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Volume 10 Bug Chapter 119 Gossip Saves the World

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    Chapter 119: Gossip Saves the World

    "Have you heard? Countess Peter Schultz and her groom Hee hee hee Shh, this is a big secret. If the gardener of the Count's Palace hadn't secretly seen it, he would have told it to his lover.  The maid accidentally let the cook overhear her private conversation. When the cook told her husband about it, she let his son, the servant of the young master, hear about it. When the servant was buying snacks,  I also told the proprietress of the food shop that this top-secret information would never be leaked, and if the maid of my cousin's niece's second aunt's old aunt hadn't been the second cousin of the eldest cousin of the proprietress of the food shop, I would never let it out.  I won¡¯t know the news about my aunt¡¯s distant niece¡¯s classmate from the church boarding school. Fortunately, I am famous for being very strict with my words. I will only tell you this, but you must not tell anyone else"

    Poor Lord Earl, it sounds like except for him, everyone in Revell City already knows the little "unknown" secret of his wife and the groom.

    What¡¯s particularly annoying is that this respectable ¡°very strict-tongued¡± lady was hesitant and hesitant to speak. It took me a long time to figure out what the countess and her groom had done.

    As a well-educated and moral warrior, exploring other people's privacy is definitely not what a person of my status should do.  So that I only asked the lady six times, and after finally confirming that she really wasn't going to tell me the details about the countess and the groom, I calmly gave up trying - I swear, I didn't get the exact details.  The answer really didn't make me feel at all reluctant.

    "Do you know? The proprietress of the tavern opposite is a widow, but every day a man's shadow appears in the window of her room on the second floor. I have been squatting here for almost half a year, and I can see that man every night  Ahemhaha"

    This unscrupulous peeping tom should have his unruly eyeballs dug out so that he cannot pry into a lady's private life.  I think we should even pull out his tongue, wrap it around his neck and strangle him to death - who told him to stop updating the story just after it reached a critical moment?

    Thatisn't this a bit too cruel?  I touched my neck and reflected deeply.

    I swear by the sword in my hand, I have no interest in these gossips circulating in the streets, not at all - ahem Of course, it is undeniable that they sometimes sound quite interesting and very useful.  If it arouses the curiosity of a normal human being - then I'm not interested either!  The reason why I tirelessly and happily ah, no, it should be without interest to inquire about this information is entirely driven by a lofty and great sense of historical responsibility and mission, and there are sufficient and legitimate reasons.

    For example - saving the world, is this reason convincing enough?

    Since leaving the Gravel Outpost, I have followed Wagner¡¯s footsteps and headed north.  I have to say that this great genius madman who is determined to benefit the world is definitely the most cunning prey I have ever seen. His whereabouts are secretive and difficult to trace. On several occasions, I have completely lost track of him. I am desperate.  If you want to give up, the good news is that at this time, you can always find some clues about Wagner in nearby villages and towns - the prerequisite is that you must find the dull and unaware person among the vast crowd.  Insider.

    Gradually, I gained experience. Whenever I encountered such a dilemma, I tried to talk to everyone within sight.  If you are very lucky, they will tell you that there have been some incidents here recently, such as rotting corpses, black shadows running at night, terrifying screams, etc. These eight achievements are left behind by Wagner.  Sometimes they will ask you to complete some irrelevant tasks, and I try my best to complete them - because I am not sure whether they can provide me with some relevant clues after completing these tasks.  ¡ª¡ªThe side effect of doing this is that I have gained another level in these six days.

    ¡°And the sad thing is, in most cases, they will tell you some trivial things about their parents, and then quietly leave before driving you crazy, and this is the terrible situation I am currently experiencing.

