Chapter 215

"We'll all die! Ravel, it's all your fault... I should have been lying in the haystack of the stable... You have to start today..."

The cold and dense rain hurt his face. Ravel was even more upset by his companions' complaints. He turned back and shouted, "Hans, shut up! I'm bleeding from the grantour family. How dare you question me?!"

Maybe it was because he vented his anger, maybe it was because his mouth was full of rain. Ravel calmed down a little. He looked up at the sky and found that the dark clouds in the sky had not decreased at all. He shouted helplessly: "listen, Hans! Let's find a higher place and tie the three old guys together. We hide under the belly of the horse and wait until the rain stops."

Hans did not speak. The three horses were their partners, property and the most important props. Without horses, they as like as two peas in the same class. They would rather starve than feed their horses. Now they can only sacrifice these precious partners.

Ravel and Hans silently took out hemp rope and tied the horses together. They both knew that this was not a way. The rain has poured them through. Even if they hide under the horse's belly, they can't last long unless the rain can stop soon. Haas knelt in the mud, crossed his hands and trembled to pray to the merciful Lord of glory to stop the rainstorm, disperse the dark clouds and let the sun reappear.

Haas prayed again and again, and the rainstorm kept falling. Just when he was desperate, Ravel rushed out from under the horse's belly, jumped excitedly and waved, "help! We're here! For the sake of the Lord of glory... Help us!"

Ravel's efforts were not in vain. The three figures in the rain noticed the movement here and came towards them. Haas crawled out of the mud, hugged his ravel and jumped and shouted. When the three men approached, they only saw two men huddled together, shouting, laughing and crying like crazy.

"You are really lucky. Our team is not far ahead. Let's go!"

The first man in coir raincoat looked up and down at ravel and Hans. With a wave of his hand, the huge umbrella was opened to block the roaring rain. Without being surprised, Haas hurriedly tried to untie the rope tied to the horse. Another man drew his sword and flashed the light close to the horse's belly. The hemp rope immediately broke. Ravel quickly pulled the reins and comforted the frightened horse. Then they followed the three men forward.

After walking for about two quarters of an hour, Ravel finally settled down when he saw the "shed" with the carriage as the wall and the giant umbrella as the top. The two men led their horses into the "shed" and found that there were many people, as well as cattle and horses. A tall, ferocious one eyed dragon welcomed them and said, "give each of the two lucky bastards a blanket and let them bake a fire and drink a bowl of hot soup."

A moment later, the master and servant took off their wet clothes and wrapped themselves in sheepskin blankets. They sat in front of the brazier, baking the fire and sipping the steaming broth. After two bowls of hot soup, Ravel felt that the whole man was alive again. He began to carefully observe the surrounding environment.

More than a dozen single wooden "sheds" like mushrooms cover the world layer by layer. The surrounding ox carts and carriages are the walls of the shed, and one of them is more than twice as large as the ordinary noble carriage. The people in the shed were either elite guards or well-trained attendants. The cattle and horses were also very strong. Ravel even saw four pure blood Merrill pull horses. Now he can be sure that this is an aristocratic team.

While ravel was watching the team, one eyed longgru was also checking his belongings.

"A bucket of kidney beans, 11 gold sols, 52 silver sols, 230 copper sols, two steel daggers, a short sword, tut Tut, there are three crossbows... Sheepskin scroll, goose feather pen... What is this? Harp? Bagpipe!" Gru touched the back of his head and said with a smile, "it's a bard!"

A young guard asked curiously, "Captain, what do bards do?"

"A group of liked liars." Gru's single eye showed a nostalgic look and smiled, "let's go and see the troubled bard."

Seeing the one eyed dragon coming with several guards, Ravel quickly got up, stroked his chest and saluted, "good day, gentlemen. Thank you for saving our lives. I'm ravel, a bard from the Eastern League, and this is my loyal servant Hans." Then ravel quietly kicked his servant. Hans quickly left half of the meat and bones and saluted Gru like his master.

The zhanxiong mercenary regiment once saved a bard. The Bard claimed to have noble blood and was arrogant. He ignored the mercenaries who rescued him. Finally, he cheated the mercenary regiment of a sum of money and ran away. However, the mercenary regiment also learned to write from him and made some useful contacts. Now, the Bard respectfully calls himself an adult, which makes Gru very proud.

