Chapter 212： Outsider

Ice Rock City.

In an ordinary pub in the west of the city, the atmosphere is warm and cheerful.

Wooden tables and chairs were randomly moved around the hall, and the space left in the middle became a simple dance floor. The enthusiastic and heroic people from the North were showing off their lame dances to their heart's content, drinking the spicy and refreshing barley wine.

The tavernkeeper commanded several attendants to bring out all kinds of food and drinks from the bar, and the flames burning in the fireplace dispelled the chill of early spring.

Ding Dong——

In the crisp doorbell, a fancy young man in purple clothes and a red soft hat walked into the tavern.

On his shoulders hung a harp, which was the favorite instrument of the bard.

When everyone in the tavern saw the young man, they cheered and seemed to be familiar with him.

An alcoholic shouted, "Dear Mr. Bard! What story do you plan to bring to us today?"

The young bard took off his red soft hat, walked to the center of the dance floor with his chin held high, and said with restraint: "I have a good story, but do you have a good wine worthy of it?"

"Why don't you have a good drink!" everyone roared and looked at the tavern owner behind the bar.

The tavern owner shook his head reluctantly, took out a bottle of beautifully packaged red wine reluctantly, and shouted: "Three silver coins! Remember to check out for him!"

"I know, our rewards have always been generous!"

"But the story needs to be wonderful, otherwise I won't pay for it!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, what good story is there today?"

...

Amid the urging of the crowd, the bard took the wine handed by the innkeeper unhurriedly, raised his head and took a sip, then closed his eyes with enjoyment.

It wasn't until everyone's condemnation became more intense that he opened his eyes again, as if still reminiscing about the taste of the wine, and shook his head and fiddled with the harp in his hand.

In the crisp sound of the piano, the tavern gradually quieted down, only the charcoal in the fireplace made a crackling sound.

Drinkers took their seats one after another, waiting patiently for the bard's performance.

"Today, I bring you the story of Viscount Angele's expedition to the troll empire."

"Oh, wait!" a drinker interrupted immediately, "How many times have we heard the story of the Viscount Lord's expedition to the troll empire in the past few days, can you have something new?"

"Yes, yes! Otherwise don't blame us for not paying for your alcohol!"

Hearing the clamor of the crowd, the bard hummed impatiently and said, "Of course I won't tell you what you all know."

"Then what are you going to talk about?"

"Today I want to tell the story of how Viscount Anglia killed the troll emperor. Do you want to hear it?"

"Listen, listen, listen!"

Everyone suddenly became quiet.

Although Colin’s expedition to the Troll Empire has spread throughout the streets and alleys of Ice Rock City, some of the details have not been disclosed. At this time, the bard actually said that he knew the most dramatic scene of the expedition. Of course everyone is interested in the details.

The bard coughed a few times, plucked the strings again, and began to chant:

"It was a snowy morning,

Outside the city of the Troll King, the black cavalry forces are crushing the territory.

Evil trolls have been hiding behind the decaying royal city,

Dare to face the edge of the black cavalry.

The incarnation of justice, the heroic and invincible Viscount Angele,

Issue a duel invitation to the cowardly troll emperor..."

"Duel?" A voice suddenly interrupted the bard, "How did I hear that Viscount Angley invited the troll emperor for a meeting?"

"Huh?" The bard's brows suddenly curled up, "Who interrupted me?"

Everyone followed their prestige, and saw two middle-aged men sitting opposite each other in the corner.

Under the dim candlelight, they couldn't see their faces clearly, but their voices were very strange.

"Hey, you two outsiders who don't understand the rules, you are not welcome here."

The crowd suddenly clamored, trying to drive away the two outsiders who disturbed them from listening to the story.

The tavern owner frowned and walked over. He just wanted to scold him, but after seeing the expensive clothes on the other party, his tone suddenly became more relaxed:

"Sorry, you two, please leave as soon as possible. I don't want to cause trouble either."

The two outsiders looked at each other and smiled without embarrassing the tavernkeeper. After throwing out a few silver coins, they got up and walked out.

The tavernkeeper picked up the silver coin and sighed in his heart--

They are really two generous customers.

So, he turned his head and reprimanded the drinkers in an annoyed manner: "You bastards, just drove away two major customers!"

Naturally, the drinkers were smiling hippies again. They all expressed that they would take care of the tavernkeeper's business and persuaded him not to entangle the two outsiders.

...

Out of the tavern, the younger one of the outsiders said to his companion: "My lord, I actually heard a new version."

"Yes." The older outlander smiled, "Hehe, now there are five or six versions of the story about how Viscount Anglia killed the troll emperor.

Some said they were killed in a duel, some were killed suddenly during the meeting, some were killed in a sneak attack after the talk, and some were killed by the black cavalry posing as troll captives..."

"I always feel that someone is deliberately spreading these different versions, and the purpose is probably to hide the real process."

"But why do you want to do this? Why do you want to hide specific details for such a glorious thing as the beheading of the troll emperor?"

"Perhaps, the methods Viscount Anglia really took... a bit despicable."

"Maybe. But in battle on the battlefield, there is no need to do everything, so there is no despicable thing that is not despicable."

"Viscount Angele is still young after all, I am afraid he still wants to establish a glorious image for himself."

"Haha, young..." The older foreigner shook his head, and didn't know what he was denying. "Let's go, I have been walking around Ice Rock City for so many days, and I should also meet the magical Viscount Anglia. NS."

"Yes, my lord."

...

Two foreigners came all the way to the Red Fort.

The night was dark, and the guards in front of the castle blocked their way and asked: "Who are you?"

The older outsider shakes off his cloak to reveal the golden lion badge on his chest.

The guard suddenly widened his eyes: "You, are you the messenger of the Saint Hild family?"

"Don't you know me?" The outsider took two steps forward, letting the light of the torch illuminate his face.

The guards looked carefully for a long while, and they all felt that this person was a bit familiar.

Suddenly, one of the guards finally remembered and exclaimed: "Holy...Master Duke of St. Hild! It's really you! Huan...Welcome to the Red Fort!"

"My lord Duke?" The rest of the guards just woke up from a dream and hurriedly bowed to salute.

The Duke of St. Hild smiled and waved his hand, and said, "Where is Colin? If he is still asleep, let him see me."

"Yes, yes!" The guards hurriedly welcomed the Duke of St. Hild into the Red Fort, and at the same time, one person hurried to the lord's bedroom.

The Duke of the North came to Bingyan City silently like this.