Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 474 Wedding
"Fuck! Break your neck, you bastard!" a coachman yelled, trying to hold on to the animal's rein - it was startled by the galloping white horse.

Then, he picked up the whip and pointed at the panicked beast, yelling and cursing: "Why panic, is there a ghost following your ass? Run! Idiot, keep running, die early and get out!"

"Hey! Old man, did a white horse rush past here just now?" After a while, the bard Gilt brought Thorn to the slowly moving donkey cart and asked hurriedly.

"I'm not blind yet." The coachman glanced at the poet impatiently, spit on the rutted road, and cursed viciously: "Running so fast, you'd better fall to your death on the way. "

Obviously, he was still resenting the disturbance just now.

Looking at Gilt's gloomy expression, Thorne became happy for some reason, and he joked with a smile: "Your horse is gone, it seems that someone took it away."

"Thorn, aren't you a ranger? You can help me catch that nasty horse thief." The depressed bard's eyes lit up, and he immediately said to the ranger beside him:
"It doesn't matter whether you are fast or not. I just want to punish this damn thief. When you catch him, I will hang him to the tallest fir tree for a day and a night, so that he will know the fate of stealing things."

"Forget it, the road is too congested to catch up." Thorne looked at the dense bushes full of muddy ponds on both sides of the commercial road, and found that detours are also very troublesome.

"I think you just find it troublesome." Gilt, who was holding the harp, looked at Thorn with resentment, and said a little dejectedly:
"Then what do you say? It's more than 30 kilometers away from Shuangta Town. Let me hike with you. I can't hold on."

"Hey!" As soon as the voice fell, the old coachman who had just answered slowed down the speed of the donkey cart, and greeted Thorne:

"Master Ranger, I know you. It was the Fulong Beast you killed with your own hands just now. That sword is really clean and neat. It's so cool to watch! I just want to go to Shuangta Town. Seeing that the road is unimpeded For sake, I'll give you a ride."

After the old coachman finished speaking, he glanced at Gilt with a little disgust, clapped his chest with his hand wrapped around the rein, and said generously:
"Since this vile-looking poet is Lord Ranger's friend, I reluctantly let him go with him. Of course, the premise is that he promises not to cry and howl with that broken piano ghost on the way."

"You are the one crying and howling, and your whole family is crying and howling. How can a vulgar person like you understand my beautiful voice?"

Gilt retorted without showing any weakness: "As for your broken car that smells like donkey dung, please, I won't sit in it."

"No, thank you for your kindness." Thorne replied to the old coachman.

Relatively speaking, riding in that extremely uncomfortable bumpy carriage is not as fast as walking.

"Hurry up!" A young coachman stood on the carriage behind and shouted at the old coachman: "Old man, hurry up! Get out of the way, the people in front have all run away."

"That's such a pity." Hearing Thorne's refusal, the old coachman couldn't help saying regretfully, and his plan to show his grandson what a real ranger was wasted.

"My lord! Are all young people so frizzy nowadays?"

The old coachman tightened the reins, cursed at the young coachman who seemed to be urging him to the back, and then sped up and rushed forward.

"Let's go?" Thorne looked at the dejected Gilt: "It's just a horse, as for that."

"Of course it is. It was purchased with all my remaining savings." The bard grabbed the harp, shrugged his face, and replied to him very depressed.

He had expected the horse to travel all over the world.

Who would have thought that it would be stolen as soon as they walked into the Forest of Tranquility.

As the noise and the unpleasant stench on the forest road gradually dissipated, the two finally walked out of the forest of tranquility.

"Master!" After a while, someone suddenly shouted from behind: "Hey! Master, please stay!"

"What's the matter?" Thorn, who was the first to react, turned around and asked.

He found a wagon pulled by two short-legged horses just parked not far away. A fat middle-aged man climbed out of the wagon with difficulty. He was wearing a thick wolf fur coat trimmed with fur, and a A gold chain that dazzles in the sun.

"Uh... I'm very sorry... that..." The fat man greeted the two of them with a little embarrassment, and said, "I'm not calling you, respected Your Excellency Ranger, I'm calling...Master Gilt."

After speaking, he sneaked another look at You Xia's expression, and was relieved to find that the other party was not angry.

After all, he witnessed with his own eyes the scene where the other party killed Fulong Beast with a single sword. If he annoyed the other party because of this, he would be finished.

