Chapter 475 - Lamb stew (1/2)

Then the storyteller touched on the Saboteurs and spoke of how it had quietly changed from purely fighting against the use of nuclear weapons in its earlier years to having different aims now that the group had gone through some reorganization in its ranks.

The customers in the tavern were all old-timers, so they had heard many stories from the storyteller before. Therefore, when stories were repeated, they would appear uninterested and only focused on drinking.

Only Ren Xiaosu was listening attentively from the beginning til the end. Some of the customers beside him could not help but wonder who he was. This was because the spending level at this tavern meant that not anyone could come here just because they wanted to. Now that a rich man had suddenly appeared in town, everyone would definitely pay a little more attention to him.

However, they realized Ren Xiaosu would just sit there alone and listen to the stories being told every day. He did not try to interact with them at all. The esquires in town were all thinking to themselves that he was probably some family member of the Zong Consortium that had escaped the war and that it was only a matter of time before his pockets were emptied.

Ren Xiaosu listened to the stories every day, and his life became unusually peaceful. But one day, he received a text message on the old and worn-out cell phone he carried around. “Stronghold 67, C Rank. Takers, please reply.”

This text was very perplexing, so Ren Xiaosu did not bother with it. He was just using the cell phone as a camera, and he found it quite novel.

Ren Xiaosu used the cell phone to take pictures of the beautiful sunset. When he saw the sumptuous lamb stew in the tavern, he took a picture of it as well. He thought that when he got reunited with Liuyuan in the future, he could show him the pictures and let him know what the legendary lamb stews were like.

The stew in the tavern was different from those sold at the market stalls in town. It was slightly more expensive but also had meat.

After ordering the stew, the waiter in the shop would even give each customer two flatbreads and let them break it themselves. The easier they tore, the better.

Some people said that if you didn’t break the bread yourself, or if you didn’t do it properly, the chef would secretly spit in your stew.

On this day, Ren Xiaosu came to the tavern and realized the storyteller was not there. Curious, he asked the waiter, “Where’s the storyteller?”

The waiter smiled and said, “You must not know since you’re a new customer. The old man doesn’t come here every day. He occasionally takes a break too; when depends on his mood.”

Ren Xiaosu thought to himself that this wouldn’t do. He was looking forward to listening to more stories. Hence, he resolutely asked the waiter where the storyteller lived and went to knock on his door to make him go to the tavern to tell his stories.

The old man was stunned as well. “Young man, I’m only in the storytelling business because I don’t want to work in a factory. You showing up at my door now suddenly makes me feel like I’m back in the days when I was still working at the factory before I went blind.”

Ren Xiaosu felt a little embarrassed by his words. However, the old man sighed again and said, “When I heard that you were showing up at the tavern every day, I thought that it was because you were interested in my granddaughter. But now it seems like you just really want to hear my stories. Tell me then, what stories would you like to hear? We won’t be going to the tavern today. After all, I might not tell the stories that you want to hear in front of so many people.”

The young woman next to him turned a little shy and hid back in her room. Meanwhile, Ren Xiaosu was stunned. He suddenly realized that although this old man had blindness of the eyes, his heart was not affected.

This world was really a strange place. Some people were not blind, yet they could not see the truth of things.

When Ren Xiaosu heard this, he did not bother hiding it anymore. He bluntly said, “Grandpa, I want to hear stories about the Anjing House.”

The storyteller smiled. “That’s not something a normal person should hear about.”

“Do you feel that I’m normal?”

“You’re right. You’re not normal at all. I’ll tell you then.”

Although the Anjing House had not been established for that long, it was an exceptionally mysterious organization since its inception. Their extraordinary strength was not self-proclaimed. In all these years, there were indeed no missions the Anjing House could not accomplish.