The bard fantasizes again

[June 7, 1000 in the Lost Calendar, Xingmei Town, heavy rain.

One year after I started traveling, I was kicked out of the tavern...]

Fantasy again.

After Fantasy was killed by a dump truck, he traveled to a fantasy world and lived in the body of a bard named Tang Qi.

I was just kicked out of the pub because of a bad performance.

At this time, he was prostrate on the muddy street with his butt stuck out and half of his face buried in the wet soil.

A smell of mud and feces floated faintly in the nose——

That is the unique smell of medieval country roads.

The heavy rain drenched my whole body, soaking through my ripped leather jacket and undershirt. The feeling of fatigue came over him, making him feel like he was soaking in a swamp, letting the cold and wet penetrate into every pore.

Tang Qi became more and more awake: "Isn't this a fantasy? Is this all real?"

He struggled to support himself, pulled himself out of the mud, picked up the lute and broken packages on the ground, and involuntarily beat his painful lower back.

My brain is still dizzy, but the double images in front of me are slowly gathering together——

Dark clouds make the gloomy night darker.

Only the outlines of a few scattered wooden houses can be vaguely seen, as well as the unknown light spots flickering beside the eaves.

A flash of fire came from behind.

The bright yellow candlelight mixed with the chaotic noises, laughter and curses showed the only living person in the cold and dark night.

The pub is only bustling at night.

And Tang Qi has missed the opportunity to participate -

On the surface, it promotes peace-loving, poetry and music culture, but in fact it is sponsored by the Tyran nobles and praises the lords. The [Bard Song Academy] will never take the initiative to persuade a student to quit.

Unless this person really has no talent at all.

The predecessor [Tang Qi Weinberg] was an inconspicuous premature son among the dozens of illegitimate children of an aristocratic father.

After his mother died young, he was considered a trouble and sent to the Poets Academy to draw a clear line.

Various factors made him autistic and dull.

Even if you can memorize songs and music theory, and master some archery and martial arts.

It also lacks the essential qualities of a bard -

Flexibility.

When I realized that he would only follow the script and sing some ancient legends fabricated in the textbooks.

When facing the noble lord, but cannot even say a single word of good fortune.

His mentor realized that he could not arrange any work for him.

Just patted him on the shoulder lightly, sighed and said:

"The academy can no longer teach you more. Next, go and create your own story."

So, Tang Qi carried his luggage and was sent towards the poetry and distance he thought he wanted.

He walked aimlessly, all the way east, across the sea.

Finally, we passed through a bizarre forest and arrived at [Xingmei Town], where plums are a specialty.

The goddess of luck favored him to survive, but a year of wind and frost would inevitably destroy his health.

In the end, Tang Qi, who lost the favor of the goddess, was kicked into the quagmire because of his poor performance, which disturbed the drunkard's fun...

Thinking of this, [Tang Qi], who has the same name and even the same appearance, has completely merged his memories.

No different than his predecessor, he is just a third-rate online singer.

I don’t know much about music theory, so I usually copy popular songs, mix them into pre-made pop music, post them on short videos, and occasionally do some technical school rap.

As an enthusiast of group running, a board game similar to playing house for adults, he has been on the forum for more than ten years, but he has no one to lead the group.

Finally found a group to run with, and happily participated in his first time.

But he failed to outrun the oncoming dump truck...

But everything no longer mattered.

How can a game be as satisfying as personal experience?

Just live another life.

It is not difficult for Tang Qi, who is carefree and carefree, to accept this.

Moreover, there is no time to worry about the past -

He walked under the eaves of the tavern, and the sloping roof shielded him from the wind and rain:

"Sneeze!"

The feeling of being hungry and cold was not good.

The last time I had a meal was two days ago.

After getting lost in the forest, I roasted some wild mushrooms on the spot, turned around and fainted in the forest. I don’t know who rescued me, but I collapsed at the entrance of the village.

Right now, he is about to freeze, and his legs are shaking from hunger. If his willpower is any weaker, he will lose his head and fall back into the quagmire.

There may not be a chance to come back by then.

"No matter what, we must first find a warm place to hang ourselves."

Tang Qi stretched out his hand, holding the rainwater outside the eaves, and threw it on his dirty face, washing away half of the mud stains and making him more awake.

After thinking for a moment, he opened the door of the tavern again.

"Squeak——"

The furnishings of the township tavern are inconspicuous. Several long tables and chairs are full of people, but they have been pushed to the ground by the drunkards under the influence of drunkenness.

The door suddenly opened, and the cool breeze and heavy rain rushed in, causing the flames in the fireplace to flicker.

"Cut off his goatee! What blind bastard opened the door!?"

A one-eyed dwarf wearing an eyepatch was shivering from the cold. His beard was tied together like a goat's beard, but it was so thick that it covered his chest.

