Oops, I became the witch's substitute

After dealing with these people, Filin turned around and wrote a letter to tell his family that all the missing persons had been found. He then continued to use his deceptive ability to hypnotize these spies and had them write back to the family in their own tone, indicating that the infiltration work had begun.

The family was very satisfied with Filin and said that the allowance was on the way.

However, Feilin no longer had any demand for the money given by the family. It was not that he thought it was too little, but that it was not enough to support so many people. Even if the subsidies came, these spies had to make a living on their own.

Under such circumstances, Filin suddenly received a letter from the Holy Kingdom of Arius, which was a request from the intelligence chief there.

The general meaning was that they were so poor that they could barely make ends meet, and probably heard that Filin was doing well at Miriam, so they wanted to ask if they could borrow some money.

"Isn't this nonsense? How did he know me?" Feilin was shocked. He had never contacted his colleagues before, so of course he found it troublesome. He didn't expect that others would find him first.

However, holding this letter for help, Filin had other ideas. Relying on the geographical advantage, he had already controlled the intelligence that Miriam sent to the family. This intelligence officer of Arius might not be a professional. Could he control it with money?

Feilin was different from other intelligence officers. He was also the young master. Even if he was not valued by the master, which of the intelligence officers below him was not exiled to the frontier? As an intelligence officer, he was naturally one level higher than his peers.

Feilin immediately wrote to the intelligence officer, saying that there was no problem with providing support, but the other party also had to show some appreciation. What did that mean? Feilin gave a general account of what had happened to Kalan, and brought up the information about the witch Pandora, deliberately revealing that Hecate would also investigate the matter.

After sending the letter, Filin began to wait quietly for a reaction.

After working until late at night, Filin stretched and got up to move her body. Before she could relax and rest, she sensed Scathach's presence and walked out of the room again.

"Come again?" Filin hurried over and released the maximum perception field to look for the source of the trouble, but found nothing. He woke Scathach up again, but Scathach was confused.

Scathach staggered: "Am I sleepwalking again?"

Feilin sighed: "It's over, you will be stupid for ten years now, what kind of dream did you have today?"

Scathach was a little slow to react: "It was just... um... I seemed to have dreamed of a figure, and she said that the time had come."

Feilin was unhappy: "What the hell, they came to us to poach people, and they only do this kind of sneaky thing. No matter who they are, if they dare to come, I will kill them all."

I've been having troubles one after another lately. Trying to solve them I either lose my life or multiple lives. It's so annoying.

Chapter 116 Fili's Song

The songs in this world are magical, and the most commonly used ones are healing songs. As long as you have magical powers and can pronounce the syllables correctly, you can bring healing effects to the people around you, cure diseases and heal wounds.

Today, Fili will test the elves' chants and gain the power of three elves. Once she becomes familiar with them, her combat power will be greatly enhanced.

Earlier, the melody that Fili played while testing the piano echoed in the hotel and attracted some people on the street to stop and look. Today, she was not wearing her usual witch costume, but a witch dress that had been modified from the tailor fox and specially prepared for music. It had the Rococo style of her previous life, close to formal wear, but also had the playfulness of a witch. The white shirt and black shawl made her look relaxed and comfortable.

Gradually, the songs of the elves were heard, and people in the inn were attracted one by one. Even Carol, who was busy with alchemy experiments, came to join in the fun.

Charlotte and Nishinoka each have their own understanding of music, the former likes light melodies, the latter likes to sing while cooking when she is alone late at night, and likes the unique witch's serenade.

Carol saw that the witches were talking happily, so she joined the conversation skillfully and then concluded: "The elves' hymns are not the most powerful songs."

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Fili was fine, as she had seen similar statements in family documents, but Nishinoka and Charlotte felt confused.

"Is there any sound stronger than the song of the elves?"

"Dragon roar?"

The two people's questions increased Carol's vanity. She crossed her arms and announced loudly: "Of course, that is the 'power of the last song' invented by me, a genius alchemist! I said that the song that destroys the world exists. The elves' hymns can't satisfy me at all. Only the last song is the strongest song!"

A woman who beats people up by singing? Fili thought about it and thought that the picture was too beautiful, so she decided to give up thinking about it.

Snow girl Aislin closed her eyes to the music. The melodious music made her relive the romantic memories of the past and the feeling of meeting her lover on the street.

"No matter what kind of music it is, whether it has power or not, isn't the original purpose of music to make people feel happy?" Aislin whispered, "Whether it's happiness or sadness, the performer expresses emotions to the audience, and the audience is immersed in it. Music can be a noble art in the theater, or it can be a folk song in a tavern where people dance in circles hand in hand. Music is music. Discussing power is a bit..."

