I thought for a moment and said, "Well, I don't have anything to do anyway." ”

Then, he carried the torch on his shoulder and followed Rodney to the teahouse.

It didn't take long to reach the destination.

The teahouse is large, quiet and luxurious, with a tall sign hanging in the middle, engraved with the poetic name of the teahouse, but even if it is poetic, I can't taste it, because I don't know those words at all, and the reason why I think it's poetic is mainly because the owner of this teahouse is dressed like a troubadour.

He was dressed in a loose, loose-fitting open-necked cloth shirt with a linen-colored belt tied around his waist, a pair of muslin trousers underneath, and a pair of cowhide boots on his feet.

However, all of this is reasonable, and what strikes me the most is the ukulele he holds in his hand, and the two whiskers that tremble up and down when he is happy.

He is a true troubadour.

If it hadn't been for Rodney's introduction, but for my own passing, I would have regarded him as a troubadour, and I might have thrown him a copper coin or two.

The boss was obviously very familiar with Rodney, and just after a face-to-face, he took the initiative to lead us to a very secluded room, while his two bodyguards were arranged to drink tea at an inconspicuous table in the corner.

"May you, God of Creation, bless you, Young Master," the boss said reverently, then turned to me and smiled, "And you, my friend." ”

Yo, today is a good day~

I secretly said in my heart: I just bought a torch, and I was called friends by two local tyrants.

As soon as I closed the door, I whispered: "Brother Tuhao, the boss here is really distinctive, dressed and spoke like a troubadour." ”

"He is indeed a troubadour," Rodney said to me suddenly.

When I heard this, I couldn't help but let out an 'ah'.

After coming to this world, I didn't know much about the profession of troubadour, and all my knowledge came from the descriptions of poets and novelists in my previous life.

I have the impression that the troubadour is wearing a top-brimmed hat, a tattered robe, playing a ukulele in his hand, and always singing some unintelligible eulogy.

But these are not the key, the most important thing is that they are all poor.

However, the troubadour I saw today is so rich that he can open such a magnificent teahouse, could it be that his real identity is a strange descendant of a big family, a rich second-generation young man who cosplays troubadours all right?

As I was contemplating the true identity of the teahouse owner, Rodney poured himself and me a cup of tea and said, "Are you a little puzzled how a poor troubadour could be so rich?" ”

"Hey, Brother Tuhao, I can even guess what I think, you can be a roundworm."

"Roundworms?" Rodney looked at me puzzled.

I paused for a moment and smiled, "Oh. It's a compliment, a word of insight into people's hearts. ”

"By the way, I still want to ask you, why do you call me Brother Tuhao?" Rodney looked at me with interest.

"Brother Tuhao. That's what it means to be rich, yes, that's it. ”

Seeing Rodney's ambiguous smile, I hurriedly interrupted, "Okay, now is not the time to talk about this, where did you just go, oh yes, why would a poor troubadour be so rich?" ”

"Don't you say?" I deliberately showed an exaggerated expression to bring the topic back to me: "Are you the boss behind this teahouse?" ”

In the previous life, whether it was a novel or a TV series, as long as I met a rich second-generation young man with a prominent background, wandering around with two bodyguards, and making friends everywhere, most of them had another identity, that is, the big boss behind some leading and powerful enterprises.

This is an eternal law, and it is basically accurate.

"Huh?" Rodney looked amused when he saw me saying this to him mysteriously, and said, "You think too much, even if I have more pocket money, I can't afford to open such a luxurious teahouse." ”

"Uh. So you're not the boss behind the scenes. ”

It seems that the premise is all a lie, and to be honest, I'm a little disappointed.

"Of course I'm not the boss behind the scenes, Cecil is the only owner of this teahouse."

Cecil, referring to the troubadour.

"Looks like I'm thinking too much," I sighed as I took a sip of my tea.

"Of course you think too much," said Rodney, "Cecil was indeed a poor troubadour, but on the way he found a gold mine, and became a wealthy merchant. ”

You can find gold mines on the way to the bard, I have to say, this Cecil's luck is really not covered, it is purely walking and stepping on the ****, climbing the mountain and meeting Ganoderma lucidum!

"That's it?" Seeing Rodney shut up and drink tea, it seemed that he was finished, I asked.

"That's all."

"Hehe, what you said is really amazing!" I feigned amazement.

"But I think he seems to be respectful to you, maybe he is also a vassal of the world," I thought for a while, and said: "In my impression, capable troubadours are not afraid of power, and they are not fuel-efficient lamps. ”

"You're right," Rodney agreed, "Cecil is the same kind of man, and he treats me better because I helped him when he was at his poorest. ”

"That's right, the grace of a drop of water is reciprocated, that's what is characteristic of a troubadour," I laughed, "otherwise how could there be so few people in this industry." ”

Rodney smiled wryly, then he said, "Okay, let's get down to business, I have something I want to get rid of you. ”

Although I didn't want to get along with Qian Quan, but people were so enthusiastic and took the initiative to post it, and it was hard to refuse, so I had to say: "I will definitely listen to it, as for whether I can help you, I don't know this." ”

Seeing that I didn't directly refuse, Rodney smiled and said, "That's good." ”

As he spoke, he took out a sheepskin scroll from his sleeve, handed it to me, and said, "Look at this first." ”

After a moment's hesitation, I took the scroll and slowly unfolded it with doubt.

On the scroll, rows of timelines are marked, and the bottom of the timeline is filled with dense text.

Although I don't know the rare characters engraved on the torches, it doesn't mean that I don't know the other characters in the Zephyr Continent either.

After more than five years of life, I know most of the words on this continent well.

So, I read every word written on the scroll.

When I read the paper on the parchment twice, word for word, the expression on my face became gloomy at the same time.

My face sank like water, and my tone was not shocked: "You show me this, are you trying to threaten me?" ”