Qiu Jin's arm hit the wine table, shaking the glasses on the table, and raised his voice to the point of roaring, almost waking up his drunken companions.

Other half-asleep drunkards also looked sideways.

Only when I saw the soaked man at the door, with a thick beard and messy curly hair, dressed like a tramp.

Tang Qi closed the door, the smell of alcohol replaced the stench of feces, and the warmth made his face rosy.

"It's you again?"

Everyone recognizes this homeless man.

He once walked into the tavern feebly and begged the owner of the tavern, the penniless [Morning and Evening Flower], Catherine, to give him a chance to make a living.

It is not uncommon for bards to make a living by singing in taverns.

Just——

"You brat, we already gave you a chance, but you messed up everything!"

"Get out of here with your piercing old piano before I even have the will to get up!"

"Golden Oak doesn't need old stories, your songs make my grandma's ears go crazy!"

The drunkards laughed and cursed.

The addiction to alcohol has caused these people to lose their few courtesy.

No one wants to listen to the shrill noise of the lute on this night, mixed with stories praising nobles, legends of dragons and heroes -

Please, the daytime does not belong to them at all!

They have to harvest the crops tomorrow.

Fortunately, after the Harvest Festival, the landowner living in [Longjin City] sent a caravan to buy it at an extremely low price——

Ordinary people would not dare to cross the weird twilight forest to the west of the town.

"Fuck the story, fuck the legend!"

There are no dragons in this world, let alone any heroes.

In this boundless wilderness, there are only a group of savage monsters.

And the nobles who are more barbaric than monsters and exploit their labor force!

In order to escape tomorrow, they want this drunken night to be longer.

I don’t want to be disturbed in my sleep.

Twice!

Tang Qi also knew it well.

But his body did not allow him to sleep in the open.

Face has become the least important thing.

So he walked to the bar alone.

A woman wearing a simple linen skirt stood there.

She looks very young, but years of fatigue still leave marks on her beautiful face, and her skin looks dull.

The long brown-red hair is tied into a braid and rests on her plump chest.

Putting sleepiness and exhaustion aside, she is a pretty sight among a group of drunkards.

"Give me another chance." Tang Qi requested in standard common language.

Kathleen shook her head.

She inherited the only tavern in Xingmei Town from her deceased mother.

It is not easy for a young girl to maintain a huge family fortune.

So she has regarded money as more important than anyone else since she was a child.

So much so that no one can get any more benefit from her.

So refuse with ease.

Slowly stretched out his slender fingertips and pointed at the group of confused drunkards.

The voice was pleasant but cold:

"You can't compensate for the loss of driving them away."

"I promise not."

"I gave you a chance, but judging from the level you have shown before, your credibility is like a paladin's lie."

"A paladin cannot lie."

Tang Qi's thinking did not completely change, and he subconsciously replied.

"You have no credibility either." Kathleen didn't want to be so mean.

Tang Qi was speechless for a moment.

The skills of the predecessor are not exquisite, but they are useful.

The strings that have been in disrepair for a long time will always make a harsh noise.

With his weak voice, he insisted on singing a grand epic song praising nobles and heroes.

Various inappropriate combinations made the previous performances a disaster.

The current Tang Qi would not make such a choice, but it would be difficult for him to defend himself.

He just kept doing nothing, put his fingers on the strings, and cleared his dry throat——

Before he could make a sound, Kathleen covered his mouth.

The calluses on the palms of his hands made Tang Qi's lips itch slightly, but they also suppressed the rising tone of his voice.

The girl's clear eyes subconsciously glanced at his shoulder.

At a table in the corner, the long-haired man leaning against the wall was drowsy, but his eyebrows were as sharp as a snake, and he seemed to have noticed this one.

Her tone became urgent and she said softly:

"If you just want to fill your stomach, I will prepare some bread and water for you.

It is raining heavily. You can also go to the fireplace to keep warm and wait for it to stop. Leave after a break.

But please don’t cause trouble again.

You don’t want to be kicked out again, right? ”

Obviously, letting Tang Qi continue to sing will cost more than providing him with some food.

But Tang Qi was not satisfied with this.

He can't live by begging all the time, and Kathleen won't pity him again and again.

Through this rainy night, he still had to sleep in the open air.

So he wants to prove himself.

In exchange for a temporary livelihood, find a shelter from the wind.

After things stabilize, you can make plans for the future.

But the other party has already said it for this reason, and if he insists on asking for it, it will be just annoying.

He could only nod, bend down and say thanks:

"May gold and silver be sprinkled on the road ahead of every kind person."

Kathleen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the homeless man in front of her seemed not as dull as before:

"If you were so good at talking before, they wouldn't be able to..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw some movement behind Tang Qi, she quickly pushed his shoulder and whispered,

"Come on, don't stand in front of me."