Andy's sudden arrival surprised the tavern owner. After all, he would never meet another person who could bring him ten times more customers for the price of an ordinary poet.
He grinned widely as he looked at the rapidly growing number of customers. He didn't refuse this young man when he came to the tavern before. He felt that it was the wisest choice he had ever made, although it was mostly for the sake of the Wolf Guard that day.
The boss's joy continued when he saw the fat and thin people walking in.
His heart skipped a beat. He was from the Harriman family.
In the poet's stories, there are always evil villains and nobles bent on harming others.
As a native of Moon Moon City, the worst nobles the boss can think of are probably the Harrimans.
He has never met big people, but domestic servants like Fat and Thin love to come to small shops like theirs. They want a lot of things, but they have to say loudly that the quality is not enough and that the grade is too low.
He often expels and beats other customers in the store, ruining the store's business for the day.
In the end, money spent is deducted for various reasons such as poor service.
If it weren't for the support of northern laws, the boss even doubted that they would take advantage of this to withhold money.
He glanced worriedly at the young man who had just finished speaking an article and was talking to a guest. These two people had ruined his business day, and they were going to have a conflict with this one. What would he do?
Andy didn't notice the two people who just walked in, but he knew that someone from the Harriman family would definitely come today.
The purpose of his coming here was to pretend to be flattering and buy himself two more days.
He was currently talking to a heroic woman with a broken arm. She was very beautiful, but unfortunately she had a scar across her eye, which prevented her from opening one eye.
The one hand that put down the wine glass could see the calluses worn out by too much work.
Around her sat three young children, two boys and one girl, wearing coarse clothes but very clean, each holding a wooden cup mixed with a little sugar water.
If you look closely, they are more or less incomplete.
From previous conversations and additions from the three children.
Andy learned that the woman's name was Shirley, and she had been a mercenary. Unfortunately, due to an accident, she became what she is today and can no longer take risks.
After coming back, I bought myself a small house in an alley and started a new life.
Unfortunately, although he is an ascendant, his awakening is more focused on fighting. Because his body is disabled, he can only do physical work.
After adopting three more homeless children, life became increasingly tight.
Andy was a little strange, because except for the first day, if he remembered correctly, every time he told the story, the three children were there, and the woman was sometimes there and sometimes not.
But every time they come, they will order something, sit at the table seriously, and sip bit by bit.
Until he finished telling the story.
But in fact, there was no payment, and there were many adults and children listening from a distance.
It sounds hurtful to say it, but given their conditions, it's really not necessary. Is there something unspeakable about the legs?
Andy thought about it and tried to ask: "If you don't mind, I will ask the boss to prepare a seat for you in the future."
Shirley picked up the wine glass and took a sip seemingly boldly, but Andy knew that she only sipped a little. After all, it was just a glass of wine, and it should have been gone after being picked up more than ten times.
She understood what he meant and said with a smile: "No, we think you spoke very well, although it is very little, but this is what we should pay."
Seeing that Andy was still struggling with what to say, she smiled disapprovingly and said, "Sir, to be honest, you are much better than most people who directly mock us for not making a living and wasting time here."
Being poked at the central issue, Andy looked slightly nervous, but still admitted generously: "I'm sorry."
"No, not at all," she said with a laugh: "We can't change the physical defects, but I can't let their minds be disabled as well. Your story is enlightening them, and we are all very grateful to you. If you can, you can
Can you please teach the children how to write 'Andy'? They like this heroic name, and with him by their side, they have infinite courage."
"My pleasure." Andy finished with a smile.
The voice was suppressed by a rougher voice, "Go away, go away."
Then there was the sound of stools and people falling.
When Andy heard the sound, he looked up and saw a fat man. His evil hand had not yet been retracted, and a arrogant smile was already on his face. He said to the fallen man: "If you don't give way when you see the uncle coming, which family are you from?"
A child with no education at all. Oh, it turned out to be a mute who crawled out of a smelly ditch."
The target of his insults was the little boy sitting on Shirley's right just now.
Andy remembered that he always smiled and would watch him and Shirley talking with smiling eyes after taking a sip of sugar water.
But now the smile on his face is gone, replaced by fear, fear and timidity.
The sugar water that I had been reluctant to drink fell to the ground because I was holding it in my hand just now, and most of it even fell on the clean linen clothes.
From the whispered exchanges around him, Andy knew that the fat man was the Harriman servant he was waiting for.
Shirley's whole body was filled with breath, and she squeezed the wooden cup with one hand.
Before she stood up, Andy reached out and held her down.
He didn't know much about the other members of the Harriman family, but he knew that they bullied the weak and feared the strong. If Shirley really had a conflict with Fatty, no matter what the outcome, she would definitely suffer a big loss.
Shirley only thought it was Andy telling her to calm down, but she knew she was calmer than ever.
She hopes that her three children can grow up like normal people. If she endures this breath today, all her previous efforts will be in vain. The children will no longer believe in heroes and the future, and their hearts will return to the darkness of autism and shrinkage.
place.
The hero, oh, the hero in the story will not come to reality, so she has to be the hero of the children.
She stood up and was pinned down by Andy again. She glanced angrily at the young boy who she found very pleasing to her eyes before, and tried to break away with all her strength.
"Sit down and let me do it. You can't be embarrassed before signing. Otherwise, I've prepared my pen and you don't want it. Wouldn't it be embarrassing?" Andy said with some helplessness.
Before he came here, he had actually thought about holding it back for a while. It wasn't a lot of money anyway, so after enduring it for two days, he could just get it back again.
But if I hold it back now, I will become a turtle again.
Fatty heard their chattering conversation and felt the fluctuations of magic energy in Shirley's body.
He opened his mouth and stared at Andy who was looking over with a smile: "Why, you want to stand up for this mute."
At this time, the thin man behind him came forward and pulled him. He didn't know what he said in his ear, but he pushed him away.
Then he rolled his eyes, raised his head and said, "So you are the one who talks about poetry, whose name is Andy. The young master originally wanted you to die, but seeing that you are still useful, I specially spared your life. You can't do it again in the future."
Say poetry to these ants, and you will have the honor to attend the young master's banquet and serve truly noble people."