"I'm Lord Randall's Pro guard captain Gru." Gru raised his chin arrogantly and said, "it's cold water season. Why don't you stay in the town and come out into the wild?" Before ravel could answer, Gru asked, "did you cheat others' money and have to run away?"

Ravel and Hans looked at each other. Gru knew he was right and couldn't help laughing.

"My Lord, I just won some money in the tavern, and those who lost won't let go, so..." Ravel explained in a low voice. Gru shook his hand and said, "I don't care whether you bet or cheat. Since the adult ordered to rescue you, I won't drive you out."

"Did Lord Randall send someone to rescue us? I must thank your excellency in person." Ravel said in surprise.

Gru glanced sideways at ravel and said coldly, "Sir, can you see what you want? Just wait here honestly."

"Yes! Yes!" Ravel watched Gru leave, his eyes shining with excitement.

In the evening, the rainstorm gradually turned into moderate rain. The soldiers in the camp lit three braziers and began to prepare dinner for today. Before long, the two pots were licked by the hot tongue. On the other side, two attendants devoted themselves to barbecue a fat yellow sheep. The golden oil rolled into the campfire and burst out a little spark. The tempting aroma made the master and servant keep swallowing.

After the game was cooked, the attendants took off the Yellow sheep on the grill and skillfully decomposed the crisp and tender mutton into two exquisite silver plates with a knife. The two charming maids held up the silver plates and walked towards the two noble carriages. Hans stared at the maid's upturned ass, while ravel looked at the door of the largest carriage.

The maid gently knocked on the carriage, and the door was opened. Bright candlelight spilled from the carriage. A snow-white and beautiful slender hand took over the silver plate, and the door was closed again. It was this short surprise that the jade hand as beautiful as a kite was deeply printed in Ravel's heart.

Until night, the Viscount did not summon Lord Ravel's servant. Hansen was asleep, Ravel was wrapped in a blanket and tossed about. He kept imagining in his heart how beautiful the owner of the slender hand should be.

The next morning, the master and servant of Ravel were awakened. At this time, the rain had stopped. The soldiers and attendants were busy cleaning up the camp. They put away their huge umbrellas and put on their carriages. Gru came up to ravel and said, "wash up and wait for your excellency."

After washing, Ravel and Hans carefully sorted out their clothes. After confirming that there was no negligence, they waited patiently for the Viscount's summons.

In Ravel's eager eyes, the carriage door was pushed open, and a delicate boot stepped out first. Then the slim figure came into Ravel's eyes. When the snow-white slender hand was on the threshold, Ravel finally couldn't help looking at the face of the slender hand owner.

The beautiful red hair was rolled into an elegant lady's bun, and the green eyes were a little more color than the emerald. Under the beautiful jade nose was the charming red lips, and the white face showed a touch of spring. Between the eyes, Ravel's mind became blank. His face he had fantasized countless times was not comparable to the beautiful woman's smile.

Ravel watched the beauty get out of the car. He just wanted to crawl in front of her, kiss her boots and praise her with the most beautiful poetry. But the beauty didn't care about the dumb goose bard at all. She gently stepped aside and another red haired beauty stepped out of the carriage. Ravel as like as two peas, when she saw this lady, she could hardly breathe.

The two beauties stood outside the car and stretched out the same jade hand. A young man with black hair and black eyes got off the carriage with their slender hands. Ravel's heart was immediately swallowed by the burning jealousy. Although the young aristocrat's appearance was incomparably beautiful and better than the twin beauties, it was so hateful and hateful in Ravel's eyes.

When Hans saw ravel standing still, he knew that his old problem had been committed again, so he pinched his ass vaguely and fiercely. Ravel woke up from the severe pain. He quickly lowered his hands and head, making a look of humility and honesty. The young Viscount didn't pay attention to the poet's actions. He stretched out his arm towards the door. A beautiful and moving lady came out of the car again. With the help of the young aristocrat, she stepped out of the carriage gracefully. Her white and bright face was also suffused with this faint blush. Her blue eyes stared at the young aristocrat's face, and her eyes were full of deep affection.

Three? Why wasn't I in the carriage!? Ravel lamented in the bottom of his heart.

"Good morning, victor. You look in good spirits." Count elot greeted Victor with a warm smile on his face.

"Good morning, Lord elot." Victor was a little hot. He couldn't control his blood.

