Cabin for two with Maid of Mond

"There are similarities and differences." Toth recalled, "If you want to talk about the bards I have seen before, or in a broader sense, including tour bands and the like, there are quite a few. But what I just remembered, Not a whole group of genres, but a particular poet."

"The person you think of when you see me? Please tell me." Wendy leaned forward, actively expressing her interest.

"That poet... Well, although you don't usually see it, he is actually quite high-ranking. There are seven very famous figures in that place, who are like legends, and he is one of them."

"...Is that so...huh..."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Toth was talking, but found that Wendy's attitude was a bit wrong.

On the surface, there was no special movement, and he was still sitting with a smile on his face, listening with anticipation.

But it seems that something, something that cannot be specifically referred to, is changing.

It must be described.

It's like, the natural airflow in the streets and squares, the breeze among the crowd, vaguely... settled down.

There is no definite evidence, and even the elemental power that Thoth is getting familiar with has not felt anything... But it does not mean that there must be no elemental power at work, after all, Thoth's knowledge of this is still shallow.

In short, it is the inexplicable feeling that can be faintly captured based on the intuition cultivated by his long journey.

If there are any suspicious objects around besides Wendy...

There should be only, sitting at a table near the rear right now, a girl with long blond hair in a conspicuous outfit.

Because, when the blond long-haired girl was ordering food earlier, she spoke a bit weirdly. Toth paid a little attention and thought that the girl might not be an ordinary person...

But then, Todt was attracted by Wendy who started singing.

Now, although Toth didn't turn his head to look at it, the blonde girl with long hair should still be in place.

The slight weird feeling now has something to do with that girl?

No, not right.

Sure enough, it was Wendy in front of her.

Wendy's overly calm smile made Toth appreciate a little bit of knowledge.

"It's okay, I'm listening."

Wendy's expression is still natural, not weird.

"Please continue. I'm really curious about that bard from a foreign land. The seven legends who are juxtaposed together sound very imposing. If they are all juxtaposed, there must be a common name, right?"

"Um..."

Thoth is confident in his instincts.

But the trend of that feeling is not sinister, it is just a certain degree of vigilance.

After a little deliberation, Toth continued: "Originally, I thought that mentioning their names here would lack resonance, so I made it more general... Well, well, they are called [Seven Sage】."

"Seven... sages?"

The sense of precipitation around him was slightly loosened.

"Yes, the Seven Sages. Ah, in fact, there were only six people for a long time, but I happened to witness the seventh person... Oh, this is going too far. In short, I have dealt with the Seven Sages more or less, but among them The one I see most often is that [Poet Pokier]."

"The poet... Pokier..."

Wendy did seem to be listening carefully.

It can be seen that he was thinking hard, but he failed to focus on any key points.

Toth continued: "That man was very strange. When I really wanted to find him, I didn't know where to find him. When I was busy with other things, he would come over and start singing poetry. Although his attitude was very enthusiastic, it was difficult to follow. He is a completely eccentric uncle on the channel."

"Uncle..."

"Yeah, they are dressed in colorful clothes, and there is even a bird's nest on top of a big wide-brimmed hat. It's a real bird's nest, and the birds can still be fed."

Todt didn't say that Pokiel himself was a birdman.

However, after coming to Tivat, he gradually realized that the definition of "human" might not be as unrestrained as in Fatiru's world, so he decided not to describe it in such detail.

Although he was on Mond Street, he also saw a few pedestrians with some animal features.

For example, earlier, there was a very young pink-haired girl who walked around with an unhappy face for some reason, and she had quite obvious feline features.

But anyway, Pokier's other characteristics are already strong enough, and this topic is not bad.

"Oh... Huh... Hey wait!"

Just as Wendy was imagining, she suddenly realized again and stood up against the table.

"Sounds like I have nothing to do with it! Needless to say, Bird's Nest, I look reserved and low-key, and I act neatly and reliably. Everyone praises me for doing business. I don't have the same painting style as that Pokier? "

Toth was forced to lean back in his chair by the opponent's momentum, but he was noncommittal about the content of the words.

On the contrary, before he knew it, that inexplicable sense of the precipitation of wind breath no longer existed.

However, it is originally a mysterious feeling similar to illusion, so it is naturally difficult to capture the exact timing of the change.

Wendy thought about it, and asked: "Could it be a song or a musical instrument? His poems are equally beautiful, and his strings are equally exquisite?"

Toth shook his head.

"His poems have their own unique features, but they are far inferior to yours in terms of relaxation and appreciation. As for musical instruments, he should be able to play them, but he usually throws out a hand-cranked music box half the size of a person. After singing, you have to go back and turn the handle before continuing to sing."

"Use a music box..."

Wendy tilted her head with a strange look on her face.

"In every sense, this distant colleague has a very individual personality...I almost started to reflect on whether my style is too conservative..."

Then, Wendy looked at Toth again.

"Where did you think of me in the end? Just because you are all bards, it won't make you want to stare at me out of a hole, right?"

Perhaps because of the slight shock, Wendy also missed some precautions in her words.

This statement means that Wendy didn't just notice Toth's gaze roughly, but had a clearer judgment from the very beginning.

"Well, if you want to say something like yours..."

Toth hesitated.

This is a bit of a question to him.

Destruction and blessings in one volume and fifteen chapters

Wendy, the bard of Teyvat.

Pokiel, the bard of Fatiru's world.

Most of the characteristics of the two parties are completely incompatible, and the few parts that are indeed in common are not worth mentioning.

