6th of September, Hollier City.
That bard seemed to be quite busy recently.
In the eyes of the owner of the Pig's Head Bar, Hook, this guy who relied on telling stories for a living was quite hard. He woke up early in the morning and left after eating something. When he returned in the evening, he still had to tell a few stories in the bar to earn some copper coins. And these few days, he didn't even return to the bar …
Sometimes, Hook envied such a casual life. But every time he had such thoughts, he would look down at his fat belly and feel that he really didn't have the heart to roam the world like that guy.
"I'm still getting old …"
Hook sighed and raised his head to look at the sky outside. He realized that it was already noon. Just as he was thinking about what to cook, he noticed that the group of adventurers who had stayed in the bar a few days ago were walking down.
When he saw them, Hook thought of that beautiful girl wearing a linen robe. Heh … that woman's figure was really hot. Every time he thought about it, he felt like there was a ball of fire in his lower abdomen. But when he thought of that girl's identity, he quickly suppressed that desire.
Two days ago, that beautiful girl called "Akasha" came to look for this group of adventurers. And it seemed that her status wasn't low. When the two groups met, even the two-meter tall big guy showed a somewhat respectful expression towards her …
Hook's ability to "read people's expressions" was already at the max level, so he knew that he could only fantasize for a moment. The adventurers in front of him sat in front of the wooden table and ordered some food with a stiff accent. The big guy sat on the chair as if he was squatting. Hook naturally didn't dare to be negligent and quickly went to the kitchen to cook. He then brought a few glasses of ale that he didn't dare to mix with water, preparing to "show goodwill" in a disguised way and build a relationship with these guys.
But he didn't think that his foot would trip on a protrusion on the floor. The glass of ale in his hand tilted and spilled out …
There wasn't much, but a lot of it fell on the chest of the big bald guy.
The atmosphere froze for a moment. Hook immediately noticed that the few people in front of him were staring at him as if they were going to kill him in the next second … But after two seconds, the other party seemed to sense that he didn't have any malicious intentions, and the originally tense atmosphere quietly dissipated.
The big guy didn't say much. He took the glass of ale and smiled. He casually took off the outer layer of cloth and signaled Hook to get a waiter to wash it off. Then he turned his head and continued to chat with his companions.
Hook was startled by the atmosphere in that instant. But after so many years, he had seen all kinds of people. After knowing that the other party wouldn't make things difficult for him, he immediately smiled and walked away. But in his heart, he only cursed himself for trying to be clever. But when he bent down to take the glass, he found that there was only a single piece of cloth on have a strange tattoo on his chest …
It seemed to be … a snake wrapped around a cross.
Basically, no one in Hollier knew the meaning of this symbol, and it was the same for Hook. He just glanced at it and turned back to the bar counter, not taking this pattern seriously at all. When the group of adventurers finished their meal and left the tavern, they specially greeted him. It was probably to let Hook know that they didn't take the matter to heart.
"Oh, they're quite smart …"
Hook shook his head. After being around for so long, he knew that most adventurers were eccentric. Flipping the table and beating people up if they didn't agree with each other was a common occurrence. These fellows didn't seem to be easy to deal with, but their personalities were not bad. It was a little surprising.
But these things were just interludes. Let bygones be bygones. In the afternoon, Roddy walked back with his head swaying, humming a few songs that Hook had never heard before. His relaxed manner made Hook really envious.
"Hey! Raphael, where have you been these past few days? You look so happy all day, you sure are leisurely! "
"Here, I bought some paper. I thought of some melodies recently and wanted to write them down."
Roddy smiled brightly and waved the parchment in his hand. "You guys always say that I don't sing. In fact, it's because I've sung too much in the past. I think it's more interesting to tell stories. If I want to sing, I have to sing something new. Otherwise, how can people support me?"
"Don't say that, kid, your brain is really full of ideas. It's not bad for a bard like you — how do you describe it?" Hook pouted and tried hard to imitate the new phrase that Roddy taught him that day. "Niu … Niu Bo Yi!"
"It's' Niu Bo Yi ', not' Niu Bo Yi '. You see, my dream is to be the number one bard, and the best at fighting."
Roddy said these words like a tongue twister. He took a glass of wine from Hook's hand, raised his head and gulped it down.
"I don't care what it is, I have faith in you!" Hook laughed. He also felt that although Roddy did not have great ambitions, he could tell stories so well that he would not have to worry about food and clothing in the future. "When you have some spare money, go buy some decent clothes. I bet those ladies will be willing to meet you in private. Kid, if there's really a lady who is willing to pay you to 'tell stories' to her, don't forget to give me some benefits!"
