Half-elf Ranger - Chapter 474

“Fuck! Break your neck, you bastard!” yelled a coachman as he struggled to hold on to the reins of the beast, startled by the galloping white horse.

Then, he picked up the whip and pointed at the panicked beast, and scolded: “Why panic, there are ghosts following your ass? Run! Idiot, keep running, die sooner rather than later!”

“Hey! Old man, did a white horse rush past here just now?” After a while, the bard Gilt brought Thorne to the donkey cart that was moving slowly, and hurriedly asked.

“I’m not blind yet.” The coachman glanced at the poet impatiently, spit on the road full of ruts, and cursed fiercely: “If you run so fast, you’d better fall to your death on the way. “

Obviously, he still hates the disturbance just now.

Looking at Gilt’s depressed expression, Thorne became happy for some reason. He laughed and joked: “Your horse is gone, it seems that you were taken away by someone.”

“Thorn, you’re not a ranger, you can help me catch that hateful horse thief back.” The depressed bard’s small eyes lit up, and he immediately said to the ranger beside him:

“It doesn’t matter whether it is or not. I just want to punish this **** thief. When you catch him, I will hang him on the tallest fir tree for a day and a night, and let him know the fate of stealing.”

“Forget it, the road is too congested to catch up.” Thorne glanced at the dense bushes full of mud ponds on both sides of the business road, and found that it was also very troublesome to detour.

“I think you just find it troublesome.” Gilt, who was holding the harp, looked at Thorne with resentment, and said a little dejectedly:

“Then what do you say? There are still more than 30 kilometers away from the town of Twin Towers. Let me walk with you. I can’t hold on.”

“Hey!” As soon as he finished speaking, the old coachman who just replied slowed down the speed of the donkey cart and greeted Thorne:

“Lord Ranger, I know you, you just killed the Fulong beast with your own hands, that sword is really neat, it’s so cool to see! It just so happens that I’m going to Shuangta Town as well, to see that the road is unobstructed. For the sake of it, I’ll give you a ride.”

After the old coachman finished speaking, he glanced at Gilt with a little disgust, and patted his chest with his hand wrapped around the reins, and said generously:

“Since this obscene-looking poet is a friend of Lord Ranger, I reluctantly let him be with him. Of course, the premise is that he promises not to cry and cry while holding the broken piano on the road.”

“You are the only one who is crying and howling. Your whole family is crying and howling. How could a vulgar person like you understand my beautiful voice.”

Geert retorted without showing weakness: “Just your broken car that smells of donkey dung, please, I won’t sit.”

“No, thank you for your kindness.” Thorne replied to the old coachman.

Relatively speaking, riding in that very unaccustomed bumpy carriage is not as fast as his walking.

“Hurry up!” A young coachman stood on the carriage at the back and shouted to the old coachman: “Old man, hurry up! Get out of the way, the people in front are gone.”

“That’s such a pity.” The old coachman said with regret upon hearing Thorne’s refusal, and his plan to show his grandson what a real ranger was wasted.

“I urge you, uncle! Are young people today so frizzy?”

The old coachman tightened the reins, scolded the young coachman who seemed to be urging him to the rear, and then accelerated and rushed forward.

“Let’s go?” Thorne looked at the dejected Gilt: “Isn’t it just a horse, as for that.”

“Of course, that was purchased with all my remaining savings.” The bard, clutching the harp, shrugged, and replied to him very depressed.

He had wanted to count on the horse to travel around the world.

Who would have thought that it would be stolen as soon as he walked to the Quiet Forest.

As the noise and unpleasant stench on the forest road gradually dissipated, the two finally walked out of the Forest of Tranquility.

“Master!” After a while, someone suddenly shouted from behind: “Hey! Master, please stop!”

“What’s the matter?” Thorne, who was the first to react, turned around and asked.

He found a wagon pulled by two bantam horses just parked not far away, and a fat middle-aged man climbed down from the wagon with difficulty. Gold chains that dazzle in the sun.

“Uh…I’m very sorry…that…” The fat man greeted the two of them a little embarrassedly, and said, “I’m not calling you, Your Honorable Ranger, I’m calling…Master Gilt.”

After speaking, he secretly glanced at the Ranger’s expression again, and found that the other party was not angry, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he had witnessed the scene of the opponent killing the Fulong beast with his own sword. If he annoyed the opponent because of this, he would be finished.

