My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 367: Bard Poetry

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PS1: Furious, but lucky for the new mission.

PS2: Haha, although I changed the IPAD, the radio broke at home, I was dialing the internet, and it turned out that there was no internet transmission. There was nothing saddest in the world...

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“The emperor hey hey smile, look at the great sage of Camelot, pulled up the sage's chin smile and said, ‘I didn't expect you to come out of the remote countryside so fine, see if you can serve me tonight, I'll let go of the Camelot?’ The sage vessel Yuxuan stood there and said: '...' Speaking of which, the bard stopped, took a gentle sip of wine, frowned slightly, looked at an empty glass of wine, and picked up his harp and dialed the string slightly.

“Hey, what did that sage say?” The people in the tavern suddenly started to make noise, and this place is close to future generations of Hungary, that is, almost to Ukraine. This large area is the basis of fur. Drinking alcohol is even crazier. Now almost everyone has a bottle of Camelot brandy. Brandy is not cheap, but brandy mixed with water is not very expensive. A barrel of brandy can be mixed here with ten stabs to sell. It can be seen that people here love alcohol as much as they like it.

And, of course, if you're rich, you're willing to take out some unblended whitewash to help you out with alcohol addiction.

Looking at the bard pretending to be the same, the organic man finally came to realize, though not too desperate, but the story with “emperor, horny - messy, chaotic - romantic, enemy, bed,” and other yellow country subtle ultimate killer, and heard generally, it really is like there are hundreds of itchy bugs creeping in the heart, if you don't hear it, surely you can't even sleep well tonight.

Someone slapped two Camelot copper coins on the bar and said, "Give the guy a pot of wine. ”

The red wine here is also not very good, that is, the poor quality red wine, almost all of it did not put up or smell run away, but it is also red wine, there is a little fresh fan to drink, so this pot of red wine was served up, first put down the harp pinched sleeve lifted up the bottle of wine for himself, then slightly drank half a cup, this is only one tap of the table opened and said: “The sage organ Yu Xuan shouted: ‘What's coming for me, let go of my country! ’ ”

A loud, unbearable laugh made people frown and look at the past.

It was a small group of twenty and thirty people, sat silently in the corner of the dining table eating food, the handsome woman of the man, even if she looked ordinary, had a confident temperament in it, so that people wouldn't dare to talk forward. The little girl in the restaurant was the first white coat man. Thank you. Now the blush has not subsided, so people can't help but think that the good cabbage is blind. Um, the other party is a cabbage, cabbage can't be with cabbage, or it can be moisturized with our group of shit.

So they haven't spoken since they sat there, Latin seems to understand each other, that is to say, they speak the language of other countries, this is a border city, so even if the other speaks Greek or Umma, everyone can understand, but the bard knows that the other speaks Celtic, which the people here absolutely don't understand.

And the language of the country of the wise man in his story.

Faced with such a group of people, the bard pretended not to hear the general continuation of “the emperor and the sage rhymes”, but how do you know that the smile over there is happily interrupting his story on several occasions, the bard is still nothing, now most people feel that the bard belongs to what the Kaylar sage inherited, because the legendary Kaylar sage often appeared on the mainland with the look of a bard before becoming a sage and spread his own poetry, eventually floating away.

Obviously, many of the bards are now not regarded as "unprofessional" and are treated with full gratitude to the great Camelot wisdom. The other side, as a bard, has climbed the throne of a prince of one country, and the two emperors have long sleeved and danced with each other. The two emperors' obsession with them has not been matched by that saying. What would the queen prefer?

Of course, Kerall's background, his father was the Duke and everything was ignored by others, as if people were saying that Fulbergates wouldn't tell you that his mother was the chairman of the board of directors of IBM, the world's largest computer hardware provider, that his first money was invested in him by his mother, that Buffett, the god of stocks, wouldn't tell you that his father was a congressional director classified as stock, and that Rockefeller wouldn't tell you that his father earned enough oil money to buy the entire American securities market.

And, of course, the millionaires in the United States won't tell you that they actively invest all their property in charitable foundations or public welfare funds to avoid up to 50 percent of the estate tax.

That's human.

Once hope has been gained, countless lies will be used to hide the truth of their hopes, and the last half of the phrase, "Genius is 99 per cent sweat," is masked by all parents.

“Genius is 99 percent sweat plus 1 percent inspiration, and no matter how hard the previous 99 percent worked, none of it came more important. ”

- Edison.

That's why Kerall has a high reputation among the bards, and even Camelot, a small country, has a few other meanings for the bards.

But the bard didn't speak, and the others were on fire.

Especially the one who bought the bard a pot of wine, these two Camelot copper coins were his income for a week, and the other dared not even look at him to stir it up.

He patted the table, stood up, drank loudly, and asked, "What the hell is wrong with you people? Do you want to hear it or not? Get out of here! ”

He is not afraid of that group of people. First of all, nearly half of the 30 people in that group are women. Almost everyone here is a village and village family they know in this small town. Everyone knows who to help! Helping relatives or not is a hometown affair characteristic of small locals, so even if he faced it, even if he faced more than 30 people, he wasn't afraid.

“Sorry, sorry.” The other leader stood up, and he wore a very polite white cloak with a handsome trench coat, a soft cloak covering his head, and silky silver hair scattered out of the gap of the cloak, making people look stupid.

His Latin, with a mild temperament, didn't speak very standard, or even a little vocal, but his gentle voice made him seem so steady that a big crowd of characters flourished.

“As an apology, why don't I hand play a song to relieve the monarchs here?!” The man smiled and suggested that, although he could not see his face, his bare hands outside the cape were whiter than those of them Europeans, revealing a clean and tidy smell, smiling and revealing six teeth, white and clean, suddenly embarrassing themselves.

“Can I borrow your violin?" ”His gentle greetings made people unwilling to reject him, passing the harp past, one by one into the hand of that man, gently the first note came out, and the bard was astonished! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)