"O'Lion, a frequent visitor here, is a drunkard, but I have to say that he is very good at telling stories. That mouth has earned him so many drinks and food."
The tavern owner came over and sat at a table with Rhodes and his group. It could be seen that most of the people in the tavern were low-level civilians. It was rare for a slightly wealthy businessman to stay overnight. As the owner of the tavern, Kidd naturally had to take more care of him.
Some.
"This is normal. Everyone has their own means of survival. Some rely on selling their physical strength, some rely on selling their knowledge, some rely on selling their skills, and some rely on selling their bodies."
Rhodes blinked and said to Kidd. The tavern owner narrowed his eyes and nodded.
While they were chatting, the crowd had made way for the storyteller to make way for a small space, so that he could sit at the table and tell the story, so that the drinkers in the distance could also see it.
But this profession is not without risks. Taverns in the old world are filled with all kinds of violence and hooliganism. It is common for drunkards to fight over some trivial matter. When this happens to the storyteller, you must
If your speech is in line with everyone's wishes, but if it is not to the audience's taste, you will be in danger of being dragged down and beaten.
Therefore, even if the storyteller knows the truth, some stories must be processed by themselves to become a popular version accepted by the public. You must know that the too cruel truth is not something the public wants to hear. They would rather hear the final straw of some grassroots counterattack.
Stories like becoming a Duke, marrying Bai Fumei, or a story about a great hero saving the world. As for the truth behind it, who cares... Stories before meals and after drinking are just stories after all. The storyteller does not
They couldn't get along with money, and sometimes they even became tools of the lords.
"Tell me, Orion, what kind of story will you bring today? If you don't tell it well, I will cut off your penis and feed it to the dogs."
Hahaha……
As soon as the storyteller sat down at the table, the drinkers below started shouting and urging. The charcoal in the fireplace was burning brightly, and the warm air made everyone have a faint blush on their faces.
"On a night with endless dark moon, in the deserted and quiet Whispering Forest, the Northern Allied Forces composed of the cities in the north are passing through the narrow forest path..."
The storyteller picked it up at his fingertips and started telling the wonderful stories he had prepared.
It was Carolyn who reminded Rhodes that he noticed what he was talking about. Rhodes was chatting with the tavern owner, but Carolyn stepped on his toes, and then turned around to listen to what the storyteller was saying.
"At that time, I was at the back of the large army, with the cooks, prostitutes, and handymen. I had no idea what was happening in the front. I knew that Lord Rod Lawn was descending from the sky with the wrath of the God of Thunder. Hey, brothers and sisters, I
I guarantee that you have never seen such a scene. The world is dark, only the wrath of the God of Thunder falls from the sky, and there are thunder and lightning everywhere. Those mercenaries are simply vulnerable to the White Bear Lord. You can't imagine it.
Yes, we were ambushed, but Lord Rhodes saved everyone."
The storyteller Orion was on the stage talking about the ambush battle in the Whispering Forest that day. Rhodes listened with a slight smile on his face. Only those around him, including Caroline and Bogul, knew that Rhodes was there.
Why are you laughing? Others continued to listen attentively to the story told by the storyteller. In such a chaotic and dark era, the story of the chosen son of God falling from the sky is simply too attractive. And they have no idea that what the storyteller said is
I am currently in this tavern, among the crowd, listening to such a story as a drinker.
"I saw him holding the Thunder God's giant axe, fighting his way through the chaos. I saw him riding a white bear with my own eyes. The white bear was as high as a house. He was charging all the way, unstoppable!"
The storyteller continued to speak eloquently on the stage.
"Orion, are you sure you were in that battle? You drunkard, Lord Rhodes will let you sneak into his army?"
The guests in the audience joked. They looked at this familiar storyteller, and because they were so familiar with him, they knew that there was nothing more to him than being a good talker. People who were familiar with him knew that O'Lean could really talk.
When encountering danger, he can run faster than anyone else. This story is very good, but it is hard to say whether it was his personal experience. This guy has been wandering around Kislev City and the Dark Word Castle for many years, and the Whispering Forest is in
North of the Anka River, when did the Storyteller wander north and join the Legion? This is hilarious.
However, this still does not prevent the drinkers from enjoying the story.
"I must be in the Northern Army. Believe me, Military Officer Hamer has a good relationship with me. They also need a storyteller like me."
Orion responded loudly on the stage.
"Stop talking nonsense, continue, what happened next? Son of Thunder God, Lord White Bear, and those mercenaries were killed and driven away?"
The words of the drinkers quickly drowned out Orion's quibbling words.
"That's for sure. The great son of Thunder God, White Bear Lord Rhodes, rode that giant bear and ran rampant among the enemy troops. Some overestimating mercenary eggs stood in front of him, and were smashed by the lightning he summoned casually.
It has to be shattered. You have never seen that lightning shot out of his hand at a speed that could not be seen with the eyes, blowing the mercenary's balls into the sky."
It has to be said that the storyteller has his own way of doing things. Sitting in the corner near the window, Rhodes almost laughed at this joke. He did save some people at that time, but it was not as the storyteller said.
Awesome, falling from the sky with lightning...
In fact, at that time, I was just forced to take action, otherwise the legion would be completely annihilated. At that time, I did not have the ability to shoot lightning out of thin air. All lightning was emitted from weapons, and the crows
Sok is just a white bear about five meters long. In the storyteller's case, it turned into a huge beast... It's nonsense, but it's fun to listen to. You can see that the people in the tavern still enjoy it.
Yes, some people even forgot to drink and eat, and watched intently as the storyteller named Orion danced on the stage.
"A drunkard, some of the stories told by him are true. Last time I heard him tell something even more outrageous. He said he had seen a giant snake with nine heads that could swallow a ship in one mouth.
Ship. If there really is such a monster, what else do we humans have to live for? Hum hum."
The tavern owner sat opposite and sneered. He picked up a nut, put it in his mouth and chewed it loudly.
"No, what he said is true! Rhodes really defeated that mercenary army..."
Caroline looked at the tavern owner Kidd with a sullen look on her face. Just when she was about to continue speaking, Rhodes stepped on her toe and signaled her not to talk too much. Talking too much will lead to mistakes. The tavern owner is also a smart person, and his ability to observe people's emotions is better than
I don't know how much better a pampered aristocratic girl like her is.
Kidd was shocked by Caroline's reaction. He had always thought that this woman named Madina was a good wife and mother, who didn't talk much and was very gentle. But the expression and actions just now were simply that of a woman.
Xia......
"My wife is always so fond of fairy tales, haha."
After stopping Caroline's impulsive behavior, Rhodes immediately spoke up. Kidd smiled and nodded, indicating that he understood. Some girls from rich families are too well protected...
"Cheers to Lord White Bear!"
Just when Rhodes was trying to keep a low profile, the crowd cheered loudly again... Many people began to throw money into the storyteller's hat. Apparently, the story was exciting enough and everyone enjoyed listening to it.