Aislin felt a little embarrassed when she said this. Except for Scathach, everyone present was a big shot. Seeing everyone's eyes focused on her, she, who already had social phobia, dared not speak even more.

Fili played a melody softly: "Miss Aislin is right, music is music, it just needs to be integrated with the performer's emotions and made to sound good. But on this basis, I want more people to realize the beauty of music."

Carol clenched her palms and said, "The phonograph is already in production. It also needs to be compatible with records. In the end, it needs to be mass-produced for ordinary people. I have to think more about how to design it."

Charlotte got up and went to the kitchen: "Then go on, Fili, I'll get some cakes."

Fili turned her attention back to the piano, and Carol, who loved to talk the most, also became quiet at this time, with admiration evident in her eyes.

One appreciates flowers differently when they bloom and feels sadder when they fall. In the eyes of everyone present, Fili is a different blooming flower. This is the first time in such a long time that I can enjoy music so quietly.

Charlotte also secretly released a familiar and it left quickly.

Fili placed her hands on the piano keys and thought slowly. The experiences of her past life made her think wildly, and the experiences of this life made her feel suffocated. It was actually very difficult to gain the happiness that belongs to a musician from playing. She was silent for a moment, recalling the classic melodies of the masters, starting with the classic Canon.

Canon is a distinctive playing method, in which the melody of one part follows another part from beginning to end, until the last measure. When the last chords merge together, it brings a sense of release and sacredness.

Fili has lived a very tiring life. Having experienced unimaginable tragedies in her previous life, she once closed her heart and only loved herself. After briefly recalling her previous performance experiences and the classic Canon Variations from her last life, she began to press the piano keys.

The fingertips pressed gently, and continuously, a soothing and melodious melody began to echo. Fili only incorporated her current feelings into the music score. That was her yearning for a free and beautiful life after ending everything. It was a melody that belonged to her alone. Her fingers danced on the keys and her body swayed gently to the melody.

"It sounds nice..." Scathach put her hands on her chest, looking longing.

Everyone's feelings are different. Scathach naturally thought of her first meeting with Fili. It was like becoming a ray of light that suddenly appeared in her life, like the breeze blowing across her face in spring, like a clear stream sparkling with sunlight, beautiful and clear.

Carol clapped her hands silently, following Fili's rhythm and swaying her body. Her usually noisy state slowly calmed down. She appreciated the beautiful and clear music and placed herself in a refreshing and warm early summer afternoon.

Charlotte looked at Fili like this and heard the unique melody of Canon. She felt relaxed and ate candy at a much slower pace. She leaned close to Nishinoka's ear and said, "It sounds very nice. It's much better than Irene. Irene didn't make any progress after learning the piano. Compared to the symphony she advocates, I prefer Fili's pure and beautiful melody. Don't you think Fili looks beautiful when she is concentrating on playing the piano?"

Nishinoka clasped her hands together and agreed quietly, "It's very beautiful. Most of us witches are too petite and look immature, but Fili is very big. I don't know how old she is, but when she is with us, she is like a sister. Her music now is full of tolerance."

The beautiful melody washed away the fatigue in everyone's hearts. Fili released her magic when the piano music gradually reached its climax. The rising melody gradually turned into light sound as it came to an end, just like the rippling water after going to the sea.

Each song doesn't last long, only four or five minutes, and even after it ends, the entire hall remains silent.

Thump thump thump—the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the house.

Irene came in exhausted, grabbed the door frame, and shouted, "I heard the last part! Damn it, why didn't you call me for this kind of thing?"

Charlotte took out the chocolate from her pocket: "You are wrong. I clearly called you."

Irene was frantic, "Why didn't you tell me ahead of time? Are you playing a few songs now?"

Charlotte said deliberately, "It's been all morning."

Erin made an ahhhh groundhog sound.

Fili hurriedly stopped the farce: "Quiet, I just played a song. I was actually thinking about how to get more power from singing."

Carol immediately jumped out: "Final song..."

Fili held her forehead with her hand: "It sounds pretty cool. If it's really as awesome as you say, then what's the price?"

Carol crossed her arms. "Don't be surprised when I tell you this. This is an exchange of alchemical equivalents. The price of a swan song is either death or burning memories to exert great power. Otherwise, why is it called a swan song?"

Feili immediately smiled and clapped her hands: "Okay, shut up, you are not allowed to talk today."

Erin panted and found a seat to sit down: "So, what are you researching?"

Fili drank a cup of tea, tested her voice a little, and then sang a hymn.

