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Chapter 213 0212: Poems of the North

Ken sat in front of the campfire in silence for a long time.

The children's elders came to pick them up one after another, and Mrs. Silver was bringing warm water for Lili to wash in front of the winter house.

"Is there something I should pay attention to?"

asked Ken.

"No, it's a matter of luck." Kreit Wuyin said calmly, "She should be able to discover her talent in a few years, and then spy the shadow of ghosts from dreams or corners."

Miling has outstanding talent and is the key training object of many tribes in the northern border.

Those ghosts have weird tempers, just like the existence that strangled the traffickers in [Sound Forest], they are all monsters that are difficult to communicate, but powerful.

Ken had seen it before, and he was terrified.

Kreiter suddenly handed over a piece of paper.

The bard said it was transcribed impromptu while the children were asleep.

Half of his mask was now covered with the orange light of the bonfire...

It looks scary.

"What's this?" Ken asked.

He didn't reach out to pick it up in a hurry, because the other party's expression was obscure at this time.

Clayton explained:
"This is something used to teach Lili to drive spirit monsters. Communication needs to be practiced. If you want to get continuous help, you must sign a corresponding contract with spirit monsters."

Ken listened quietly, his expression suddenly indifferent.

He raised his head and stared at Clayt with displeasure, and asked, "Are you teaching me how to cultivate Lili into a weapon? She is only a few years old, and she is still a child who depends on her brother."

"Do you feel uneasy?"

Kreiter held the manuscript paper between his fingers.

Many tribes in the northern region regard miling as treasures, and when they grow up, they will contribute their talents to the tribe that gave birth to them.

Spirit monsters will be accompanied by ghost spirits and stay together for a lifetime until their physical bodies die.

Clayton tried to be calm and objective.

Ken is a trailblazer, he needs resources and all kinds of power.

"As I said just now, if you hadn't shown up, Lili would have been sold to the countries in the southern borders, and his fate would be even more miserable. As for the details, I'm afraid you won't even have the heart to listen to me."

Crater paused, his half-mask was hard to see joy or sorrow.

Ken stared at his white pupils, and asked word by word:

"Have you experienced it?"

The campfire shook violently.

Seasonal storms are brewing, and ghost winds are common at night.

After everything calmed down, Kreiter showed a calm smile, and then handed out the things in his hand again.

He said: "It will be uncomfortable, but it just needs a few days to get used to it, and I believe Lily is very willing to help you, to help Thornton Kaya."

The flame continued to burn.

The dark red charcoal gradually revealed frosty white.

Ken stretched out his hand steadily, like picking fruit, and took the manuscript paper from the bard's hand.

Then throw it into the bonfire.

Crater felt his fingers get cold.

Immediately afterwards, the orange light in front of him suddenly swelled, and there was a burning smell in the night wind. It was a raw material added during the process of pressing paper, and it would bring a pungent sour smell when it was destroyed by high temperature. taste.

"We haven't talked about it, and you're not allowed to mention it to Lily."

Ken removed the tomahawk to lighten the weight.

"Everyone, including Selena, seems to be putting pressure on Thornton Kaya, and everyone is reminding me that it's imminent."

Ken fiddled with the tomahawk with one hand, and brushed through his tangled hair with the other.

He is already doing his best to make preparations, whether it is to subdue the giant beast or expand the armament...

But everything must have a principle.

"I have to remind you, Blazers, the bottom line is the soft spot."

Clayton said with a lazy tone and an elegant accent.

Ken shook his head.

"Lili is just a child, so I'll just pretend she didn't realize she's a psychic. Maybe one day, she will come to me to solve her confusion, but I will never be so mad as to use her pain to build my own exploits."

He continued: "If I really want to use all means, what is the point of protecting everything? When I really do not hesitate to destroy everything in exchange for Thornton Kaya, it is just a ruin, and my ultimate goal has never been forced Survive, but build a dream tribe."

"I'm very curious about your dream and would like to hear more about it."

Clayton seemed convinced.

He realized that Ken was not a pioneer in the usual sense, but an overly naive dreamer.

This kind of romanticism is usually criticized by the world.

But sitting in front of him is a bard, a group of madmen living on romanticism.

"I...hehe, I can't tell."

Ken laughed. Whenever he mentioned this matter, he could always feel a kind of beautiful emotion echoing in his chest.

He turned his head and looked for something in the crowd.

……

Joan sat with Meg.

She is also going to guard the gate of the [Bathroom] tonight, so Mrs. Xi Wei took the extra work and let the girl have a good rest.

Joan felt her pulse quicken.

Because she was found out about spying on Zhan Jing, those eyes were looking at her, so she turned her head quickly, just in time to see the girls discussing tonight's dance.

McGonagall caught a glimpse of Ken.

In an instant, she guessed what the girl beside her was thinking.

"Ahem, let me ask... is tonight's program too monotonous." Mag clapped his hands lightly, "We haven't listened to a song for a long time, and when Zhan Jing came back today, why didn't we sing the familiar winter rhyme? "

The girls booed.

Kitty and Hume also approached, and the scattered banquets began to gather into a huge circle, and the dancers also took their bows and retreated.

The bone flutes in the village played one after another.

The villagers come from various tribes, and everyone has various beliefs, and they also have completely different cultural characteristics. When those musical instruments with different styles start to play the bone Xiao, the scene becomes extraordinarily warm and happy.

……

"It's a stroke of luck that Joan started singing, and every time I'm at a loss, this song reminds me that Thornton Kaya's future lies in her singing."

Ken stood up with [Dawn and Twilight].

Kelet sat in his original position, he was still facing the bonfire, and suddenly said: "Young pioneer."

Ken stood still and turned around.

Kleite Wu raised his head, met his gaze with frosty white pupils, and said with a smile: "I don't know if you opened it just now, but the paper is actually blank."

"Oh, yes."

Ken pouted, not paying attention.

Anyway, the manuscript paper has been burned to ashes, so what can be changed regardless of whether there is content in it?

Clayton stood up with a smile, and followed him to the bonfire in the center of the village.

The shy girl also spoke softly under the encouragement of everyone.

With just one sentence, everything is quiet.

In the back, even the instruments faded away, leaving only sweet voices humming the winter songs of Thornton Kaya.

Those words are simply too beautiful in the Umma language context.

(End of this chapter)