Lizard Keeping Diary

Mole is not magic.A lot of people say that, but there is no shortage of opposing views.

In the eyes of most magicians, there is a clear line between magic music and magic.

That's not magic, that's just music.they said.Sometimes it is a tool of flattery.

But no matter what those magicians say, Schatz is proud of magic music.As for whether Mo Le is discriminated against by the magic world, it doesn't matter to him.He was successfully admitted to Mabia Magic Music Academy and graduated this year.That's enough.

The palace is always the place where the competition is fiercest, and every year graduates fight for it.

Schatz also wanted to enter the palace, where the salary was generous and the work was leisurely, it was a dream place.

Unfortunately, the instructor told him, "Munro's quota is full...are you interested in going to Guangming Island?"

For the Munro people, Guangming Island is not the most ideal place to work, because it is the territory of the Yi people, and the Yi people and the Munro people have ancient historical disputes, and the ethnic groups on both sides are hostile to each other.Therefore, most Munro musicians are reluctant to go to Guangming Island even if the remuneration is good and the duration is only half a year, and vice versa.

Schatz didn't mind that much.As a Munro, he always yearned for a bigger world.

Considering that the whole world is already using the same language, maybe there will be no concept of country in the future.The whole world may become a unified community, regardless of race, holding the same citizenship, only the difference of ethnicity.

Based on this idea, Schatz readily accepted the quota of Guangming Island and was ready to go.

But before the official departure, he still had one thing to worry about, so he informed the Academic Affairs Office of the whole story, and after obtaining an understanding, he left the main team and embarked on the journey alone.He only needs to arrive in Popus within a week, and when he gets there, the winged officials will naturally meet him.

It's just that he walked alone not to arrive faster, but to go home and visit his mother's grave.

It was a small village.The nearby mountain stream connects to the Kuan River, which flows tirelessly.

Schatz can't remember how many times he visited his mother's tombstone.It was just a rock, and nothing was buried under it, because his mother had been cremated, or so he felt.He's not so sure.Whenever he thinks about his parents, he gets a headache, which is a physical pain.So, he always tries not to think too much about it.

My childhood memories are not pleasant. My father was alcoholic and domestically violent, but my mother refused to leave my father. She was always so infatuated, or stupid.Even when he was ill from abuse and had his father smash his head with a wine bottle, his mother still insisted that he should gratefully call that beast father.fuck it.Now that animal is nowhere to be found, and the mother finally passed away after years of torture.Should he be grateful for this too?

"Hope you like lilies, mother."

Schatz placed the bouquet of white flowers in front of the gravestone.

The autumn wind blows, blowing three or two petals onto the engraved words.

sleeping here

Patty Prang

Schatz's mother

He sat down, took out his lute, and offered music to his mother.She loves to hear him play the piano.Although she hadn't listened to it a few times, because his family was poor and couldn't afford a decent musical instrument, he only got a real piano after he was admitted to Mabia Magic Music Academy.

The surroundings returned to quiet, lonely and lonely, and he was the only one, facing the pale tombstone, talking about his recent experience.

He wasn't sure if his mother was interested in this, but if he didn't tell him, he felt that there was nothing else to do and he should get out of here.

In order to spend more time with her, he tried his best to describe the matter in detail, mentioning many details to make it sound more vivid.

"During the graduation ceremony the day before yesterday, I was packing up my things in the dormitory, and suddenly I heard a commotion outside, as well as harsh sirens. I thought something was wrong, so I ran downstairs to check, but a bunch of people stood on the playground. pointing at the sky.

But what is in the sky?I can't see anything.

I confirmed from my classmates that the air raid siren was officially sounded, not a prank.

This just adds to my confusion.I'm sure other people feel the same way.

what's in the skyThis question took center stage that evening.

It was a loud bang.My ears are almost deaf.

Everything jerked a bit, then snapped back into place.

I went to the window and saw the night sky burning, and something streaked across the horizon.

I have reason to believe it was an explosion, but it is impossible to know exactly what exploded.

In the past two days, the students have been discussing this matter, and even I have heard some rumors.

It is said that the reason for this movement is because a dragon fell from the sky.

The dragon's weapon was bombed to pieces by the army and scattered on the outskirts of the capital.

I don't think anyone really believes it.After all, such rumors are false.

First of all, the Dragon Clan died out thousands of years ago.There can be no dragons now.Second, if a dragon is really coming to attack us, why is it carrying a weapon?They are the most powerful weapons in themselves. "

Shatz said, thinking of the scene at that time, he couldn't help shaking his head and chuckling.

"To this day, no one knows what happened..."

The voice gradually lowered, echoing lonely among the grassy hills and mountains.