The healing wind slowly blew over, and everyone saw a light green magic rolling up in the hall. The lyrics that Fili sang could not be deciphered, but they gave people a sacred and natural beauty. Along with the prelude of the song, Fili played a new melody.

The singing of the hymns was blessed with melody, making the magical halo in the house gradually brighter, and even forming a real air flow in physical circulation. The singing was clear and beautiful, and the piano sounded soothing and gentle, resonating together.

The melody of the wind is ethereal and silent.

The next second, Fili changed the hymn, and the keys under her fingers also changed the melody. The music entered a cold and aloof atmosphere, and the chill that penetrated the soul came. The hall was filled with mist, which turned into crystal snowflakes.

Aislinn raised her hand, her heart filled with joy. The Snow Girl liked this kind of environment more. On the other hand, Scathach shivered instantly. However, Aislinn soon noticed the youngest child, and immediately snapped her fingers and put a glowing ruby ​​in Scathach's hand. Scathach immediately felt warm all over.

Then Fili continued to change the rhythm. The melody was low and powerful, releasing from the cold. The low pressure disappeared in the hall, winter passed and spring came, the earth revived, the power of the elves dispelled the cold, bringing vitality to life, making the potted plants in the hall raise their heads, full of vitality.

The song lasted only six minutes in total. When the song ended, Fili let out a breath and smiled at everyone.

"Well, this is the hymn infused with magic." Fili played and chanted at the same time, with the highest concentration and extraordinary influence. In fact, in addition to the hall, this magic power has spread outside the house, and the entire city's magic community has felt it.

Everyone applauded softly, and Irene was generous with her praise: "It's a beautiful solo. Your performance style is very different from traditional piano music."

Fili didn't quite understand this: "Why?"

Irene said: "After the piano was invented, musicians used it to accompany symphonies to create a grand and majestic feeling. They were not the protagonists of every performance. Now many musicians are bound by the form of theater and rarely play solo. The nobles think that a single instrument lacks nobility."

Fili's face was filled with black lines. If she had said this in her previous life, she would have been scolded to death: "Are there few solos?"

Irene said as a matter of course, "There have been outstanding musicians, and their solos were also wonderful, but they only lasted for a few decades and were short-lived. Perhaps people think that soloists are not musicians, but just some bards or dancers who sing on the street. Besides, talented musicians spend most of their lives practicing the piano and have no time to study magic. Elf masters who can chant don't have time to learn multiple instruments. Maybe playing the harp is okay. With all due respect, although the harp is excellent, its range and timbre are not as good as the piano."

Charlotte tore open the candy coating and shared it with the people around her. As she distributed the candy, she said, "Irene is a supporter of the piano. She has always wanted to hold her own concert, but she is worried that no one will come to see it."

Fili didn't quite understand the development history of the piano and music art here. From what she remembered, the environment of those musicians in her previous life was not so miserable. The music art here seemed to be monopolized by a certain class.

Looking back at the banquets held by my family, it seems that the trombone, cello and violin were always played together.

Fili took a short break and was brewing a new song in her mind: "Well, the piano cannot be said to be perfect. The timbres of different instruments support and complement each other. Symphony naturally has its charm."

Irene held her chest, even though she didn't have any, she was trying to make it look like one: "Feili is different. Now this peerless beauty's temperament is perfect for making people intoxicated. She completely breaks away from the limitations of existing piano music and creates a melody that belongs to you. What's its name?"

"Canon." Fili was a little embarrassed and didn't want to admit that this was hers, but for future plans, someone had to take responsibility for the reputation.

Irene smiled brightly and joyfully. "The piano has a wide range of sounds. You just played from wind to water to earth. The dynamics cover almost every area. The notes have sharp contrasts in power and the syllables are clear and bright. I think piano music can cover any form of performance, from happy romance to sorrow and hardship, from the style of the Holy Church to the grandeur of epics. Fili, try again. Try to recall your memories of dealing with the star beast Bahamut. Remember first and then play the melody, and compose that experience in the form of music."

Carol stood up at this time: "Wait a minute, you are interfering too much with Fili's performance. The situation now is that we should just listen to what Fili wants to play, instead of you instructing Fili to play the melody you want."

Irene put one hand on her waist and said, "You just heard Fili's hymn. The elves' hymn is just a reappearance of miracles. Fili has clearly shown such a talent. Isn't it the right choice to let her create her own hymn?"

Carol disagrees with this view: "Even so, the creation is not required by others, but depends on Fili's own heart. Most importantly, given Fili's field, it is not a good thing for her to transition into her own feelings."

Irene frowned slightly: "What did you say?"