Thorne glanced at his companions in surprise, obviously surprised that someone could call him a master.

"I am." The bard Gilt took a step forward and replied proudly.

He straightened his bowler hat with his hand, trying to turn that weird egret feather to the most coquettish position.

Unfortunately, he obviously forgot that the egret's feathers were shaved to the ground by the rangers around him.

The poet who stretched out his hand to nothing glanced at the calm ranger, and met the fat man: "Your Excellency, the village chief, what can I do for you?"

"Please allow me to pay my deepest respect, Master." The fat man exuding a fishy smell bowed casually to the bard, and introduced himself:
"We've met before, my name is Hard Riley, a sea fish merchant who often delivers to Fallstown, and the mayor of Sunset Fishing Village. My most beautiful daughter, Sinsa, is going to marry a brave Drew The adventurer Moglin is engaged, just now..."

"Ah! I see."

Gilt seemed to have recognized the druid. He interrupted the Druid rudely before the other party finished speaking, and then pretended to be surprised, and then put on an unprecedented serious expression, and gave the fat man Had a slight Bowing down, he sincerely wished: "I would like to extend my heartfelt wishes and congratulations to this couple."

Seeing this, Thorne discovered that this unscrupulous bard had such a side, which made his impression of the poet a little better.

However, the other party's next sentence immediately made his good impression of Gilt go back, and it even became worse.

The serious poet had just finished speaking, and once again changed his expression, which in Thorne's view, was very unbearable, and said to the fat man:
"Dear village head, may I help you? Is it related to the right of the first night? Don't worry, I will never refuse this matter. You know, I am not only a great poet, artist, I also have A catchy nickname: 'Invincible!' Many young ladies like to call me that. Leave it to me, and you'll be satisfied."

At this time, Thorne inadvertently moved a distance away from Giltra, turned his head to another direction, and looked at a little squirrel bouncing around on the tree trunk.

"Ah? No... It's not what you imagined... Actually, the banquet and wedding will be held tonight." The fat man wiped off his cold sweat, and bowed to him more casually than last time:
"Master Gilt, it is my precious daughter's fiancé who wants to invite you to our village, and he said that he wants to listen to a piece of music from a distant hometown in this ceremonial wedding.

So I made a special trip to Fallstown.Fortunately, I had already planned to give up his somewhat... rude request, who would have thought that I would meet you here, praise the Goddess of the Forest. "

It seems that this married druid should also be a player, Thorne thought while looking at the woods.

Then he turned and looked in the direction of the two talking.

"I see." The bard Gilt's eyes flickered, holding the harp in his arms, and turned to leave the other party with a straight back.

I saw him proudly facing the dazzling sunshine, and said righteously:
"Dear village head, you need to know! I am a poet and an artist. My dream is to let the whole world understand that what governs us is not ignorance, but culture and art. Therefore, for you I will never go to a banquet where the stupid people of the world drink and drink until they vomit! Because I have not yet fallen to the point of depravity."

Looking at the pretentious Gilt, Thorne, who was watching, had the urge to rush up and kick him.

However, he held back in the end, he wanted to see how the village head dealt with the shameless poet.

The village chief Hade cursed inwardly at Gilt's back, then took a deep breath, and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, master, I didn't mean that. In fact, I respect you very much. Because of this, I want to make this banquet perfect and let the ignorant people understand what culture and art are. As a support for art... I will pay you 30 gold coins symbolically, and I only hope that you will appreciate it."

Seeing that the other party was still unmoved, the village head Ha De took another step forward and raised his voice: "Master, please give me this honor. If I don't take you back, my precious daughter will not forgive me. So... I raised the price to 35 gold coins."

"40!" Gilt turned around and made a firm offer.

"Okay, it's a deal!" The village chief Hade was obviously relieved, with a smile on his face, he quickly agreed.

"Dear Ranger Your Excellency, if you are willing to honor me, I extend an invitation to you." The village chief Hade walked up to Thorne, bowed respectfully, and said sincerely.

To him, in a remote small fishing village, if he could invite a ranger who killed Fulong Beast to the wedding, it would be very honorable.

"Thank you for your kindness, I just..." Thorn was about to refuse, but Gilt replied first: "He is very happy, please lead the way, respected village chief."

