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Fifty-Four: Wendy, the Best Troubadour

The melodious piano sound ended slowly, and the cyan poet leaning against the wall opened his eyes, showing a slightly playful smile,

“How is it? Is it a good song?”

“Should everyone give me some wine money, right?”

Excellent music cannot be fooled.

While admiring, the onlookers took out some small-denomination Mora from their pockets without hesitation, and put them into the hat placed on the ground in front of Wendy.

Some people were not even satisfied and asked for another song.

Wendy looked at the golden Mora piled up in the hat, and the smile on her face was even wider.

“Then play another song!”

After finishing speaking, he plucked the harp in his hand with his slender fingers, raised his head slightly, and began to sing in a melodious voice,

“Mountains and rivers are broken, and the world is devastated.”

“TheThe gods have passed, but the traces disappear. ”

“Look for poetry in mourning, and look for dreams in prison.”

“Don’t be afraid of dust and locks, the front of the part is dark.”

“The spring flowers bloom again, and the eagle swims in the blue sky.”

“The wind song is played, and freedom is brought.”

Another song ended, and a middle-aged man with a little beard on his face who was hugging a little girl next to him felt emotional,

“It’s actually [Song of the Wind]. It’s been a long time since anyone sang it.”

“And you can sing so well, you are undoubtedly an excellent troubadour.”

Wendy smiled slightly, and said quite proudly,

“Of course, I’m the best troubadour in the world.”

Such an unceremonious reaction made the man snort in dissatisfaction.

“Although it’s true that you can’t find anyone who is better than you, I can count five or six troubadours who are not as good as you.”

“You know, this is Mond!”

“Young, outstanding, skilled and spiritual troubadours are never in the minority.”

Wendy blinked her eyes and said innocently,

“I know this is Mond.”

“But I’m indeed the best troubadour in the world.”

After finishing speaking, he moved his fingers deftly, and played a piece of extremely difficult music with great ease.

The man fell silent.

Although he had already started a family and started a business, he was also a bard when he was young.

So he is very clear about the level of strength displayed by the short skill just now.

“Forget it, you say yes.”

“However, this year’s badminton festival may disappoint you.”

“Hey……”

He let out a little bit of confusion in his mouth.

Wendy bent down and piled up the Mora in the hat to form a Mora.

Then he put Mora in his pocket and put on his hat,

“disappointment?”

After looking at the newspaper in his daughter’s hand, the man said,

“Ah, because this time the badminton festival already has another protagonist.”

“Oh!!!”

Seemingly realizing it, Wendy said with a dazed expression,

“Are you talking about [Little Free Girl]?”

Seeing that the troubadour wasn’t going to perform any more, the crowd dispersed quickly.

But this man seemed to be interested in Wendy, so he continued,

“Yes, that’s her.”

“But now, many people already call her [Free Mentor].”

“It is said that the eleven-year-old child is the mentor who guides the Mond people to find freedom.”

Hearing the disapproval in his words, Wendy asked,

“Is not it good?”

“If she can really explain what freedom is, I believe Barbatos will be very happy.”

“maybe.”

The man said noncommittally,

“I’m not interested in what freedom is.”

“Everyone has their own freedom, how can it be summarized in a unified way?”

“The only thing I can’t understand is that the little girl has been alone all the time, without even an adult around her.”

“Before discussing freedom, I think her parents are too dereliction of duty.”

After finishing speaking, the man frowned,

“Forget it, let’s not talk about this.”

Embracing his daughter with one hand, he took out a Mora with a denomination of 10,000 from his pocket, and handed it to Wendy.

“The best troubadour in the world, my second child is about to be born.”

“Come and help me choose a name.”

“So that’s why you stayed with me and Nag.”

Wendy’s eyes lit up, and she immediately put away Mo La, as if she was afraid that the man would repent.

Then he thought for a while and said,

“Then call it Fengsong.”

The man is a little dissatisfied,

“I still don’t know if it’s a man or a woman.”

“rest assured!”

Wendy smiled and turned around,

“I can assure you, she is a very lovely daughter.”

Then he moved his legs diligently, and said cheerfully while running,

“Oh…you can buy wine now.”

The man stood there stupidly.

He felt as if he had been tricked.

Although I came out today, I just wanted to find a troubadour to name the child under the guidance of Fengshen.

But the troubadour I fancy seems very unreliable!

But, Feng Song?

Well, it’s a pretty good name!

After buying a bottle of dandelion wine, Wendy drank it and came to the unmanned booth.

He took out a 100 face value Mora from his body, and proudly raised his chin towards the Zephyr Knight who was standing guard and looking over.

Then, after throwing Mora into the cash box, she took a newspaper and left triumphantly.

This is the time to start talking.

Wendy, who just entered the city, is very curious about newspapers and the unmanned vending model.

But unfortunately, he doesn’t have any Mora on him.

So after wandering around the booth for a long time, he finally left with a grunt under the occasional glances of the West Wind Knight.

But now, Wendy paid for a newspaper openly and aboveboard, and immediately felt elated, but rewarded herself with several sips of dandelion wine.

in fruit wineFinding a decent location by the lake, Wendy looked at the newspaper in her hand,

“The triple freedom of man?”

“This statement is very interesting.”

“Freedom is clearly divided into human freedom.”

“Does that mean that there is still God’s freedom?”

At seven o’clock in the evening, in the Monde Square in front of the Fengshen Statue, there are already dense figures waiting.

Although there were still many people performing some performances, it was obvious that many audience members were absent-minded.

Because what they are waiting for is another person.

Mixing in the crowd, Wendy, who had already understood everything clearly, vibrated the strings, looking leisurely.

However, when a commotion came from afar, he stood up with a swipe.

“Sorry, everyone, this is the end of the performance.”

After finishing speaking, Wendy ran out quickly. The small figure nimbly shuttled through the crowd, and soon came to Amber, who was protected by the West Wind Knights.

“Freelance tutor, I’m Wendy, the best troubadour in the world.”

“Let me play background music for your speech, no money required!”

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