Carol crossed her arms. "Don't you think Fili is charming now? Her talent is also related to this charm. Once she lets go of her emotions and lets you blend into the emotions of the syllables, you will also be infected by that emotion."

Charlotte licked the candy silently: "Isn't this what we heard?"

Carol held her forehead with her hand and said, "Oh, indeed, it seems that you won't understand unless you experience it yourself."

After saying that, Carol looked at Fili: "Well, can I make a request?"

Fili was slightly embarrassed by their argument, so she nodded slightly: "Please go ahead, we are here to research anyway."

Carol said seriously, "Can you please play a song full of sad emotions? Also incorporate hymns, so that everyone can feel your power."

Fili placed her hands on the piano keys and closed her eyes, trying to recall which song to play. Famous songs briefly popped up in her ears, but were rejected again. Finally, she made a decision and began to play "Pavane in Memory of the Princess".

She did not choose Beethoven or Debussy. Rather than feelings like separation and sadness, Fili felt more about remembrance of the deceased.

The voices, smiles, and family happiness of parents in the previous life are now gone forever, and can never be restored or compensated. The regret, grief, hatred and remorse of not being able to meet relatives in this life have been piling up in the heart. Carrying all these pressures, I have to hide them and put on the mask of hypocrisy and smile.

Carol asked Fili to imagine sadness, but what surged in Fili's heart were negative emotions. These emotions were sung along with the music and the hymns. The magic of pain was guided out and suddenly broke out without even a brewing process.

A low and dark melody was played slowly, and the listeners trembled instantly. They subconsciously took a defensive posture and opened the barrier. The elves' chant just now turned into an extremely strong negative magic, which eroded this space.

"Stop!" Carol rushed over and grabbed Fili's hand.

"..." Fili was silent for a moment.

"You." Carol wanted to blame something, but when she saw Fili's eyes, she felt something familiar, but she couldn't remember it, so she could only comfort Fili first, "You really don't know how to control your talent."

Fili scratched her head and said, "I'm sorry. After I put my emotions into it, the three powers of the hymn, the music, and my own talent were combined. I just played the melody subconsciously."

Carol patted Fili on the shoulder and said, "Let's stop here for the research. As compensation, please play some nice music for us today so we can relax."

After that, no one dared to teach Philly to play the piano anymore. In addition to Philly's performance, Carol and Irene also took turns to perform their own unique songs. During the performance, the three of them also took turns to play together, and they had a lot of fun together.

Nishinoka and Charlotte both said they were hooked, and that this was the life of a witch.

Chapter 117: Marian's Melancholy

In the Holy Kingdom of Arius, the battle for the star beasts has not yet come to an end. After the Sky City incident, everyone can talk about it, but it is limited to talk. When people saw the Arius goddess Morrigan come down in person to mediate, their hearts sank.

In the end, the only organizations that have made contributions in the crusade have the right to share the benefits of the star beasts. For example, the cat people of the Elu tribe rescued the wounded from the war zone at the risk of their own lives and saved the lives of a large number of clergy and organizational members. They sat down to share the benefits and received unanimous approval.

As for other organizations, those who have made contributions, the sect will naturally not forget their kindness and is willing to sit down and talk. As for those who are purely here to cause trouble, the Church Knights vow to hold them accountable.

Now with two more heroes dispatched and the real goddess here, the storm has finally subsided.

I don't know how to do it, but I know it's a long time

"Another pile of government documents. Didn't you read them yourselves when the goddess was here? I only come once in thousands of years. Do you want to use me as a donkey for the production team?" Jasmine sat in the cathedral, holding a stack of documents, and her tone gradually became angry.

Marian found that humans are very strange and will gradually lose their own opinions. When an authority comes into being, most people will hope that the authority will come up with a plan in order to reduce their own responsibilities, and they will just implement it seriously. In this way, if the result of executing the task is wrong, the authority will also bear some blame, and if the execution is correct, they can get some political achievements.

Pope Arius was not so snobbish. He simply believed that everything in the church should belong to the goddess, so he left all matters, big or small, to the goddess for decision.

Marian leaned back in her chair, propped up her body with her wings, and asked in a voice that was neither respectful nor authoritative: "Your Holiness Pope Greggs, I will deal with these matters later. It will be noon soon. Is there anything to eat in the cathedral?"

Pope Gregers' heart skipped a beat. Your goddess is now using a honorific to emphasize your name. This is not a good omen. The old man, who is nearly 80 years old, is full of energy and body. "We have never set up a separate cafeteria for the goddess before. If you want to be more free, you can go to the cafeteria of the Knights, or..."