Icestone City.
In an ordinary tavern on the west side of the city, the atmosphere was lively and cheerful.
Wooden tables and chairs were casually moved around the hall, and the empty space in the middle became a simple dance floor. The passionate and heroic people of the Northern Frontier were displaying their poor dancing skills to their heart's content, drinking spicy and refreshing barley wine.
The tavern owner directed a few waiters to continuously bring out all kinds of food and drinks from the bar. The flames burning in the fireplace dispelled the chill of early spring.
Ding dong.
Amidst the crisp sound of the doorbell, a flamboyantly dressed young man wearing purple clothes and a red bonnet walked into the tavern.
He had a harp on his shoulder, the favorite instrument of the bard.
When the people in the tavern saw the young man, they instantly cheered. They seemed to be very familiar with him.
One of the patrons shouted loudly, "Honorable Mr. Bard! What story do you plan to tell us today? "
The young bard took off his red bonnet, raised his chin, and walked to the center of the dance floor with an arrogant expression. He said reservedly, "I have a good story, but do you have good wine worthy of it?"
"Why don't we have good wine!" Everyone jeered while looking at the tavern owner behind the bar.
The tavern owner shook his head helplessly and reluctantly took out a bottle of beautifully packaged red wine, shouting, "Three silver coins! Remember to pay for him! "
"Got it, we've always been generous with our rewards!"
"But the story has to be interesting, or else I won't pay!"
"Hurry, hurry, what good story do you have today?"
… …
Under the urging of the crowd, the bard unhurriedly took the wine the tavern owner handed over. He raised his head and took a sip, then closed his eyes in enjoyment.
It wasn't until the crowd's condemnation became more and more intense that he opened his eyes again. As if he was still savoring the taste of the wine, he shook his head and fiddled with the harp in his hand.
Amidst the crisp sound of the harp, the tavern gradually quieted down. Only the crackling of the charcoal in the fireplace could be heard.
The patrons all took their seats and patiently waited for the bard's performance.
"Today, I will tell you the story of Viscount Angley's expedition to the Troll Empire."
"Hey, wait!" "How many times have we heard the story of Lord Viscounts' expedition to the Troll Empire? Can't you tell us something new?"
"Yes, yes! Otherwise, don't blame us for not paying for your drinks! "
Hearing the crowd's clamor, the bard snorted impatiently and said, "Of course I won't tell you what you already know."
"Then what do you want to talk about?"
"Today, I'm going to tell you the story of how Viscount Angley killed the Troll Emperor. Do you want to hear it?"
"Listen, listen, listen!"
Everyone quieted down.
Although the story of Colin's expedition to the Troll Empire had already spread through the streets and alleys of Icestone City, there were still some details that had yet to be revealed. Now that the bard actually said that he knew the details of the most dramatic scene of this expedition, everyone's interest was naturally piqued.
The bard coughed a few times, plucked the strings again, and began to sing:
It was a windy and snowy morning.
Outside the Great Demon King's City, the Black Cavalry's army pressed in.
The evil Trolls had been hiding behind the decaying King's City.
They didn't dare to face the Black Cavalry's sharp edge.
The embodiment of justice, the brave and invincible Viscount Angley.
He invited the cowardly Troll Emperor to a duel … "
"Duel?" A voice suddenly interrupted the bard, "Why did I hear that Viscount Angley invited the Troll Emperor to a meeting?"
"Hm?" The bard's brows instantly furrowed, "Who interrupted me?"
Everyone looked towards the source of the voice and saw two middle-aged men sitting opposite each other in the corner.
Under the dim candlelight, their faces couldn't be seen clearly, but their voices were very unfamiliar.
"Hey, you two outsiders who don't know the rules. You're not welcome here."
Everyone instantly became noisy, wanting to chase away these two outsiders who were interrupting their story.
The tavern owner walked over with a frown. He was just about to reprimand them, but when he saw their luxurious clothes, his tone immediately became much gentler.
"I'm sorry, both of you. Please leave as soon as possible. I don't want to cause trouble."
The two outsiders looked at each other and smiled. They didn't make things difficult for the tavern owner. After casually throwing a few silver coins, they got up and walked out.
The tavern owner picked up the silver coins and sighed in his heart —
These two were really generous customers.
Thus, he turned his head and reprimanded the drinkers angrily, "You bastards, you just chased away two big customers!"
The drinkers naturally smiled mischievously again. They all said that they would definitely take care of the tavern owner's business and persuade him not to bother with the two outsiders.
…
After leaving the tavern, the younger of the outsiders said to his companion, "Sir, I actually heard a new version."
"Yes." The older outsider smiled and said, "Hehe, there are already five or six versions of the story of how Viscount Angley killed the Troll Emperor.
Some say he killed him in a duel, some say he suddenly attacked during the meeting, some say he killed him in a sneak attack after the meeting, and some say he had the Black Cavalry pretend to be a troll captive and kill him … "
"I keep feeling that someone is purposely spreading these different versions. Their goal is probably to hide the true process."
"But why would they do this? Killing the Troll Emperor is such a glorious thing, why would they hide the details? "
"Perhaps, the method Viscount Angley really used … is a bit despicable."
"Perhaps. But when it comes to fighting on the battlefield, everything goes to the extreme. How can there be such a thing as despicable? "
"Viscount Angley is still young after all. I'm afraid he still wants to establish a glorious image for himself."
"Hehe, young …" That older outsider shook his head, not knowing what he was trying to deny. "Let's go. We've wandered around Icestone City for so many days, it's about time we meet that mysterious Viscount Angele."
"Yes, sir."
…
The two outsiders came to the Red Castle.
It was already late at night. The guards in front of the castle blocked their path and questioned, "Who are you?"
The older outsider shook off his cloak and revealed the golden lion insignia on his chest.
The guards instantly widened their eyes. "You, you are an envoy of the House of Saint Hilde?"
"You don't recognize me?" The outsider took two steps forward and let the light of the torches illuminate his face.
The guards looked carefully for a moment and felt that this person looked somewhat familiar.
Suddenly, one of the guards finally remembered and exclaimed, "Lord … Lord Duke Of Saint Hilde! It really is you! Huan … Welcome to the Red Castle! "
"Lord Duke?" The other guards finally woke up from their daze and hurriedly bowed in greeting.
The Duke Of Saint Hilde smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Where's Colin? If he hasn't slept yet, have him come see me. "
"Yes, yes!" The guards hurriedly welcomed the Duke Of Saint Hilde into the Red Castle. At the same time, one of them hurriedly ran towards the Lord's bedroom.
The Dukes Of The North had actually silently arrived at Icestone City just like that.
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