Silver Dragon [Western Fantasy]

Troubadours are the kind of creatures who will cry on the spot if they are bored with a story.

Even if she didn't cry on the spot, she would cry quietly behind her back.

Samir knelt down to comfort him: "It's all right, it's his aesthetic problem."

Saltz: "No, most people in the Confederates like George."

Vivienne cried even louder.

Salz also squatted down and looked at her curiously: "Vivienne is really a beautiful girl troubadour, I thought it was just a legend."

Vivian choked up.

She sat up, wiped away the tears from her face, and asked, "What did you say just now that you didn't completely expel them?"

Samir said, "That's what I'm going to ask you."

Vivian: "Huh?"

Salz was about to ask why you wanted to protect Garcia, but Samir waved his hand, stopped him, and asked, "What did you experience in the castle?"

Vivian thought about it and said, "I heard about this castle three days ago. I came here because I wanted to find some inspiration... Although it was three days ago, it feels like a long time has passed."

Soltz couldn't help but said: "There are many adventurer teams who came to this ancient castle and didn't come back alive. Why are you so courageous?"

Vivienne showed a reserved smile: "I'm generally lucky. After I came here, I didn't experience any strange things. I just had a dream."

Samir: "Didn't you see strange visions, like moving corpses?"

Vivian: "No."

Saltz: "Didn't the dead invite you to dinner?"

Vivian showed a look of "what strange things are you talking about": "What is that?"

Samir and Saltz looked at each other, and Saltz said blankly, "It turns out that this is good luck..."

Vivian continued: "After I entered the castle, I didn't encounter anything. I fell asleep without knowing it, and entered a strange dream."

Samir: Hey, how the hell did you fall asleep here? !

Even though he thought so, Samir guessed that it was Garcia's method to drag Vivian into the previous scene in another gentle way.

"I saw a child, about five or six years old, playing alone in the room, talking to himself occasionally."

Salz frowned slightly, and was about to speak when Samir pressed his hand.

What Vivian saw was different from what they saw.

"Then I went to talk to him. He said his name was Garcia and he had an older brother and father, but his elder brother and father never played with him since he was a child. He could only play with a friend whom neither his father nor his elder brother could see."

"He was talking to his friend just now, but I didn't see anyone else in the room. I stayed with him in my dream, telling him limp, boring stories, playing hero and devil, host and guest , kings and knights, anyway, it’s a game that some children like.”

Samir looked at Salz and complained silently: Look, you have made him have a psychological shadow.

Saltz: ...I didn't say boring!

"Then, when he grew up, when he was ten years old, Garcia's father and elder brother held a grand birthday party for him, and invited people from the church to attend..."

Samir asked, "Wait, what does he mean by growing up..."

Vivian said: "That's right, I grew up with him in my dream. So, although it was just a short dream for me, almost five years have passed in the dream."

"I watched him grow up, from a lively and lovely little boy to a taciturn, gloomy and withdrawn teenager. His father and brother never really talked to him, nor did they want to see him. Garcia Standing by the window every day, I look at the back of my father and elder brother when they go hunting and playing together. The way they look at him, it seems that Garcia is a terrible and strange creature. If I am stared at by such eyes, I will even feel hatred .But Garcia is not resentful, he just wants to be close to his father and brother."

"Garcia could only talk to the non-existent friend because even the maids were ordered not to talk to him."

Samir said: "That friend who doesn't exist..."

"I know, it actually exists, because Garcia will occasionally say something he has never been exposed to, and has some ideas that are completely unlike him."

Vivian said: "But since I started playing with him, Garcia seldom talked to that friend. He would invite me to read books together, and even tried to tell me stories. He said that he also wanted to become a troubadour in the future. I thought it was going to be like this forever but at his [-]th birthday party that church guy said to his dad that Garcia is possessed by a demon and he has been talking to the demon and will soon be assimilated .If it's going to be handled properly, it's best to hand Garcia over to the Temple."

"Garcia's father and brother asked him to suppress the demon first, and then secretly killed the unsuspecting church personnel. Garcia stood by the window again, watching his father and brother dispose of the church personnel's body."

