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Valley town is located at the foot of the isolated mountain and in a rich valley. In those days, it was the center of dwarves' foreign trade and was very prosperous. However, since smog occupied the isolated mountain, Valley town was also burned.
People who lost their homes built a water town, Changhu Town, on Changhu Lake.
Because of the loss of dwarves, there are no sophisticated weapons, rich land and low grain output. Changhu town has changed from a prosperous and rich trade center to a dilapidated, barren and deserted ordinary town.
Because Legolas was an elf, it was too eye-catching to enter the town. Alan decided to go by himself and leave the horses. The two little guys let them move by themselves. Alan took a boat into Changhu town.
After paying the taxes, Allen entered the water town. The residents here are not rich. Many people are in rags. The guards are neatly dressed and patrol the street with weapons. The surrounding civilians look at these guards indifferently. When the tax official passes by, he looks more hatred.
Because it is on the water, the humidity here is very heavy, and the streets are full of fishy smell. The only laughter was that some children were chasing and playing.
Alan came to a tavern. As soon as he entered the door, the noise filled his ears. Frowning, Alan went into the pub. A silver coin was thrown out and a glass of ale was soon put in front of Allen. Because of the heavy moisture, many people here have rheumatism, and wine is an essential drink here.
"I want to know something!" Alan knocked on the table and said to the owner of the tavern.
"Sir, what do you want to know?" the tavern owner said readily when he heard Alan's words. He remembered that Alan had just given a silver coin, but only a glass of ale.
"Do you know the former Lord of Valley town?" Alan took a sip of ale and frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the liquor.
"You mean Gillian who likes to talk big?" the tavern owner thought for a while and asked.
"His name is Gillian, but does he like to talk big?" Allen was a little strange. He was not familiar with the human Lord. He only knew that he was the Lord of Valley town.
"That Gillian used to be the Lord of Valley town, but now he is an old drunkard. He cries all day. Give him another chance and it will kill the dragon."
"Oh, my God, no one hurt the dragon. He actually claimed that he could kill the dragon. Why didn't he see him kill the Dragon when it was raging? Now the dragon is sleeping in the lonely mountain. He yelled again. It's not talking big. What's bullshit." the tavern owner said contemptuously.
After listening for a while, Allen finally understood that because the valley town was destroyed and the most Lord did not protect his people, Gillian was scolded by the people. The Lord of the world must promise to protect his people. If he can't do it, he will be abandoned by the people.
Obviously, the unlucky Gillian was abandoned. As for what he said about shooting the dragon, no one saw it except him and no one could prove the authenticity of it. Therefore, his words were understood by the people as big words to escape responsibility. The residents of Valley town who suffered heavy losses need a vent. The dragon is too strong, so they can only find Gillian. Besides, Gillian really didn't do his duty.
"That Gillian is an alcoholic now. He has no ability to protect the valley town. He can only talk big. What do you want him to do, guest?" asked the tavern owner curiously.
"Oh, I'm a bard. I'm traveling on the mainland. I heard the story of the evil dragon smog in other places. I was curious and asked about it. Later, I heard that someone hurt the dragon and wanted to find that person to understand the situation." Allen made up an excuse to prevaricate.
"Well, the drunkard is in the corner, but you'll be disappointed. No one can hurt the Dragon at all. Gillian is just a liar." the tavern owner pointed to the corner of the tavern and said.
"Thank you." Alan walked straight over with his glass. In the corner was a shabby table and chair. It was dark. I didn't know what it was. A gray haired and sloppy drunkard lay on the table and slept.
After approaching, a smell of wine came to his face and frowned. Alan knocked on the table. After a while, the drunkard woke up vaguely.
"Wine, where's my wine? Give me wine..."
Allen handed the glass in his hand, and the old drunkard who took it directly took a big sip. "The wheat wine of Rohan kingdom. It's the best wine here in the old library."
"Burp! Hey..." he gave a satisfied wine burp, and the old wine devil would be put down.
"Young man, come on, what can I do for you, an old drunkard?" the old drunkard rubbed his red nose and said.
