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Chapter 212 0211: The Song of Ghosts

Colette was looking forward to the dinner.

The first day he came to Sandton Kaya made him very inspired and positive, but it was difficult for him to speak or write.

The dinner began, and the villagers sang folk songs and performed a blessing dance dedicated to an old god.

Crater's inspiration was almost gushing out, but he suppressed his heartstrings and chose to continue waiting, just like the first sip of fresh wine at the beginning of a feast, there must be a ritual beginning before he can enjoy the delicious food that follows.

The poems he created also need an opportunity, a starting point.

Hume and City always had a cheerful aura, and Bolton's group of mercenaries replaced Tomio as the wine exchange during the banquet.

Those funny and weird travel anecdotes made everyone laugh out loud.

Ken's presence always reassures the village.

Mrs. Xi Wei takes care of the inside and outside, and incorporates the ingredients purchased from the vendors today into the dishes. Those top-quality cheeses and vegetables and fruits from over the wall can always make the lips and teeth of the people in the north enjoy a different kind of stimulation.

Clayton squatted among a group of children.

Refugees flocked here, and the age structure in the tribe was quite complicated.

The children were of different ages, some were seven or eight winters old, some still had cold snot, and the oldest still had spears cut out of tree branches pinned to their waists.

Everyone gathered around this strange guest, Kreiter was blind, and a child was waving tentatively in front of the mask.

Thanks to Ken's education at Sandton Kaya.

Even the naughtiest of kids didn't do nasty pranks.

On the contrary, this group of little guys who have experienced ups and downs and know the warmth and coldness of the world reveal a kind of simplicity and kindness.

Clayte did not teach them to sing Margotha.

A ditty popular in the North.

The children protected the bard in the middle to prevent the passing villagers from touching him, and some people would take melons and fruits from the elders at the feast, and hand them to Kreiter, touching them lightly. His lips, indicating that this is a good thing.

"Hi, kid, what's your name?"

Kleite didn't feel that there was a cloud in front of him, and even under the cover of the bonfire, he could become the most brilliant star in the dome.

The girl timidly hid behind her brother.

"My sister can't talk," the boy continued to the poet, shaking her hand, "she seems to like your song."

Only then did the children turn their attention to the boy.

They were one of the few orphans of Sandon Kaya, and they were [meat species] rescued by Zhan Jing from the black market of the Duva tribe, ending their fate of being trafficked to the southern border countries.

"Have you ever spoken before?"

Kreit squatted among the children, and the cloud-like mask always gave people a sense of flow.

The elder brother thought for a moment and replied: "It seems to be true. When Mom and Dad were still there, they said that Lily would never cry since she was born."

"Lily, she?"

Crater didn't ask the girl's name, his tone was steady, smooth, and gentle.

The boy stretched out his hand to protect her, but his small arms could make people feel at ease, and there was no cowardice in his speech and demeanor.

"Now that the banquet has begun, shall we sing the last song?"

Crait makes no suggestions.

The children all agreed, and Lili also hid behind his brother and smiled happily.

She peeked at the bard's mask through her brother's arm, and the flowing clouds on it seemed to be floating slowly.

Sporadic, but dancing.

The ghost wings soaked in ink, fly.

The sound of prayers, the beating of the heart, and the lights flickering in the forest...

The words that Kreiter hums now are different from all the works he has shown in front of the children tonight.

Those short stories told in Umma language are like a bedtime story.

Lily leaned in his brother's arms, enjoying the warm palm brushing the ends of his hair.

The children seem to have fallen into a dream together, and there are candlelight-soaked memories in the dream, as well as ghost legends told by the elders.

In the eternally silent night in the north, there seems to be life gradually waking up.

Those ghosts entrenched in the silence came out of prayers and blessings and became stories passed down by people.

"When children meet in a dream, never look into each other's eyes."

"Yes, child, do not speak."

"Shh."

The clear and piercing voice awakened Lili violently. She seemed to think of something, and hurried to shake her brother.

The boy also came to his senses and began to comfort his sister.

At this moment, beside the warm bonfire, the sleeping children had been taken away by their parents. Lili saw the bard sitting opposite the flame, looking at him through the ethereal orange light.

It seems that just now...

He also sat outside, looking at himself in his dream.

"Are you ok?"

Suddenly, a steady and strong hand embraced the Lili brothers and sisters.

The boy raised his head and saw Zhan Jing sitting beside him. Although he had a light beard, he still exuded a friendly and reliable atmosphere.

"It's okay, Mr. sings to lull us to sleep, Lily seems to be dreaming."

The boy patted his sister on the back and found that the little girl had fallen asleep again.

At this moment, Mrs. Xi Wei, who was busy with the work of the banquet, arrived late, and took the two children away talking and laughing.

She's a native of Sandun Kaya and she's been through it all.

This kind-hearted lady is currently taking care of the two orphans, she is very caring, and even made all the cloth distributed by Zhanjing into new clothes for the children.

Wait until the other party leaves.

Only then did Ken turn his gaze back to Clater, and he asked, "Tell me, what's going on?"

The bard folded his fingers, raised his hand and said with a smile, "What I sang just now was a song composed by spirit monsters, but it was translated into Uma language."

"So, what I care about is these two children."

Ken was succinct.

He swore to protect all the people in the village, including the Lili brothers and sisters of course. No matter what strange things happened, he had to intervene.

"Relax, sir."

Kleite shook his head, expressing that he was not hostile.

He knew people very well, and found that the girl Lily was not an ordinary mute, so he used the ghostly tune to verify his conjecture.

"She's a psychic, and she's gifted. Muteness is just an illusion of physical limitations."

Crater pointed at himself and said, "Just like me, do you think I'm blind in the ordinary sense?"

Ken was rather surprised.

Wusenbu once told himself that cases of [Miling]'s extraordinary talents are very rare, and he never thought that he would meet one of the wandering orphans of the Dua tribe.

"If you hadn't appeared, she would have been trafficked to the countries in the southern borders, and she would probably have been well-trained by those nobles who love strange and mysterious techniques, and eventually she would become a very special existence."

Clayton smiled lightly.

"She is not dumb, but can only communicate with ghosts. That is a rare life in the world, something that lives in legends."

(End of this chapter)