That's not a game

Facing the big bright eyes of the other party, Lin Xiaoge couldn't say anything negative, so he just laughed, "Hahaha! Of course it's true, I will teach you to be the best bard in the world !"

"Hey hey, wait a minute! Look poet, the breakfast shop is here, can you tell me the name of the new poem?" Wind Elf pointed to the breakfast shop not far away, rubbing his little hands and asked.

It seems that the little guy has been thinking about the name of the new poem.

What's more, after Lin Xiaoge made a fool of himself, the Wind Elf became even more curious about the name of the new poem.

Lin Xiaoge really couldn't hold back the other party, so he had to smile helplessly after ordering breakfast, "You are really anxious, really, in that case, then I will teach you this while enjoying this pleasant breakfast time." A new poem."

"Hurry up!"

Wind Spirit rubbed his hands and waited earnestly.

And Lin Xiaoge also smiled slightly, "My friend, listen carefully, this is the third poem I teach you, and its name is - "Farewell."

Chapter 34 You will eventually be the best poet in the world

"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and green—"

"Evening wind blows willows and flutes, and the setting sun fades beyond the mountains."

"At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, half a friend is lost—"

"Have a pot of turbid wine to enjoy the rest of the day, don't dream about the cold tonight—"

"Uh..." On the street, the wind elf hummed softly, attracting the attention of passers-by on the street.

They followed the voice involuntarily, and cast their surprised eyes on the wind elf sitting on someone's shoulder.

This wind elf is actually able to sing such a beautiful song.

The people couldn't help but marvel at this, but soon, when their eyes fell on the young poet next to the wind elf, they were unconsciously relieved.

It turned out to be the wind elf next to the talented young poet, that's all right.

And the wind elves also raised their heads under the amazed eyes of the people, and sang a new poem they learned from Lin Xiaoge not long ago - "Farewell", looking a little proud.

Lin Xiaoge naturally saw at a glance why the other party was proud, and it was entirely because the other party felt that he was like a poet now.

"Elf, what is the name of this hymn you are singing?"

Perhaps because the wind elf's humming was really nice, a little girl with a red ponytail who looked about ten years old came up with the encouragement of her family and asked the wind elf cautiously.

The wind spirit was happy in his heart, but on the surface he coughed lightly, while maintaining his poetic demeanor, he said with a serious expression, "This poem is called - "Farewell."

"Wow, what a great name, and it sounds so good!"

The little girl gave her the most sincere praise, and the wind spirit was really happy, and was almost overwhelmed by this praise, so happy that she rolled on the spot, coughed and hummed softly, "huh Hmph! In addition to this "Farewell", I also know a song that you haven't heard before, the poet taught me only one person!"

The little guy was very proud, holding his head up and chest out, very proud.

But in the next second, the wind elves were unhappy.

"Then can you teach me?"

The little girl in red with red hair said this to the wind elves.

Her big eyes are as pure as springs, and she has the desire very similar to that of the wind elves.

The wind elf, who was no longer complacent, was stunned, because the wind elf suddenly recalled the words of the young poet yesterday.

"Bards bring people new stories, new poems, new chapters, for those who can't come back, for those who live numbly, for those who can't sing, for... those who long for freedom and beauty people."

Wind Elf couldn't help but looked at Lin Xiaoge, who didn't say much, but gave him an encouraging look and a smile.

But even so, it was enough.

Under the uneasy gaze of the little girl in red, the wind elf put her hands on her hips and hummed softly, "I really can't help it. Who told me to be a poet? Let me teach you!"

"Great!"

The little girl jumped up very happily. Looking at the little girl's happy appearance, the wind elf also had an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

The feeling similar to happiness is like a seed planted deep in the heart of the wind elf, waiting for the opportunity to germinate and grow into a towering tree.

Lin Xiaoge looked at this scene with a smile on his face.

"Poet, I seem to understand something."

Wind Spirit suddenly turned his head and said to Lin Xiaoge.

"What do you understand?" Lin Xiaoge asked.

Immediately, the wind spirit showed a thoughtful expression of headache, "It's not...not very clear, but...but I want to teach you poetry, can I? Poets?"

"Of course, I will accompany you."

"Really? You are the best poet! I like you the most poet!"

Wind Spirit happily gave Lin Xiaoge a big hug, although the little guy's hug looked like a little squirrel hanging on Lin Xiaoge's chest.

Lin Xiaoge flicked the opponent's little head, dumbfounded, "Okay, the little girl is still waiting for you to teach her poetry."

"Hey-"

The wind elf smiled, then turned his head, floated in front of the little girl, folded his hands on his chest, and said seriously, "Little friend, let me tell you, this "Farewell" is going to be sung like this..."

"Yeah! Elf, you know a lot."

"Of course, I am the poet he taught, and I am destined to become the best bard in this world!"

"Wow--"

The big eyes of the little girl looking at the wind elves were full of admiration.

But the other people around are different, they just think that the wind elf is joking like a child.

Only Lin Xiaoge looked at the wind elf who was teaching the little girl poetry, and nodded slightly, "Yes, you will definitely, that's a matter of course."

The wind elf patiently taught the little girl, and the little girl was also studying hard.

The little girl's voice with strong childlike innocence intertwined with the wind elf's equally childlike voice, and the melodious singing echoed throughout the city, as beautiful as the rising sun.

This beautiful song even caused the queen sitting on the tower to slowly open her eyes, looking in the direction of the child's voice.

There, the wind elf is patiently teaching a little red-haired girl.

Beside the two is the young poet who made her read it all night without feeling bored.

This made Dedee Karabian couldn't help but propped his chin, and began to look at it with interest.

