"Oh--

Have you seen the traveler far away;

The vast wilderness, the long river of crystal shining.

That is the treasure of Kujit, the pride of heaven, we live here until the wasteland is old.

The distant world also has their own treasures, towering peaks, white snowfields, farmers' land full of grains, and a sea of ​​forests composed of countless trees.

Oh--

The men of Kujit galloped the world, and the warriors of heaven were not afraid of hardships, sabers and spears opened the way for us, and the reputation of the descendants of wolf mothers spread all over the world.

But we do not envy the residence of outsiders, our children on the grassland, we were born in the grassland and will be buried in the grassland. "

The bard plays the piano and sings the favorite ballad of the herdsmen on the grassland. For those who may never leave the grassland and eventually settle down on the grassland, this song perfectly sings their mood.

Byron looked at the bard, a sweet voice came from his trembling throat, every word was so powerful. When he finished singing and put down the piano, there was applause around him. From old people to children, everyone likes this song. Soon, the poet changed his instruments and played several other songs with flutes and lutes. These songs came from different regions of Calradia. They were sung by Swadian ancestors when they first arrived in Calradia. Folk songs, there are also bold songs brought by the Nords from the north, and there are even Rhodok country tunes. Every song received a good response, the audience was satisfied, and the bard had a bright face. Byron can be sure that if there is a girl who is married or not, he will go to the poet for small talk, and then some romantic things will happen. It's a pity that there are only little girls under ten years old and housewives who are over thirty years old and sunbathing.

When the poet was resting, Byron sat down beside him politely and chatted with him.

"Your singing is really good." Byron praised.

"Thank you for the compliment, Captain." He smiled, showing his white teeth. "Introduce yourself, my name is..."

"Niza, right, a bard who travels everywhere, an excellent warrior." Byron said his identity before him, with a smile on his face: "I heard Jose talk about you, he told you The time we met is still fresh in my memory."

Nizza froze for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter after a few seconds, seeming to remember something happy.

"Yes, that's right, Alma Jose, that self-righteous girl, when I went to see his performance for the first time, when he was wearing women's clothing, I really recognized him as a woman. He played love songs and wooed him after the performance. It was a bit embarrassing, but it was really interesting.” Although Nizza said that, he did not regard this as his own black history at all, but as a fun event. Miss. But Jose is another story. When he talked to Byron about this past, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"You are a friend of Jose's, then you are a friend of Nizza's. So, my friend, it looks like you are a mercenary business, how do you know Jose? Although he has been to many places, I really I haven't heard of any mercenary captain he knew well enough to tell the story." Niza took the leather water bag that Byron handed him, and asked curiously. "Well, the red wine from the Southwest, I haven't drunk it in two years. It tastes really good. It seems that your business is doing well."

"Yes, it's not only good, I'm also Jose's investor." Byron used a fork to fork a piece of roast lamb, and then handed another piece to Nizza. "We have a good relationship. I have seen many of his performances, sponsored his journeys and rehearsals, and sometimes gave him ideas for new scripts." Byron was telling the truth at this time, but he didn't say everything.

"Dinar allows people to make friends quickly, but apart from the dinar, there must be other things to make two people really get closer. I know his character, he will not favor the rich and the nobles, Also very picky, you must have helped him a lot." Niza swallowed the lamb in his mouth and wiped the fat from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. "It's like getting along with those beautiful ladies. If you only rely on the dinar in your pocket, you can only find a few women who do that work, or annoying people who just want to put their hands in your wallet. . If you want to win the favor of those beautiful ladies, especially those who are educated, gold and silver are not enough. They must have grace and characteristics, which can attract their attention and walk into their hearts. I will fall in love with you, chase you, and be willing to spend private time with you. The ordinary physical pleasure is not as good as this feeling. But trust me, don’t go too close, let alone accidentally make people big, keep a distance between them. Consider which step Zhou Quan has taken absolutely, or he will regret it." Nizza drank half of the red wine, with a little drunkenness on his face, and said more openly.

"I agree with that." Byron nodded, and took a sip from the wine bag. Nizza's lifestyle is free and licentious. This is an attitude of life that even Byron is envious of today. He is free and unrestrained, and he can win people's respect only by his charm and ability. But Byron can't learn from him now. After all, he now has a family and he has to consider his family in everything.

"I have been on the grassland for more than a year. I have traveled from south to north and east to west. I am considering going to the south again, but seeing you today makes me a little miss Jose. "Niza drank almost the wine, thinking of his old friend: "I heard that Dherim was not occupied. This is a good thing for him, but I don't know if he escaped the war safely."

"Of course he hid." Byron seized the opportunity and said to Nizza: "He is still in Dehrim. He and his friends are alive and well without any injuries."

"Are you serious?" Niza widened his eyes and looked at Byron.

"I don't have to lie. If you want, you can go to Dherim with us and see our friends. If you want, I'm happy to fill in another bard in my team~www. lightnovelpub.net~You just mention the salary, and no one will control you."

"Sounds good, staying on the grass for a long time, it's good to go to Dehrim." Niza thought for a moment, then nodded, and reached out to Byron.

"You are welcome to join, Nizza, you will know that we are a very good unit." Byron said with satisfaction.

"But we have to go to Turga first, right? I don't know if he is still in Dherim when we come back."

"Of course he will be there, and we can change the schedule at any time." At this time, Byron's expression became a little strange, not smiling.

"Introduce myself, my name is von Byron, just call me Byron." Byron said, holding Nizza's hand.

"Okay, Byron." Niza nodded, and returned the water bag to him as he said the name. The two sat like this for a while, after which Nizza suddenly woke up from alcohol and turned his head to him in surprise.

"Are you von Byron? The mercenary count of Swadia?!"

"Well, the title granted to me by the king, I'm not too good to refuse." Byron replied nonchalantly.