In the afternoon, Jean left the Deer Hunter Restaurant.
He was deep in thought as he walked back to the Knights 'station.
"If it's possible, after the matter with the Demonic Wind Dragon comes to an end, I can go to the Oath Cape before dawn to take a look, right?”
"If we invite Jiang Chen, will he be rejected?”
"If only I had time.”
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Mengde City Tower.
The top was Chengfeng Statue Square, and the bottom was the fountain square in the commercial district.
The Goethe Grand Hotel, which had been booked by the Fools, was in this area.
Ying and Paimon didn't go to the library.
Because they met an unexpected person halfway.
Or…Thieves?
"Wind element, is that all?”
Ying walked to the wall that was hung with flags and looked up.
Above that was the Wind God Statue Square.
"That green guy, did he climb up from here?”
"Ying, let's hurry up and follow him. Don't let him escape!" Paimon urged. He might have clues about the Demonic Wind Dragon!”
"Alright."
Ying looked around.
There were quite a lot of people.
Even if she had leggings, it would be difficult for her to climb the wall in a dress.
He could only go up the stairs at the side.
"Why would he run to a crowded place?”
Paimon asked doubtfully.
Ying thought for a moment and said,"Is this what they call fishing in troubled waters?" The more people there are, the less conspicuous they are?"
"Oh!"
Paimon gave her a sincere " you're really cultured " look.
The two of them strolled around the Wind God Statue Square.
Some were in love, some were flying kites, and some were sunbathing.
There was only the shadow right below the Wind God Statue.
There was a huge crowd.
"Let's go there and take a look."
said Paimon.
Ying nodded and walked over.
A gentle breeze blew over from outside the fruit wine lake, bringing with it the pleasant sound of a harp.
Paimon revealed a look of enjoyment.
Just as he was about to praise her, he realized that everyone was gathered together, listening quietly to the sound of the harp.
Ying led Paimon through the crowd.
He saw the person who played the harp.
It was the guy in green and white socks that they were looking for. He seemed to be a bard on the surface?
He plucked the strings.
The gentle harmony blended into the pleasant performance.
"The story I want to tell begins in the primordial era. At that time, the gods were still walking on the earth.”
"The Dragon of the Sky descended from the sky and was filled with curiosity about everything in the world.”
" Dragons seek their own answers, but they cannot understand the chaos of the world.”
The gentle voice of the bard and the beautiful performance painted a picture of the ancient times in the minds of the listeners.
The Wind Songster played the strings, using the Zither of the Sky to answer the questions of the pure dragon.
"Dragons are just curious children, flying without worries until now.”
"It listens to poetry and wants to learn how to sing so that all things can understand its heart.”
" The singer and the dragon turned into a legend..."
The melody suddenly changed.
The legendary origin and the gentle sound of the zither became hurried.
There seemed to be the sound of rain mixed in.
The bard paused for a moment, then used his tragic voice to outline the epic legend.
" The Dark Age will soon descend…"
" At this moment, the lion's teeth are rotten, the eagle flag is not raised, and another evil dragon is approaching Mond.”
" Suffering is the shadow that looms over the cathedral.”
"Sigh, the poet recomposed the poem.”
The sound of the harp and the cadence of the chant suddenly became louder.
The hearts of all the audience members who were listening to the performance shook slightly, as if the dark clouds that had shrouded them had been swept away by a hand.
"The Dragon of the Sky has come upon hearing the call.”
"Fight to the death with the evil dragon in the storm.”
"The Dragon of the Sky swallowed the poisonous blood of the evil dragon and fell into a deep sleep.”
The epic story came to an end.
Everyone listened quietly. No one spoke, and no one left.
Because the sound of the harp hadn't ended.
The sorrowful melody made one's heart tighten.
"Many years later, no one recognized it when it was revived.”
The bard seemed to empathize with him." Why do people hate me now?”
"The Zither of the Sky did not speak."
" Anger and sorrow, life and poisonous blood turned into tears and fell from the dragon's eyes.”
"Poetry is silent, and corruption is easy to take effect.”
"The Zither of the Sky is unable to speak.”
The sound of the harp and the chanting stopped abruptly.
The audience gathered together fell silent as they slowly reminisced.
Immediately…
"Wendy, what's next?"
someone asked.
"Behind?"
Wendy, the bard, scratched the back of her head and said,"I don't know either!"
Everyone was in an uproar.
"Tsk, this kind of poem that doesn't have a following, don't use it to perform, right?”
"This year's favorite Mond bard, you're gone!”
"How despicable! My interest has just been aroused!"
The audience grumbled as they quickly left.
Ying fell into deep thought.
" Dragon's Tears, Poisonous Blood..."
"Isn't this exactly what Jiang Chen said?”
She thought of the purified tear crystal." Could it be that the poem that this green fellow performed was real?”
If that was really the case, then this guy in front of him was not simple.
Wendy seemed to have just noticed that there were still two people here.
He felt that it looked familiar.
He frowned slightly and thought about it, suddenly remembering what had happened before.
"You are…"
"The person who scared Tevalin away at that time, right?”
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