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Chapter 525: Kurt's Notes (4k+)

At dusk in the city of Oia, the small vendors at the largest dock market began to pack up the goods in their baskets, but an old man named Mohammed took his grandson to find a vacant space.

When the small vendors saw the old man coming out, they stopped what they were doing and looked at him with laughter, because old Mohammed was the most famous street poet in the area. Different from those young and strong men, he would sing on the streets in the evenings, and his lyrics were funny and humorous, completely different from those young men who sang in a steady tone.

The old man first tuned the strings of his grandson's oud, and then took out his own tar drum and placed it next to him, completing the preparations for the performance.

"Mohammed, tell us again how Miss Yasmine met Mr. Carol. We would love to hear it!"

A small vendor whistled in support.

"Grandpa Muhammad, I still like to listen to the part about the beast fight at the wedding banquet. Is the Saint Baran and his holy eagle you mentioned really that powerful?"

Mohammed's street performances are especially popular with children. When he was doing the preparations just now, many children gathered around him.

"That was days and weeks ago. Don't you want to hear a new story?"

Mohammed laughed loudly, clapped his tatar drum and began to sing:
"Zahir's brutality finally led to the start of a war. The Kurt army is marching forward slowly, and their might is unstoppable.

How about Harlan City? It is a steel fortress that has stood for more than 300 years, but it was attacked by Prince Yusuf.

The oud stopped, the tar stopped, and the old man pinched the finger of his little finger:

“Hehe, just like a dry biscuit soaked in milk tea, it falls over as soon as you touch it.

Governor Tariq died on the city wall like a stray dog. After the fall of Harun, the next city to fall was Tirmsi.

It is said that the city of Tirmusi is an upper Kurt restricted area that birds cannot fly over and beasts cannot pass through, but so what?
No matter how strong a city is, it cannot withstand the collapse of human hearts! Prince Yusuf used a little trick..."

The old man performed with great joy while beating the drum, and the audience below sometimes clenched their fists because of the tense plot, and sometimes clapped their hands because of the funny and lively slang jokes.

The song lasted for half an hour, and the story ended when the city of Tirmasi was broken and Prince Yusuf broke into the palace and raised the sword representing the power of Upper Kurdish.

The old man took a sip of water from the broken pottery jar beside him, while his little grandson held up a small basket and asked the audience for money.

"Grandpa Mohammed, didn't Saint Baran from Moses Sad participate in the battle of Tilmsi City?"

A little girl took the money from her mother and threw it into the basket and asked excitedly.

"No, no. It was Prince Yusuf who led the army, and it was his soldiers who fought bravely. Saint Baran may have the ability to see through the heavens and the earth, but after all, they were in front of two armies. He was just praying for the heroes of Lower Kurt on behalf of the saint's compassion."

As the old man spoke, he smiled and winked at the little girl. The subtext was self-evident: Saint Baran actually helped a lot.

"What nonsense is this old man talking about! Saint Barlan was clearly fighting a bloody battle with the gods in the desert, otherwise how could Prince Yusuf win so easily?"

In the crowd, a Saint's sect member named Taft murmured in dissatisfaction. Saint Balaam met with them before leaving and asked them to preach well in the southern continent, remember the Saint's gospel of compassion, and help more poor people in the local area.

When Taft asked about the heresy of believing in the Virgin Mary, Saint Barlaan briefly told him what had happened before.

Seeing that the old man kept talking about the great hero Prince Yusuf and never mentioned Saint Baraan, Taft felt a little dissatisfied.

"Hey, Taft, don't talk nonsense.

His Excellency Saint Baran is deliberately giving all the good reputation to Prince Yusuf, who has just come to power and is in urgent need of popularity.

and……"

The companion beside him looked up at the setting sun and said slowly:

"Think about the fables about Saint Barlaine. How could the saint of the saint care about these worldly fame?"

The two believers were whispering to each other, but the children were relentless and kept pestering Muhammad not to let him go back.

"Grandpa Mohammed, tell us again about the beast fight at the wedding banquet! We love to hear this the most."

"Yes, yes, I heard that Prince Helama, oh, no, now it should be Prince Yusuf's father, heard that the monster he sent out was replaced by Zahir and caused a big mess.

A few days ago, I went out with my father to do business. Grandpa Mohammed, please tell me again. "

"Yes, I also want to listen to Saint Baran and Holy Eagle."

The wrinkles on old Mohammed's face were all blooming with laughter. Street poets have a semi-official status in Kurt. The children want to listen to the wedding banquet beast fight...

