Demon King, Don’t Run Away Chapter 791: Counterfeit goods appear
The pale old man chuckled, got a little closer to the crowd, and stopped playing the music in his hands.
“The profession of bard often travels around the world.
Perhaps we have actually met somewhere.
It's a pity that I am old and useless. I can't remember everyone I meet like I did when I was young.
But somewhere, I feel like we have met somewhere.
I often tell people some stories. Do you want to listen to me tell a story? Maybe you will think of something after listening to it. ”
At first, the strangely dressed woman didn't care whether the two of them had met somewhere. However, the old man's next words touched her heart.
"If you are willing to listen to my story, reward me with a few coins, and have a hot meal, I will tell you a special piece of information about this hero to prevent the tragedy just now from happening again."
In this world, bards are a profession that specializes in singing blessings and blessing people. They will tell the stories of heroes, or make up stories about what they see and hear on the way, and pass them down orally.
Because they are very beautiful when using their skills, coupled with their heart-tugging congratulations and refreshing music, they often make people forget to leave. They are often invited by big families or nobles to perform.
That is also their main source of livelihood.
But the world of the troubadour is quite cruel. This is a profession that relies on youth, and those who are favored are always the young boys or the beauties that everyone loves.
Imagine, on a festive day, if instead of handsome guys and beauties dancing to cheer for the guests, a sloppy old man and an old lady, shouting at the top of their lungs, seem to be reading well, but in fact they are singing blessings impassionedly, which really ruins the atmosphere. .
Of course, it would be a different matter if the old man and old lady knew how to do all kinds of things, pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, and become the focus of everyone's ridicule.
The strangely dressed woman recalled another bard she met a year ago.
The bard has a graceful figure and gorgeous clothes. Most people's impression of the bard probably remains in her image.
If the troubadour had not saved enough money when he was young, he would probably be like the old man in front of him, living in poverty, wandering around remote mountain villages on various borders, just for a bite to eat.
The woman in weird clothes was not interested in the story, she just wanted to help the old man,
"Since you said so, I will listen. I hope it won't take me too much time."
The old man smiled and said, "It's a great honor. The story is not very long. Before the story begins, may I take the liberty to ask this lady's name?"
"My name is Pingru. Ke Jie. Wulai, and I am the vice-captain of the S-class adventure group [Sky Breaking Stone]."
"What a good name, remember it." The old man plucked the strings gently, "Then I will tell you a story about a hero who walks silently in the darkness..."
As the beautiful music played, the old man began to tell a story about a man abandoned by the goddess, and also told the story of the Daughter of Disaster a thousand years ago.
Pingru. Ke Jie and Wu Laisi felt more and more familiar the more they listened, and finally realized that the bard she met last time also told a similar story.
About half an hour later, the old man’s story came to an end.
What is frustrating is that the ending of the story told by the old man is exactly the same as the ending of the story Pinru heard last time.
——The hero who walked forward in the darkness accepted the darkness and overthrew a tyrant who decided the fate of others at will. However, the hero was eventually swallowed by the darkness.
The story ends abruptly here.
The old man stopped plucking the strings and said, "I'm glad you can finish listening to the story I told you."
Pingru took out two large gold coins and handed them to the old man, "It's a good story, but the ending is a little lonely."
The old man smiled and said: "I often think so too. This story should have a better ending..."
"Finally, how about a person who saved the hero?"
The old man refused: "It's a very charming suggestion. It will indeed make the story more lovable, but in that case...
It's a little different from what this story wants to say.
If I were to write this story, at the beginning, heroes would not exist, or everyone would be a hero.
As long as the people oppressed by the tyrant respond to the call, it is easy to overthrow the tyrant's rule, and the hero in the story will not be allowed to die alone. ”
Pingru said: "But if you dare to die like that, you will be called a hero, right?"
"That's right, but it's a pity that you still don't understand the core of this story, but whatever..." The old man sighed and raised his withered hand, pointing to the southeast of the village, "Just follow what I said before. As you said, I will inform you of the special information promised now.
To the southeast of the village, there is another orc force crossing the border between the two countries. ”
Pingru raised her eyebrows slightly, "Another orc army is coming?"
Just when Pingru wanted to ask the old man how he knew this information, the old man turned around early, hummed a strange song, and slowly left the village.
Pingru did not catch up. If the old man wanted to say something, he should have said it long ago instead of just turning around and leaving.
After hesitating for a moment, Pingru kicked her feet on the ground and flew high into the sky. She wanted to confirm for herself whether an orc had entered the Luoze Empire.
Leaving the village, the old man plucked the strings, sat next to a big tree, and slowly closed his eyes.
His consciousness is connected with countless other consciousnesses, and what happened just now is transmitted to other "selves" through consciousness.
The lines on the harp shone brightly, and the things recorded on it also followed the direction of the old man's consciousness and landed on a new harp.
Not far from this village, a woman with a graceful figure and gorgeous clothes slowly opened her eyes. What caught her eyes was a pair of silver-white armor with beautiful jasmine patterns, and armor shoulders. Carrying a broad giant sword on his shoulders, it was extremely dazzling under the sun.
A magnetic female voice came from the armor, "How is it?"
The woman who is also a bard smiled beautifully, "Miss Jasmine, it went very smoothly. Once we take action, there is nothing we can't do.
The characteristic magic power of that guy was also completely recorded. ”
"Characteristic magic power, characteristic magic power, ha-ha-characteristic magic power! Give it to me, give it to me quickly...give it to me quickly..."
Behind the chaste Jasmine, there was a naked person, half squatting on the ground, breathing heavily. He had disheveled hair and a haggard face. He could not tell whether he was a man or a woman. There were parts of his mud-yellow body. It's like a yellow semi-solid that can shake like a slime.
"Don't worry, I'll give it to you now."
Pluck the strings, and countless moving notes begin to weave an illusory figure, which is the appearance of Pingru, Ke Jie, and Wulai.
The mud-yellow person was like a puppy, impatiently reaching out his hands to touch the illusory figure. After a while, he and the illusory figure were superimposed together.
Ping Ru, Ke Jie and Wu Lai's fakes made their debut.