"I heard you shot off the scales of smog. Can you tell me it's true?" Alan smiled.
"Someone must have told you just now that this is false. I'm just a liar and a big talker. Why do you want to find me?"
"Hehe, I still think I should listen to the parties."
"I did shoot off the scales of smog. If you give me another chance, I will kill him." as soon as he said this, the old drunkard's eyes turned red, but soon he vented: "Hey, but there is only one chance. I'm just a loser, an drunkard and a liar. I'm no longer the Lord Gillian of River Valley town..."
"Can you show me the arrow you shot Smaug?" Allen looked at him and said.
"Since you're interested in listening to my old man, come with me," said Gillian, staggering to his feet and walking towards the door.
Alan followed him out of the noisy tavern. Gillian staggered ahead, passed several alleys, and then entered a shabby house.
Go in and have a look. It can be said that there are no homes here. A 17-year-old boy is mending a barrel in the house.
"Bud, take out the black arrow and show it to this gentleman." Gillian shouted directly.
"OK, Dad." he looked at Alan curiously. Bud didn't say much. He got up and went to the back of the house, put away some clothes, and bud took down the clothes hanger. Then go back to the house.
At this time Allen found that it was not a clothes hanger, but a long dark arrow. The black arrow is used to shoot large animals. It is naturally made very large. Compared with the arrow, Allen thinks it is more like a spear.
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Valley town is located at the foot of the isolated mountain and in a rich valley. In those days, it was the center of dwarves' foreign trade and was very prosperous. However, since smog occupied the isolated mountain, Valley town was also burned.
People who lost their homes built a water town, Changhu Town, on Changhu Lake.
Because of the loss of dwarves, there are no sophisticated weapons, rich land and low grain output. Changhu town has changed from a prosperous and rich trade center to a dilapidated, barren and deserted ordinary town.
Because Legolas was an elf, it was too eye-catching to enter the town. Alan decided to go by himself and leave the horses. The two little guys let them move by themselves. Alan took a boat into Changhu town.
After paying the taxes, Allen entered the water town. The residents here are not rich. Many people are in rags. The guards are neatly dressed and patrol the street with weapons. The surrounding civilians look at these guards indifferently. When the tax official passes by, he looks more hatred.
Because it is on the water, the humidity here is very heavy, and the streets are full of fishy smell. The only laughter was that some children were chasing and playing.
Alan came to a tavern. As soon as he entered the door, the noise filled his ears. Frowning, Alan went into the pub. A silver coin was thrown out and a glass of ale was soon put in front of Allen. Because of the heavy moisture, many people here have rheumatism, and wine is an essential drink here.
"I want to know something!" Alan knocked on the table and said to the owner of the tavern.
"Sir, what do you want to know?" the tavern owner said readily when he heard Alan's words. He remembered that Alan had just given a silver coin, but only a glass of ale.
"Do you know the former Lord of Valley town?" Alan took a sip of ale and frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the liquor.
"You mean Gillian who likes to talk big?" the tavern owner thought for a while and asked.
"His name is Gillian, but does he like to talk big?" Allen was a little strange. He was not familiar with the human Lord. He only knew that he was the Lord of Valley town.
"That Gillian used to be the Lord of Valley town, but now he is an old drunkard. He cries all day. Give him another chance and it will kill the dragon."
"Oh, my God, no one hurt the dragon. He actually claimed that he could kill the dragon. Why didn't he see him kill the Dragon when it was raging? Now the dragon is sleeping in the lonely mountain. He yelled again. It's not talking big. What's bullshit." the tavern owner said contemptuously.
After listening for a while, Allen finally understood that because the valley town was destroyed and the most Lord did not protect his people, Gillian was scolded by the people. The Lord of the world must promise to protect his people. If he can't do it, he will be abandoned by the people.
Obviously, the unlucky Gillian was abandoned. As for what he said about shooting the dragon, no one saw it except him and no one could prove the authenticity of it. Therefore, his words were understood by the people as big words to escape responsibility. The residents of Valley town who suffered heavy losses need a vent. The dragon is too strong, so they can only find Gillian. Besides, Gillian really didn't do his duty.