Ninety percent of it is made up by myself. After all, all the nobles of Kurt keep silent about the process of beast fighting.

But this is also good, as it gives him room to express himself freely.

In his words, Saint Balaam descended from the sky on clouds, and the Holy Eagle was a symbol of auspiciousness and justice, representing the saint's compassion and authority.

Intent on showing off, the old man winked at his grandson and then played the tar drum:

"By the way, I saw Saint Baran a few days ago. He listened to me at my stall for a long time, and only came closer to talk to me when I was closing my stall."

"Grandpa Mohammed, you are not bragging!"

"I came here on time to listen to you sing this week, which means... Saint Baran was standing next to me!?"

"What did Saint Baran say? Did he bring the Holy Eagle with him?!"

The children were chattering and were even more reluctant to let the old man leave.

"Saint Baran... is a very interesting person."

A helpless and nostalgic expression emerged on the old man's face. He was not bragging. Two days ago, when Liu Yonglu came back from the dock, he really stood outside the crowd and listened to his singing for a long time.

After the crowd dispersed, Liu Yonglu came over to exchange artistic experiences with the old man...

What’s good and bad about the coordination of instruments, is there room for improvement in your posture, after finishing your talk every day you’d better leave a button for next time so that more people will come tomorrow, and so on.

At first the old man didn't know what this guy was doing! He thought he was a psychopath who was obsessed with singing. Later, when Liu Yonglu revealed his identity, the old man quickly saluted.

The young man in front of him who was uninformed was quite extraordinary. He held two titles, investigation captain and saint, and was a distinguished guest of Kurt. It was said that both Prince Yusuf and the previous Prince Herama treated him with great courtesy.

"Sir, you sang very well, but there is one thing, please stop talking about me and praise Prince Yusuf more. Everything is difficult at the beginning. I think this prince is just a thermos on his butt - he has a certain level of talent, please help him."

The old man could only understand half of it, and nodded with a smile:

"By the way, Mr. Saint Baran, if it is convenient for you, could you please leave a message for me?"

Seeing Liu Yonglu's puzzled expression, the old man quickly explained:

“Well, street poets in Kurt usually have a nickname, especially the young ones.

But I have never thought of a suitable one, so I have always used my family name as my brand. There is nothing wrong with that, but it is not as catchy as those young people's names. "

"Oh!"

Liu Yonglu nodded. He had heard from the old man before that early artists would give themselves catchy nicknames when performing on the street, so that they could easily call themselves famous.

What is Liu Tiezui, the King of Spring and Autumn, the Scholar of Iron Mouth, call it out loudly. "Old man, do you come out to sing at this time every day?" Liu Yonglu weighed the fan in his hand.

"Yes, the young man said in the morning that the people passing by at that time were all early risers, and they wanted to get the news conveniently. But for me, this is the style passed down in my family, and I can't speak too fast, so I will speak in the evening and not argue with them."

"Okay, old man, from now on you can call me..."

On the street, old Mohammed smiled and took out a piece of papyrus from a box, on which was the calligraphy left by Liu Yonglu.

The crooked line of words was from "Today Evening News"!
……

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Liu Yonglu stood with his hands behind his back watching the crew on the ship carrying the last cargo.

These baskets are all fruits and vegetables. Fresh food is not easy to preserve on the ship, so Liu Yonglu plans to bring more to improve the food in the first few days and prepare for the arduous journey ahead.

"Mr. Rich, if you need anything else, just let me know."

Herama was standing nearby. He had changed out of his finery and was now wearing the dark green robe of an ordinary noble, with a bandage on his left arm.

"No, this is enough for everyone on the boat. Oh, Kurt is really good. If I have the chance in the future, I really plan to stay in Kurt for a while longer."

Liu Yonglu's words were not polite. Compared to the cold and rainy Mosesad, Liu Yonglu prefers the sunny Kurt. Besides, the food here is also delicious and much better than Mosesad.

"You will always be Kurt's friend, and you are always welcome."

Helama spoke with great sincerity. At this moment, he was surrounded by only a few personal guards. Some of his former staff had been killed in the desert of Upper Kurt, and he left the rest to Yusuf.

In the warm orange sunlight, Herama took a deep breath and stretched.

Lonely? It is impossible not to be lonely. Although he has only been on the throne for a short time, the previous king, Heramar's uncle, was frail and sickly, so he had been acting as the king for a long time. For more than ten years, he was busy from morning to night with all kinds of things. It must be a bit difficult for him to get rid of the responsibilities suddenly.

