Section 61 Poet

"Never... no one has told me this." The little girl pondered for a moment. "How can we master this skill?"

"Try it a few more times and you will understand it yourself." Ash Rufate replied. "Or sooner or later, your tutor... that Ms. Gana will teach you these. By the way, where has Ms. Gana been? Why haven't you come back yet?"

"She... won't be back." The little girl said softly.

"Will you come back?" Ashu Rufate asked curiously, but he immediately understood that this question was stupid, so he immediately shut his mouth.

"Ashu Rufat..." The little girl didn't seem to want to continue on this topic, "By the way, we should have lunch, right?"

Speaking of which, the time is almost lunch time. However, unlike the last time, there are no food vendors on the street this time. Even if there are, they sell snacks that cannot be used as regular meals. Of course, in such a place, you will never have to worry about eating. After all, there are so many people living and working nearby, so it is impossible to have no place to eat. In fact, when he calmed down and looked around, he found at least six restaurants where he could eat without any trouble.

"That store is good." The little girl pointed to a hotel in the distance. The royal life since childhood has created the little girl with a high vision. In fact, the store list is indeed the most exquisite and outstanding in terms of appearance.

A few minutes later, Ashu Rufate brought the little girl to the door of the store. However, far from the door, Ashu Rufate clearly heard the noise in the hotel. With the environment around the store and the main customer base, those chamber of commerce employees who always imitate the nobles and polite... Such noises do not seem to be made by such people.

Ash Rufate felt instinctively, but the little girl was excited to walk into the store.

The hotel was full of people. They were drinking, and the noise was not the expected chamber of commerce employees, nor were they hawkers or other people, but a whole group of armed men.

In the Eagle City, weapons are usually not allowed. Except for the noble district (where there are often duels), soldiers will definitely be summoned in other blocks if they openly carry weapons. Of course, some people can be allowed because they are particularly willing. But these people... are blatantly carrying weapons... plus clothes and expressions. If Ashu Rufate reads correctly, the ones occupying the hotel at this moment are a group of soldiers, and the kind of regular army.

"Ahh, what did I see?" Recently, a middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the two new people entering the hotel. "Is there an outsider coming? Well, look at their dressing... what do you guess do you do?"

"Ah, Barranca, I guess they are... bards!" said another man next to him, with three-point drunkenness. "You will know when you look at the robe that man is wearing."

"Not like, at least I don't think so."

"Do you dare to bet with me?"

"If you bet, bet, I will bet on the banker, and I will lose one, and the bet starts from a gold ore. How about it?" This middle-aged man named Baranka has a square face that makes people feel as if he was carved on a rock with a knife and an axe. But at this moment, his tone of speaking was very frivolous.

"Okay", "No problem", "I bet on three Jin Oli" and other calls kept ringing in the tavern.

"The store is full, let's go." Ashu Rufat said to the little girl. He wanted to leave, but at some point the two of them blocked their way back, one left and one right.

Well... Ashu Rufat looked around and seemed to have come to him.

"My friend, wait a moment. You are an important part of our gambling. Can you stand there and wait for a while now?" The man named Baranka shouted at Ashu Rufat.

At this time, Ash Rufate held the little girl's hand. He clearly felt that the little girl's body was shaking slightly due to anger. He pinched her hard and signaled her not to be excited.

A man in the waiter uniform came over and said to Ashu Rufat with apologies. "Sorry, guest, I know you are here for dinner, but today I was booked here... so I have to say sorry."

"So what if I pack it? I just want to eat here." Ashu Rufat said coldly. "Who are they?"

"A group of officers of the Guards." The waiter whispered. "Mercenaries."

Just like other countries, the Kingdom of Groone also has an army that can be dispatched at any time in the royal city of Eagle Falcon City. This is an elite force directly under the command of His Majesty the King and guarding the royal city, which is usually called the "Guards Legion". For Groone, who has strong aristocratic power, this army is the greatest cost to maintain the stability of the royal power and suppress the ambitions of nobles in various places. The monarchs of all generations have put in great efforts to cultivate them. In actual combat, the Guards Legion also performed well, especially in the confrontation with the barbarians, who have won many victories.

