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"Go ahead, boy!"

"Please tell me, please tell me! I also want to know the story behind this poem!"

"Haha! Little brother, speak up!"

Seeing the enthusiastic response from the crowd around him, Chao Ke did not keep anyone in suspense. After a light cough, he began to recount the past that was buried by history.

"The dark blade can easily blend into the dark night of the past. Because in the dark of that era, civilians often did not dare to light up the lights."

"In the songs of some poets, it is stained black by the days of aristocracy."

"The ancient narrative poems that recorded the benevolent governance of the ancestors planted the seeds of rebellion in the hearts of the noble young men."

"When the time came, the sons of noble families abandoned their families, stole the long swords and hid in the streets, patrolling the dark alleys and taverns like ordinary civilians, using the swordsmanship taught by the nobles to rob the rich and give to the poor."

"The long sword from the noble treasury, along with the noble blood, ran in the night, on the roofs and in the streets. The scales on the sword's edge never dimmed, just like the heart of the righteous thief who abandoned the corrupt noble name."

"Songs, wine and youth will always come to an end. Many things happened afterwards. Finally, he buried the long sword that he had been with for many years under the moonlight, and fled to the sea."

"I recall the declaration I made to my family, to the past and future, to this land, and to my half-brother Eberhardt when I stole this sword from my family's treasury before leaving:"

"Even if it's just a tiny bit, I want to use my power to change this dark world!"

As Chao Ke finished his last sentence, the huge tavern fell into a strange silence for a moment.

Then, there was a wave of condemnation.

"The chivalrous thief who rebelled against the nobles was actually a noble? This is too absurd, how could it be possible..."

"Who is this person? He doesn't look like a Mondstadt native. How dare he discuss Mondstadt's history..."

"Yes, yes."

"I think it's possible. The skills and weapons of the chivalrous thief originally came from the nobility, which makes the story more reasonable. Besides, didn't the boy reveal a name? Look up this Eberhart, and you'll know if it's true or not."

"Now that you put it that way, it seems to be true..."

"..."

People began to discuss whether the thief was of noble birth, and forgot about the ridicule of Eula.

Sitting back at the table, Chao Ke heard Eula's tiny voice.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Perhaps it was because Eula found a companion through the story behind "Wine and Poetry in the Dark Alley", so she had a very enjoyable drinking tonight.

As bottle after bottle of fine wine poured down her throat, two blushes appeared on her face.

Under the influence of alcohol, Eula became unexpectedly frank and no longer avoided revealing her last name.

He began to tell Chao Ke and Falushan about the dark history represented by the surname "Lawrence" and the troubles it had brought him.

Only then did Falusan understand the malicious intent of the poem "Wine and Poetry in the Dark Alley" towards Eula, and she gave Chao Ke a look.

"You did a great job on this!"

Chao Ke accepted it happily, looked at Eula who was still conscious, and asked a question.

"I have another story about a member of the Lawrence family from the dark ages. Do you want to hear it?"

Eula, who was a little drunk, said with a smile.

"Go ahead, just don't be too vicious. In the dark ages, it is unlikely that any member of our family would do anything good."

He smiled at Ke and said, "That's not the case. This member of the Lawrence family is somewhat similar to your situation."

"Oh?"

“The story I’m telling is called ‘The Wandering Band’.”

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Thousands of years ago, a band wandered the earth.

The orchestra has no sheet music. They sing what they see and play what they hear.

Wandering bands were founded in the days of the old nobility and were once called sword bands by people with hope or fear.

In ancient legends, wandering bands traveled the world with swords in hand, using swords as flutes and bows as harps, regardless of whether the visitors were guests or enemies.

They have walked in the desert and stepped into the smoldering ember sea. The sound of the piano in the pot reminds them all the time:

"Our footsteps are in tune with the infinite rhythm"

"Wherever there is music, there we are"

The wandering band used swords as flutes and bows as harps, bringing songs of resistance. Eventually they tried to break into the city and punish the tyrannical old nobles.

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As Chao Ke told the story, the people in the tavern gradually quieted down.

Although the story Chao Ke told earlier could not be verified, everyone in the tavern was still immersed in it.

Perhaps it is because the story told by Chao Ke has a sense of ancient and heavy history.

Or maybe it’s because Chao Ke’s narrative voice, although plain, has a magical power that makes people intoxicated.

Or maybe there are other reasons.

In short, everyone in the tavern was attracted by this story.

After Chao Ke's voice ended, a middle-aged man stood up and said.

"I can testify that his story about the [mariachi band] is true."

Everyone in the tavern looked in the direction of the voice and discovered that the speaker was a historian who was widely renowned in Mond. His statement undoubtedly raised the credibility of Chao Ke's story by several levels.

"But what does this [Wandering Band] story have to do with members of our Lawrence family?"

Yula on the side was puzzled. According to Chao Ke, the only connection between the Lawrence family and the "Wandering Band" was probably that the Lawrence family was the target of overthrow...

After hearing Eula's doubts and everyone in the tavern's anticipation for the sequel, Chao Ke continued telling the story.

"In the camp of the [Wandering Band], there is such a rebel..."

"His name is Clydesdale Lawrence!"

As soon as Chao Ke finished speaking, it immediately caused a huge uproar in the tavern.

"what?"

"how is this possible?"

"How is it possible that such a hero was born from that evil family and that evil bloodline?"

Even Eula was shocked. She quickly took out her little notebook from her pocket and wrote down the name "Crusliud Lawrence".

Chao Ke signaled for everyone to be quiet and continued his speech.

"In that dark age, scholars and poets did not write history, because the old aristocracy did not like to be aware of their own depravity."

“Therefore, when he swung the sword in his hand and the bell in the sword rang, the old nobles were particularly frightened.”

"After the uprising failed, Kliuzlid's punishment was unclear, which indirectly confirmed his noble origin."

He glanced at Ke Dun, took a sip of the fine wine produced by Chenxi Winery, and continued.