Reckless Through The New World

~: The Story of the Traveler II: The Wind-l

"Don't ask me where I came from, my hometown is far away..." The handsome bard played the lute, and the melodious singing echoed in the small tavern.

Hearing the singing, everyone in the tavern closed their eyes and enjoyed it silently. Even the people passing by outside stopped and listened to this beautiful song quietly.

When Isabella drove the sheep back to the village in the sunset, she saw this peaceful picture.

She was taken aback, thinking that something was wrong in the village, she hurried to shake a villager who was standing still, and was then complained by others.

"Little Isa, if you shake like this, uncle's neck will be broken by you."

Isabella blushed suddenly, stopped, and asked, "What's going on? Why are you all staying here?"

"We're listening to songs. There's a bard in the village. He's handsome, and he sings very nicely!" The uncle said with a smile, "Let's go and have a look.

Isabella blushed again, but instead of going to the tavern, she drove the sheep home, one by one, into the sheepfold, checked the sheepfold carefully, and hurriedly made sure that the sheep would not run out. Run to the pub.

It was getting late, and people in the tavern were talking and laughing. As soon as she entered, she saw a handsome man in a white linen robe talking to the village chief.

In this village, the village chief is undoubtedly a big man. He is responsible for the liaison between the village and the lord, the number of places to serve on duty, the share of taxes paid, the various part-time jobs held by the villagers... Most of them are responsible for the liaison with the lord's castle. . It can be said that he covers the sky with only one hand, and in this village, he almost has the status of a lord.

Usually, when Isabella faced the village chief, she was somewhat frightened. Not only because the village chief is very powerful, but also because the village chief's son, Dak, is eyeing her, and often comes to talk to her when she has nothing to do.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with Dak. He is tall, strong, and knows how to shoot arrows. He is the most outstanding young man in this village. But Isabella always felt that just like him like this, and then getting married, was a bit...how to put it, a bit boring.

Because she refused to accept Dak's offer, she was afraid to meet the village chief. But at this moment, she didn't care about the village chief at all, and her eyes were attracted by that man!

At first glance, he looked very young, as if he was only seventeen or eighteen years old; but upon closer inspection, he felt that he was already in his twenties, exuding a mature temperament. There was a smile on his face. It wasn't the kind of smile that the hairy boy pretended to be amazing, or the kind of smile that the old man used to cover up his belly full of calculations, and it wasn't the kind of stupid big guy who just had an empty head and was full. Ha ha, a silly smile, but a smile that is warm, peaceful, full of strength, but not afraid or disgusting at all.

Seeing his smile, Isabella unknowingly walked over to the table and asked in a soft tone that she would never normally have: "Are you... a bard?"

The handsome man nodded with a smile, picked up a strange-looking piano from under his feet, and played it casually.

The sound of the piano ding dong ding dong, like spring water flowing down from the high mountain, flowed into her heart.

The lyre played for a while, and the bard sang, his song with a wonderful vibrato, the notes beating on the tongue, on the strings, in people's ears, and in Isabella's heart.

The whole tavern was quiet again, only the melodious sound of the piano and the singing echoed.

After a while, when the performance of the song ended, the bard stood up to greet everyone, and everyone came back to their senses and applauded.

Of course Isabella was also applauding, and she was the one who applauded the loudest.

To the applause, the bard extended his hand to her with a smile.

Isabella then reacted - asking the bard to perform, you have to pay.

Besides, seeing how beautiful this bard's violin and singing are, it would be expensive to invite him to perform a song, right?

She went to feel in her pocket, only to find a few copper coins.

Her face suddenly turned red, as if it was about to burn.

The bard smiled and took a copper coin from her hand: "This copper coin is a condolence to my old friend."

As he spoke, he lightly flicked the piano in his hand with his fingers, telling everyone his identity as an "old man". Then he said: "As for me, beautiful girl, your smile is the best reward for me."

Isabella's face was no longer hot, and the flames came to her heart.

She was about to say something when she suddenly remembered that she had been herding sheep today, and she was carrying the lamb into the sheepfold just now, her hands were dust and wool - she actually put such hands in front of the bard already? !

Omg!

Her face turned red again, and she ran out quickly.

"What's wrong with her?" the bard asked in confusion.

"Young girls are like this." The village chief said with a smile. "Their minds are like birds. They are on the ground for a while, on a tree for a while, and fly away for a while. They don't understand what they are thinking at all."

The bard smiled and said, "You are right, young girls are as lively and lovely as birds."

After speaking, he played the piano again: "This song is for the birds."

Isabella ran to the village well, faster than when she encountered the wolf last year. But at that time, she was picking up a stick to beat the wolf, but now, she is busy washing her hands.

Three times five and two, the shepherdess lifted a bucket of well water. She was about to put her hand in, but stopped.

Just now... when the bard took that copper coin, he seemed to have touched this hand...

She hesitated for a moment, thinking carefully about whether it was necessary to wash her hands.

Just then, the singing came from far away.

Standing beside the well, she listened to the melodious singing and showed an intoxicated smile.

After a while, when the song was over, she nodded, put down the bucket, and went home to bring the bucket for carrying water.

How about just washing one hand! She's going to wash herself up and down and dress up, and then she's going to listen to the bard!

The weather in autumn is a bit cold, and it feels a bit biting when the well water falls on her body, but Isabella doesn't feel cold at all. On the contrary, while taking a bath, thinking of the bard's smile, she actually felt that the well water was a little warm.

Perhaps, this warmth does not come from well water, but from her heart.

Take a shower, change clothes, and fix your hair. It took Isabella a long time to dress up beautifully—in the past, she only took such trouble to dress up when she was attending a festival in the village.

Then, she came to the door of the tavern.

The guests in the tavern have all returned, and now the tavern is somewhat empty, only the bard is still sitting in the corner.

In front of him were bread, wine, and broth, and he ate leisurely by himself. Obviously it's just the action of eating, but it also shows a very beautiful rhythm, just like his whole person is a piano, always playing.

Isabella took a deep breath and walked over.

"Thank you for the song." Her voice trembled a little at first, but soon calmed down. "My name is Isabella."

"Isabella, a very nice name." The bard smiled, as if draped in moonlight, "My name is Nabil, and I am a man who travels the world like the wind."