"Damn nomadic tribes, how do they survive to this day? They can be found everywhere."
"I heard that a 'holy girl' appeared. I don't know what she looks like. She shouldn't be deceiving people."
"They are just some pretentious trash, a bunch of garbage with no territory of their own, how dare they run wild in Xisai?"
"Hey, pity my rotten fruits. I lost at least more than 20 gold coins this time."
Highgarden is such a magical place. No matter how airtight the wall is, some rumors can still come out. Therefore, people also know the whole story, which is almost exactly the same as the truth.
But they didn't know that these things were just news deliberately released by Grand Duke Grylls. He hoped that this could calm the anger of the nobles and appease people's emotions.
The mission to capture the Saint has failed. No matter how angry you are, it will not help. It is better to blame all these things on the nomadic tribes.
Although due to the intentional actions of Archon Chloe, many people pointed the finger at the nomadic tribes, there are still many people who are suspicious.
"You guys stay at home well, I'm going out to find out some news, remember not to step out of the door." Boom huddled the black wooden staff inside his robe and whispered to Rikka.
"Why don't you go ahead, brother, just in case..." Rikka hesitated. She didn't doubt Boom's strength, but it was not convenient for a space magician to cast spells in public.
"It's okay, I just went to check the situation. If something happens, I will run." After saying that, Boom gently opened the courtyard door and then slowly blended into the crowd.
People who had been staying at home for two days filled the streets again. Although most ordinary people knew the whole story, they seemed not to care.
These things are too far away from them, have no direct relationship with life, and will not affect their income. Therefore, the nomadic tribe has become a topic of conversation for everyone. Everyone talks to themselves, and it is difficult to distinguish the truth from the false.
After listening for a while, Boom shook his head with a wry smile. These random chats were of no value, and were even mixed with countless "subjective conjectures."
Finally, Boom came to the Two-Headed Dragon Bar. If there is any place where he can get information, then the bar is definitely the best choice.
Perhaps in order to earn a few more silver coins, or perhaps to cater to everyone's curiosity, the bard's theme tonight is "Nomad Tribe".
The bar was full of people inside and outside, and the boss happily ordered the waiters to move the barrels out, and even discounted the original price by 20%.
Boom was sitting in the corner at this time. Although he was not wearing a child-mother mask on his face, he still habitually pulled up his black robe and subconsciously retracted himself into the shadow.
The noise gradually subsided, and the old half-elf gently stroked the strings. The ancient legend came to the world again, and the truth about the nomadic tribe emerged.
"The nomadic tribes are the descendants of ancient humans. They lived on this continent before the emergence of the royal city and the nine principalities. They are recognized as ancestors."
“The god they believe in is called the ‘Old Dominator’. Although they have never shown any miracles, they are the spiritual sustenance of all nomadic tribes.”
"According to legend, the so-called 'Old Dominators', all the spirits that once controlled the world hundreds of millions of years ago, whether they are plants, trees or beasts, will prostrate themselves on the ground."
"The rulers of the old days were there in the past, the rulers of the old days are here now, and the rulers of the old days will be there forever. They transcend the constraints of time and space and wander among the layers of countless planes."
"Some people say that they are the incarnation of the devil, a being that is superior to angels. But no one has actually seen them, let alone their appearance."
"Perhaps they have no fixed appearance at all, no body, and no breath. How fanatical their beliefs are, how powerful they are."
"The most realistic fantasy is the world in the mirror. Intangible bodies can drive nightmares. Everything the world sees is the embodiment of their thoughts."
"Even all the vegetation and creatures are just playthings they picked up at their fingertips. After spring and summer comes autumn and winter, and after autumn and winter comes the cycle of spring and summer."
"In their eyes, time is just a fleeting epiphyllum, a butterfly falling into a withered leaf. When heaven and earth reunite again, they will come to the world again and close the curtain with their own hands."
There was silence in the Double-Headed Dragon Bar, and even many city guards stopped to listen. This is because bards are the group of people who are most familiar with history besides scholars, although they usually like to exaggerate.
Boom nodded. He had already seen these words in ancient books. Even if there were some discrepancies, he could still confirm the accuracy of the other party.
Ding dong! Ding dong! Dozens of silver coins fell to the ground. The old half-elf bowed and saluted. After taking a sip of wine, he plucked the strings again.
"But for some reason—perhaps periodic slumber, or being imprisoned in the Hall of Valor after being defeated at the hands of the New Gods, the 'Old Dominators' gradually disappeared from this world."
"Since then, many people have believed in new gods, which we now call 'gods'. This belief has been praised from generation to generation, and the 'Old Dominators' have been vilified as heretics."
"However, history is history, no matter whether it is right or wrong, it will always hang on the sky, even if it can only shine out a little star in the end."
"The nomadic tribes as ancestors burned the ancient books with their own hands, and those 'Old Dominators' that had existed for hundreds of millions of years eventually became mere legends."
"As for the so-called 'Saint', it is said that she is the embodiment of the 'Old Ruler' in the human world, and she is the king who can bring order to all nomadic tribes."
"In order to avoid their own complete demise, the nomadic tribes have cut off their connection with fighting spirit and magic power from unknown time. However, they still rely on their tyrannical bodies to survive in every corner of the world."
"But the so-called 'Saint' is different. After inheriting the will of the old god, she can directly reach the level of a high-level magician, and there is a high probability that she will become a peak existence in the future."
"However...the reason why legends are called 'legends' is because they are stories that no one can confirm. If we focus on the real world, it is more like a conspiracy of King Ogu."
The half-elf old man sang the last note, then bowed and saluted again, and slowly left. The audience present pointed their fingers at the Ogu King Fernando.
Boom quietly walked out of the Two-Headed Dragon Bar. He didn't care about those legends. As long as he and Rikka were safe, it didn't matter who lived or died.
Pushing open the courtyard door, Rikka stood half a meter away with a concerned look on her face, while the little girl was still performing her "camping" performance.
In a stone tower in the palace, the half-elf old man's face melted rapidly, finally revealing an extremely charming and beautiful face.
"It's a wonderful story. Thank you again for your help, the distinguished Magister Christine." Grand Duke Grylls said with a smile.
"The Queen asked me to assist you, and I will naturally help you within my ability. Say goodbye." Christine nodded, and then disappeared into the night with an expressionless face.