But there is also a part of ease mixed in. Yusuf has grown up and can stand on his own, which is a good thing.

"By the way, I have something for you before you leave."

Liu Yonglu took out a gourd from his pocket with a smile, squatted on the ground, opened the mouth of the gourd and poured out a cricket.

The cricket is red in color, with its head held high and its chest puffed out, its voice loud and clear, and when it lands on the ground it spins around restlessly.

He caught this thing in the Liushui Courtyard a few days ago.

"what is this?"

Herama also squatted down and looked at the little bugs on the ground with interest.

"This, this is called a grass worm, it's very interesting."

Liu Yonglu took out another gourd from his pocket, which contained a black cricket. It didn't look very good, but it had a slender body and a pair of particularly large wings.

"If the two of them fight, who will win? Lord Helama, please guess." Liu Yonglu picked up a piece of grass from the ground.

"You can fight this? Then I guess... the red one wins."

"Hey, I'm betting on the black side. How can the Red Marshal be a match for the Black-Headed General?"

Liu Yonglu poked the crickets twice with grass, which aroused the ferocity of both sides. The red and black ones immediately killed each other. Herama watched with full concentration, muttering in Kurt dialect to cheer for the Red Marshal.

But the ending was similar to what Liu Yonglu said. Although the Black-headed General was not as big as the Red Marshal, he was faster and had bigger teeth. He bit the Red Marshal to the ground in just a few bites.

"Ricky, if you don't come up, the boat will leave!"

Millie Tang on the boat behind him urged Liu Yonglu to hurry up.

"Right away, another ten bucks."

Liu Yonglu shoved two cricket gourds into Herama's hands with a grin.

"There is a lot of knowledge involved here. The thighs, wings, forehead, belly, and fangs of grass insects all have their own particularities. You can study them slowly when you have time."

Herama likes beast fighting, but given the current situation in Kurt, part of Upper Kurt needs to be heavily guarded. Many nobles also have opinions about his resignation and his son taking power, and it is not an exaggeration to say that there is a lot of work to be done.

It is no longer as easy to set up a battle formation and fight beasts as before.

He also knew what Liu Yonglu wanted to say. Liu Yonglu put his arm around his shoulders and winked at him.

"Okay, Mr. Rich, I won't waste your time. You have more important things to do."

What Helama meant was that Liu Yonglu must stop the Virgin Mary from restarting.

"It's the same old saying. It's not that I don't want to kill the monster in the crypt before, but these guys are just preachers on earth after all, not the Virgin Mary herself..."

Liu Yonglu shook his head and continued:
"By the way, please take care of Carol and Yasmine."

Carol will stay in Kurt for some time in the near future. Although Carol had talked to Liu Yonglu privately two days ago and asked him to persuade the chief elder and Sir Gregory to continue taking the ship out to sea.

But Liu Yonglu agreed verbally but didn't take it seriously at all.

Firstly, my brother had just gotten married, so it was a bit inappropriate to drag him directly into the Lost Sea to fight for his life.

Secondly, someone really needed to keep an eye on Kurt's desert dungeon, and Carol was just the right person. Liu Yonglu had no control over how Gregory did ideological work. Anyway, Carol had already gone there to take up the position two days ago.

"Do not worry."

Helama glanced at Liu Yonglu worriedly, because when he walked around the saint's shoulder, he saw Milly Tang on the boat looking at her watch with a sullen face.

"Oh, by the way, I won't say goodbye to all of Kurt's old friends. Please give Yusuf, Ferhat and the others good luck for me."

Liu Yonglu left without saying goodbye today and launched a surprise attack because he didn't want to make it too grand.

"no problem."

Ferhat, this name seems familiar, as if... he was his aide, but he suddenly resigned a few weeks ago.

Helama tried desperately to remember Ferhat's face, but he couldn't remember it at all. Everything about this person became blurry.

But it doesn't matter. I didn't expect that Mr. Richie still remembered this insignificant little soldier.

"I'm really leaving now. Don't see me off. We'll meet again someday."

Liu Yonglu jumped onto the Dog Riding Rabbit and waved goodbye to Helama. Seeing that the figures on the dock were getting smaller and smaller, Liu Yonglu turned around and took Millie Tang's hand.

"How can you and I repeat yesterday's story today? I am still boarding your shabby ship with this old ticket!

Mi Li'er, it's time for us to pick up the kids from school."

(End of this chapter)