Transmigrated Farming Lord

Chapter 169. 168. The Story ()

In the middle of the night, people left reluctantly after a quiet piece of music, and troubadour Tony also dragged his exhausted body to the guest room at the back of the tavern.

In the innermost corner of the -square-meter guest room, there is a wooden bed slightly larger than a single bed, with a simple style and a rough but clean bedding.

Surprisingly, there was a table and a high-back chair with a height just enough to be used as a desk beside it, and the oil lamp already lit by the "careful" landlady on the table was emitting a dim light.

At the foot of the bed is a convenient wooden barrel and a tub for washing.

And this is already the best room in the tavern, twenty copper coins a night, and a breakfast with yellow bread as the main food.The most guest rooms in the tavern are Chase bunks with a thick layer of wheat straw on the floor and linen quilts on top. More than a dozen big men sleep side by side. Five copper coins a night is convenient and cheap.

Tony, who was extremely excited, ignored the constant protests from his exhausted body. He quickly took out a few pieces of yellow pulp paper from the bottom of the wooden box and spread them on the desk, and carefully took out a small wooden box with only a small layer of ink on it. Jar and a battered quill, he would make legends of the stories he heard and sing them.

After hearing the old man's story, Tony knew he was in the right place.As long as the story of this legendary lord is modified and processed by himself, it can definitely become a legend widely circulated in the world.

This is the lifelong dream of every troubadour. The stories he writes by himself can be loved and sung by everyone.

Taking a deep breath, Tony calmed down the turbulent mood, closed his eyes habitually and sat quietly to sort out the content of the story carefully, then inserted the quill pen into the wooden pot to absorb enough ink, and began to write on the yellow pulp paper. Write on it:

There is a small frontier village in the farthest western region of the Kingdom of Lorraine.An appointment ceremony is being held in a small village that has just been attacked by a murderous, bloodthirsty, terrifying, and cannibal kobold.

A young man with sky-like blue eyes and satin-like flaxen hair stood in front of hundreds of corpses in the village, in front of the previous village head, the hero who repelled the kobolds with his life, and his father, and was formally accepted. Appointed as the mayor of the village.

The young village head has no time to grieve, howl, or remember. He shoulders the burden of protecting the entire village with his immature shoulders.He selected the strongest men in the village to reorganize the militia, washed their spirits with grief, and tempered their bodies with ice and snow~~~~
It wasn't until the sky turned pale that Tony carefully put away the five large sheets of yellow manuscript paper. Although the proprietress murmured and even blamed him several times for asking to add soybean oil to the oil lamp, the story that satisfied him was finally completed smoothly.The tired troubadour fell asleep on the bed without taking off his clothes.

In the evening, the entire town of Stan, reflected by the blood-red sunset, was glowing red. After a good night's sleep, the exuberant troubadour asked Bald Lu Bu to move a chair outside after enjoying a meal of yellow bread and mutton soup. Sitting in the sunset and plucked the strings.

"Boom~~"

The moment the strings sounded, a large group of leaders immediately appeared out of nowhere, and immediately surrounded the troubadours on the third floor and the outer three floors. The crowd of onlookers today was at least three times that of yesterday.Everyone consciously relaxed all movements, and quietly stared at the strange musical instrument with wide-eyed eyes that could make beautiful sounds.

Tony smiled and didn't care, his body swayed gently with the music, playing the music fascinatedly, as if he was in the most beautiful Iverson Opera House in the capital, playing in front of tens of thousands of nobles.

When the last note fell, both the performers and the audience were very satisfied and excited. The audience applauded fiercely, and several leaders immediately stepped forward and threw a few copper coins into the wooden box beside Tony. Tony stood up with one hand behind his back, the other holding the harp by his leg, and then bowed at 90 degrees to make a standard curtain call.

After sitting down again, Tony smacked his lips and smiled self-deprecatingly, then smiled and looked at the enthusiastic audience and asked, "How about telling you a folk story today, a story about the village chief?"

