Just as Brian was secretly planning his next actions in his mind, the half-elf bard sitting on the chair interrupted his meditation.

"Hello, my wizard friend, let me introduce myself. My name is Elend Windfall, a poet from Susar City." He came back to his senses and saw the bard put down the wine in his hand and smiled.

Look at yourself.

Elend Windfall?

Brian's mind quickly recalled the many famous bards in Susar City, and found that there was no such person at all. He immediately replied: "My name is Brian, and I am also from Susar City."

"Your name is Brian?" When the half-elf poet who called himself Elend heard this, his expression changed, and the wine he was holding almost sloshed out of his excitement.

The wanderer Tuka and the warrior Lando on the side also had a hint of surprise in their expressions when they saw the poet's appearance.

Seeing the other person's change after hearing his name, Brian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

He could clearly feel that the half-elf poet had heard of his name.

But his expression didn't look like he had met an acquaintance. It felt more like he had found a stranger he had been looking for for a long time.

For a moment, he was a little confused.

After all, this was his first time back on the surface, and except for the golden elves Severil and Hesiah he met in the Underdark, he didn't seem to have come into contact with any surface people.

"Yes, my name is Brian." He looked at the poet calmly and nodded slightly.

"Sorry to make you laugh." The bard looked at everyone and explained with a smile:

"In fact, I also have a friend named Brian. We parted ways in Sousal City, and unknowingly it has been fifteen years. Thanks to the blessing of the goddess of luck, I realized that I missed this person so much.

Friend. So, when I suddenly heard the same name and city, I didn’t even react.”

“Only when you look carefully do you realize it.”

The poet took a sip of wine and joked: "You can't be my long-lost friend, because you are much more handsome than him."

"Tch!" Lando glanced at Brian and curled his lips. The wanderer beside him quickly winked at him, lest he say the next thing.

Brian looked at the poet who was talking and laughing freely, with an expression that asked you to believe it or not, and said calmly, "Windfall? I seem to remember that there is such a surname in Susar City, but if my memory is correct,

If so, this family is all about making bread."

"Perhaps I am the first in my family to pull my hands out of dough."

The poet responded with a smile, "But let the past go. My past is best thrown into the oven. I don't want the dough to ruin my hands. I not only want to live and practice, but also show my love in this world."

The gift of a poet.”

"How shameless."

Lando, the warrior on the side, ignored the rogue's look and suddenly said, "The people of the Windfall family earned their surname through honest labor, but do you have even a little flour on your hands?"

"Of course not. After all, I have found a more suitable path."

Ellender couldn't help but look at his hands and recalled: "However, after you reminded me, I suddenly missed the Orc Tavern next to the family bakery. Do you still remember the taste of 'Orc' bacon?"

"Is this bacon made from orc meat?" Tuka the Wanderer asked curiously.

"No, this is not made by orcs, but made by orcs." Brian replied: "A half-orc named Haug was the first to discover this spicy recipe for marinating pork strips. You

You can smell the fragrance almost a hundred feet away."

He knew that the poet was testing him, and he was already prepared for it.

Because he would never weave lies that could not withstand scrutiny.

"That's right." Elend's bright silver eyes flashed and he answered:

"Orcs sometimes call it 'Gruush Pork,' seasoned with black pepper and garlic. And halflings might pour some maple syrup to smooth the edges. But in my opinion, this is not the best effect."

"That's because the half-orc Haug has long forgotten his original intention and replaced the pork from the Doomsday Dome with domestic pigs raised in Daotan Town. Naturally, the original taste cannot be tasted." Brian looked at the poet and said,

Say it in a suggestive tone.

At this moment, he had confirmed that there was no problem with the poet's origin, but his instinct told him that the other party had a big problem.

Could it be someone from the Harpers?

Brian had a vague feeling that his guess should be correct.

After all, Mokou Town is controlled by Sanlin Pagoda, and their mortal enemy, the Harper Scout with a strong sense of justice, will definitely be unable to bear the loneliness and want to get involved.

If that were the case, it would have saved him a lot of trouble searching for them.