"In order to hide people from church personnel, his father and brother created several similar cases. But the Marquis of Hill is a very famous person, so no one suspects them."

"After that, Garcia was locked in the room. No matter begging or crying, it was useless. The maid would bring food out of the hole every day. Once, Garcia stretched out his hand while the hole was not closed. , grabbed the maid's wrist."

"When his skin rubbed against the hole, a lot of blood flowed out."

"He's been locked up since then, the maid said, to protect him."

"He was locked up in that room. Since he was locked up, he never spoke to me again. I couldn't leave the room, and I couldn't wake up at all. I could only stay there and watch him. "

Samir was slightly taken aback: "In other words, you were also locked up in that room for eight years...!"

Although it was only eight years in the dream, the feeling in the dream was so real and profound that it almost made people forget the reality.

"So, for me, it's been a long time." Vivian sighed: "I just looked at Garcia like this. From the age of ten, he became more and more silent and weaker, lying on the bed , like a corpse."

"Then that year, there was a fire in the castle."

"Before, his father died of illness, and Garcia did not attend the funeral. Later, his elder brother inherited the title of marquis and had children. After the fire broke out, the elder brother fled with the children, and the flames continued to the second floor. In the room where everyone was running for their lives, Garcia stood in front of the window and once again saw the back of his brother."

"Then, Garcia fused with that friend of his."

After Vivienne finished speaking, she sighed softly: "This is the dream I experienced. Although it was only three days in reality, for me, it was almost half a lifetime. The sense of reality in the dream is very strong. Until now, I still can't get rid of my emotions completely, and most importantly, I feel that I am very familiar with Garcia, as if I have really been locked up with him for eight years."

Samir stared at Vivian with concern: "Are you okay?"

Vivienne clenched her fists and closed her eyes. After a while, she said solemnly, "This feeling is too rare. I must write it down and use it in the next story!"

Vivian: "The protagonist's words are the kind of mainstream structure that can enter other people's dreams, and then change their lives, and at the same time be changed..."

Vivian: "If Garcia is used as the protagonist, during the process of being imprisoned, he can enter other people's dreams, experience many other people's lives, and his own heart is also rescued..."

Samir: "...that's a good idea."

Vivian turned her head and asked Salz: "What do you think?!"

Saltz: "...I personally don't like the genre very much."

Vivienne twitched the corners of her mouth, her nose turned sore, and she snorted coldly, "Forget it if you don't like it."

Samir: "I like it! Vivian, what's the matter with you, don't you care about the feelings of your most loyal readers now?"

Vivian: "No, I just want to conquer more people for you!"

Samir and Vivian clasped their hands and looked at each other affectionately. Lang Luo came over, grabbed Samir by the collar, and pulled him away, interrupting the mutual gaze between the two.

"The most important thing now is how to deal with Garcia." Lan Luo said.

Vivian: "Where is Garcia? Is he dead?"

Samir said: "Not dead yet, the previous demon has been killed, but Garcia still exists in your body."

Salz: "Because you are unconsciously protecting him, so I have no way to expel him."

Vivian touched her forehead: "After all, I watched him grow up, so when I was still in the dream, I would subconsciously protect him."

Samir: "That was just a dream."

"If you stay in the dream for too long, you won't be able to distinguish it from reality," Vivian said.

Saltz: "But you're sober now, so we can start dispelling him again?"

Vivienne asked slowly: "Is it necessary to disperse him? I always feel that he is just that poor and painful little boy."

Saltz's eyes widened: "But he has turned into a devil! Devil! This is not a joke!"

Vivian: "Is the devil very powerful?"

Salz stumbled for a moment: "Actually, I don't know much about it..."

Demons haven't appeared on Redras Continent for a long time, and their only sources of information are those few torn books.

"The demon comes from another plane. There are some gaps between that plane and the Redras continent. It is through those gaps that the demon can come to the Redras continent."

It was Lang Luo who spoke.

Lan Luo glanced at Samir, and then explained: "The existence of demons is not the same as us. Their own existence can only last a short time in Redras Continent, so they must reside on the continental creatures. .Newborn cubs are the best option, and as the cubs grow, they will also slowly get stronger."

