Chapter 73
The diners at a table next to the table said: "Ask the nobles for a letter of recommendation. On Sunday morning, wear your armor and bring your cross sword to the western suburbs. Go there."
Heath asked: "Recommendation letter?"
Tavern Boss nodded: "There are many middlemen in the city. As long as they are willing to pay Gold Coin, they can contact the nobles. Do you need me to recommend one for you?"
"If you go to the competition this year, even if you can't win, you can still get the guidance of your follower, Lord Galio."
Galio? Where does the name seem to have been heard?
Heath wondered: "Followers?"
The diners proudly said: "The watchman of the twilight fortress, follow the wizard to block the eight of the tens of thousands of private Legion of the Lek people. One of the hundred warriors, the Legendary hero of our Hiran Kingdom, don’t you know it?"
Heath laughed twice: "Ha, ha, it’s really not that clear."
He remembered, it was the Knight with a square face who helped him fight for a period of time after the death of Earl Croya.
The diners looked at Heath with foolish eyes.
The diners asked: "A stranger, did you come out of the northern cave? You don't even know such legendary deeds?"
Heath asked with interest Said: "Oh? Can you tell me about it?"
He said to the boss of the tavern next to him: "Give this friend a glass of wine."
The maid brought the big oak cup up.
The diners laughed heartily: "haha, thank you for your generosity."
He took a big sip from the oak cup, then stepped on the stool and jumped onto the wooden table with one hand. He pressed his chest, raised his hand high, and narrated in an aria-like tone:
"That was six months ago when the despicable Lakers suddenly provoked us... ."
"...they have only 800 people, but the number of enemies is more than 10,000. Everyone is terrified, except for the adult..."
"...The death of Earl Rideon pushed this team into a desperate situation. At this time, the legend stood up, and he bravely shouldered the responsibility of resisting the enemy..."
"...800 people attacked 10,000 people, I really don’t want to believe..."
Even these stories have been heard countless times recently, and even every detail has been cherished, but At this time, listening to the description of the diners, the people in the tavern were still quickly immersed in it.
When the diners talked about the 10,000 dead Legion, they were terrified.
When they heard the wizard killing the enemy Knight on the city wall, they cheered.
When they heard the count died in battle, they were anxious about it.
It's as if everyone really stood on the city wall, became one of them, experienced the enemy's offensive, and fought side by side with the wizard.
Finally, the diners shouted: "...they are legend! Legendary!"
The whole tavern was full of joy:
"Myth! Legendary! "
"Myth! Legendary"
Heath looked at the climaxing diners in the tavern and opened his mouth unconsciously.
Although Kuisiqi had known that he was hot before, the heat was far beyond Heath's expectations.
No matter how old and thick-skinned, I can't help but blush at this time.
No way, the diners have completely described him as a hero who is brave, strong, and wise and mighty without fear of sacrifice.
Looking at it horizontally and vertically, he doesn’t think this can match him...
Heath once again took out two Gold Coins and buckled them on the table: "I’m here today I pack everyone’s wine."
"haha, praise you, generous youngster!"
"You are as great as the wizard!"
The tavern was boiling again.
After drinking the wine, the diner raised his glass and said: "Thank you, generous youngster. In return, I advise you not to participate in the competition!"
Heath eyebrows raised: "How?"
The diners said: "Arendt’s contest is not a playhouse. I have seen too many youngsters like you who want to become famous on this platform, but What they finally waited for them was a painful meal."
"The more lucky ones broke their hands and feet, and the ones with bad luck even lost their lives in the ring."
"This is a real battle that Knight can participate in. Fighting with the wooden sword you have experienced in the countryside is not a concept at all."
Other diners also talked about it:
"Yes, the youngster who came to Dogtown last year had half of his head cut off, do you remember?"
"Why don't you remember, he didn't die on the spot, he was still twitching on the ground for a long time, that's terrifying Looks like, I will never forget it for the rest of my life."
"The old Bot's boy was also useless in the ring..."
The tavern boss is also nodded, persuaded. : "For the sake of Gold Coin, I think you should consider everyone's suggestions. Although there are not a few who are more famous than the martial stage, more of them have become the dead souls under the sword of others."
Heath nodded: "Thank you for your advice."
Seeing his expression, everyone stopped saying anything, just shook their heads in regret.
They see too many youngsters like this. They are full of vigor and high-spirited. They can't listen to any advice. Only if they hit a wall on their own can they turn around.
At this moment, there was a laughing voice outside the window:
"hahaha, your parents never told you, shouldn't a little girl go out alone?"
"Hurry up and open the cloak, the money that our boss lost must be under there!"
But I saw two men outside the tavern who were not kind at first sight were stopping a young girl. The way to go, it seems to be the drama of a gangster who plays with a little girl that often appears in storybooks.
Heath took a subconsciously look over there, but he was taken aback by this look, his expression looked very surprised.
The diners in the tavern frowned.
"Bruno's bastards again, they should be hanged on the city wall!"
"No one is going to take care of them? Call the city guard? "
"Forget it, these rascals will take advantage of their tongues, and they won't do anything to that girl."
"Yes, how can I live if I am caught in a mad dog ?"
The tone of the diners was a little helpless.
While everyone was discussing, Heath suddenly pulled his chair away and walked out of the tavern.
The diners in the pub couldn't help but eyes shined.
Soon, Heath came to the outside of the tavern, without the slightest hesitation's nosy.
He held the cross sword in one hand, and devotion to righteousness that inspires reverence said: "Before I draw the sword, leave that lady."
That passionate action, really Like the Knight of Justice depicted in a story book!
while speaking, his gaze fell on the young girl who was blocked by the two villains, gave the latter a comforting smile, and said in a firm tone: "With me here, no one Can hurt you."
That's so energetic!
However, all he gave him was a cold expression on the girl.
The pretty face that didn't say a word was full of two words: boring.
At this moment, the dusk has passed, and the lights are beginning to come on.
Under the white moonlight of wild rice, the beautiful long silver-gray hair swayed constantly in the cool night breeze.