Roddy laughed and burped. He said shyly, "Just don't let those nobles find out and hack me to death. If someone wants to kill me, I'll hide here first."
Hook also found that Roddy seemed to be in a good mood today. After asking for a long time, Roddy said that it was because he had finally found the direction to break through and was ready to write a "shocking" song and so on … After joking for a while, Roddy went upstairs happily, and Hook continued to wipe his glass downstairs.
Back in the room, Roddy confirmed that everything in the room had not been touched. He knew that his disguise had fooled everyone. He reached out and put the newly bought stack of parchment on the table. He also took out the bottle of "Soul Extraction Potion" and put it next to him. When he stared at it, his mind was spinning, and he sat there for a long time.
Speaking of which, after solving the "unexpected situation" on Sally's side by coincidence, Roddy, who was relieved, began to smoothly implement his original plan — sneaking into the Ducal Palace and giving the Dukes Of Angmar the antidote.
After returning from Moria Manor without success, he had already fed the antidote to Duke for the second time. According to his memory, as long as he could give Duke the last bottle of the antidote today, it was estimated that the old man who should have died in history would recover from the state of near-death.
And then?
Roddy did not save him because he wanted to be a Lei Feng. In the minds of the players, the concept of "equivalent exchange" was always ranked first. How much you give, how much you get. What Roddy thought about was how to earn enough for himself from the old Duke.
It might sound like his method was not that "noble", but thinking about the actual situation, in this era full of crisis, "noble" was often equated with "naive".
The Orcs had only lost a witch doctor with great potential. Sooner or later, those ambitious fellows would attack the Kingdom of Karen. The undead were not easy to deal with. Roddy knew that although these undead always held a "noble and elegant" attitude, they would definitely be involved in a catastrophe that would affect the Kingdom of Karen in a few years!
The great enemy had never disappeared. How could he have the time to pretend to be "noble"?
However, the current problem in front of him still made him a little distressed. He needed to choose the appropriate way to ask for "rewards".
If the Dukes Of Angmar woke up, asking for power and money was the most inferior way. Previously, he had a general impression of the old Duke Angmar from Hook. To sum it up, this old man was a good man.
He was good to his people. The taxes were never high. If there was a neighboring lord who caused trouble and bullied his people, he would definitely bring his knights and troops to fight the other party. He was very "protective" of his people. His position had always been secure because of his powerful martial prowess and the group of loyal knights under him. However, due to the drastic change in their personalities in recent years, those knights had been sent to their own fiefs to be idlers. Now, only a few retainers with low strength remained by his side.
"If he is a straightforward person, this is a little difficult …"
Roddy sighed. He did not completely believe Hook's information. He understood the nature of these nobles. There was never a "good nobles", only "responsible nobles". Anyway, the current system was a continuous oppression and exploitation by the superior. No matter how kind the lord appeared, in the eyes of a modern person like Roddy, it was cruel enough.
Rody took out a piece of parchment from the pile and used the quill to absorb the ink. Rody was not interested in writing music. He thought for a long time and then started to write the letter that he was going to send to the old duke.
How to put himself in a position where the other party would not hate and be vigilant, but still give him enough respect, was indeed a difficult problem.
"It's not easy to find a backer …"
Roddy sighed.
*****
On the same night of the 6th of September, Lucifron Ducal Palace.
Butler Alpha's face was not so good these days, so the servants did not dare to speak loudly in front of him. Two days ago, he directly ordered a maid to be locked up in the dungeon because she did not set the dishes properly. Such a thing really frightened the servants.
Butler Alpha, who had served the Lucifron Family for most of his life, had never been so angry. But at this time, Count Francis and Miss Sally were not in the mansion, and the old Duke was very sick, so no one would say anything wrong. Fortunately, after two days, the butler released the maid and personally apologized. And now that things had come to this point, the servants could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
But they could still feel that the butler's mood did not improve in the past few days.
Holding the dinner prepared for the Dukes Of Angmar, Alpha personally went to the old Duke's room as usual. When he stepped into the room, his face was abnormally calm, but when the door was closed, Alpha's face instantly showed a ferocious look.
"Why, why, why …"
Muttering in a low voice, Alpha's footsteps seemed to be a little anxious. He frowned, and his footsteps were much faster than usual. But when he walked into the bedroom and saw the motionless Dukes Of Angmar sitting in front of the window, his heart seemed to be even more flustered.
Although in the eyes of outsiders, for a whole five years, the Dukes Of Angmar always seemed to be in such a "vegetative state", only Butler Alpha noticed the difference in the past few days.
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