    Everyone hopes to find the only correct guide and follow the correct path when they are confused and hesitant. But the cruel facts tell me that on the road of life, most of your explorations and attempts are in vain.  Yes, it is impossible to find the way forward in just one or two explorations, but it is very likely that you will get the correct guidance when you are finally cornered For example, you have patrolled a small village for more than 20 times.  I questioned the thirty or so villagers one by one twice. I wanted to tie them all up and torture them to extract confessions.Even when I was frantically anxious, I didn't get any news. In the end, the little kid who had been sitting under the road sign at the entrance of the village and Nibawan told you that a strange uncle with a sallow complexion and red eyes happened to come from the left two days ago.  Passing by the intersection - what makes me extremely angry is that this child was the first villager I saw when I entered the village, but I actually talked to everyone else until my mouth went dry. I even tried to talk to the dog in the village.  After communicating with him several times, I finally remembered to have a few words with him

    In this case, Xian Ge Yayi would probably blame it on a visual defect, Fo Xiao would think it was a character issue as always, and Niu Wanwan would definitely put himself in my shoes and guess whether I was in this shabby place with a total of only thirteen  Lost in the small mountain village of thatched houses.

    And I have an appropriate and concise evaluation of this matter:

    I¡¯m so fucking unlucky!

    Now, I think you can fully understand the noble sentiments with which I am forced to inquire about these messy gossips from these gossipy women.  Like I said earlier, this is all my gossip to save the world.  Of course, you don¡¯t need to look ashamed for your little misunderstanding of me just now. I know very well that on the difficult journey of seeking truth, a pioneer like me who has the courage to take on and be loyal to his own responsibilities is always easily misunderstood  ¡­

    Um?  What?  You said that the daughter of the Dongmen blacksmith family got married with a pregnant belly?  And the child in the belly is not the groom¡¯s?  what 's wrong?  Please tell me more about itHey, whose child is that?  Is it her cousin or the merchant's apprentice?  Damn it, stop hesitating all the time Huh, if you don't explain clearly, I'll pull you down. I have no interest in this matter anyway

    No interest at all!

    "Oh, it's so unlucky. I ordered a dress the day before yesterday, and I was knocked down by a homeless man as soon as I walked out of the door. The man was dirty and rude, and he smelled like a big piece of rotten meat.  My clothes are stained a lot, they are oily and bloody. The owner of the tailor shop said he can change them for me today. Can you pick them up for me, handsome sir? I can't make it to the dance tonight.  ." A middle-aged woman with brown hair tied into a big bun, a slightly fat body, a black mole on her lip, and a small folding fan in her hand suddenly stopped me, looking anxious.  said to me, the name above her head reading "Woman in a hurry to get to the ball."

    A man who smells like rotten meat?  Are there any oil or blood stains left?  My heart moved slightly: this sounded a lot like a clue to Wagner.

    Thanks to the pervasive gossip news and the perseverance of the gossip spirit, my own personal experience is enough to become historical evidence: gossip can also save the world.

    "Where did you meet him? Did you see where he went?" I immediately asked.

    "Oh my God, this is terrible. How am I going to go to the prom without a new dress? This is the end of the world." The woman had no response at all to my question. She covered her face with her hands and screamed hysterically.

    "Madam, that man is very dangerous, he may bring devastating consequences" I was furious, emphasizing the seriousness of this matter in a solemn tone.

    "Oh my god, it's terrible. How am I going to go to the prom without a new dress? This is the end of the world" The woman ignored my words.

    "Madam, you don't understand, this matter is very important, the entire continent is facing" I finally got the news about Wagner, I can't wait to get himor it?  I grabbed it out of some dirt pit and had no intention of helping this woman get some damn dress.  I was so anxious that my insides were burning, and I tried hard to persuade this woman using rational methods, asking her to tell me where Wagner was as soon as possible, and then find someone else to pick up her clothes.

    "Oh my god, it's terrible. How can I go to the ball without a new dress? This is simply the end of the world" The woman's attitude was as tough as a glacier that had stood on the polar plateau for eternity, showing no sign of melting.