Although the people who had never seen the world wondered how this guy could tell a story without playing the music, they all applauded out of respect for people and gratitude for hearing the wonderful music: "Good!"

The bard stretched out his hand to support his top hat, then lightly plucked the strings to make a clear sound like spring water ticking as an accompaniment, and an emotional voice sounded slowly: "There is a small border village in the farthest western region of the Kingdom of Lorraine~~ ~"

Three minutes later, a citizen suddenly shouted: "My lord, what he is telling is the story of my lord!" Everyone around turned their heads and glared at him, so frightened that man hurriedly covered his mouth and nodded repeatedly to express that he would not speak again. After the sound was heard, everyone turned their heads and pricked up their ears to continue listening to the troubadour's story.

In Tony's story, the militiamen who can only hold swords turned into warriors with one against ten, dozens of goblins turned into a large tribe with hundreds of people, and the battle scenes were even more magnificent and tragic.

Especially in the climax part, Ross single-handedly singled out the kobold tribe, which is full of soul-stirring, thrilling, and twists and turns. Ross and the kobold chief fought for three days and three nights and suffered hundreds of wounds. Even the kobold's ax was embedded in Ross. the breast of a murderous, powerful kobold chieftain.

In the end, in order to comfort the villagers, the young, brave, and responsible village chief dragged his wound and an axe, and took the head of the kobold to make a bloody path back to the village. He led the whole village to pay homage to their dead relatives and comfort them the spirit in heaven.

The only two old people in Stan Village who were present at the scene were crying for a long time. They remembered the fear and hardship of that year, and the days when Ross led them to fight hard. Although the story is a bit too exaggerated, this is what they The legendary village chief.

Others have more or less heard of the deeds of Stan Village back then, but they were deeply shocked by the tragic events and the bravery, tenacity and selfless dedication of the lord back then.

Tony knows that he has succeeded when he sees the performance of the people around him. A good story is a good story that can affect the hearts of the audience, and it is a legendary story that can last for a long time.

"Papapa" everyone clapped their hands vigorously to applaud the troubadour, the moving story, and the heroic and selfless village chief, and then basically everyone at the scene hid themselves deeply He took out the copper coin that was in place, and threw it into Tony's wooden box.

This is dedicated to the village chief and to the lord, the leaders thought so.

The sound of coins colliding made the smile on the troubadour's face even bigger. He stood up and saluted with his right hand on his chest and said, "Salute to the brave and selfless village chief!"

"Salute to the brave and selfless village chief!" The audience followed suit and shouted.

There was such a strange solemnity at the scene. Tony touched his nose in embarrassment and hurriedly broke the atmosphere and said loudly: "My story is over, who wants to tell me a story tonight?"

"I!" "I!" "I~" The citizens who guessed the situation waved their arms and shouted loudly. They hoped to turn the legendary deeds of the lord into wonderful, touching and wonderful stories through the troubadours.

"Sir, let me tell you the story!" The old man who told the story last night appeared in front of Tony with agility and speed that surpassed everyone else, smiling and showing his remaining big yellow teeth.

"Okay, let the old man tell me." Tony picked up the suitcase, turned and walked into the tavern, and after stepping into the tavern with one foot, he turned around and said, "You all come together, it's also good to make a supplement for the old man."

"Okay!" The citizens cheered and poured into the tavern one after another, filling up all the tables in a blink of an eye, many of them could only stand.

Looking at the crowded tavern, the plump proprietress snorted proudly: "Humph, I'm pretty conscientious. It's worth refueling you several times last night!"

In the next few days, Tony was in this state. He listened to and wrote stories at night, and then told the audience the finished story in the evening. The audience naturally included the townspeople, guards, and businessmen in Stan Town. The story of the young village chief is here For the starting point, it was quickly passed out.

(End of this chapter)