The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

The hustle and bustle of the banquet was over, and the village under the night was quiet.

Around Pietrain's carriage there were several lamps, not brightly lit, but illuminating the surroundings.

Although the carriage was parked in the village, the necessary vigil was unavoidable.

At this time, someone was sitting on the ground beside the carriage. To his left was a pile of mixed mud, and to his right were three baskets full of eggs. Charles was making preserved eggs while he was bored at the vigil.

Light footsteps sounded, and a figure walked in front of Charles.

Charles raised his head and stared motionless at the approaching person with a **** gaze.

Maria knew that her appearance was at a level that could frighten people when she walked at night, and it was the first time she had encountered a situation like Charles staring at her intently, except for a few people she was close to.

Charles spoke first, and he asked, "Why don't you sleep so late? Staying up late is a woman's worst enemy."

Maria said speechlessly, "That's only for beautiful women, so let me just look like this."

"I just got up, stop by and have a look."

"Why are the lyrics so exaggerated today?" Charles asked as he wrapped the mud around the eggs.

Maria smiled, and she said, "How can a bard's work be exaggerated?"

Charles was a little speechless and said, "It seems that you are not a qualified bard, because I have to thank you for not pouring water into it."

As a result, Maria said a little depressed: "Because I am not good at this, in fact, what I am good at is the opening poetry of the banquet."

"You can hear it," Charles said. "The song you sing tonight is based on a sonnet, and if you were a bard eating at a tavern, you'd starve to death if you sang that much."

The songs sung on different occasions are different.

Most of the bards sing in taverns, and they sing for hours at a time, and if they don't water the works, they will soon have nothing to sing.

The opening song of Maria's banquet is to set off the atmosphere at the opening of various banquets of the nobles, so it should not be too long, otherwise the nobles will starve to death.

If you follow the style of a bard, the part about girls and eggs in Maria's poem will be reversed, and they will be sung as the village chief giving a basket of eggs to someone, and finally someone takes away the most beautiful girl in the village. .

What's more, this story will gradually evolve into something very obscene and violent, such as "Yi someone plays a village girl under the moon".

Now a certain person can only pray to the gods in the sky not to spread this poem. After all, he is just a little-known little adventurer. It is best to let people think that this is the work of the **** Charles in the city.

Charles rambled about all this to Maria, who covered her mouth and laughed.

Maria asked, "Are you afraid that little Linda will know that you are messing around outside?"

Charles was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Maria to think in this regard.

Seeing Charles' reaction, Maria smiled and said, "I used to show up on little Linda's birthday every one or two years."

Charles was relieved. Judging from the level of Linda's father doting on Linda, it was normal to invite Maria.

And Charles didn't want to talk about that. He said, "Let's get back to poetry, aren't you familiar with the world of bards?"

Maria said helplessly: "No way, I rarely came into contact with this aspect of poetry before. Even when I came out to experience, I was surrounded by those noble young masters who protected me."

"I want to discuss it with the bards, who are either scared to death by my face or by the young masters."

Charles smiled. As a superstar who even Reimu came to listen to her singing, he naturally had many fans around him every time he went out.

He said: "So this time you concealed your true identity and came out to experience as an adventurer instead?"

As a result, Maria said: "I left without saying goodbye this time, left a letter to the teacher and slipped out."

This time Charles was a bit dumbfounded. He said, "A big man like you is going to go on a trip. Your teacher is going to have a headache. Will he send someone to take you back?"

Maria said, "I left a letter saying that I retired and got married in my hometown. If he dared to stop me, he would pull out his hair."

"Anyway, my successors are doing well, and the teacher will not embarrass me."

Charles could only shake his head with a smile, and said, "Then I wish you a happy wedding."

At this time Maria said again: "Charles, how about you help me guard the stage when my sister gets married?"

Charles, who continued to make preserved eggs, said: "No problem, I'll be there whenever you need me." "

Maria looked at Charles who was making preserved eggs for a while, and then asked, "Is this Philip's egg you made?"

Charles was stunned for a while, but he didn't realize what happened to his ancestor's eggs for a while.

Maria went on to say: "When I was reading the books in the temple, I once saw a song singing this kind of poetry with eggs wrapped in mud~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but like crystals on the inside. Unfortunately, the practice of this kind of eggs was lost. already."

Charles nodded.

There is a practice of preserved eggs in the materials left by the ancestors. He is afraid that his descendants will not be able to get along and sell preserved eggs.

At the beginning, preserved eggs existed as military rations. Fresh eggs were packed in wooden boxes and filled with soil that had been prepared with ingredients. The soil had the effect of protecting the eggs. Under the transportation conditions at that time, the eggs became preserved eggs when they were transported to the front line. .

It's just that after the last war, the human side reshuffled the cards, and they fought close-range wars to occupy the surrounding land. The practice of preserved eggs has been lost for decades.

Maria suddenly became interested, and she asked, "Is it a hassle to do it? Can you sell me the formula?"

Charles didn't want to use the method of preserved eggs to make money. After all, his ancestors had done it before, so he told Maria the recipe for making preserved eggs using the mud wrapping method and soaking method in a few words.

"It's that simple?" Maria couldn't believe it.

"It's that simple," Charles said.

Then he asked again, "Aren't you going to change your career to sell Philip eggs in the future?"

"Is there any problem?" Maria said, "I want to eat too. Not only do I want to eat, but there are many people who want to eat."

Charles looked at Maria suspiciously. Her appearance fee was not low. She was still expensive. As long as her voice was fine, she would not be able to sell preserved eggs.

Maria just smiled, and finally said some words of thanks and went back to sleep. Charles also wrapped the eggs in mud and put them in the jar.

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