Chapter 2915: Troubadour

It was bright at seven in the morning.
The blue witch stretched her waist and opened her eyes lazily. Her gaze was the first to freeze on me, but she didn't seem to see me, panning and panning... She was still sleeping on the ground. The little hound just stopped. In this scene, I saw the corners of my mouth twitching, and said to my heart: Hey hello, I am a living person, you have ignored it?
Responding to the small grievances, I continued to lie on the sofa and play dead, trying to see when the blue witch can see me.
The blue witch looked at the little hunting dog intently, and then touched back with her backhand, but she touched the cold wall. She turned her head in amazement. She was stunned for a while, and after a few minutes, she suddenly recovered. Come, and then I turned over with a'yeah', and rummaged around for a long time. Finally, when I looked back, I saw Ge You lying on the sofa.
"Huh? When did you lie there?" The blue witch said with a curious baby expression.
My head is full of black lines, and the line of sight that fell on me just now is just a display?
The blue witch didn't seem to see my embarrassed expression, she straightened up, sighed, and touched her belly: "I'm hungry."
With a weak sigh, I sat up on the sofa: "Let's go, eat."
"What to eat?"
"Um... the bread" After thinking for a moment, the blue witch said: "I will bake it myself this time!"
Came to the old man's restaurant again and was warmly entertained again, except that there was an extra episode of the Blue Witch baking bread herself.
The half-baked bread that was put on the iron braze and baked on the fire quickly gave off a tempting fragrance, which made the old man's child greedy.
Based on the terrible memory of Taidachi pressing down on the body yesterday, the moment we appeared, he had been hiding behind his mother and was afraid to come out, showing his head at most.
But under the lure of the scent of toast, he unconsciously leaned out half of his body, leaving a crystal clear covet at the corner of his mouth.
Fortunately, his mother found it in time and quickly wiped the coveting clean with her handkerchief so that it would not flow to the ground.
The blue witch still looks very talented in baking food, at least the bread looks delicious, but I don't know how it tastes.
But since it was the first time she bake bread by herself, I praised her from the bottom of my heart, and then she floated...
She just kept smirking at me, and even forgot the fact that she was still holding the iron brazier in her hand, so it didn't take long for a burnt smell to pounce into our nose and occupy our sense of smell.
The child who had leaned out half of his body and was eager to taste the delicious food also lost his appetite, was smoked by the burnt smell and ran into the room, and closed the door.
This is embarrassing.
The blue witch was holding the toasted half-mushy bread and looked at me with a pitiful expression.
"Look at me and I didn't." I said, "The rest of the bread is in the rucksack, I can only wait for the next time I want to eat."
"Go get some more," the blue witch suggested.
"Don't go" I rebuffed, and asked, "Why don't you go?"
"Because I'm hungry." The blue witch rubbed her belly and said pitifully: "Hungry people can't move."
"Then eat well and bake it next time."
With that said, I took the scorched bread from the drill, sniffed, looked at it again, frowned and ate it.
"Hey!" The Blue Witch was horrified: "It's all gone, you still eat..."
"I have a special physique, and I will be fine. Okay, there are ready-made good meals and food. Eat quickly and do business after you finish."
The blue witch pouted and nodded her head in dissatisfaction, and then looked at me with amazement, while gobbled it up.
She eats very fast, she eats very fiercely, and also very embarrassed.
Rao was the old man and others who had seen her eating, but they were still shocked by her eating.
It was already more than nine o'clock after the meal was full.
I asked my old man if I had ever heard of'the name Xilan'.
"Xi Lan?" The old man frowned and thought for a while, shook his head, and said, "I haven't heard of it."
I said ‘oh’, a little disappointed.
"Dare to ask this Xilan... is your friend?"
"It's not a friend, it's just a little affection," I said vaguely: "I am also entrusted by others, so I can find him by the way."
The old man took out his pipe, stuffed some shredded tobacco in it, lit it, took a few puffs, and then respectfully handed it to me: "Would you like to have a mouthful?"
I waved my hand: "No, I don't smoke."
He then put his cigarette holder in his mouth with confidence, took a few puffs, and spit out the smoke. Then he said: "Don't hide from the nobles, we are here in the remote areas, except for the tax collector who will come on time, almost no outsiders come here. , So the'Xilan' you are talking about, I don't think anyone in the town knows, but..."
"But what?" Seeing a turnaround, I hurriedly asked.
"However, there is one person who might know it."
"Oh? Who is that person?"
"An old man, it is said that he was a trader when he was young. He was robbed by robbers when he was going to trade. His things were gone and his family died. From then on, he became discouraged and became a troubadour. I didn’t move, I happened to arrive in our small town, and I have settled here ever since."
"Is it a troubadour?" There was finally a look of expectation on my face: "That must be well-informed."
The old man spit out the smoke ring and continued: "But noble man, that old man is not easy to get along with."
"Oh? I still hope for advice."
"Don't dare to be it" The old man waved his hand repeatedly and said, "Don't look at the old man turning to a troubadour, but in his bones he still can't get rid of the merchant's mercy. If you want to inquire from his mouth, you have to meet his requirements. ."
"Selling information?" I murmured subconsciously.
"Yes, yes! It's just selling information!" The old man patted his thigh and said: "A noble person is noble person. A countryman like me can't think of such a proper word."
"What does he usually ask for?"
"Well...sometimes rice noodles and other food, sometimes tables and chairs and other furnishings, and sometimes people will go to the mountains to find herbs, or go fishing in the river. In short, there are a lot of tricks."
"Does the information in exchange for it match the truth?"
"Well, it's quite accurate, it's quite accurate," the old man said: "As long as he arranges tasks for you, it means he has the accurate one in his hand..."
"intelligence?"
"Yes! Intelligence!" The old man slapped his leg again, shaking out several pieces of tobacco in the pipe.
"Can you take me to find him?" I asked.
"It's okay, wrap it on the little old man!"
The old man patted his chest continuously and vowed: "My dear, when shall we go?"
"The sooner the better" I said: "Better now."
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