Of course, this is a thing of the past. Groney suffered a great defeat in the battle between the barbarians. Both the monarch and the crown prince died on the battlefield, and the Guards were also greatly traumatized. In order to recover as soon as possible, under the promotion of Duke Byron, the Legion recruited some mercenaries. Someone had already secretly said that this was a typical political skill. When the commander-in-chief of the Guards, General Paul, who was old and loyal to the royal family, died, this army would definitely fall into the hands of Duke Byron. By that time, these mercenaries would be the first gap to open the wall.

"Does anyone think they are minstrels? If someone wants to bet, bet quickly, and if no one wants to bet!" While speaking, Baranka had already ended the bet of this bet.

"Wait, I'll bet." Ashu Rufate suddenly said loudly.

"Oh..." This time, not only this man named Baranka, but the other officers around suddenly became quiet. One by one, they looked at me, and I looked at you, with surprise expressions on their faces. Originally, everyone thought it was just a fun, but they didn't expect this stranger who looked like a bard... Well, no matter what he wanted to do, at least he was very bold.

"What bet do you use? You can only accept Jin Oli here." Baranka said. He began to seriously look at this stranger for the first time. It was strange that the more carefully he looked up and down, the more he felt that this person... was full of a sense of toughness and coldness. This did not belong to the temperament of a minstrel, but to a soldier. Not to mention anything else, Baranka thought that 90% of this man was not a minstrel.

"This." Ashu Rufate took out a gold coin from his body. "But if you lose, I don't have to give you money, give your table out, and then invite us to have a good meal. How about it?"

"Okay!" Baranka laughed. "But since you have participated in gambling yourself, then you are a bard, you are not just a minstrel."

"Of course," Ash Rufate replied. "If I just say one thing, then don't I cheat?"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Baranka shouted loudly to the entire hotel. "Have you heard that this gentleman wants to prove that he is a poet. Come and make a notarization."

There was a burst of laughter in the hotel.

"Okay, Mr. Poet." Barranca turned his head and looked at Ashurufate. "Now that our bet is completed, it's your turn to prove it. Are you a bard? But since I am the dealer, I will naturally propose the way to prove it. The bard can tell stories first... Well, this, almost everyone can tell stories. What is the ability to tell stories? What can it prove? Who didn't grow up listening to stories? Even I can tell stories at any time! The second bard is to be able to sing. Well, singing is also common. Who can't hum a few small songs? What else can a bard do? Oh, by the way, you can also play music!"

Baranka showed a sudden enlightenment. "So, you can play a song for everyone! Of course, I heard that minstrels travel around and have a variety of songs. You can play a song, a song we have never heard before. If you can do it, then I believe you are a minstrel, don't you say it!"

His last words were shouted at the people in the hall, which aroused a lot of consent.

"No, no." Baranka turned his head, "Mr. Poet, although you show such an expression, this condition is very normal. Besides, I have seen that you do not carry musical instruments with you, but this is not a problem. Look, isn't there a harp on the corner of the wall?"

"Oye! It's worthy of being the smartest Baranka in our Guards!" someone shouted loudly in the hall. "Now, this 'Mr. Poet' is probably going to be exposed."

"Haha, that's right. If you want to tell stories and sing songs, maybe someone can do it as good as a bard. When it comes to playing, it's not something that ordinary people can do..."

"Okay!" Baranka came to the side and handed the harp to Ashrufate, with a smug smile on her face. "Mr. Poet, you can start playing. Just play it. As long as you can finish a song, and no one calls the name of the song, you will win. We will all admit that you are a real bard."

Ashu Rufate took the harp. The little girl nervously pulled the corner of his clothes.

"Let's start." Baranka said proudly.

Ashu Rufate gently stroked the strings on the piano. He first plucked it casually, and the harp made a faint and pleasant sound.

The touch of the strings seemed to awaken a memory in his heart. Ashu Rufate began to play.

When the rhythm of the first syllable came out, all the smug smile on Baranka's face disappeared. When the second music was played, he felt his spine trembling. The third melody made him forget the taste of lunch, and the fourth directly made him forget a lot of things. The whispers in the hall had long disappeared. In the hall that was still noisy just now, there is only this indescribable and intoxicating music left.
Chapter completed!