But she only looked at it for a while with her chin propped up, and the young poet turned his head as if he had realized something, and searched for a long time in the vast sea of ​​clouds.In the end, he met her eyes and met her gaze.

Looking at each other at this moment, Dekarabian understood that it was impossible for the other party to see him through such a long distance. After all, the other party was not a demon god, with her eagle-like eyesight.

However, when the boy showed her a shallow smile, Dekarabian realized that the other party may not have seen her, but the other party knew or guessed that she was on the tower.

"interesting……"

Dekarabian smiled slowly, and with her smile, even the frost on the top of the tower melted.

And she herself is looking forward to the young poet's ability to step onto the tower and fight against her.

Or in other words, pull her down from the tower and tear up her coat called Demon God.

Dekarabian is looking forward to all this from the bottom of his heart.

Chapter 35 Why is this plain water tasteless?

It is already night in Mond, and the young poet is drinking in a tavern.

Of course, because he looked underage, some hot-looking redhead wouldn't give him alcoholic drinks.

"Hey, Master Diluc, today's cider is as delicious as ever."

The young poet clicked his mouth and commented with reminiscence.

The red-haired bartender hummed softly, shook the shaker bottle expressionlessly, and said flatly, "Poet, this is already the No. 30 six glasses of cider you owe today."

"Hey-"

The young poet scratched his head lightly, and smiled awkwardly, "It's counted in the previous account, Master Diluc."

"Humph!"

Di Luke hummed lightly, poured the last glass of cider he had mixed into the glass, pushed it lightly, and pushed it in front of the young poet.

"Including this cup, there are 8674 cups in total, poet."

The young poet scratched his head and smiled, "What an astonishing number, I don't even remember it."

"Oh, Wendy, in your situation, it's like we Mond people don't remember how many slices of bread we have eaten." Di Luke smiled expressionlessly, wiped the mixing glass in his hand, and put it back shelf.

It's closing time now, and Diluque, a part-time bartender, is ready to pack up and close.

If it wasn't for the green poet in front of him, he might have left work long ago.

Wendy smiled bitterly, scratched her head and said, "I'm really sorry, there's nothing I can do. Whenever I drink cider, I always recall some past events, and I drink too much unconsciously."

"past?"

A slightly cool voice sounded, accompanied by the slow opening of the door.

Di Luke's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly, "We are closed, Miss Yula."

"Have a cold apple brew."

Di Luke helped his forehead helplessly, while taking out the wine utensils that had just been wiped clean, he glanced at the blue-haired girl who sat opposite Wendy very naturally, rubbed his brows lightly, "Miss Yula, next time please stay in the normal It's business hours."

The rather sassy blue-haired girl tossed her hair, shrugged and said, "If you come during normal business hours, those drunkards will pester me to fight for drinks. After all, I am a sinner of the Lawrence family. When the time comes It makes this tavern very noisy, and you certainly don't want to, Mr. Diluc."

Diluc shook his head helplessly, knowing that what Yula said was reasonable, and this was not the first time, so he didn't say any more, just sighed lightly, and continued to mix drinks silently.

On Yula's side, after she sat down, she turned her gaze to the young poet opposite.

"Wendy, what did you say about the past? I happen to be waiting for wine, why don't you tell me?"

Wendy took a sip of the cider and smiled softly, "Hey, it's not really a past, it's just a story about a boy and an elf."

"Oh?"

Yula raised her eyebrows slightly, took a sip of white water, and looked at Wendy with interest, "Tell me what? If you reject me, I will hold grudges."

"Hahaha!"

Wendy laughed and blinked, "It seems that I really want to tell you a story. It's an extremely distant story, a story that happened thousands of years ago."

"In the era of Old Mond, in a certain tavern, there was a wind elf and a young poet who were drinking and resting in the tavern after searching for the last feather for a long time..."

……

"No, why is this boiled water tasteless! Poet, I want to drink too!"

In a certain tavern in a city surrounded by wind barriers, the little wind elf held a glass of boiled water, took a sip and puffed his mouth, and said dissatisfiedly.

On the other side of the wine table, the young poet who took a sip of malt wine smiled softly, "No, my friend, you are too young to drink."

"Hmm - the poet is obviously not very old, why can you drink it?" The wind elf pouted, looking at the young poet in front of him who definitely didn't look like an adult.

Lin Xiaoge froze, he couldn't say that he was actually an adult mentally.

"Hmph! Poet, you must have deliberately refused to let me drink. Obviously, everyone drank so happily, but I was the only one who could only drink tasteless plain water."

Seeing that Lin Xiaoge couldn't speak, the wind spirit's tone gradually aggrieved, and he drank the boiled water in the glass aggrievedly, looking very pitiful.

Lin Xiaoge couldn't laugh or cry, "Okay, okay, I really can't beat you."

Helpless, he waved to the proprietress of the tavern, "Miss proprietress, here are two bottles of cider."

"Apple wine? Is it wine?" Wind Elf's eyes lit up suddenly, and his attention was all on the word wine.

Lin Xiaoge rubbed her chin and nodded, "Barely is considered a bar. It's not high, so it's just right for you. Of course, don't worry, I will drink with you."

"Great!"

The wind spirit jumped up happily. As for whether the little guy was happy because he was able to drink, or because he was able to drink with Lin Xiaoge, it was unknown.

And the wind elf's happy appearance completely spread to other drinkers around, and they all showed smiles.

Even, the little guy Wind Elf sang directly because he was too happy.

"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and green—"

"The sound of the willow flute blows in the evening wind, and the mountains beyond the sunset mountain—"