"That Gillian is an alcoholic now. He has no ability to protect the valley town. He can only talk big. What do you want him to do, guest?" asked the tavern owner curiously.
"Oh, I'm a bard. I'm traveling on the mainland. I heard the story of the evil dragon smog in other places. I was curious and asked about it. Later, I heard that someone hurt the dragon and wanted to find that person to understand the situation." Allen made up an excuse to prevaricate.
"Well, the drunkard is in the corner, but you'll be disappointed. No one can hurt the Dragon at all. Gillian is just a liar." the tavern owner pointed to the corner of the tavern and said.
"Thank you." Alan walked straight over with his glass. In the corner was a shabby table and chair. It was dark. I didn't know what it was. A gray haired and sloppy drunkard lay on the table and slept.
After approaching, a smell of wine came to his face and frowned. Alan knocked on the table. After a while, the drunkard woke up vaguely.
"Wine, where's my wine? Give me wine..."
Allen handed the glass in his hand, and the old drunkard who took it directly took a big sip. "The wheat wine of Rohan kingdom. It's the best wine here in the old library."
"Burp! Hey..." he gave a satisfied wine burp, and the old wine devil would be put down.
"Young man, come on, what can I do for you, an old drunkard?" the old drunkard rubbed his red nose and said.
"I heard you shot off the scales of smog. Can you tell me it's true?" Alan smiled.
"Someone must have told you just now that this is false. I'm just a liar and a big talker. Why do you want to find me?"
"Hehe, I still think I should listen to the parties."
"I did shoot off the scales of smog. If you give me another chance, I will kill him." as soon as he said this, the old drunkard's eyes turned red, but soon he vented: "Hey, but there is only one chance. I'm just a loser, an drunkard and a liar. I'm no longer the Lord Gillian of River Valley town..."
"Can you show me the arrow you shot Smaug?" Allen looked at him and said.
"Since you're interested in listening to my old man, come with me," said Gillian, staggering to his feet and walking towards the door.
Alan followed him out of the noisy tavern. Gillian staggered ahead, passed several alleys, and then entered a shabby house.
Go in and have a look. It can be said that there are no homes here. A 17-year-old boy is mending a barrel in the house.
"Bud, take out the black arrow and show it to this gentleman." Gillian shouted directly.
"OK, Dad." he looked at Alan curiously. Bud didn't say much. He got up and went to the back of the house, put away some clothes, and bud took down the clothes hanger. Then go back to the house.
At this time Allen found that it was not a clothes hanger, but a long dark arrow. The black arrow is used to shoot large animals. It is naturally made very large. Compared with the arrow, Allen thinks it is more like a spear.
Valley town is located at the foot of the isolated mountain and in a rich valley. In those days, it was the center of dwarves' foreign trade and was very prosperous. However, since smog occupied the isolated mountain, Valley town was also burned.People who lost their homes built a water town, Changhu Town, on Changhu Lake.Because of the loss of dwarves, there are no sophisticated weapons, rich land and low grain output. Changhu town has changed from a prosperous and rich trade center to a dilapidated, barren and deserted ordinary town.Because Legolas was an elf, it was too eye-catching to enter the town. Alan decided to go by himself and leave the horses. The two little guys let them move by themselves. Alan took a boat into Changhu town.After paying the taxes, Allen entered the water town. The residents here are not rich. Many people are in rags. The guards are neatly dressed and patrol the street with weapons. The surrounding civilians look at these guards indifferently. When the tax official passes by, he looks more hatred.Because it is on the water, the humidity here is very heavy, and the streets are full of fishy smell. The only laughter was that some children were chasing and playing.Alan came to a tavern. As soon as he entered the door, the noise filled his ears. Frowning, Alan went into the pub. A silver coin was thrown out and a glass of ale was soon put in front of Allen. Because of the heavy moisture, many people here have rheumatism, and wine is an essential drink here."I want to know something!" Alan knocked on the table and said to the owner of the tavern."Sir, what do you want to know?" the tavern owner said