It's really tender. What's the shame

Elot timely changed the topic, "is this the traveler you rescued yesterday?"

"Is your name ravel? Is it a bard?" The dialogue between Gru and ravel can't hide Victor's perception.

Several attendants quickly spread tarpaulins on the ground and arranged round tables and chairs. Victor and elot greeted each other and sat down respectively.

Count elot asked with interest, "bard? The blood of that family?"

"My Lord, I am the blood of the grantour family." Ravel practiced an ancient aristocratic etiquette.

"Grantour?" Elot could not remember the name of the family.

Ravel explained: "grantour is the family of the Eastern League..."

"Oh." When elot heard that grantour was an aristocrat in the Eastern League, his attitude immediately cooled down.

Bards are neither aristocrats nor free people. To be exact, they are aristocrats among free people. When the aristocratic blood was lost to the vassal family, and the family failed to become a family. After a few generations, the aristocratic blood in the vassal family became very thin. Their descendants could no longer wake up to be knights, and they had no money to study in the white tower. The second son of the family could only find a way out by himself. Being a bard was the choice of most people.

In the history of human aristocracy, there have been many outstanding bards, including even peak knights. They are romantic, love freedom, pursue spiritual satisfaction, proficient in rhythm and literature, and create gorgeous poems and heroic hymns. They are deeply sought after by the nobility and regarded as guests by the Lord. These great bards, concentrated on knights, poets and singers, like to uphold justice. Ordinary people regard them as heroes and legends. The church calls these knights and poets who help the people Rangers.

The heroic feats of Rangers are widely spread in human countries and are constantly spoken in the United States, which makes those children with poor families and noble blood yearn for this romantic career. This has also led to a mixture of good and bad bards, especially those of the Eastern League, who often do disgraceful things in order to live.

The Eastern League is a place of exile for prisoners. The aristocratic blood there has long been ruined by the kingdom of SUS and the kingdom of Borui. At least dozens of 100 people claim to have aristocratic blood. Elot certainly wouldn't take ravel in his eyes, but Victor was very interested in the Bard in front of him.

In Victor's view, these bottom poets connect the noble class and the civilian class. They travel far and wide, are information transmitters and rumor disseminators, and themselves have the characteristics of brokers and messengers.

"Ravel, where are you from? What news can you tell me?" Victor is used to the era of information explosion and is eager to know the news from afar.

Ravel was refreshed. He was waiting for the opportunity.

"Your Excellency, I come from the eastern alliance. I have visited the kingdom of Borui, the kingdom of SUS, the kingdom of Neville and the kingdom of Gambis. I want to enjoy the scenery of the man horse hills. Do you want to hear the news?"

Victor smiled faintly, "just say some big events."

"Half a year ago, Queen eliano of SUS held a grand banquet to entertain the visiting Elven blood nobles..." Ravel secretly observed Victor's expression, saw that he did not express displeasure, and continued: "twelve months ago, Duke Peter of Borui Kingdom deprived his eldest son Raymond Peter of his inheritance, and set his second son Meister as the heir..."

"Oh?" Victor asked as if nothing had happened: "what caused Raymond Peter to be deprived of his inheritance?"

"It is said that young master Raymond had an affair with Duke Peter's maid... The Duke was very angry when he learned about it, executed young master Raymond's housekeeper and imprisoned Raymond on ogar Island, one of the seven islands."

"Interesting. Go on." Victor smiled.

"This... King Neville personally killed an ogre inspector..."

Count elot sneered, "it's the Neville royal family who paid you to celebrate the feat of his majesty rekis, isn't it?"

"Yes... Yes." Ravel said honestly.

Victor looked at ravel in panic and couldn't help feeling something. If the little Baron doesn't awaken his Elven blood, he is mostly a bard, recruiting a servant, wandering around with three horses, performing arts for a living, praying that one day he can be appreciated by a big man, get a job that can make a living, or join a rich free civil and commercial family, or die quietly in a corner.

Thinking of this, Victor told Gru, "fill them with supplies and reward them with 100 gold sols."

Ravel was overjoyed and praised: "Dear Viscount, thank you for your generosity. May you shine brilliantly and may the beautiful Viscount be young forever."

Judy in the Viscount's dress suddenly smiled like flowers, while the Elena sisters were frosty. Two cold murderous spirits made ravel shrink his neck, and the goddess in his heart had disappeared.