Roman Peak is located at the junction of the Kingdom of Frankley and the Holy Empire.

It is a huge peak that is thousands of feet high, with a steep and changeable terrain and surrounded by greenery.

However, the abundant materials have provided many wild animals and gradually became a natural hunting ground for the two countries.

Roman Town is an adventure town near Roman Peak.

The adventurer settled here and entered Roman Peak for hunting, while the nearby nobles came here to get the items they needed from the adventurer.

Adventurers' lives are monotonous and dangerous. Apart from hunting, bars should be their most frequent place to visit.

Mailer Bar is a bar located in Roman Town, and it is also the most famous bar in the town. The owner of this shop is an adventurer with thirty years of adventure experience. Not only that, it is also a famous adventurer. There are rumors that he once slaughtered dragons, but not many people know the truth or falsehood of the matter.

The bar decoration is very simple. Apart from the quaint tables and chairs, there is only the monotonous price of wine written on the wall.

However, the reason why the bars are famous is not because of the wine and decorations, but because there are often bards here. But bards who are not allowed to tell stories here can drink wine for free. This condition has led to many bards passing by.

For adventurers with boring life, a bard who can tell stories naturally attracts them.

"Mayle, why are there no minstrels today? What I like most is to hear them telling some of them and exposing their lies."

"How many minstrels are there? And your attitude has driven away some minstrels." Male said angrily.

"What does this matter? I'm not the fool who talks nonsense."

"I want to listen to intentionality and find faults, which is even harder than me."

Maile spread his hands and put the prepared wine on the wooden table.

There was a burst of laughter in the bar.

"You are so hard to serve."

"We serve you well, or we will give you money for alcohol."

Faced with the cheers from everyone, Maile suffocated his hands and made a "go away" sound from his mouth.

Amid laughter, the wooden door of the bar was pushed open.

The old wooden door and the bells hanging on it made a sound.

A strangely dressed guest walked into the bar, and his gorgeous clothes seemed out of place with the adventurers in the bar, and the feather caps and harps were the expressions of the bard.

"Are you a bard?" Male was not sure.

The man in front of him revealed a noble aura.

Although I have heard that a small number of minstrels are composed of children of noble children who are idle and have nothing to do, Male has not seen such minstrels. Most of the minstrels are homeless people who have been destroyed by ferocious beasts or are displaced by the lords. This is why his bar can attract minstrels.

"I heard you have drinks here for entertaining the bards."

The man did not deny it, and judging from this sentence, he even recognized his identity as a bard.

"Yes!"

Maile replied hurriedly, and couldn't help but prepare a glass of wine and handed it over.

The wine that entertains the bard is usually inferior wine mixed with water. However, when entertaining the man in front of him, Male subconsciously took out the most expensive wine in the tavern.

The man's demeanor in front of him was like facing a nobleman from the Holy Empire.

No, it should be said to be far beyond.

Facing the nobles of the Holy Empire, you just need to lower your head and feel at ease.

But when facing the man in front of him, even if he lowered his head, his hands and his heart couldn't help but tremble, which was a trembling from the bottom of his bones.

The adventurers in the bar are not much better, and the invisible pressure makes them walk on thin ice.

The adventurer who had previously joked with a minstrel did not dare to speak out for a moment when he saw the man's extraordinary demeanor.

After drinking the drink, the man did not express any opinion, but introduced himself: "My name is Ranfrik, a bard."

"Barrien...?" Someone couldn't help but blurt out his doubts.

Ranfrik was not angry and nodded with a light smile on his face.

Some female adventurers looked at her extraordinary temperament and couldn't help feeling drunk and slightly drunk.

"My name is Maile, and I am the owner of the tavern."

Male subconsciously introduced himself.

"Melle?" Ranfrik's expression paused slightly, "It's a good name similar to my friend's name. I heard that drinking the wine here requires a story or lyrics."

"...There are no specific rules, please give yourself your own care." Male explained hastily.

"No need to be so nervous, I am just an ordinary bard. Since I can do it, I will tell a story."

Ranfrik's slender fingers gently tugged the harp, making a crisp sound.

"It was a chaotic era, an era when gods still existed. At that time, gods were a crazy existence that fed upon all things in the world."

"No one is its opponent, all creatures are his food."

Compared with Ranfrik's extraordinary temperament, his words are funny.

But no one exposes Ranfrik's lies. On the one hand, such stories are really attractive to you, and on the other hand, because Ranfrik's temperament always makes people feel that his identity is not simple.

"Faced with the inaction of the gods, Yuna Avery set off a battle to kill the gods."

"I realized Na Avery's thoughts, and the gods were very disdainful of those who dared to resist him. They were as powerful as him. Those who dared to resist him were like stupid bugs to him. The cruel God did not take action himself, but sent his subordinate, Dakob, a dark demon dragon."

"That dragon is too powerful."

"The army gathered by humans is easily defeated by them."

"His strength is undoubtedly at the level of being able to slaughter a country. At this time, the Dodorian goblins stood up."

"They used their intelligence to create a magic box called Pandora, and completely sealed the demon dragon in the magic box."

"This is the content of the history of the Dark Empire, Chapter 5, Chapter 7."

Everyone was attracted by the stories he told.

"There are other contents, but what is the history of the Dark Empire?"

"A history that appeared before the Holy Empire." Ranfrik stood up, "Thank you for your drink, I have to leave."

"Don't, are there any other stories?"

The adventurer wants to continue listening to the stories he tells.

There were also adventurers who belonged to the Holy Empire and shouted, "The Holy Empire is a great country that saves the human race. You actually said such disobedient words! Even if you are intentional, you should at least follow the principles!"

There seem to be more and more people who scold.

But Ranfrik didn't care too much, he walked around gently.

It was obviously slow pace, but it was hard to see his footsteps. His figure floated and left the tavern in an instant.
Chapter completed!