He had a premonition that something major was about to happen here!
As the saying goes, the bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish; if he didn't join in on this excitement, he was afraid he'd regret it for the rest of his life!
At that moment, the bard in the tavern suddenly walked up beside him, staring intently into his eyes and said.
"Friend, could you tell me about that dragon... and the story of the Flame King?"
Praise Saint Sis!
He hadn't expected this unimpressive little town to bring him such a surprise!
His inspiration for writing was surging, and he wanted nothing more than to extract the entire story from the lips of the adventurer before him and put it into his poetry.
He believed!
It would certainly be more interesting than the tale of Duke Campbell!
"Hold on! That one's mine!"
Before Barnett could speak, old Abel, sitting at the bar, quickly threw aside the pine nuts in his hand and clamored down from the bar stool.