    "Breathe" I took a deep breath into my chest. The air flowing in my trachea brought a cool touch, which prevented me from doing anything cruel to this unreasonable old woman because of my hot head.  Come, "What should I say so that you understand? If you don't tell me where he is going as soon as possible, it may be the real end of the world, the end of the world"

    ¡°Oh my god, it¡¯s terrible. How am I going to go to the prom without a new dress? This is just¡±

    "Okay, okay, no problem. You win. I'll go. Isn't it okay if I go? I'll go to that wicked tailor shop to get that damn dress for you, a stupid woman, so that you can wear it.  It's going to that eventA ghost's dance party.  Madman, you crazy woman" In the face of the woman's tenacity like a river, I finally broke down and was completely defeated. I had to risk the world being destroyed to help her get a piece of fabric that used very little fabric. At the same time,  But it was expensive enough to be compared to a set of full-body chain mail clothes, just to allow her to expose her body fat in public.

    I don¡¯t know if you have this feeling. Many times, you simply cannot understand the outlook on life and values ??of the female intelligent creature next to you. For example, right now, in the eyes of this woman, the survival of the entire world is far less important than a brand new backless dress.  Urgent and important, even though maybe her closet is already cluttered with these gaudy, suggestive textiles that are only worn once, and even though the dress might not suit her at all.  Sometimes I wonder if the earliest female creatures in the world came from another distant plane of time and space¡ªperhaps even more distant than the homeland of the spacewalkers¡ªand the reason why the gods let them come here is entirely  In order to make men's will stronger

    Who knows?

    Before leaving, I used the most vicious language I could imagine to throw my curses at the woman¡¯s face:

    "You bloated fat old woman!"

    She had an expressionless face I would rather think that she was so angry that she was speechless, because thinking this way would make me feel a little more balanced.

    Well, to briefly summarize my current situation: I am living in a noisy city where rumors and scandals abound, and my ears are filled with all kinds of vague and vague rumors from my seven aunts and eight aunts.  The stupid woman whose clothes are far more important than the danger of the continent is forced to get a dress that is destined to not fit her, and she has to take some time out of her busy schedule to risk her life to save this fragile world.  I can't imagine a worse situation than this.

    "Jeff" Suddenly, a clear female voice sounded from behind me on the left.  At first I wasn't sure if the voice was calling me, but after I hesitated for a moment, the voice called out my full name more clearly, "Jeffrey Kidd, here, we are here"

    As soon as I turned around, a beautiful figure came into my sight: it was a human woman, wearing a dazzling "shining crown" studded with various colored gems, and wearing a sky blue "water elf" dress.  "Rippled" cassock, holding a walnut two-handed staff "The Protector of the Great Magician" inlaid with purple crystals in his hand, and his body was covered with golden and expensive bits and pieces.  You have to admit that she is a very beautiful human woman, and her elegant and luxurious clothes are eye-catching, but looking at her charming smile, you can always unconsciously feel a kind of corrupt nouveau riche temperament.  The caring and tender eyes she looks at you always remind people of the butcher's joy in looking forward to a good harvest as he watches the piglets he raised grow fat day by day.

    "Jeffrey Kidd, you still owe four hundred and seventy-six gold coins, four silver coins, and sixty-two copper coins in the guild's account. I have recorded them all in the account!" The woman saw this.  I screamed as excitedly as if I had picked up a wallet - as far as I know, this is the first thing she says when she greets every guild member.

    Okay, let me correct you. The worst situation I can think of is: living in a noisy city where rumors and scandals abound, and my ears are filled with all kinds of vague and vague rumors from my aunts and uncles. Being raped by a  A stupid woman who thinks that a new dress is far more important than the danger of the continent is forced to get a dress that is destined to not fit her, and she has to take some time out of her busy schedule to risk her life to save this fragile world.  And all of this is worse than you standing next to our President, the ferocious collector and amasser of wealth, the greedy Dragon Clan Concubine Miss Yin in human form, with nothing and nothing in your hands.

    Wagner, this idiot, moved too slowly. He should have destroyed the world earlier?

    ¡°Looking at the president approaching step by step through the crowd, I secretly thought
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