"I just thought maybe you'd be interested, Mother, you've told me so many stories like this. They all sound just as incredible. Those dragons... God... I don't really believe them. Even going to Church, it's all perfunctory. I don't want to be seen as an outlier. But if I were to be honest with my heart, I would question most of the stories I hear...”

Seemingly aware of something wrong, Schatz slowly silenced his voice.

Unlike him, my mother is a devout believer who has practiced the dogma in her life.

She wouldn't like to hear him talk like an unbeliever.

So he'd better stop there.

Schatz stood up.Sudden standing caused insufficient blood supply.Coupled with his recollection of things related to his mother, the pain surged up again.Enduring chest tightness, air blockage and temporary blindness, he stood still in place, and it took him a while to regain consciousness.

The first thing that came into his sight was blood.

Blood? !

Schatz looked carefully at the tombstone and confirmed that the red marks on it were new. Then he shifted his gaze to the grass next to him, where there were also spots of blood.Whose?Shatz reached out to touch the blade of grass, and found that the place stained with blood was as hot as magma. He was so scared that he immediately withdrew his hand, with lingering fear in his heart.

Whose blood is this... is it human...or...

Shatz walked along the bloodstains as if possessed.

Schatz soon came to the end of the blood trail.It was a small cave, not for dogs or wolves, probably only bugs could get in.Schatz didn't feel right.Because the blood volume of the bug is obviously not enough to dye the grass red.He thought it was a bigger animal, and he was a little timid to imagine what it was, but he was still curious, so he lay down and observed the opening of the hole.

It was pitch black inside.as I thought.Schatz lingered there, feeling something inside.After a while, two golden light clusters appeared in the field of vision.Those were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, shining like exquisite jewels.

Schatz couldn't help but stare at those golden eyes until they slowly approached him.

"what."

He shrank back a bit, stood up, and watched the other party come out of the cave.

It was a lizard, described as miserable, half of its tail was broken, and its body was stained with blood.

Shatz didn't expect such a scene and was stunned on the spot.A surge of pity followed.

"Poor little guy." Carefully, Schatz picked up the lizard and put it in his palm.

The lizard was unresponsive at first, but once it realized it was being caught, it struggled, slapping him with its tiny claws and poking around for an escape route.Schatz tried to calm the lizard, but no matter what, he couldn't calm it down.

It probably thought he was a predator and was too nervous and scared.

Schatz brewed for a few seconds, hummed a low-key melody, and finally made the lizard lie there motionless.

Right now it's a little confused, a little stiff, but more calm.Calm for no reason.

Schatz has done this countless times, so he naturally understands that this is the effect of Magic Music.

This is a force that affects the feeling of life only through the sound waves generated by the vibration of objects.

Different base tones can produce different effects, depending on the strength, height, and length of the sound.

The musical instrument is just a means, and the heptatonic scale is enough, and it is not even necessary, because the heptatonic scale is not popular in some regions.

It's okay to not follow the rules as long as you match your tones properly.

It is precisely because magic music focuses more on the use of magic than music theory itself, aiming to create an extremely pleasant experience and lead the audience to a mysterious illusion. Therefore, compared with ordinary musicians, magic musicians may not be able to win in terms of skills, but they are more popular.

Schatz took the lizard to a nearby stream and washed its body with clean water.Schatz was extremely cautious in his actions, fearing that he would touch the wound.But when he cleaned up the lizard, he found that there were no obvious wounds on its body, only some cracks that seemed to have just healed, and even the broken tail stopped bleeding and solidified into a dark red substance.

Schatz pondered for a while, thinking that it might have healed itself.After all, certain reptiles have such abilities.He poked the lizard's back and found that after washing it, the color had changed from grayish brown to khaki, and there were two raised bumps on its back.

From the beginning to the end, the lizard let him check his own situation, most of his eyelids drooped, and he was drowsy.

"Don't hold on when you're sleepy, little guy." Schatz gently stroked the little oval head.

As if receiving an order, the lizard stretched out its forelimbs to hug Shatz's thumb, closed its eyes completely, and fell asleep.

Shatz took the lizard back to the previous cave entrance.He was going to put the lizard back because it was safer there.

But he was about to do so, even stooped, when a wavering mood suddenly engulfed him.

He eyed the lizard a few times.This little guy slept deeply, his breathing fluctuated steadily, and he didn't know that his fate was being controlled by a human being.

If he lets go here, what will happen to this little guy?Maybe it survives, day one, day two...but will it always be?

One day, it will encounter a ferocious predator and be eaten alive.

This is the law of survival in nature.Schatz, however, could not bear to imagine such a picture.For him, everyone should have their own home, but this life has already intersected with him, and he feels that he has become its only support.

Come to think of it, it shouldn't mind someone taking care of it and keeping it from harm, right?

With a little guilt and a little joy, he turned away with the lizard.