Chapter: 2
The young man looked at the empty wine glass in front of him, sighed and said:
"Then?
"Then I'll quit my job and go back to the countryside, and come here to brag to you."
As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face, with a narrow smile.
The male guest froze for a moment:
"Are you bragging about what you just said?"
"Haha." There was a burst of laughter around the bar.
The laughter stopped for a while, and a thin middle-aged man looked at the slightly embarrassed guest and said:
"Outlander, you actually believe Lumian's story. He tells a different story every day. Yesterday he was an unlucky guy whose engagement was broken off by his fiancée because of poverty, but today he has become a corpse keeper!"
"That's right, what are you talking about, thirty years on the east side of the Serenzo River, and thirty years on the right side of the Serenzo River, all you know is nonsense!" another tavern regular followed.
They were all peasants from the large village of Kordu, and wore jackets of black, gray, or brown.
The black-haired young man named Lumian supported the bar with his hands, stood up slowly, and said with a smile:
"As you know, this isn't a story I made up. It's all written by my sister. She likes writing stories the most, and she's a columnist for the "Fiction Weekly"."
After finishing speaking, he turned his body sideways, spread his hands to the foreign guest, and said with a bright smile:
"It seems that she writes really well.
"I'm sorry to have misunderstood you."
The ordinary-looking man in a brown tweed jacket was not angry. He stood up and responded with a smile:
"Very interesting story.
"What's the name?"
"Isn't it common sense to introduce yourself before asking others?" Lumian laughed.
The foreign guest nodded:
"My name is Ryan Coase.
"These two are my companions Valentine and Lia."
The latter sentence refers to a man and a woman sitting next to each other.
The man was twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with yellow hair covered in some powder, not-so-big eyes with a color darker than lake blue, wearing a white vest, blue tweed jacket and black trousers. After some well-groomed.
His expression was quite indifferent, and he didn't pay much attention to the farmers and herdsmen around him.
The woman looked younger than the two men, her long light gray hair was tied into a complicated bun, and she wore a white veil as a hat.
Her eyes were the same color as her hair, and she looked at Lumian with an undisguised smile, as if she was only interested in what happened just now.
Under the light of the gas wall lamp in the tavern, this woman named Liya showed a pretty nose and beautifully curved lips. She is definitely a beauty in a country like Kordu Village.
She was wearing a white non-pleated cashmere tight skirt, a small beige coat, and a pair of Marcell boots. There were two small silver bells tied to the veil and the boots respectively. When she walked into the tavern just now, she was jingling all the way. It is very eye-catching and makes many men look straight.