The Harpers, the interventionists from the mainland, a group of insane idealists, would be very lively if they participated in the battle to overthrow the rule of Mokou Town.

"Yes, this smell is just like the current Mokou Town. You can no longer feel the original smell." The poet said with emotion.

When Brian heard this, his expression changed. He changed the topic and asked curiously: "Mr. Fengpu, from what you just said, I can feel that you seem to know Miss Natasha from the Ghost City very well."

In fact, he knew better than the other party. The reason why he asked this was just to test him and see if he was a Harper scout.

Tuca and Lando also pricked up their ears and pretended to listen carefully.

Apparently, they were also interested in the bride.

"As a poet, it is my duty to collect knowledge from everywhere." Elend put down the half-filled glass of wine in his hand and said:

"Whether it's out of curiosity or because this lady is about to hold a wedding in Mokou Town, we will face her soon, so there is no harm in talking about it. But please believe me, the more you hear, the more you see.

, the more scared I am.”

"She can't eat people, right?"

Wanderer Tuka said curiously: "I heard that this lady from the Ghost City has been transformed into a ghost. Isn't the ghost man's lower body cold and wet, like ice cubes?"

Hearing Tuka's inquiry, Brian suddenly recalled some interesting things.

There are indeed some players who have tried it out of curiosity.

It is said that after trying it, it directly left a shadow in my heart, and even affected the real world, causing me to not raise my head for more than half a year.

"No, this beautiful lady is not a ghost. As for whether she is cold and wet, I suggest you try it yourself and you will know." Ellend finished speaking seriously, looked around, deliberately lowered his voice, and said to everyone.

:

"But I heard that this bride likes to feed her dragon beast pets with live people and bathe them with the blood of virgins to keep their skin smooth and soft. Moreover, her desire is very strong. She has a mercenary group under her to feed her life roots.

A family whose son is one foot long."

The poet paused deliberately and whispered vividly, "However, such a long life still cannot satisfy her. She has been hanging out with the Bedai barbarians for too long, and is used to being ridden by stallions. She feels that men are not powerful enough.

Not only does she kill without batting an eye, she is also a madman who likes to perform blood sacrifices. Lying is as natural as breathing, and she can fall out faster than turning over a book. She tears up treaties and tortures envoys. She is just as crazy as her father. After all, this is determined by blood. "

Although the poet in front of him likes to spread all kinds of gossip like ordinary bards, in Brian's opinion, at least a few points he said are very correct.

Bathing with hot blood is not to keep the skin smooth and soft, but because of the sequelae of the shadow spell practiced by the opponent.

Brian also agreed with tearing up treaties and torturing envoys.

In the game world, he had the honor to hear about the history of Mokou Town.

Among the most famous events, in addition to the red dragon attack in the Year of Flame and Despair ten years ago, which led to the fall of the town from the Kingdom of Cormyr, there was also a horrific bloody wedding.

No, it should be called Shadow Wedding.

There is no doubt that the protagonist of the wedding is Miss Natasha from the City of Ghosts.

The other party is not only a fourth-level shadow mentor, but her father is also one of the twelve ghost princes.

Originally, Mokou Town was jointly managed by the Sanlin Pagoda Society and the town's richest man, a businessman from Cormyr, Gral.

However, with the intervention of the City of Shadows, Natasha was allowed to marry Graal's son in the name of marriage.

As a result, on the night of the wedding, the bride Natasha tore up the treaty and set up a shadow circle at the merchant Graal's manor. All the guards and mercenaries in the entire manor were transformed into undead creatures overnight.

From then on, Mokou Town became the territory of Sanlin Pagoda Society and Yinhun City.

Finally, during another Demonic Dragon Rebellion, the two forces seemed to make some concessions, causing the forces of the Dragon Worship Sect to join Mokou Town.

Brian was not sure whether the poet was revealing this information to him intentionally or unintentionally.

However, when he saw the increasingly ugly expressions of the rogue Tuka and the warrior Lando, he suddenly realized that these two guys might have had ulterior motives in inviting him to the wedding.

