Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

On the main stage of the opera, Vivienne walked on the road a little hesitantly. She knew that everything in front of her eyes was an illusion projected from her heart, but she still couldn't help recalling that unbearable past.

It was a toy store in the alley of her home.

It is not without reason that road paving is more expensive than street paving.

In St. Layton, paved roads meant protection from patrolmen, safety.

The street shops in the slums are exposed to dark violence.

Even if it is separated by a floor tile, it is not within the scope of the policeman's responsibility. Even if the street shop is set on fire, the policeman has the right to turn a blind eye.

Just across the street, it was Vivienne's favorite toy store when she was a child.

She likes that boss very much, because the boss, who also came from a poor background, never dislikes poor children like them, and even occasionally lends them free toys that are defective and cannot be sold.

Unfortunately, it all ended when she was seven years old.

The vision in front of me was the toy store with a big hole in the window. She stepped into the ruins of the toy store through the huge hole in the window.

At this time, the phantom sound of glass breaking suddenly sounded, which reminded her of the day when the toy store was smashed by hooligans.

"Boom!"

The glass shattered!

Countless fragments swirled in the air, reflecting the sunlight and the expressionless faces of the patrolmen at the intersection.

And the person who tried to stop the hooligans from extorting protection fees and wanted to protect the store manager was thrown out by the hooligans, smashed through the window, and rushed out of the store... It was her!

Seeing her as a little girl, Vivian's heart ached.

Music, sounding at the right time!

When the long flute sounds in the void, it is like an ancient ballad, making the audience feel a sense of impermanence in an instant.

On the podium in front of the orchestra, Mark watched the ghost musicians playing the music on the score clearly and unmistakably. He nodded in satisfaction, and then cleared his throat.

Take out his strength as the champion of the city's youth singing competition that year.

At this moment, he turned into a narrator of suffering, speaking with a magnetic voice:

"All... are brave!"

"The wound on your forehead."

"Your... different... your mistake..."

If there is another traveler in the audience, he will immediately know that Mark is singing "The Lonely Brave"!

The song was never a traditional opera.

However, this is recognized by more than one billion people, and has become a crazy and widely circulated piece of music for countless elementary school students in China.

The piece itself is too short, only four and a half minutes, not enough to be universally recognized as a true opera.

Mark has a trick...

However, just the shallow singing at the beginning of the statement is enough to immerse people in the sad atmosphere and quickly immerse themselves in it, and the beauty of the music itself overflows on the spot.

Before opening his voice, Mark, as the conductor and the guest audience, knew very well that the three of them were playing on an isolated island in a dark spiritual world.

But when he sang the first verse of the Wright version, lights lit up over the island.

First one, then two, three, four.

If you feel it carefully, you will feel a faint divine light radiating from there. Even if it is felt in a rough way, there is an urge to kneel down on the spot and worship him.

It was a private room related to the gods.

Mark didn't know whether it was the deities of the gods or some afterimages that came.

But he knew that the three of them at least had a good start.

In the box of the God of Music, the avatar of the Muse is squinting his eyes half-closed, observing the performance on the stage while listening to the soundtrack and the lyrics of this opera.

This kind of performance is undoubtedly a subversion of traditional opera.

Of course she didn't know that the original version was actually a music video, not an opera.

The bright beginning has firmly attracted her mind.

What's interesting is that if she, as the goddess of music, doesn't jump out and say that this is not an opera, then no other gods will come out to give Mark a red card.

The calm and powerful melody is beautiful and full of narrative, and Muse's wine-red eyes suddenly lit up. Just this melody did not disappoint her curiously abandoning her work and coming to listen to the music.

At this time, the music points gradually strengthened in the opera began to strengthen the impression of the opera in the mind of the Muse, and the acceleration full of rhythm made the audience understand that the opera was about to enter the main topic.

The magnetic male voice continued to sing:

"You...don't need to hide!"

"Your battered doll."

"Your mask, your ego—"

Just a few lines of lyrics immediately pierced Vivian's heart fiercely.

She was a little crazy, she really didn't know whether her temporary partner was an angel or a devil.

Because of her humble background, she began to hide her inner weakness in repeated street scuffles and cruel competitions.

There are always some bad kids in the slums who take pleasure in destroying other children's toys. For this reason, Vivian even has to carefully hide her puppet bear every day.

From childhood to adulthood, she managed to create a resolute and indifferent spiritual mask for herself, but under Mark's simple but highly infectious lyrics, she showed signs of disintegration.

She felt her emotions were starting to spin out of control.

It happened that she was in the back alley of a bar, and she 'saw' a few old acquaintances again - they were the hooligans who smashed down her beloved toy store. No, not only them, among the enemies on the opposite side, there were also the cultists she had hunted and killed.

Together they gave her the most ferocious laugh and rushed towards her with shiny weapons raised high.

As luck would have it, this sparked another melee as a burly hunk found his wife and daughter's murderer in a bar.

A big melee started.

Until this moment, the god-level audience of the opera suddenly understood-this is a story about a girl who rose from the slums.

To be honest, at this moment, several 'audiences' are already ready to lay their hands on the opera. For example, if you are playing dirty, strengthen the combat power of the rogue on the opposite side.

Originally, the relationship between the various gods is what you agree with, and your opponent must oppose it.

Everyone has long seen that the protagonist is the night believer, and the supporting role is the son of the storm.

It is amazing that no one made a move, not even the Sin Sect, which is extremely hostile to the Church of Light and Night, did not make a move.

The Muse let out a long sigh of relief.

She is afraid!

She is really scared!

Afraid of artless bastards ruining what could very well be a classic opera.

As the opera continued, her nervousness gradually subsided, and she was infected by the music melody and plot that followed, and she became happy. Even her graceful divine body swayed slightly back and forth following the melody, and her hands beat the time.

"Exalted Muse, is this opera really that good? It sounds a little... unconventional," one of her angels asked.

The muse curled her lips: "Even if it is a real classic, you will get tired of it after listening to it ten thousand times. Not to mention my believers, even in this world, there is a serious lack of new blood of art. Damn it! Why is there a A genius with extraordinary musical talent is not my believer!?"

On the edge of the stage, Mark's singing continued:

"They say... bring light to tame every monster."

"They say... get your wounds stitched up, no one loves clowns."

"Why is it not honorable to be alone?"

"People are only imperfect and worthy of praise."

"Who says a man covered in mud isn't a hero—"

His low voice gradually became ethereal, and when he sang this line, he happened to be fighting fiercely with the hateful patrolmen in the dark back alley, and Vivienne suffered another severe blow to her heart.

Suddenly there was an urge to burst into tears.

Vivian screamed in her heart: Bastard! why do you understand Why do you understand me——

Born in a side line, when the young master of the master's family was enjoying fine clothes, fine food, and a good education, she was struggling in the dirty back alleys of the city.

However, this lyric seems to be tailor-made for her.

At this moment, Vivienne was more than just entering the show. She was just out of control.

Instead of using her best bow and crossbow, she used her purest fists to fight fiercely with the projections of the patrolmen on the stage.

Fist to the flesh!

The trick is deadly!

Whether she, Conrad, or Mark, no one noticed...

In the box of light and night, the mists of night—come down!