"Don't you know?" Gilt finished speaking, dragged Thorne aside, and said earnestly:

"Participating is our human nature, and it can satisfy many of our inner needs. People should meet and gather with friends from time to time, laughing, singing, eating kebabs, drinking beer, listening to music, watching dances, and even molesting Those girls whose skin glistens with sweat.

How boring life would be if everyone used the same old methods to meet needs or no needs, and refused to participate in organized collective activities.In fact, festivals and gatherings were invented for this reason, so when encountering such occasions, attending is the appropriate choice, and..."

"Tell me honestly, does this druid player who is going to get married know you?" Thorn reached out his hand to stop the other party from chattering like a parrot, and asked in a low voice.

Asked by Thorne, Gilt looked embarrassed. He secretly glanced at the village chief Hade, and muttered in a voice that only two people could hear:

"Of course I do. The village chief's daughter was the one I fell in love with first, but was snatched away by this guy because he could turn into a small animal. Now he invited me by specifying his surname. Do you think he would be so kind?"

"You mean, you want me to go to the wedding scene with you as your ex-boyfriend?" Thorne looked at him playfully and frowned.

This is not a fun thing, if it is as he guessed, he will definitely not participate.

"Cut! You treat me like a three-year-old kid, to do such a tasteless thing." Gilt curled his lips in disdain, and said proudly:
"I'm a decent person, so naturally I won't be as knowledgeable as those mud-legged people who only know how to fish in the sea. For someone as good as me, do you think I will die for a girl from a small fishing village?"

"That's for these dozens of gold coins." Thorne smiled slightly, guessing his real purpose.

"That's right." Gilt glanced awkwardly at the anxious village chief, and continued, "You think I'm just like you, with a random sword strike, a few hundred gold coins will be credited to your account."

"If you are short of money, I can... lend you some. As for this wedding... I advise you not to go, so as not to cause trouble to the good wedding." Thorne looked at Gilt.

"Am I that kind of person?! Why don't I go! If I don't go, wait for the village chief to pass the message back intact. How can I hang out on the Corina Peninsula in the future? You have the heart to see Will I be ridiculed by my countrymen?"

After listening to the bard, he was immediately unhappy, and his voice involuntarily raised his voice, so that after being heard by the village chief who was waiting by the side, his expression became uneasy.

"Then go on your own, I don't have the time to fool around with you." Thorne no longer lowered his voice, but returned it to a normal volume and said to the poet beside him.

"Didn't you come out this time to sharpen your state of mind and perfect your advanced hero level?" Gilt pouted when he heard that Thorne was leaving, and said:

"As a ranger, I don't even dare to attend a party, and I don't dare to go to places with many people. What about tempering your state of mind, training against big trees and wild beasts? Then I wish you an early success in advancing."

"You don't do this with me, so I won't be fooled by you." Thorne smiled indifferently: "I wish you a good time at the wedding tonight."

After finishing speaking, he turned to look at the anxiously waiting village chief Hade, and said apologetically:
"I'm sorry, I appreciate your kindness. I still have something to do, so I won't be attending. Help me extend my heartfelt wishes and congratulations to the couple."

"Dear Your Excellency Ranger, is it because this kind of banquet has delayed your practice?" The village chief Hade obviously heard the conversation between the two just now. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and asked tentatively.

"...That's sort of it." Thorn pondered for a while, not knowing how to answer the question, and finally nodded perfunctorily.

"Actually, the host of our wedding is just like you, a respectable half-elf priest from the Temple of Melikai." The village chief Hade thought for a while, sorted out his words, and said slowly:

"Your Excellency, as a ranger, maybe the two of you can have a common topic, so you won't feel bored, and it will be beneficial to your practice, won't it?"

"That will cause you trouble." Thorne thought for a while and agreed.

The other party has talked about this point, if he refuses again, it will appear a bit hypocritical.

Besides, going to Sunset Fishing Village did not affect his trip to Shuangta Town.

It is nothing more than that tonight, I need to live in that small seaside village for one night.

As for the wedding, he has not participated in it for so many years since he came to this world, so it just satisfies a curiosity.

"Praise the Goddess of Forest and Ranger! Thank you Your Excellency Ranger for your honor, please come soon." The village chief Hade looked happy, and immediately pointed to the carriage, making an invitation gesture.

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(End of this chapter)