I, Human Cub, Spoiled By Dragons

"Go away. The young man with tattoos, Mark, doesn't care whether you are wet or dry, and he pulled the great poet Goethe, who was in the way, to one side.

Mark, a young man with a tattoo, reaches out to grab the boy who is hiding aside.

Suddenly his hand was grabbed by a person, he struggled a bit, but he didn't break free. When he turned around, he realized that the person holding him was a man with black hair and black eyes.

It is Ao Xuan!

Ao Xuan thought to himself, Ma De! Finally it is my turn to pretend again, you get out of the way, I will come alone!

"What do you want?" Mark asked sharply.

"What do you want to do again?" Ao Xuan asked with interest.

"I want to teach him a lesson!" Mark pointed at the boy with the other hand.

"Oh? Why do you teach him a lesson?" Ao Xuan thought to himself, the time for me to pretend is coming! Lighting, photography, sound, all in place for me!

"Just because I'm his big brother!"

"What? What the hell?" Ao Xuan was stunned, no! That's not how the script was written!

Didn't you bully others, and then I made my debut?

"I spent three big golden dragons, and finally asked someone to send this bastard to a Faith German scholar. He can learn a little common language, and he will have a good way out in the future. How dare he sneak back and set up a stall... …buy! Salty! Fish! I'm going to kill this bastard!"

House 213...is it actually like this?!

At this time, the boy spoke, with a rebellious tone in his mouth.

"That old man doesn't look like a good person at first glance. I don't want to learn anything from him, I want to be a big businessman! In the future, the whole of Helsing will be priced by me!

Boy, what a big ambition!

"That..." Ao Xuan let go of his hand resentfully, and his seven strokes were all misunderstood expressions.

"Well, I don't mean anything else..." Ao Xuan raised a stick casually, "I mean, against brats, empty hands may not be of much use! Give you this! Give me a hard blow beat!"

The young tattooed Mark was already furious after hearing what his younger brother said. Now that he got the big stick from Ao Xuan, he couldn't hold it back!

"You son of a bitch! Give me your life!" Mark picked up the stick and chased after him.

The bear boy turned around and ran away. The blink of an eye between the two disappeared...

"That, haha, it's a misunderstanding..." Ao Xuan lost a good opportunity to pretend to improve his character, so he had no choice but to sit back on the stall.

"Shame, shame on Ao Xuan!" Alice shaved her face with her fingers, which meant that Ao Xuan had lost face again.

It seems that my brother and A (bccj) Artoria are very happy.

Artoria said: "Ao Xuan, you can shoot because you help the weak, which is very in line with the knight's principles. Although it is a misunderstanding, the quality is commendable."

The elder brother also nodded at the side, meaning: Ao Xuan, you are not bad, I am optimistic about you.

Ao Xuan was so complimented by the king, and his mood suddenly brightened.

Although the pretend was not successful, the character did not rise. But it is also very good to be praised by my king!

At this time, the great poet Imgui Goethe came over and said flatteringly: "Several handsome gentlemen and beautiful ladies, fate has arranged for us to meet here, please let me play a song for you. Let's sing. You don't need to give me a reward, just give me a grilled fish." After speaking, he quietly swallowed.

Imgui thought to himself: Tiasus said that without a meal, the whole person will be very hungry. He was right.

Imji put away the poetry collection in his hand, picked up the truqin that he had been carrying on his back, and was about to sing.

The truqin is a bit like a guitar, more like the Chinese lute. It is shaped like a pear cut in half, with a panel and sound hole on the front, and a prominent arc-shaped wish on the back.

Trusses are made almost entirely of wood. Its panels are foldable, and the tones can be changed by folding.

This instrument is a solo instrument and is very popular among troubadours.

This violin is probably the most valuable thing on Imji's body.

"Ah, no, no need to bother. This fish is for you to taste." Ao Xuan thought this person was quite interesting, so he handed him a grilled fish.

"You can't do this, you are a contempt for my music! I'm not here to beg!"

Ao Xuan is speechless, please take the fish out of your mouth when you say this...

At this time, the owner of the stall poured a beer for Imji, and then said to Ao Xuan: "Actually, Mark is a good boy, he and his younger brother Sod were orphans since childhood, and they survived with the support of the fraternity.

"Mark worked very hard these years, and finally became a cadre of the Brotherhood. His living conditions were better, and he wanted little Soder to learn something useful. But little Soder seems to just want to be a major businessman! He But I don't like studying very much..."

"Humph!" Ao Xuan took a hard bite of the grilled fish, "Don't like studying? Want to be a businessman? Just have a fight!"

Ao Xuan and they had a delicious meal. And the poet Imji Goethe was helping the uncle, the stall owner, to clean up the stall and fight. Pay for that beer

Ao Xuan thinks that this person is not bad, although a bit unprofessional and condescending. But at least he knew that after they gave them a glass of wine, they did their jobs in return.

If a person has a grateful heart, he also understands the truth of repaying gratitude. So where can this man be so bad?

What is idleness? I don't know how many people are doing enviable jobs and have a position of admiration, but they don't do human affairs...

Ao Xuan happily bid farewell to the uncle grilled fish, and chatted a few words with the poet.

"You played the lute just now, and honestly it was really good. I can see that you didn't actually get a job as a bard, but would you mind going to the tavern to accompany the singer first?

"You can come on stage to play some heroic epics, stories and rumors when she is resting. I have heard that many bards who are self-taught are successful when they are playing for others... ..."

Ao Xuan looked at the properties of this Imji Goethe. His Charisma score is 14 points, which is beyond ordinary people, and he has a green skill: Lute Playing Mastery. This person has the potential to become a bard.

This imaginary Goethe, with the great surname, was very interested in this matter. He was so excited that he almost followed Ao Xuan and the others directly to the pub. But he is a "poet" after all, he has to be special.

Imji first made a lame aristocratic ceremony, and then suppressed his excitement and excitement, expressing his gratitude to Ao Xuan for this opportunity, he was willing to try and play for the guests of the tavern.

In fact, on the one hand, he felt that he had hope of taking up a job, and on the other hand, at least the recent food expenses came out. You can't say that if you play in a pub, you don't even care about meals in the pub, right?

Imji said that he still has to prepare, and he will be in the tavern that Ao said on time tomorrow morning.

Imji was secretly proud of himself: with such a good thing, I was able to suppress the excitement without losing the face of the poet. I am a real poet!.