Thorne glanced at his companions in surprise, apparently surprised that someone could call him a master.

“I am.” The bard Geert stepped forward and replied proudly.

He reached out and straightened the dome hat, trying to turn the weird egret feather to the most coquettish position.

Unfortunately, he obviously had long forgotten that the egret’s feathers were shaved by the rangers beside him, and not even the root hair remained.

The poet, who stretched out his hand, glanced at the calm ranger, and greeted the fat man: “Your Excellency the village chief, can I do something for you?”

“Please allow me to pay my deepest respect, Master.” The fat man with a fishy smell gave a casual bow to the bard and introduced himself:

“We’ve met before, my name is Hard Riley, a marine fish merchant who often delivers to Falls, and the mayor of Sunset Fishing Village. My most beautiful daughter, Shienza, is going to meet a brave Drew The adventurer Morglin is engaged, just in…”

“Ah! I see.”

Gilt seemed to recognize the Druid. He interrupted him a little rudely before he finished speaking. Then he pretended to be surprised, and put on an unprecedented serious expression. Bowing down, I sincerely wished: “I would like to extend my most heartfelt wishes and congratulations to the newlyweds.”

Seeing Thorne here, he found that the unscrupulous bard had such a side, which made his impression of the poet a little better.

However, the next sentence of the other party immediately made his good impression of Gilt directly retract, and even worsened.

The serious poet had just finished speaking, and once again changed his expression to the fat man with a very rude expression in Thorne’s opinion:

“Respected village chief, may I help you? Is it related to the right of the first night? Don’t worry, I will never refuse this. You know, I am not only a great poet and artist, but also a great poet and artist. A loud nickname: ‘Invincible!’ Many young ladies like to call me that. Leave this to me, and you will be satisfied.”

At this time, Thorne had inadvertently moved a distance from Giltra, twisted his head in another direction, and looked at a little squirrel jumping on the tree trunk.

“Ah? No… It’s not what you think… In fact, the banquet and wedding will be held tonight.” The fat man wiped a cold sweat and bowed to him more casually than last time:

“Master Gilt, it’s my precious daughter’s fiancé who wants to invite you to our village. He said that he wants to listen to a piece of music from a distant homeland at this ceremony-filled wedding.

So I made a special trip to the waterfall town. Fortunately, I had planned to give up his somewhat… rude request. Who would have thought that I would meet you here, and praise the goddess of the forest. “

It seems that this druid should also be a player, looking at Thorne in the woods and thinking.

Then he turned to look in the direction where the two were talking.

“I see.” The bard Geert’s eyes flickered, holding the harp in his arms, turning around and leaving a straight back.

I saw him proudly facing the dazzling sunshine, and said righteously:

“Respected village chief, you must know! I am a poet and an artist. My dream is to make the whole world understand that it is not ignorance but culture and art that govern us. I will never participate in the banquet where the foolish people indulge in booze and drink until they vomit! Because I haven’t fallen to this point.”

Looking at the pretentious Gilt, Thorne, who was watching, had the urge to rush up and kick him.

However, he finally held back, he wanted to see how the village chief dealt with the shameless poet.

The village chief Hader cursed inwardly at Gilt’s back, then took a deep breath and said apologetically:

“Sorry, Master, that’s not what I meant. In fact, I respect you very much. That’s why I want this banquet to be perfect, so that the ignorant world can understand what culture and art are. As a support for art… I will pay you 30 gold coins as a token, I just hope you will appreciate it.”

Seeing that the other party was still unmoved, the village chief Hader took another step forward and raised his voice: “Master, please give me this honor. If I don’t bring you back, my precious daughter will not forgive me. So…I increased the price to 35 gp.”

“40!” Gilt turned around and made a firm bid.

“Okay, deal!” The village chief Hader was obviously relieved, with a smile on his face, he quickly agreed.

“Your Excellency Ranger, if you are willing to honor the honor, I invite you.” The village chief Hader walked up to Thorne, bowed respectfully, and said sincerely.

For him, in a small remote fishing village, if he could invite a ranger who beheaded a dragon beast to a wedding, it would be a lot of face.

“Thank you for your kindness, I’ll just…” Thorne was about to refuse, when Gilt answered first: “He’s very happy, please lead the way, Your Excellency the Village Chief.”

