"Feelings! It's feelings!"

Cervantes repeated it again, but looking at the people in front of him, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Let a group of rough men and daughters read poems and read their feelings, I have to say that he is a little difficult for strong people.

"Silent Night Thoughts", a very simple poem, with the help of a bright moon at night to express his homesickness, it should be easy to reason.

Cervantes had translated Chinese into lingua franca as much as he could, and he himself felt that he had translated it well, and let these adventurers read it, but when they recited it, they had no emotion, and he felt that his money had been spent in vain!

Yes, he paid for these adventurers to recite poetry.

He explained to them the meaning of the verse, and he told them to try to recite the poem with emotion, but this is what happened.

They couldn't understand why they could even say 'ridiculous' to them when they looked up and saw the moon in a different place and remembered their hometown.

Adventurers knew that this Black Dragon Duke was a madman and often had some messy ideas, but they didn't expect that he would actually pay them to recite poems!

Isn't that what only bards or scholars and aristocrats do?

Cervantes also felt that he was stupid, why should he invite these people to read poetry, there were other better options, such as those who had studied Chinese, as well as priests and priest apprentices of the Church of Knowledge.

But they don't have a deep understanding, at most they have 'learned', but how can they read these verses without in-depth research?

There is not much difference between those who have studied Chinese and these adventurers, but it is these adventurers, and it is impossible to say that they do not miss their homeland.

They run for money or ideals, sometimes wandering, except because they may not know when they are going to die, and want to enjoy it until then, how can they say that they have not missed their hometown and family?

Those students had also studied "Silent Night Thoughts", but their understanding of the poem was probably 'Oh, this is so', and what about these adventures?

If they could really understand the poem, then Cervantes felt that they would be able to provide the moon god with a meager amount of faith.

The black dragon sat in the tavern called 'Orr and the Honey Grilled Fish', surrounded by a circle of adventurers, including one or two bards, but they could not understand the meaning of the poem that the black dragon was saying.

An adventurer poured himself a glass of wine, wiped the corners of his mouth, and shouted: "My lord, we can understand what you say, but we just don't understand, how can we think of our hometown when we see the moon?"

The black dragon grinned, he felt that he couldn't make sense with these adventurers, obviously he had explained it several times before......

Cervantes frowned, and suddenly a new idea came to him.

"Hmm...... Let me put it this way!"

Cervantes drew a circle with both hands, "The moon, the bright full moon, you should have seen it, right?"

Seeing the adventurers nodding, he continued: "So, a few years ago, more than ten years ago, when you were still a child, did you have some thoughts? For example, there is a race on the moon that we don't know about, and they are servants of the moon god, and for example, when you look at the full moon, don't you think it looks like a big piece of bread? When you were a child, before you went out to wander, did you think so?"

The adventurers shook their heads, "No!"

"Sizzle......"

The black dragon wanted to give up, looking at this group of adventurers who didn't have any romantic cells, he really wanted to give up.

"If ...... said"

Cervantes thought about it again before he said, "When you can't sleep at night, do you occasionally look at the moon and think of your hometown and relatives?"

"When you look at the moon, do you think that this moon is the same as the moon you see when you are in your hometown?"

"Looking at the moon, do you remember a time when you were still at home and tossed and turned but couldn't sleep?"

"Looking at the moon, do you remember that the person you once liked may be like you, unable to sleep and walking out of the house, staring at the same moon as you?"

The noise in the tavern faded away, the shadows of candles flickered on the walls, and the street lamps shone softly into the door.

The open door seems to divide the world into two halves, one half is outside the door, which is bustling, and the other half is inside the door, silent.

The adventurers were already stunned.

They had listened to Cervantes half-jokingly, for even they themselves felt that they could not have heard anything from the 'elegant and noble' verses.

Those are only the likes of nobles and scholars, and how can they, coarse people, understand?

But they did understand.

Not only did they understand, but they also fell into memory because of these words of Cervantes.

Have they ever thought so...... They don't know, but that's what they think now.

Whether ancient or modern, Chinese or foreign, there is always no escape from a homeland, even if these adventurers are the same, not to mention that some of them are forced by life to come out to find a job, and becoming an adventurer is also because of some coincidences.

The reason why they come to the tavern to get drunk is nothing more than because they are confused and do not have a definite goal, they look like an empty shell, there is nothing inside.

Originally, they might have had some ideals or dreams or something, but over time, they became what they are now.

Just making money for the sake of making money, without any goals or ideals, living like a puppet without any soul, although it is laughing, although it is crying, but it is empty inside, there is nothing.

Drinking alcohol is poured into the stomach along the esophagus, as if it can awaken one's soul, and only when you are drunk will you express your feelings.

Now I suddenly remember, and when I look back, I realize that I have never done anything.

Making money for the sake of making money, living for the sake of living, is no different from the general public, because they are just living and it is very hard, where is the time and energy to think about other things?

Now that they're relaxed, they have the time and energy to think about other things......

The only sound left in the tavern was the sound of swallowing wine, and Cervantes did not say anything more, nor did he ask them to read the poem again.

As a dragon, Cervantes didn't know much about what kind of 'homesickness' was, and for him, moving his home was just a normal thing, perhaps because the dragons had been home from all over the world from the beginning, so they had never had any 'homesickness'.

That was before, though, and he didn't understand why Sera had decorated the cabin...... Now he understands a little.

"Lord Lord......"

A drunken adventurer who had drunk himself put down his glass and blinked his misty eyes, "You just ...... What's that poem to read?"

Cervantes smiled slightly, and read softly: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground." Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. ”

"'Li Bai''s "Silent Night Thoughts"!"

The drunken adventurer followed the black dragon to finish the poem, then burped and lay down on the table, looking sideways at the bright moon pouring moonlight into the door.

"'Missing your hometown in the silent night'?"

The adventurer laughed twice, "The moonlight here is nice, but I always think so...... In my hometown, the moon is rounder and brighter!"

The adventurer abruptly stood up, raised his glass, and read aloud, "'The bright moonlight spilled over the bed like a hazy frost. Look up and see only one round of the moon, and bow your head to teach people to feel homesick' - everyone, I still think the moon in my hometown is more beautiful!"

"Hahaha, isn't the moon the same everywhere?, and what do you say, 'The moon in my hometown is more beautiful'......" An adventurer slapped the table and laughed, but with a smile and a smile, his smile disappeared and he sat down in his chair.

Cervantes stood up, and he had no desire to look any further, for he knew that his experiment had been successful.

However, the drunken adventurer stopped him: "Lord, please wait!"

Cervantes, who had almost reached the door, looked back at the adventurer in confusion.

The adventurer's cheeks were red from drunkenness, but his eyes had become clear and serious.

"Your Excellency. The adventurer asked seriously, "I wonder if someone like me can be literate......?"

The adventurer was nearly middle-aged, and the school in the Storm's house was filled with a group of children, so when he said this, there was an uproar in the tavern.

"Doom, how old are you and you still want to go to school? Lord Surely you won't ......"

Dom had just turned his head and glared angrily, but Cervantes' voice came.

"Yes, of course!"

Everyone was stunned, including Doom himself.

They looked over in surprise and saw the smile on the 'lord's face.

"We don't turn away anyone who aspires to learn, and we haven't said that our schools only admit children – anyone who wants to be literate can apply to get into the school!"

"I mean, 'anyone'!"