding away and running away.
"It seems that his epic will definitely defeat lies?" Li Yue sighed outside Gama's head.
"Yes, yes, let's take a look." Li Yue was like the driver of Gamma, driving me to look around.
Afraid that there was no mechanism outside the town hall, Li Yue did not show up, but squeezed his eyes on Gama's cheekbones, and forced Gama's face into a trapezoid, like a squirrel stuffed with pine cones.
.
That was a venue specially built for the minstrel club.
"Of course." Gama was not enthusiastic about Da Chou.
"That depends on the identity and taste of the audience tonight." Gama said seriously, "We came there just to listen to the big ugly jokes, but we really want to know how this war was started."
"But do you think this big ugly statue is good at performing?" Li Yue was sure what kind of performance it was.
Since escaping from the Xiedai River, Gama has not lived a wandering life. He has encountered thieves, weak thieves, and Li Yue. He has been hiding in the Seventh Town of Rijin for so long, and now it is finally time to show his face.
This is the magic performed by the bards here, and a separate entrance has been opened.
It seems that the appearance of the bard is quite random.
"Because a very important part of the key was lost in this war." Gama was stingy in telling Li Yue that, because I knew that the less Li Yue heard, the more curious he would be about his epic.
"You have experienced this war." Gama tried to calm down, "You have come back from this hell in person. Only those who have never seen hell are not qualified to describe hell..."
"We have been plotted?" Yingying noticed that the moment he passed through the door, in addition to an extra set of gorgeous clothes, there were not many particles attached to Gama's body.