As night falls, an inconspicuous tavern in Wangyue City is open as usual.
Before the customer who opened the door came in, the teasing laughter came in: "Business is very slow today. I didn't hear any noise outside. It's really an advantage for me. Give me a drink quickly..."
The moment he walked in, his words suddenly stuck in his throat.
There were people at every position in the tavern, and even in front of the bar, there was a row of guys leaning on the bar, holding wine glasses in one hand but forgetting to drink.
If the boss hadn't made a hissing gesture and called him over, he would have wanted to run away and tell the wolf guards patrolling outside that these people were bewitched.
He walked over and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing?"
The boss, who used to be a bit stingy, even took the initiative to give him a glass of the best wine in the store and pointed to the young man who was telling stories to several children at the table against the wall in the store.
Don't talk, just feel with your heart.
The guest raised his eyebrows, could it be that there was some kind of witchcraft or someone preaching from some sect?
Although the Northern Territory is an old god belief and custom that does not pay attention to worship, churches and the like, the belief is very firm. Among other things, dozens of missionary sects have built branch temples in Langyuan for thousands of years.
, and it hasn’t even expanded to other places.
But when he once again had the idea of going to the wolf guards, he accidentally discovered that on the other side of the bar, four wolf guards were standing upright, holding wine glasses, and they were also quietly listening to the young man's speech.
With the endorsement of someone trustworthy, the guests will inevitably feel a little curious.
What are you talking about that is so attractive?
It turns out to be a story, why is there a powerful transcendent missing?
Huh? This sounds like something a child would listen to.
Is that it? He went to deliver goods to the Harrimans a few days ago, and the minstrel he overheard singing was not ten times better than this.
The guest suddenly realized that he had not drank for a long time, so he drank hard, thinking that he would leave immediately after finishing the glass. A group of people who had never seen the world must have never heard any good stories.
After an unknown amount of time, he felt someone pushing him. He turned around and saw that it was a friend he used to drink with. He was holding a wine glass, looking at a room full of silent people, and asked with confusion on his face: "What are you doing?"
Well, everyone is smiling more happily than seeing a bitch naked."
The guest whispered angrily: "Shut up and listen carefully."
He hurriedly pricked up his ears and waited until he heard the young man's next sentence before he hurriedly turned back and whispered: "Don't say bad words."
My friends are full of questions. Have you talked less in the past?
He would like to hear what is more attractive than a woman's butt.
The people listening to the story were entranced, and the storyteller was not bad either. If Andy hadn't woken up by peeing, he could have continued telling the story.
To say that reading novels is a hobby, I just read them when I have free time, and forget most of the plot after reading them. Then reading stories and classics is my profession. His little sister pesters him to tell stories for at least an hour every day before going to bed.
It can be said that apart from work, his greatest leisure is reading books and stocking up on stories to tell his sister.
To be honest, before Andy told the story, his only thought was to tell it to a few children, but when he came back to his senses, he realized that in addition to children, there were also adults listening to the story, and they even listened more seriously than the children.
Because the children are already asleep.
The silence before the tavern was as if a monster that followed the sound and killed people was nearby, and everyone was trying to restrain themselves.
The tranquility now is the tranquility that comes from the soul as people are immersed in the atmosphere of the story.
Shirley's single eye was no longer as awkward as before. After Andy stopped for a while, she finally woke up.
Looking at the busy young man holding three sleeping children, he chuckled.
Andy was a little embarrassed. He was so absorbed in the story that he didn't notice when the three little guys fell asleep. He didn't even notice how he managed to hold three kids in his arms without affecting the storytelling.
Shirley came over and woke them up, holding the three sleepy children. She suddenly bowed and said: "Thank you for helping us today, and thank you for your story. It is the best story I have ever heard."
As if a button was pressed, as Shirley finished speaking, one person bent down, two people bent down, ten people bent down, and within three breaths, everyone actually bent down.
Some people put their hands on their chests, doing family rituals, some people are holding hats in their hands, and some people stretch their hands back, which is quite funny.
What Andy wanted to say was blocked by this scene. He looked at this scene in shock. There were a hundred thousand question marks in his mind, and thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind. He finally said loudly: "Please give in, I need to pee."
Andy ran away and never returned to the pub. He felt that he couldn't bear this kind of etiquette.
Wangyue City is a very ancient city, and overall it looks a bit like a large medieval city.
But compared to the Middle Ages in the book where garbage was everywhere, sewage flowed across the street, and the streets smelled like excrement, it was so much better that Andy drove around several corners in the Hayate Zangetsu, but he didn't see anything he could do without quality.
scene of the person.
Finally, with Noah's uncontrollable laughter, he found a sewer and got into it, finally solving the major issue in his life.
Walking down the street again, Andy cautiously started a simulation.
Although with Donald's cowardly temper, it is extremely unlikely that he will send someone directly to attack him before he has figured out the truth, but he is not afraid of anything but ten thousand. If Donald goes to the extreme and suddenly sends a legend to attack him,
It’s not like there isn’t even a place to cry.
Andy was relieved when he saw that he returned to Wolfsburg safely in the simulation.
Noticing that Noah was still smiling, Andy's face froze and he tried to save the embarrassing situation.
Is there a possibility that the fairy man doesn't actually go to the toilet? He was just curious about his luminous watch and went to the sewer to look at it?
He pretended to be serious and said: "Aya, it's strange. I always tell very ordinary stories. I am neither guided by the power of psychic energy nor tempted by the power of original sin. Why are everyone listening so much?
What’s more, they bowed at the end, which made me feel numb inside.”
Although the girl was laughing, her tone was extremely serious. She even stopped and followed their example, holding the black book and bowing gracefully.
"Because we are all grateful for your...perfect story."
Andy was speechless and at a loss for a moment, and finally muttered: "That's not the case, just say it didn't appear on the paper. Isn't it possible that when people tell the stories they hear, they also sing poems? It's the same as when I tell stories, and it's not
Something truly novel.”
"The important thing is not the singing or the perfection, but the happy ending of the poor boy getting the treasure, defeating the dragon, killing the witch, rescuing the princess, punishing the queen, becoming the king, and living a happy life with the princess."
"There may be tens of thousands of long poems with the same core story, but none of them have the same ending as you told."
Andy frowned, "I don't quite understand. Is it possible? It just happens that some of the things you read, Aya, are like that."
Noah shook his head, "You can just ask people on the street about the ending of the poor boy who saved the princess, and see what kind of answer they will give you."