"It seems that you really know this bride from the City of Shadows very well." Brian looked at the poet, thought about it, and then said: "Then I am very curious, how well do you know Lord Angus of the Sanlin Tower Society?

how much?"

After asking this question, he glanced at the rogue and the warrior inadvertently, and saw that these two guys looked uninterested.

The soldier named Lando was even immersed in the description of Natasha, and his face became increasingly ugly.

"Are you referring to Lord Angus, the Heron Knight?" The bard put down his wine glass, smiled slightly, and looked into Brian's eyes with his eyes that were like molten silver.

"Of course, I have long heard that herons are the most royal animals." Brian took a sip of wine and said pointedly.

Angus, the Heron Knight, belongs to the Sanlin Towers and is also Bane's Blackguard.

He has a hundred powerful heron cavalry under his command. They wear black armor and steel helmets with a heron feather swaying in the wind.

Many of these cavalry served as Bane's priests and blackguards.

In addition to these one hundred cavalry, the lord of Mokou Town also hired around 1,000 mercenaries, mainly the Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Group.

Brian guessed that the fundamental reason why businessman Grall married the City of Shadows was because of the pressure from the Sanlin Towers, which pushed him to this point.

Therefore, he was curious about what role the Sanlin Tower people played in the Shadow Wedding.

"Standing on one foot and eating frogs is called Wang's style?" the wanderer curled his lips in disdain.

"Yes, I think so too, the heron is very timid." Elend, the half-elf poet, said disdainfully:

"Once, I went hunting with my friends and found a group of herons feasting on tadpoles and fish in the shallows. They looked quite majestic, but when they saw the falcons passing by, they were so frightened that they seemed to have encountered giant giants.

The dragons fled for their lives in panic, and I asked my friend to shoot one down. It tasted like a duck, but it had too little fat to taste."

"What about the richest businessman Graal?" Brian asked next.

If the other party was really a Harper scout, the meaning of his words would be obvious.

At this moment, Brian had almost confirmed the other party's identity.

The only thing that puzzled me was why the poet told him these things.

From the moment he knew his name, why did he show that expression, and his attitude obviously changed from cold to enthusiastic.

Could it be that the person she asked Harper to scout is looking for her?

Brian finally realized the problem. He felt that if he had time, he would definitely find an opportunity to have a good talk with the poet.

"In fact, the most famous thing in Mokou Town is Grall." The poet glanced at the warrior Lando inadvertently and said with a smile:

"This is a super fat man who likes to wear black coats and white linings, so he is called: 'Fat Catfish'. It is said that he is so fat that he can't stand up without help and can't even control his excretion, so he always has urine on his body.

The smell, no matter how strong the perfume is, can't cover it up..."

"Fart! You smell like urine! Why are you talking?"

The soldier Lando couldn't sit still. He slapped his palm on the table and the wine glasses banged, causing the surrounding drinkers to quiet down and look here involuntarily.

Originally, Brian was still thinking about the meaning of the poet's words.

Seeing the red-faced and thick-necked look of this irritable young man, he immediately realized that the other party deliberately said these words to anger Lando.

He recalled the change in Lando's expression when the poet talked about Miss Natasha in the City of Ghosts, then the Heron Knight and the Fat Catfish, as well as the fact that the other party invited them to the wedding, and he finally figured out the reason.

If his predictions are correct, this irritable young man is likely to be another tragic male protagonist in "Shadow Wedding".

Of course, he may not realize it yet.

He secretly regretted why he didn't find out the name of the leading actor in the wedding.

"It's a joke, it's a joke." Elend stretched out his hand and motioned for him to sit down. "Young people, don't be so impulsive. You can't stand jokes."

"Sit down quickly, didn't you invite us to your wedding?" He said in an inaudible voice, "Do you think so, Master Rando?"

The red-faced warrior's expression froze, and he was dragged back to sit down by the wanderer beside him.

"That's right. In addition to asking me to hire poets, my father also asked me to invite as many wizards as possible to support my wedding." Lando's expression softened, and when everyone's attention was diverted, he became angry.

He whispered hummingly.

"Sir Brian, what do you think?" Tuka the Wanderer said cautiously.
Chapter completed!