Most of the poems sung by troubadours have good stories, but that doesn't mean they're necessarily good. Bayi Chinese Network ≠=≈.≈8=1≠Z≠

Talking and chatting can't tell if a person is incomplete, but singing is different.

Cecil's singing was out of tune, and I couldn't figure out where it went, but none of it sounded good.

No wonder he gave up the seemingly noble profession of troubadour, he did so to save his life.

That is, to save the lives of others, but also to save one's own life.

Once a poem is sung to his extent, most of them will form a mortal enmity with the audience.

Or, he sings the audience to death; Or, the audience beat him to death.

The two cannot coexist.

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After a few songs, I asked Cecil, is he okay?

Cecil told me that he was fine, but that the staff around him had run out.

I asked him, "Has anyone ever told you that you're not actually good at singing?" ”

"Yes, but at the same time, I also have the belief that 'any innate deficiency can be compensated for by acquired efforts'. ”

I said, "Yes, you're absolutely right, but with a premise." ”

"What premise?"

"You can try to live until that day comes."

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Cecil's singing voice is unpleasant, but his story is useful.

Aside from the story, I found a few very key words: elves, moon, night.

In successive poems, these three words are the most repetitive.

I asked Cecil, where did these poems come about? Did he make it up? Or did he hear about it?

Cecil told me, "It was told to him by an old elf, a song that had been passed down from generation to generation by the elves. ”

The ballads that have been passed down from generation to generation by the elves are mostly traceable, although it may only be a few lifetimes of wild history.

Since I've tried napping before, why don't you try the moon and night too.

Night is a natural law, and I can't control it; The moon on Earth is a planet, and presumably the moon here is probably not far behind.

As long as it's a planet, it's not something I can control.

But the night and the moon have one thing in common: they appear at the same time.

I had a plan in mind.

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The moonlight has just arrived.

Phoenix they began to prepare dinner.

I took Princess Anarieta back to her room and motioned for her to go to bed now.

Anarieta was puzzled and didn't understand what I meant, but she didn't resist and obediently did so.

Suddenly going to bed so early, she was very uncomfortable, tossing and turning for a long time, and finally fell asleep.

I stood by the bed, looking at the magic wall clock on the wall and observing her sleeping face.

Time flies slowly, especially when waiting for something to happen.

Although the door of the room was closed tightly, there was still the smell of food wafting in, and if you looked at the time, it was almost dinner.

Looking at Princess Anarita's peaceful sleeping face, I sighed: Could it be that this time, I guessed wrong again?

However, in the next second, there was a change.

Princess Analita's originally peaceful sleeping appearance suddenly became nervous, she was short of breath, and there was a faint voice of pain and fear in her throat, her hands clenched violently, tightly constricted in front of her chest, and her plump **** also became tense because of her rapid breathing.

Sweat trickled down her forehead, quickly soaking the pillow and bedding under her neck.

Her body trembled louder and louder, and her screams grew louder and louder, and suddenly, she opened her frightened eyes.

The terrible screams came to an abrupt end.

My conjecture is true.

Then, it's time to test my second hypothesis.

While Princess Anarita was taking a shower and changing clothes, the guild and I had a brief conversation.

The purpose of the conversation is only one, about Princess Akarita's nightmare.

I didn't respond much to their inquiries – I wouldn't jump to conclusions until I wasn't sure about the answers.

But I have a hunch that tonight will be peaceful.

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Sure enough, the night was very peaceful.

Princess Anarita didn't wake up screaming anymore, and Yura slept soundly that night.

My other conjecture also hit.

Instead of sleeping in my arms like Cagalle, Barbara, and Phoenix, Yura lay down in another bed and slept in her clothes.

Although, she was wearing pajamas.

Princess Anarita woke up, she stretched her waist and said lazily, "This is the best sleep I've had in the past few days." ”

I smiled and said, "Look, you're still going to be able to sleep well." ”

"It's just that the nightmare is still with me," she said, her expression a little downcast.

"It'll be fine," I smiled, "I promise." ”

She smiled reluctantly.

"I didn't ask you last night," I said, "did you still dream of a sword?" ”

"It's still a sword," she said lightly, without the initial panic, but still with a little resistance: "The elven sword, our own sword, I always feel that I still have some important memories that have not come back." ”

"It may have something to do with your dreams" I looked at the door, Jura had already gone out to prepare breakfast, and it was only me and Anarita left in the room.

"My dreams? You mean......"

"The person who hurt you is likely to be your clansman."

"Yes......" Princess Anarita looked lost, as if she had heard something sad for her.

This was indeed a conjecture that made her sad enough.

"I don't mean all the people, Princess Anaryta," I frowned, "I mean a very small number of powerful elves, and even I wonder if the people who hurt you are the same people who hurt the elves as the people who mutilated the elves." ”

"The elves love peace, and they won't hurt the elves casually," Princess Analita lowered her head and muttered, "There must be some misunderstanding here." ”

"Before, your memory did not return, only equivalent to a young child, there are some things I didn't say to you, and it's not good to tell you, now, your mind has recovered to the same age, some words, I have to say to you" Raising my head, I looked at Anarita's face, and said lightly: "There is no absolutely peace-loving race, only a race that does not interfere with each other because it does not produce entanglements of interests, the reason why elves can coexist with goblins is mostly because ambition has not accumulated to the limit, once it overflows, there will be greed, killing, No one is immune. ”

"Why are you talking to me about this?" Anarita raised her head and looked at me as well, her eyes were embarrassed and painful: "Can't you treat me as an immature child and keep it hidden?" ”

"The future has to be faced, Princess Anarita, whether it is beautiful or cruel, whether it is happy or sad, you must face it; You have to remember, first, you are a princess, your sister is the queen of this kingdom, everyone's eyes are not only looking at your sister, but also at you, both of you are the hope of the elves, people, only when they are full of hope, can they continue to live strongly, and you are the hope that will keep this country alive. ”