Chapter 579.2 (1/1)

”Another one! One more! ” The drinkers in the tavern yelled at the old man. They are not satisfied with the old man's story, so I hope he can continue the story.

But the old man looked out of the window with drunk eyes. The night was very deep. So he shook his head and coughed, ”no, I can't help it. It's time to talk about it. My little grandson is waiting for me to put him to sleep. I have to go back soon. Tomorrow, I will continue to tell the story of the grey robed mage. How about that? ”

The owner of the hotel knocked on the counter to calm down the customers. The old man's story is the main reason for the flourishing business of the tavern. In addition, the boss himself is a loyal audience of the old man, so he doesn't want the old man to get into trouble. ”Since the old man has said that, don't rush him. Come on, to celebrate the end of this story, I'll treat you to a drink

The atmosphere in the tavern became lively again because of the boss's words. The old man also took advantage of this opportunity to pick up his coat hanging at the door and walked into the night. The tavern in the town is not far away from the house. By moonlight, the old man felt out the key chain in his arms and found the one that could open the door. He gently opened the door, afraid to wake up the sleeping family, but found a small figure sitting in the living room. That's his grandson. He's wearing a blanket and his head is up and down because he's sleepy.

The old man saw this scene and showed a warm smile. He closed the door, picked up the flint on the wardrobe and lit the oil lamp by the door. The sudden light woke up the little guy. ”Grandpa, you're back, hachet...”

He quickly went up, put the lantern carefully on the table, and picked up his grandson, ”why don't you stay up so late?”

”I want to hear the story! If you don't tell a story, I won't sleep! ” Being held in the arms of his grandfather, the little guy immediately came to the spirit, his eyes open big, looking at his grandfather.

The old man couldn't help being so coquettish, so he put his grandson on the bench next to the fireplace, then borrowed the fire from the lantern with tongs and lit the fireplace. When the warm fire filled the room, the old man took two bottles of milk from the cupboard and put them on the fireplace to heat. Then he sat down in the soft cushion of the bench in the urge of the little guy. He picked up a cushion and put it on his leg so that his grandson could lean on it. Then he carefully checked whether the blanket on the latter was tightly wrapped, for fear that the cold wind would penetrate through the gap. After all this, the old man spoke again.

”Well, you boy. Then I'll tell you the story of the grey robed mage... ”

”No! I don't want to hear his story As soon as the little guy heard his grandfather's beginning, he quickly interrupted. Then he found that his attitude seemed not very polite. He explained in a red face, ”you always tell me the story of the grey robed mage. I want to hear from others today. All right, grandfather

”Well, my little prince, of course. So, whose story would you like to hear? ”

”Well I want to hear from the count of black mountain! The story of the handsome Lothar The little guy said excitedly that the children always yearn for colorful things, and the grey robe is too boring for him.

”The story of Lothar. Well, let's tell his story today.”

The firewood in the fireplace crackled because of the roasting. In the little sparks flying, the old man's voice began to tell by the fireplace