The fragrant wine slid down the corner of the mouth.

Ranfrik put down his wine glass, with a bit of drunkenness on his face.

With this alcoholic spirit, he slowly said: "Chanilal is a peaceful country, the people here are hospitality and a good place for bards to visit."

This time the story template is simply based on the Kingdom of Chanilal as the template.

Everyone present should have been interested in such a story.

But everyone was stunned by Ranfrik's pause and the following words.

"Things should have been like this, but on the day when the red moon is in the sky, all this will change."

"The demon dragon named Vabola will tear the sky and descend to this peaceful kingdom on this day."

"That is the ancient demon dragon, and his strength is a disaster for the Kingdom of Chanilal."

"Feeling his resurgence, Sorago from the Conservative Camp came to interfere with the dragon group."

"Chanilal was reduced to the center of the battle, the sky was thunder and lightning, the earth collapsed and was flooded by the waves, and the violent storm brought endless disasters."

"Until the battle ends, this place will be dead."

Alert about Ranfrik's alarmist words.

At first, everyone present listened carefully, but later they burst into laughter.

They didn't believe Ranfrik's words at all, even King Dahra.

Dahra had a smile on his face. Compared to his indifferent attitude, the servants on the side were not so heartless.

"You actually curse the Kingdom of Chanilal! You bard, you are really bold." The attendant said.

Although His Majesty did not say that the words of Koranfrek were a model of deviantism among the nobles, and some nobles would even punish those who said these words. You should know that the bard Ranfrek was introduced by him. If His Majesty asked for guilt, he would have to bear some responsibility.

Thinking of this, he looked at Ranfrik and became more and more unpleasant.

As soon as the attendant finished speaking, Dahra waved and signaled him to stop.

"Okay, it's not important, it's just a story. If we ask for guilt because of a story, wouldn't we say that our king is harsh?"

However, as soon as Dahra finished speaking, the spectator beside him said dissatisfiedly.

"Hey, where did the rich man from the earth say such disobedient words?"

"Whoever cares about your stinky money will take it away! Don't treat people like you."

It can be seen that Dahra's popularity in this town is much better than expected.

Even the words were just half a word, it attracted everyone's refutation.

Dahra didn't know whether to laugh or to be distressed.

If these people knew, they would be quarreling at the moment the king they respected, and I don’t know how they would react.

But the people's support for him still made him happy.

He couldn't help but explain: "This is just a metaphor. I just want to say that His Majesty the king of our country is a king who speaks widely, and his wisdom is commendable."

For some reason, Dahra always felt that it was very strange to praise him.

With his explanation, the others stopped condemning.

The topic goes back to the reason why everyone laughs.

Dahra looked at Ranfrik and said to him: "You should know that the Kingdom of Chanilal is inland, and the distance from the ocean is quite different from the distance between several countries. How could it be submerged by the waves? Your story is bizarre, but not very realistic."

Ranfrik shook his head.

"No matter how many words are, they are just scenes, and I can only tell the truth."

The tavern was still filled with laughter.

No one believed Ranfrik's statement.

In their opinion, this is just a stubborn duck.

After listening to this story, Dahra, who came back to his senses, was also lacking in interest. It was said to be a story, but there was no protagonist in it, and it was more like a prophecy, but this prophecy was not reliable. The only thing that could be said was Ranfrik's imagination, the revival of the demon dragon, and even the name was thought up. I have to say that he was a person who was ready to fulfill his mind.

"Tell me other stories."

"The wine you cashed hasn't come yet," said Ranfrik.

"Shopkeeper, give him a drink," Dahra greeted.

The owner of the tavern was also looking forward to what Ranfrik said, and he had planned to refrigerate Ranfrik. He was just waiting for someone to speak. After all, the story was good and good, and he still had to have income. After the customer agreed, he immediately resumed it.

Ranfrik drank another greedy glass of wine.

"Do you all have such a good alcohol content in bards?" Dahra couldn't help asking.

This was the first time he saw a bard.

During this conversation, Ranfrik had already drunk three glasses of wine one after another.

The wines are not high in terms of quality, but not low in quality.

It’s almost done if you drink three cups for ordinary people, but Kelanfrek is not drunk at all.

"Good wine is good wine, but I may not have time to tell a story." Ranfrik put down his empty wine glass and said regretfully.

"Are you leaving?" asked Dahra, "After drinking my wine, you have to tell another story. This time, I want to listen to the good stories of the Kingdom of Chanilal."

"I never write, I just told the truth."

Ranfrik argued.

"I took advantage of the wine in vain, I can't think of a story and I want to escape." Someone cheered up.

The tavern is still full of laughter.

But someone soon noticed that something was wrong.

The sound insulation facilities in the tavern are very good. Even a special magician was hired to insulate it, but you could still hear the noisy sound coming from outside.

"What happened?" someone asked in a good way.

Drinking can enhance your courage, let alone an alcoholic who is a good thing.

When I heard the movement, I couldn't sit still.

"Why don't you go out and have a look?"

"Someone must have caused trouble, which is very interesting."

"It's fun to make trouble?" Dahra asked.

"If you don't participate, you'll only watch it, of course it's interesting."

It seems that the quality education of the people will continue. Dahra couldn't help but think, but he also had the urge to see.

While everyone was talking, Ranfrik added, "So I said, there's no time."

"What you said, is it possible that things will come to you?" Dahra didn't believe it.

Ranfrik didn't say it, but walked out like that.

A grand occasion of the Ten Dragons pulling chariots appeared above the Chanilal Capital.

It was the car of the Duke of Avalon, the Holy Empire, but for people from remote and small countries, they did not know the identity of the person sitting on the chariot, but discussed it.

"Those dragons look so powerful, but they are much stronger than the dragons I have seen raised by the Viscount."

"I don't know who owns such a car."

"It's probably the marquis of the kingdom."
Chapter completed!