<div;quot;read2">　　Byron returned to the south, bringing thousands of troops from all over Calradia, defeating a few Rhodok enemies like heroes, and saving Prince Harau, for Swadia stabilized the southern land, and its reputation spread throughout the kingdom of Swadia (although this is really sad news for the Rhodoks in the south).

The noble lords have different views on this, and their views always change with the spread of new news from the south. However, one thing has been fixed. It is generally believed that von Byron was a new nobleman who accumulated a lot of wealth through war, a legal lord who emerged in the Southern Conquest War, rather than a simple nouveau riche. Many nobles who looked at him upset simply blamed him on Byron's luck, but somehow they barely accepted his status in the kingdom.

Among the common people, Byron is somewhat legendary, especially the interpretation of his experience by bards and pop troupes has deepened their impression (Byron usually commissions Jamila to treat these It costs more than one thousand dinars a year).

Therefore, the story about Byron quickly became the best talk among Swadia civilians after dinner, and those old ministries who had followed Byron naturally took advantage of this trend. Those who are not good have lost all the accumulated dinars, sold weapons and armors, have nothing to do all day, and still live the days before joining the army. The only boasting capital is his original experience and missed being a soldier. Time of day. Those who are good people often become rich peasants, small landlords, shop owners or militia leaders with a lot of assets. They lead a decent life in the local area, telling their past stories beautifully, and evaluating what the poets say. Tell the details and authenticity of the story, and accept everyone's praise.

Among them, Big John is the most famous.

As usual, when the wealthy shopkeeper showed up, a group of people would surround him, holding up their wine glasses and shouting for him to tell the story of him and his old leader.

"Master Byron was the first person to follow him. Hey, to be honest, I was earlier than he was a mercenary, and he didn't understand anything at that time. We walked all corners of Calradia together, from The cold Virginia snowfields in the north, to the endless bronze desert in the south; from the spice market in the Kujit grassland to the fish stalls in Palavin Harbor where the sea breeze reverberates; we have experienced a lot together, more than a bard There is much more to tell you. At first we were all wearing ragged leather jackets, and now he is wearing a velvet gown of Jelkala, and I... also made it through.” John wiped the glass and said here. At that time, he showed a slight smile and pointed to the silk shirt under his coat. It was a good product from the East and worn by no more than ten people in Yeruige Town. Among them, John and his wife accounted for two.

"It's hard to imagine. I heard that you have followed Baron Byron for a few years, but what you said is too exaggerated. It's not bragging."

A drinker didn't know whether he was looking for trouble or really didn't know John's story, so he asked it inappropriately.

However, the big John has a good temper and ignored his provocation. He just glared at him, then raised the bottle and said, "Want to hear the story? Order a good bar, I can talk to you all. sky!"

Onlookers took out coins and scattered them on the table. John's wife saw this scene and walked quickly and took all the coins into her arms, and then left with her baby.

This is also the reason why the big John’s Tavern has a good business, where people always have endless stories, so that they can have a good time after being busy. As for the beer that is not cheap and mixed with water, they don't care much.

"Very well, today I want to tell you a story that I have never told before. At that time I was a standard bearer of Lord Byron. I earned half more than those sergeants in the Peony Regiment. I His horse and armor are as good as the knights, and Lord Byron gave them to me. Although the battle hurt my leg, it was a thrilling experience that I will never forget in my life... "

From dawn to dusk, customers in this lively tavern always come here to listen to stories and drink. In order to avoid a hoarse voice, John even hired a bard for a long time to perform his best poems and tell legends in his shop, so that the guests can always be satisfied.

After a busy day, except for the expenses of the tavern, his tavern can earn one and a half to two dinars, and his profit in a year exceeds that of the local knight’s small manor. John's tavern has a high income. His father-in-law owns a large-scale mill, and their wealth is even enough to arm a team of loyal thugs to protect their property from infringement. This gives their family a high status in the town. The squires had close contacts with him, and two knights who were familiar with him often came to his house as guests, which made John's life very comfortable. For a while, he even won a big fat boy, which made him incredibly happy. He thought he was really with the right person, and he became as decent as he is now.

Before the night's work began, John himself drank two cups, thinking about his past military life while thinking about the good days now, as well as the beautiful wife and the child in her arms.

"Yeah, John, it looks like you have had a good time lately."

At this time, a voice disturbed John's thoughts. And the source of this sound even worsened his good mood today.

A man who lacked a front tooth and was drunk and drunk leaning against the wall and walked in. He was a head shorter than John, and his body looked a little thin. Judging from the cane he was leaning on and the scar on his face, this guy hadn't been doing well recently.

"Tiff? Why are you again? You lost all your money again?"

John didn't give the other side a good face, and his hatred for that person was almost written on his face.

Tief was one of the first soldiers to follow Byron, but unlike John, he was timid and had no ability to make money. He was good at drunk and gambled. If he lost all his money, he couldn't join Byron's army to avoid debts. In the years following Byron, he wanted to betray Byron several times, so when he wanted to retire and go home, even though he was a veteran, Byron did not give him anything except what he had. . So his life quickly fell into embarrassment, and once again ran to Ye Ruige to collect debts, begging his old comrade-in-arms to help him. If it weren't for John, he would have starved to death or was beaten to death. But John hated him except for a little sympathy, and he had never looked down upon him.

"No~lightnovelpub.net~John, I didn't borrow money today. In fact, I plan to make up for you." Tief grinned, showing his leaky teeth, and walked towards John against the wall.

"Why, did you win money?"

John glanced at him slantingly, and asked disdainfully.

"No, I lost all, there are no points left." Tief laughed very carelessly, and even the ribs on his chest trembled.

"What I want to give you is not comparable to the gambling debts of these guys, John. With this money, you can live happier than the noble lords!" Tief said.

"You should see a doctor, I think those rascals broke your head."

John naturally did not believe what he said. But he does feel more sympathetic to each other. Although others are of poor character, lunatics and fools are still worthy of pity.

"Do you think I'm crazy? No, I'm fine, John, I'm more awake than ever before." Tief shook his head, then paused, and looked at John with greedy eyes.

"Tell me, John, where is Byron's hidden treasure?"