"There are two final results of the occupation. The demon directly occupies the host's body, and the host's original soul disappears. Or, if the host's soul is strong enough, the demon will choose to fuse with the host. There is also an extremely rare case where the host Transform yourself into a demon, and then kill the original demon."

"Like Garcia, the devil should have chosen to merge with him."

Samir asked, "So what's the situation with Garcia now?"

Lang Luo thought for a moment and said, "He hasn't completely transformed into a demon yet, he should be in the process of transformation."

Salz asked: "Why? When I tested it, he was almost completely demon..."

"Because two demons cannot coexist." Lan Luo said lightly: "As long as the demons can sense each other's existence, they will try their best to kill each other. This is the survival instinct that demons cannot violate, and there can be no accidents. "

Samir suddenly realized: "Before Salz said that Garcia was protecting the devil, then he must only do so if he has not completely turned into a devil."

Saltz: "How is this possible..."

After listening to their discussion, Vivian said at this moment: "Since Garcia is not a demon yet, let him live in my body, is that okay?"

Samir shook his head: "You are so naive. Even if he is not now, he will become a devil sooner or later."

Vivian: "Is there no way to stop him from becoming a demon?"

Samir: "I don't know, and the risk is too great. If your body is occupied by him in the future, it will be too late to save you."

Vivian blinked: "It may not be occupied, Samir, the reason why you are sure that I will wake up is not because you know that my soul is stronger than Garcia's."

Saltz couldn't help but sneered, it was quite strange for Vivienne to say such a thing, and she felt too self-righteous.

Vivienne is very serious: "He went crazy after being locked up for eight years, and I was also locked up for eight years, and then wrote three stories that I thought were neither soft nor boring. I will write them when I have time, until Time will surely defeat George."

Samir: "Why on earth did you have to keep him?"

"Didn't I say that he also tried to tell me a story in his dream, saying that he wanted to become a troubadour. In fact, I think he is very talented, and he is more likely to write it down for thousands of years than the fourth prince of the Northern Alliance. In the future, when I can’t continue writing, let him write it.” Vivienne said, her eyes lit up: “Or just let him write everything in the future—although the troubadour lets others Ghostwriting is wrong, but Garcia is someone else, he lives in my head!"

Samir: "...what about your work ethic!"

Vivienne smiled and said slowly: "Besides, Garcia is a good boy. Even though his father and brother locked him in the room, he never resented him; the devil is the initiator of everything, but he treats him as a friend After the fire, he stayed in the castle obediently and never took revenge on his brother's descendants..."

Soltz couldn't help but said: "But, isn't his father and brother to protect him?"

"Do you really think so?" Vivienne smiled faintly: "If you just hand over the child to the temple, you don't have to kill Garcia to drive out the demon, isn't it something even you can do? The Marquis of Hill is unwilling to do this, isn't it because he is worried that a child possessed by a demon will ruin his reputation?"

Vivienne's voice was very soft, but it made Saltz dizzy.

"As for his elder brother, of course he is happy to see it happen." Vivienne said: "If there is no younger brother, he can inherit the position of marquis and all the property."

Salz couldn't help looking at Samir: "Before, you clearly said that his father and brother were to protect him..."

"Tie him up with an iron chain, and then say that you are protecting him?" Samir sighed softly after thinking of something, "I said that before just to make Garcia shake."

Saltz: "But..."

Samir: "However, the facts are not necessarily what Vivian sees. After all, Garcia created the dream. Maybe he lied to you and made him look innocent."

Vivian nodded: "You are right."

Salz couldn't keep up with them, he would say that Garcia is a good guy, and Garcia is a bad guy, Samir would affirm Vivienne and deny Vivienne...but the relationship between them The communication was very smooth, and I completely understood the meaning of the other party.

Could this be the tacit understanding between the Northern League, bards and loyal readers!

Soltz simply didn't think about so many complicated things. Anyway, he was a paid worker, and he could do whatever the boss told him to do.