At least it shouldn't cause Toth to eat food slowly for a while, and Wendy's active temptation should be attracted because of excessive attention.

But it does happen.

In fact, at the beginning, Toth didn't understand what he felt from Wendy at all. After thinking about it for a while, he found out from the bottom of his heart the bird-head figure shaking a big music box in his previous life, and he was a little relieved.

And after Wendy's question, Todt also had to further self-explore, what else makes him feel similar to these two people who are separated by the distance of the world?

After thinking for a while, Toth shook his head in distress.

"Sorry, I can only confirm that I did feel something from you... It's not a joke, I can't even tell it myself."

Wendy was not dissatisfied when she heard the words, but seemed more interested.

"Why don't you tell me what other characteristics that distant colleague has."

"Aren't those features enough just now?"

"I mean, his essence." Wendy blinked, and said with a smile: "Since he is a big man, there should be something powerful besides poetry, or some words worth remembering? Maybe, obviously not at all. I look like him, but in your eyes I am inexplicably similar to him, even if I have never met him, I can analyze something."

"Well...it's okay to try."

Now Toth himself is curious about what he feels.

"Pokir... I've heard that the seven sages have their own purposes, which can be regarded as their own characteristics. Among them, Pokier's purpose is [to walk with others]."

"Walking with people..."

Wendy narrowed her eyes slightly, muttering to herself.

This caught Todt a little surprised. He thought Wendy would immediately shout out what kind of mission characteristic this was, but the other party was unexpectedly quiet.

Seeing that Wendy didn't intend to intervene, Thoth continued: "Maybe it's his purpose, although he is usually harder to find than other sages, but he is the only one who will take the initiative to appear on my journey.

"As for what he said...

"The seven sages have all given me wisdom and advice, but Pokir is the least humane, twisting and twisting. In my opinion, most of the time he is singing the praises of 'love', emphasizing that everything in life must be Sufficient by love."

Wendy smiled slightly: "Huh? Doesn't this have the characteristics that match me? Although love is not my biggest theme, I am still very good at singing love of all sizes."

That being said, Wendy smiled flatly and didn't seem to really think that this was what the unknowns had in common.

Toth continued: "He who is like this, but he once said this to someone-even if you will destroy the world to pieces, I will still give blessings."

"Oh? In your opinion, what kind of situation is that? Isn't it a scene or perfunctory?"

"Although I can't guarantee... You said that in my opinion, then in my opinion, he is from the heart."

"Well, walk with people... poet of love...blessing of destruction..."

Wendy wasn't drinking now, but she seemed to be drinking some kind of rare drink. She muttered in a low voice, her body swayed slightly, and she seemed to be composing some kind of poetry.

Thoth held his breath involuntarily.

Inexplicably, he felt that this was some kind of moment that should not be disturbed.

It was obviously an open-air seat in a restaurant on the side of a crowded street, but at this moment, Toth even vaguely felt holy.

After a while, Wendy looked at Toth with a smile on her lips.

"How is it? Do you have any clues?" Toth asked.

"Of course... no!" Wendy laughed loudly, the previous Lichen temperament was nothing. "Come on, a strange uncle who has a bird on his head, talks nonsense, shakes a music box and blesses destruction, how can he have anything in common with this poet."

"Hey." Toth was disappointed and leaned back in his chair.

Wendy was still laughing: "You, you probably have been away from home for too long, and you are very homesick, so you just see a bard and think about it randomly. But I think this is not good. If you want to recall, you should also recall some more eye-catching pictures Well, remember what a strange uncle is doing?"

Toth didn't bother to answer, and was even about to get up.

"Hey, don't rush away." Wendy waved her hand quickly and said, "It's okay if you can't find something in common, but I'm still very interested in that distant colleague and the Seven Sages. You just said my Poetry is worth your treat, since you can’t get it, you can tell me more about these things instead of rewarding.”

Toth thought for a while and said, "Do you want to use it as a subject for poetry?"

"If it's suitable, my intuition tells me that it might be really suitable." Wendy said, "However, compared to the Seven Sages, I guess the people the Seven Sages helped are more suitable as the subject matter of the story. Of course, we can still start with the Seven Sages. Let the sages start to talk, to lay a foundation."

"Also... that's fine..."

Toth does not expect to tell his story about Fatiru.

However, it would be nice if the former old friends could be active in this world just in the form of stories.

"Come on, seven sages, Pokier the poet, and then? Who are the others? Let me list them briefly, and let me have a space for imagination first."

Wendy is pretty positive.

"A simple list... ok."

Anyway, it is the mentality of telling the story, and Toth is not particularly worried about the racial acceptance of the characters on the stage.

"Gaia, the face of the earth, is an ancient rock mountain that can talk; Tudor, who crosses the sea, is an old turtle; Emperor Rocio, the king of beasts, is the king of beasts who rules the jungle; Alban, the lord of purgatory, is said to be the strongest swordsman; Sherfa, the king of wind, uses a toy as his body to control the wind to fly freely."

"The King of Wind..." Wendy's eyebrows twitched slightly, but she didn't comment much, but said: "In this way, including the poet Pokier, there are six people. What about the last one?"

"The last one..."

Toth hesitated.

It's not impossible to say it, but it's a bit complicated. He has to think about how to say it in a simple way.

But at this time...

On the side of the street, a red figure rides the wind and lands in a landing space marked by the knight order and set up according to the city's Wings of Wind flight regulations.

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