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Chapter 69: Poet Laureate Yeats (First Order Request!)
Kendra stared at the illusion in the water curtain.

The grass is lush and green, and the goddess of youth stands tall and graceful, dazzling, as if she herself is a petal covered with sunshine.

Yeats's melodious, low chant was as gentle as the wind:
"When you are old, your hair is grey, and you are sleepy..."

Perren's face was a little solemn just now, but when he heard the first two sentences, he immediately showed a smile of confidence.

How could the goddess of youth grow old? Candela thought, the test question is to win the favor of the goddess of art and youth with poetry, how can I touch her heart by saying that she is old?

The blonde beauty, the incarnation of the goddess of art and youth, gazed at Yeats quietly with a pair of bright eyes.

"Sitting wearily by the fire, take down this poem and read it slowly." Yeats said, "Recall the softness of your eyes, and recall their heavy shadows."

Kendela thought to himself…it would be too difficult for Yeats to defeat Perron with poetry.

After all, the elves are naturally talented, and few humans can match them.

However, the artistic conception created by these two lines of Yeats's poem is no less than that of Perron's frank "Ode to Youth".

As Yeats pondered, he entered the second paragraph of his poem and his speech speed increased slightly.

"How many people love you in your youthful days,"

"Love your beauty, whether it comes from false or true love."

Peren was stunned…Why did it feel like I was suddenly mentioned?

I'm not pretending, I just imagined her face to be Miss Sora's!

The emotions slowly rose, and Yeats's tone suddenly changed, causing the eyes of the goddess of youth to gleam.

"There is only one person who loves your sincere soul and the traces of time on your sad face."

At this point, the topic is thrown out.

Perron's eyes were filled with surprise, and he finally understood that Yeats was first criticizing and then praising!
Imagine the goddess of art and youth aging, and say that even after she is old, praise will still be offered to her.

Perun once heard a legend that the sacred object of the goddess of youth, the 'Golden Apple', was stolen, causing the gods to become aging. Although it was eventually found, she was severely punished.

If this legend is true, then the goddess of youth will also have anxiety about aging, and Yeats undoubtedly touched the heart of the goddess of youth!

Not good.

Perron observed the reaction of the goddess of youth, and his expression changed slightly.

Yeats's poem is refreshing for the goddess of youth. Its artistic quality is not inferior to my poems at all, and its intention is even higher!
The poem has entered the third paragraph, and Yeats's excited emotions slowly calm down, and he slowly said:
"He bent over beside the stove, drooping his brows, thinking in sorrow, muttering to himself."

"How love dies, how it climbs the mountains, how it hides its face among the stars."

The breeze blew through the boy's silver hair.

Everything was silent except for the gentle hum of the wind blowing across the green grass, as if the poem was still echoing, the lingering sound.

Peren was stunned.

The last paragraph is actually sublimated directly?
The quality of Yeats' poem is enough to be passed down to later generations.

Based on the emotions you contain in your poems, you should be vying for the God of Love's choice!
The shock on Perron's face was evident in Candela's eyes.

The white-haired old man stroked his beard slowly, his eyes deep, and I was unconsciously drawn into Yeats's poetry, as if a wise and elegant witch appeared before my eyes.

But that was more than a hundred years ago.

Candela let out a long sigh: "This is youth!"

next moment.

Candela was slightly startled, only to see the scenery of the illusion change again. This was a sign of passing the test!
In fantasy.

The daytime above the goddess of youth turned into a starry night sky. The beautiful and mysterious aurora danced in the night sky like silk, reflecting her beautiful face.

She smiled and said:

"What is the name of this poem?"

Yeats said: "When You Are Old." A famous poem "When You Are Old" from William Butler Yeats in the previous life was adapted into a Chinese pop song and was once covered by the "music poet" Li Jian.

The Aurora Poetry Festival collected poems for "Phantom Wings", and this poem was voted to the top of the list. Yeats paid special attention to this poem from the poet of the same name, and now he directly dedicates it to the goddess of youth.

"Ye Zhi, I remember this." The goddess of youth nodded her head and smiled, "Now, I want to give you a gift."

She stretched out her slender fingers and gently plucked the strings in the air. The aurora in the vast night sky was like an orchestra obeying a conductor, forming a harp pattern, and melodious music echoed continuously.

Peren, who was standing by, looked up and opened his mouth in shock.

I once read in a book that such a magnificent scene is the sign of the birth of the chosen one of art!

Becoming the Chosen One of Arts means that Yeats will be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort in his career advancement as a bard, and will possess outstanding talents in the five major arts of music, poetry, painting, sculpture and dance.

Throughout the ages, many art gods have been born. The most famous art gods on the continent of Midgard are the four legendary poets who wrote the four great epics.

Even the elves, who have always been proud of their artistic talents, can only become background figures in front of the God of Art.

But that is the background chosen by God!
"I actually competed with an art god's choice on the same stage?" Peren's eyes lit up. "This matter can be written into my personal biography - unfortunately I lost to the art god's choice!"

Immediately, Peren's figure disappeared as if rejected by the illusion.

Then, the goddess of youth waved her hand gently, and the aurora dispersed into millions of fluorescent lights. These fluorescent lights fell from the starry sky, flew towards Yeats, and disappeared into his body.

There was a loud bang in Ye Zhi's head, and an indescribable power surged out of his body.

When I closed my eyes, I could actually see the fluorescent light in my body forming the shape of a tree.

The Kabbalah Tree of Life, the source of all extraordinary power, at the root of the tree, a newly born ring is shining!

The door to the extraordinary world suddenly opened, and a vast white light appeared from it!
Officially promoted to bard.

A sense of exhilaration arises spontaneously.

Yeats couldn't help but sigh.

It’s already like this for the first level promotion, so it’s impossible to take off for the legendary level promotion!
At the same moment, the panel prompt sounds continued, sounding so pleasant.

"You have passed the test of the goddess of youth!"

"The goddess of art and youth favors you and bestows upon you the true name 'Idun'."

"You have become the 'Chosen One of Art'!"

"You have gained new talents, new blessings, new spells..."

Ye Zhi was dazzled by the series of prompts and couldn't help but smile. He planned to take a closer look after leaving the illusion.

At the same time, Yeats felt his will gradually returning and found himself standing in the hall of the Temple of Youth.

Peren was sitting on a bench, holding his head, feeling very regretful.

"I had clearly imagined the goddess of youth as Miss Sora and devoted my heart to her, but the one chosen by the God of Art turned out to be Yeats..."

Ye Zhi's mouth twitched.

It would be a miracle if you could become the chosen one of art!
There was thunderous applause from outside the temple, and Philus' voice echoed over the square.

"This year's Poet Laureate has been chosen! The Poet Laureate, Yeats, will give the final speech for this year's Aurora Poetry Festival!"

When Yeats walked out of the temple, he was met with enthusiastic, curious and expectant looks from the citizens.

Kendala came over with a smile, put the crown woven from laurel branches on Yeats' head, patted his shoulder, and said softly, "Just say a few words."

I can’t copy out the poem for the time being… Yeats thought secretly… But it’s harmless, what really matters is that it makes everyone happy!

"The sun hasn't set yet."

Ye Zhi said loudly:
"Keep on playing music and dancing!"

(End of this chapter)