“Don’t you know?” After Gilt finished speaking, he dragged Thorne aside and comforted bitterly:

“Participating in parties is our human nature, and it can satisfy many of our inner needs. People should meet up with friends from time to time, laugh, sing, eat lamb kebabs, drink beer, listen to music, watch dance, and even flirt together. Girls with sweaty skin.

How boring life would be if everyone met their needs the old way or had no needs at all, and refused to participate in organized group activities. In fact, festivals and parties were invented because of this, so when encountering such occasions, attending is the appropriate choice, and…”

“Tell me honestly, does this Druid player who is about to marry know you?” Thorne stretched out his hand to stop the other party’s chattering like a parrot, and asked in a low voice.

When asked by Thorne, Gilt looked embarrassed. He took a peek at the village chief Hader and muttered in a voice that only two people could hear:

“Of course I know. The village chief’s daughter was originally my first sight, but was snatched away by this guy because he could turn into a small animal. Now he has invited me with a surname, do you think he would be so kind?”

“You mean, you want me to go to the wedding scene with you as your ex-boyfriend?” Thorne gave him a playful look and frowned.

This is not a fun thing, if it is as he guessed, he will definitely not participate.

“Cut! You treat me like a three-year-old child to do such a tasteless thing.” Gilt curled his lips in disdain and said proudly:

“I’m a decent person, and naturally I won’t have the same knowledge as those mud legs who only go to the sea to fish. For a person as good as me, do you think I’ll die for a girl from a small fishing village?”

“That’s for these dozens of gold coins.” Thorne smiled and guessed his true purpose.

“That’s right.” Gilt glanced awkwardly at the village chief who was waiting a little anxiously, and then said, “You think I’m just like you, just a few hundred gold coins will be credited to the account.”

“If you are short of money, I can… lend you a little bit. As for this wedding… I advise you not to go, so as not to cause trouble.” Thorne looked at Gilt.

“Why don’t you go! If I don’t go, wait for the village chief to pass back the words intact, how can I hang out on the Corina Peninsula in the future, do you have the heart to watch me being laughed at by our compatriots? “

After listening to the bard, he was suddenly unhappy, and his voice involuntarily increased a little bit, so that after being heard by the village chief who was waiting on the side, his expression became uneasy.

“Then go by yourself, I don’t have the spare time to accompany you to fool around.” Thorne stopped lowering his voice and returned it to a normal volume to the poet beside him.

“Didn’t you come out this time to temper your mood, so that you can perfect the advanced hero level?” Hearing that Thorne was leaving, Gilt pouted and said:

“As a ranger, I don’t even dare to attend a party. I don’t care if there are too many people. What are you talking about training your mood? Are you training against big trees and beasts? Then I wish you an early success in your advancement.”

“If you don’t follow me like this, I won’t fall for you.” Thorne smiled indifferently: “I wish you a good time at this wedding tonight.”

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Hader, the village chief who was waiting anxiously, and said apologetically:

“I’m sorry, I appreciate your kindness. I still have something to do, so I won’t participate. Help me to extend my most heartfelt wishes and congratulations to the new couple.”

“Dear Ranger, is this banquet delaying your practice?” The village chief Hader, apparently overhearing the conversation between the two, wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked tentatively.

“…That’s right.” Thorne pondered for a while, not knowing how to answer, and finally nodded perfunctorily.

“Actually, the officiant of our wedding is the same as you, a respectable half-elf priest from the Temple of Merika.” The village chief Hader thought for a while, sorted out the language, and said slowly:

“Your Excellency, as a ranger, maybe the two of you can have a common topic, and you won’t feel bored, and it will be beneficial to your practice, right?”

“That’s troublesome for you.” Thorne thought for a while, and responded.

This is what the other party said. If he refuses again, it will be a bit hypocritical.

Moreover, going to Sunset Fishing Village did not affect his trip to Shuangta Town.

It is nothing more than that, tonight, I need to live in that small seaside village for one night.

As for the wedding, he has been in this world for so many years, and he has not attended it yet, which is just enough to satisfy a curiosity.

“Praise the goddess of the forest and the ranger! Thank you, Your Excellency Ranger, for your honor. Please invite me soon.” The village chief had a happy expression, and immediately pointed to the carriage and made an invitation gesture.

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