readily when he heard Alan's words. He remembered that Alan had just given a silver coin, but only a glass of ale."Do you know the former Lord of Valley town?" Alan took a sip of ale and frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the liquor."You mean Gillian who likes to talk big?" the tavern owner thought for a while and asked."His name is Gillian, but does he like to talk big?" Allen was a little strange. He was not familiar with the human Lord. He only knew that he was the Lord of Valley town."That Gillian used to be the Lord of Valley town, but now he is an old drunkard. He cries all day. Give him another chance and it will kill the dragon.""Oh, my God, no one hurt the dragon. He actually claimed that he could kill the dragon. Why didn't he see him kill the Dragon when it was raging? Now the dragon is sleeping in the lonely mountain. He yelled again. It's not talking big. What's bullshit." the tavern owner said contemptuously.After listening for a while, Allen finally understood that because the valley town was destroyed and the most Lord did not protect his people, Gillian was scolded by the people. The Lord of the world must promise to protect his people. If he can't do it, he will be abandoned by the people.Obviously, the unlucky Gillian was abandoned. As for what he said about shooting the dragon, no one saw it except him and no one could prove the authenticity of it. Therefore, his words were understood by the people as big words to escape responsibility. The residents of Valley town who suffered heavy losses need a vent. The dragon is too strong, so they can only find Gillian. Besides, Gillian really didn't do his duty."That Gillian is an alcoholic now. He has no ability to protect the valley town. He can only talk big. What do you want him to do, guest?" asked the tavern owner curiously."Oh, I'm a bard. I'm traveling on the mainland. I heard the story of the evil dragon smog in other places. I was curious and asked about it. Later, I heard that someone hurt the dragon and wanted to find that person to understand the situation." Allen made up an excuse to prevaricate."Well, the drunkard is in the corner, but you'll be disappointed. No one can hurt the Dragon at all. Gillian is just a liar." the tavern owner pointed to the corner of the tavern and said."Thank you." Alan walked straight over with his glass. In the corner was a shabby table and chair. It was dark. I didn't know what it was. A gray haired and sloppy drunkard lay on the table and slept.After approaching, a smell of wine came to his face and frowned. Alan knocked on the table. After a while, the drunkard woke up vaguely."Wine, where's my wine? Give me wine..."Allen handed the glass in his hand, and the old drunkard who took it directly took a big sip. "The wheat wine of Rohan kingdom. It's the best wine here in the old library.""Burp! Hey..." he gave a satisfied wine burp, and the old wine devil would be put down."Young man, come on, what can I do for you, an old drunkard?" the old drunkard rubbed his red nose and said."I heard you shot off the scales of smog. Can you tell me it's true?" Alan smiled."Someone must have told you just now that this is false. I'm just a liar and a big talker. Why do you want to find me?""Hehe, I still think I should listen to the parties.""I did shoot off the scales of smog. If you give me another chance, I will kill him." as soon as he said this, the old drunkard's eyes turned red, but soon he vented: "Hey, but there is only one chance. I'm just a loser, an drunkard and a liar. I'm no longer the Lord Gillian of River Valley town...""Can you show me the arrow you shot Smaug?" Allen looked at him and said."Since you're interested in listening to my old man, come with me," said Gillian, staggering to his feet and walking towards the door.Alan followed him out of the noisy tavern. Gillian staggered ahead, passed several alleys, and then entered a shabby house.Go in and have a look. It can be said that there are no homes here. A 17-year-old boy is mending a barrel in the house."Bud, take out the black arrow and show it to this gentleman." Gillian shouted directly."OK, Dad." he looked at Alan curiously. Bud didn't say much. He got up and went to the back of the house, put away some clothes, and bud took down the clothes hanger. Then go back to the house.At this time Allen found that it was not a clothes hanger, but a long dark arrow. The black arrow is used to shoot large animals. It is naturally made very large. Compared with the arrow, Allen thinks it is more like a spear.
