Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 789 The Daughter of the Sea
He is not a prince.

He is the son of a fisherman, a human being who doesn't like to laugh very much.I have seen him many times by the sea, he often squatted on the raised embankment, doing nothing, silently looking at the sea.I have spied many humans in the shallow shore, fishermen, shell collectors, and many humans who depend on the sea for their livelihood.They are busy, paying attention to their fishing nets and baskets for their own survival.He was special in this environment, something in the sea seemed to attract him, and I wondered what he saw.

I often cruise in the shallows and reefs to see if there are shipwrecks and drowning people, because that's how it is written in the story, the first encounter between the mermaid princess and the human prince, the beginning of land and sea.

My name is Princess, I'm a princess, because my father is the king of mermaids, so I got the name which means "princess".Of course the princess has to read fairy tales and dream the dreams a princess should have.I was driven close to the land by my dream, and when I finished searching for the prince, I would observe that special human from the sea.

I thought he was as special as me, I was a mermaid yearning for the land, and he was a human yearning for the sea.One day, two days... one month, two months.I couldn't help but hide behind the rocks and approached him.Mermaids have powerful telepathy, and I, Princess, can easily see through the hearts of others.

He is not a prince, his dream is to be a poet.

I was a little disappointed that he was observing the scene where the sea and the sky meet and brewing his own literature.A fisherman's son wanted to be a poet, but he didn't even know how to write. The limit he could do was to repeat some inelegant lines in his heart, as if crying.To the sea, for the sea will not blame him for idleness.I think he is so childish and interesting, he would not have thought of silently reciting like a baby, and since then he has secretly gained a sea of ​​listeners.

It must be my good impression of the land that kept me going. I didn't get bored with his repeated dry phrases. I was still waiting for the storm to overturn the sails of the prince by the sea. If the search fails, I will rush before dusk. Listen. He acted like a mime.I didn't try to contact him, because he was not a prince, he was dressed in the most plain clothes, and he was slovenly. The only good thing was his eyes, which were shining when he stared at the sea.

I won't go next time, I'm tired of it.Thinking about the disadvantages of wasting time in my heart, the sea illuminated by the setting sun will always leave my back.

We are growing up, and it is time for me to wake up from the fairy tale.

The prince will not wait for me, and I will not wait for him.My father will emphasize to me the responsibility of the mermaid princess recently, and I, Princess, should grow up.My father is very tolerant to me, I should repay his pampering.

The land people have changed a lot. They built a town on another part of the coast. The people in this corner are constantly relocating, and there are fewer and fewer people, just like my heart that is constantly settling.But he is still there, squatting on the same rock year after year, silently chanting short sentences that I can recite back and forth.Tonight will be the last time I will be a listener, I thought so, my back quietly pressed against the rock, and the sunset dyed my scales into a magnificent rainbow.

He didn't come, he left before me?A sense of grievance suddenly arose in my heart. My strong personality was on the tip of my horns. I quietly searched for his traces, and vowed to appear in front of him when I saw him. In front of him, I flicked my tail fin and splashed water on him. , and then drilled back into the sea.

When human beings left the sea, it seemed that they would never come back. The original village became deserted, and the plants swallowed up the traces of the village like a big fish.I became ashamed, but saw him before turning my head.

He sat on an old fishing boat and went out to sea like a fisherman.

He no longer wanted to be a poet, he became a fisherman.He's back, but I won't hear his optimistic phrases again.His father passed away, and he was not allowed to become a qualified fisherman before he left.I was under the boat, swimming slowly parallel to his fishing boat.His heart is full of sadness, the sadness that can melt his heart into the sea.

I no longer want the prince, but I regard him as my friend, a one-sided friend.

He is not a prince, but a fisherman, and his skills are not good enough.On the first day he went to sea full of sorrow, on the second day he went to sea hungry and cold, on the third day he lay on the shore, full of fear after drowning.I fear that if I don't do something, this young man will not live by the sea, but will die by the sea.I secretly hung the fish on his hook and listened to the joy of his harvest, which was like a flower blooming in the cold sadness.

I found something interesting to feed a human being instead of an ocean of mercy.I listened to his voice and felt his joy.He wasn't stupid, or self-aware, and he realized that these catches were not due to his lame fisherman skills, he realized that something was helping him, he realized that there was a goddess who favored him.

I sniggered in the shadow of the fishing boat, full of pride in being praised.

He began to write poems again, in praise of his imaginary sea nymph.This time, he sang it out, and the simple words danced on the waves facing the sea breeze.Those lines of gratitude, as monotonous as ever, are interesting.

I feel that the time has come, and I deserve the kindness I deserve, for my labor and compassion, in person.

With my hands on the side of the boat, I leaned out from under the water, the upper half of my body.Years of telepathy made me understand that this man is timid and cowardly, and he might not be able to accept a mermaid.But he'd presumably be fine with a beautiful young ocean lady entwined with water.

I'm glad I'm beautiful, and after reading his heartfelt message, I've gained a new appreciation for my look.

[Thank you, human beings, I brought you a good harvest! 】

My voice reminded him who was in a daze, and he immediately knelt down in the boat, his forehead hit the wooden oar and made a sound, his heart was full of awe of me.

"Thank you, Lady Goddess."

【Call me Princess Princess! 】

"Yes, Lord Princess Princess!"

We got in touch a little bit more, and soon I got tired of the superior attitude. I am the princess of the mermaid, and the worship of the people is enough. He is my friend, so he can treat me more normally.When I told him so, he didn't resist, and it seemed that he hadn't seen any big shots either.

【Hey, will your prince come to the beach? 】

"I haven't seen it, maybe I won't, why does the noble prince come to such a poor seaside." He said, without even realizing that he also regarded my mermaid country as a remote neighbor.In addition to my anger, I also heard a strange feeling in his heart.Jealousy, this strange feeling also creeps into me.

He is not a prince, but he also likes the mermaid princess.

(End of this chapter)