Chapter 75: Girls and teenagers

Bilan, who arrived in the small town of Niailan for the first time, was very new to the different scenery here. He waved goodbye to the driver he sent her over. Bilan smiled and looked at the small but delicate and delicate towns. Building huts, you know, in the aristocratic area of ​​Dolez, those demanding aristocrats always wipe every brick and stone of every wall cleanly, it looks rigid and uniform, and it gives people the same. This lingering sense of depression, Bilan, who has hardly left the noble district since childhood, has long been bored.
But today, she saw this kind of "unique" building in the small town of Niailan, the moss climbing on the stone, the wild flowers opening on the side of the road... In Bilan's eyes, before her eyes The scenery of the small town has a unique charm and a unique spirit show.
Although the quaint little houses there are only built with the most common samarium wood, they are so exquisite and beautiful, and because of the town’s love of beauty, even the balcony armrests and roof ridges are carved with many rough but not lost Aesthetic patterns are scattered to solid bluestone slabs on winding roads. Although the roads in Niailan town are narrow because there is not too detailed planning, the gaps of the bluestone slabs can be hidden in the gaps. The lichen adds a touch of elegance to the road.
A girl from aristocracy has never seen such an unassuming beauty in a small town. It is a refreshing beauty. The simple and kind-hearted Bilan easily immersed in it. The residents of the town speak with a pleasant face. Without the impatience and ridicule of Dolez City, even the merchants and vendors who have always been positioned as "profit chasers" in Bilan's heart are mostly calm and tactful, and there is a kind of simple enthusiasm in bargaining.
Although as a mage apprentice, Bilan felt a large number of undisguised magical fluctuations in the direction of the White Tower built by punk as soon as he approached the town, but Bilan, who was attracted by the peaceful township, dispelled him. Going directly to her "mentor" to report the idea, she wants to step into the town closer and feel this novel atmosphere more.
　　While browsing the various handmade decorations in the shop, while feeling the faint breeze gently brushing his face, Bilan came to the front of a shop selling bread.
　　 Sniffing the scent of bread and wheat in the air, Bilan's little Qiong couldn't help twitching her nose slightly. Compared to the "heavy taste" delicacies filled with seasonings in noble families, this plainly fermented ordinary bread made Bilan feel more mellow.
　　 The beautiful girl walked to the bakery with a light pace, looked at the trays of bread with little variety with expectation, and asked in a light voice:
　　Excuse me, the baker, here is... How much is the mozzarella bread (a kind of ordinary bread unique to Faerun)?
The owner of the bakery is a fat and kind middle-aged man, maybe because a beautiful woman came up suddenly, the middle-aged baker was stunned for a few seconds, until Bilan asked about it a second time before rushing. Busy reaction:
　　 "This...this! The freshly baked al froth bread is seven Dylan coins and one yo~ Miss, how many would you like?"?
　　 "It's so cheap, then I want it"!
　　 Ignoring the baker's surprise, Bilan couldn't wait to announce his "ownership" to the only seven or eight buns.
Although her noble family was only a small nobleman, due to the large gap between the rich and the poor on the plane of Faerun, she was also an absolute rich class compared with the ordinary poor. This trip to Bilan carried more than ten gold coins. Buying a few breads is a trivial matter.
　　 and............
Bilan stared at the small bread lying in the cupboard with small stars in her eyes. The browned crispy crust, the soft dough, the fragrant smell... These small breads seemed to come alive in the eyes of the girl. Constantly shouting and begging Bilan to buy it.
　　What is the taste of the bread in the small town of Ni Ailan? I look forward to it............
　　 "Wait a minute! Leave two for me"!
　　 Just as Bilan was intoxicated in the aroma of the small bread, a tender but a little out of date voice rang from the side.
　　 I saw a young boy in a white robe, a thick book, and a fancy hat, shouting while running over.
　　 Hearing the boy's shouting, Bilan woke up from the delicious bread. She looked at the boy a little dumb and didn't seem to understand what he was talking about.
　　 The immature boy ran to the bakery, panting, and said intermittently:
　　 "Hey! You......what are you going to leave at once......to go all...all the bread, I made a reservation yesterday...but I had..."!
　　 "Oh~ can I still order the bread?"
　　 Bilan tilted her head and looked at the baker.
　　 "This...this~ seems to be the same thing, right"?
The baker put on a look of contemplation. In fact, he was also a bit distressed. Although this kind of white bread is not so scarce and precious, it is considered a luxury among the poor. There are not many people who come to the bakery to buy bread every day. And most people just buy one or two. This is the first time that "supply exceeds demand" like today's situation. Although he wants to sell a few more breads, there is really no more bread.
　　 The baker who was considering whether to go back to the kitchen and make another piece of bread hadn’t noticed that the immature boy’s attention was no longer on the bread.
Diccito is a bard who has just been out of his teacher. He thinks that this day is his luckiest day, because he met the goddess who was fascinated by him when he wanted to buy bread today to celebrate his birthday~www.mtlnovel. com~ Looking at Bilan’s clear eyes, elegant long hair, and a pink and white dress with luxurious lace, the young teenager felt his cheeks faintly hot for the first time, he dare to say, this Is the most beautiful girl he has ever met since childhood,
　　As a young bard, he hasn't had those romantic fancy experiences yet, and he is still relatively simple and young. Diccito feels like he was at a loss when he just stepped onto the square and chanted a poem.
　　 "You, you, you... hello, I... My name is Diccito, I am a bard, sixteen years old this year, gender..."
　　 The flustered Di Qiduo spoke incoherently with the horrible "self-introduction" and slapped himself in the face:
　　 "Oh my god, what am I talking about, and I didn't go to the city hall to fill in the identity registration, it was embarrassing now."
Just when Di Qiduo wanted to find a place to sew in, Bilan couldn't bear to listen to the "crazy talk" of a large number of young people, and laughed out with a "pouch", often dealing with those who are good at courtesy. It was the first time for Bilan to see a "little boy" who introduced himself so jerky. In the bottom of my heart, a funny and funny emotion emerged.
Looking at the two suns high above the sky, it is less than noon, Bilan is not in a hurry to see the "formal mage". On the one hand, it is due to the subconscious delay made by the fear and anxiety in her heart. It is also because she thinks the "little boy" in front of her is very interesting and it is worth having a chat.
　　 So, the innocent girl stretched out a white jade hand to the young boy, smiling at the boy's flustered eyes:
　　 "Hello, my name is Bilan, I am glad to meet you".