"So, boss, now you decide what to do, whether you want to disperse or not, if you don't, please settle the salary, I have to catch up with the mercenary group when I go back."

Vivian clapped her fists: "Why don't I ask Garcia."

Samir couldn't help but look sideways: "This is a good way. If he is obedient, let him stay. If he is not obedient, kill him like you killed the previous demon."

Vivian: "Wait for me for a while."

She immediately sat down, eyes slightly closed, looking for another soul in her consciousness.

Vivian's sea of ​​consciousness is different from that of the little black dragon. This is a vast grassland, with lakes, big trees, and white clouds in the distance. The breeze blows past the ears, the flowers and plants on the ground are swaying, and the leaves are rustling. .

Since Vivian discovered that she could shape the sea of ​​consciousness at will, she often changed various scenes in it, and the main style was based on the story he was writing.

If any magician or other professional who specializes in souls enters his sea of ​​consciousness, he will be surprised. Most people don't have such a powerful sea of ​​consciousness.

Vivienne herself didn't think it was great, he was too weak in combat, and he didn't care much about training in this area.

Under his subordinates, he saw a young man with an extremely thin body and long limbs, hugging him tightly.

Vivienne walked over, but the boy remained motionless and did not respond.

"Do you still remember the story you told me in the dream?" Vivienne asked, "I want to finish listening to the rest of the story, so please write it down."

The boy raised his head and looked at him blankly.

"You are... Vivian?" He didn't say anything for a long time, his voice was hoarse and ugly, and his pronunciation was also very strange.

"Yes."

The young man slowly showed a shocked expression. In his sight, he was clearly a handsome young man with a mustache!

Isn't Vivienne the beautiful girl who wears a gorgeous long dress, gently tells him various adventure stories, listens to his troubles, and plays the role of a princess in the game? !

When Vivian stepped into the castle, Garcia couldn't help but invite him into the dreamland.

With Vivienne around, the past seemed less painful and hopeless. When Garcia stood in the third perspective and looked at Vivienne who was telling stories to the little boy, he had his own dream for the first time.

He also wanted to be a troubadour.

In his own sea of ​​consciousness, Wei An would of course reveal his true identity.

Wei An smiled, walked over and squatted down to watch him. There was a black collar around Garcia's neck, and the chain behind it extended into the void, trapping Garcia here.

"You can't write a good story if you trap yourself here." Wei An put his hand gently on the collar: "Come out for a walk with me."

The wind picked up again, and Garcia heard a click, and his neck relaxed like never before, and even his breathing became easier.

Garcia raised his head and caught Wei An's sight unexpectedly. At least those eyes were the same as Vivian's.

After Wei An opened his eyes again, he found that Salz had disappeared.

Samir was chatting with the elf, and the two seemed to be having a good time talking. Samir made gestures with his hands and feet when he talked about the excitement.The elf listened quietly, and occasionally responded, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes kept falling on Samir's face.

However, when Samir turned his head to look at him, the elf looked away as if nothing had happened.

Wei An rubbed his chin, thinking that he didn't remember the name of this elf before, is it another victim of Samir? It doesn't look like it... That kind of feeling is different from the previous victims.

Wei An coughed and asked, "Where is George's reader?"

Samir: "I gave him the salary and asked him to go back first, I guess you have already solved it."

Wei An smiled. He and Samir hadn't met much, but they did have a strange tacit understanding.

Samir said pointedly: "There are no outsiders here now."

Wei An looked at Lang Luo.

Samir: "Langlo is fine."

Wei An clicked his tongue inwardly. It seems that Samir trusts this elf very much. Trust is much harder than attraction.But he also believed in Samir, so he lifted his disguise and changed back to his original appearance.

Samir looked at him: "I still like you better."

Probably when they met for the first time, what Samir saw was Wei'an's true face, so every time he saw Vivienne, he felt a strange sense of strangeness.

Wei An said: "From now on, I will not appear in front of people as Vivian again. I have to seriously write down all the stories I have thought about before, so I will maintain this state for a long time."

Samir asked casually, "Are you going home to write?"

Wei An: "No, I'm going to Elven Island."