That's not a game

The wind spirit jumped up and landed on Lin Xiaoge's shoulder, and said with a grin, "It's very simple, just look for it. When I flew up, I saw two feathers flying towards me, so I grabbed them." ! Am I awesome?"

Lin Xiaoge nodded slightly dumbfounded, and stroked the wind elf's little head, "Yeah, you are the best, my friend."

After being praised by Lin Xiaoge, the elf rolled on Lin Xiaoge's shoulder happily.

But soon, the little guy remembered the agreement with Lin Xiaoge.

"Poet, I found two feathers for you. According to the agreement, you have to teach me two more poems."

"Well, then at this time tomorrow, let's go to the square to play for everyone. You can also learn at that time, how about it?" Lin Xiaoge said after thinking about half the salary.

But the wind elf was a little unhappy, pouted his mouth, folded his hands on his chest, "No, no, I just want you to teach me."

"what?"

Lin Xiaoge was a little dazed, "I will teach you, I don't need anyone else."

"That's not what I mean, I... what I mean is, just the two of us, you teach me, don't need other people, they didn't find you feathers!" Wind Spirit said angrily.

It seems that the little guy is very dissatisfied with the fact that other people prostitute Lin Xiaoge's poems for free.

With the temperament of a child like the Wind Elf, Lin Xiaoge naturally guessed what the other party was thinking at once.

And although the other party's thoughts made Lin Xiaoge a little dumbfounded, it also made Lin Xiaoge feel a little talkative.

After all, this kind of thinking is not what a real bard should have.

"My friend, don't you want to be a bard like me?"

The wind spirit was taken aback, then nodded, "Yes..."

"That friend, do you know what the bard is going to do?"

Lin Xiaoge's question didn't seem to be difficult for the wind elves, and the little guy replied reflexively, "Hmph! What bards have to do is sing and play the piano, and that's not a problem for me."

Lin Xiaoge nodded dumbfoundingly, "Although your answer is correct, but to be precise, the bard is a beautiful existence for the world, bringing new stories, new poems, and new chapters to people. "

The wind spirit was taken aback, "That's right, that's the way it is, I didn't answer wrong."

"Oh no..."

Lin Xiaoge shook his head, and asked again, "Then what do you think the bard brings new stories, new poems, and new chapters to people?"

This question was difficult for the wind elf. The little guy sat on Lin Xiaoge's shoulder, frowned and pondered for a long time before hesitating, "In order...to make more people like him?"

"Hahaha!"

Lin Xiaoge really couldn't help laughing out this time, he found that this wind elf was really as innocent as a child.

"Why are you laughing at me, poet! Don't laugh, bastard!"

Perhaps it was because Lin Xiaoge's "mocking" was not concealed at all, the wind elf blushed, and couldn't help but float to Lin Xiaoge's body, hammering Lin Xiaoge's chest with those small fists.

But the more the other party was like this, the more Lin Xiaoge couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha!"

"Woo-why are you still laughing, you scoundrel! Ignore you!"

The angry wind elf sat on Lin Xiaoge's shoulders with his arms crossed, and turned his back to Lin Xiaoge, as if he would ignore Lin Xiaoge until his anger dissipated.

Lin Xiaoge suppressed her smile, gently pushed the wind spirit's back with her fingers, and smiled softly, "Okay, I'm sorry, I won't laugh anymore."

"Hmph! Ignore you! I don't care if I say I don't care."

"I'm sorry, my friend, but what will it take for you to forgive me?"

"Well... tell me the answer to that question just now, and I will forgive you!"

Facing the pure eyes of the wind elf, Lin Xiaoge couldn't help smiling slightly, and said seriously.

"Then you have to listen carefully."

"Hmm! I'm listening!"

"Bards bring people new stories, new poems, new chapters, for those who can't come back, for those who live numbly, for those who can't sing, for... those who long for freedom and beauty people."

Chapter 31 I have become like you, but you are not by my side

"It feels... so poetic!"

Lin Xiaoge's expression froze at the wind spirit's comment, and then he smiled helplessly.

"This answer is really unique to you."

That's right, the wind elf is still a simple creature like a child, how could the other party understand the meaning of what he just said.

For the other party now, I am afraid that the only thing he can feel is that what he said is a poetic flavor full of fantasy.

"Eh? Is it?"

Lin Xiaoge's words stunned Defeng Spirit for a moment, and he asked quickly, "Then do I look like a poet too?"

"Well, of course, you are my good friend."

Lin Xiaoge gave an affirmative answer, which made Defengling clenched her hands happily, and excitedly raised her legs on Lin Xiaoge's shoulders.

"Hey hey... I'm getting closer to being a real poet today."

"Pfft..."

Lin Xiaoge couldn't help chuckling, the other party was too easy to be happy or angry because of a little simple thing.

This kind of character is really cute for some children.

"Let's go, let's go home."

Lin Xiaoge shook her head lightly, and said instead.

"go home?"

The little guy was stunned for a moment, and said blankly, "What are you doing at home?"

"Didn't you say you want me to teach you poetry one-on-one?"

"Yes!"

The Wind Spirit, who finally remembered, stomped on Lin Xiaoge's shoulder again excitedly, and asked excitedly.

"Poet, what kind of poetry do you want to teach me? It must not be worse than "Haiyan"!"

"Um……"

"Quickly, tell me, poet, what poetry are you going to teach me?"

"Don't worry, we're not home yet."

"Hurry up... tell me your name first... okay—"

"Alright alright."

Lin Xiaoge looked at the wind spirit with big shining eyes in front of her, and smiled slightly.

"The poem I want to teach you is called—"Birds and Fishes."

"Wow - what a poetic name."

"Hahaha, this answer really has your characteristics."

Under the glow of the sunset, two figures, one large and one small, walked slowly, making their respective shadows longer and longer.

They had smiles rarely seen in this city. They discussed various topics and were full of hopes and fantasies about the future.

Although the little guy would be a little jealous and unhappy because the young poet stayed with others from time to time, but when he saw that the young poet was going to help the other party, the wind elf couldn't help but follow the other party to help the other party, and would ask the other party Information about feathers.

But even so, they still didn't find a single feather on the way home.

But it doesn't matter, there are still hopeful smiles on their faces.

……

On the tall tower in the center of the distant city, the lonely king sitting high above the sky quietly looked down at the two figures, one big and one small.

There was a little surprise in her eyes, because a certain elf was so lucky that he found three feathers so easily.

"What a lucky little guy..." Dekarabian sighed.

Then, she shook her head slowly, "Unfortunately, no matter how lucky you are, it's impossible to succeed."

Because, except for the five feathers she gave Lin Xiaoge today, there are only four feathers in the whole Mond.

Moreover, this still counts the one she pulled out from Asuka not long ago.

It takes a long time for the feathers of flying birds to fall off normally.

Therefore, even if she was Dekarabian, she only gave five feathers to Lin Xiaoge, because that was all her feathers.

Nine feathers means that it is impossible for Lin Xiaoge to gather all ten feathers.

If Lin Xiaoge wanted to find the last feather, he had only one way.

That is to climb the tower and get the feathers from the birds!

Dekarabian slowly released the bird in his hand, quietly watched the backs of the young poet and the wind elf, and whispered to himself.

"Although I am very much looking forward to the singing of resistance in your mouth, if I help you initiate this resistance, then this resistance... is too weak. Poet, I am waiting for you to come to me."

After speaking, she, who was dressed in an ice blue dress, sat quietly on her throne, closed her eyes quietly, and waited quietly for the person she was waiting for.

……

"The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death."

"It's that I stand in front of you, but you don't know that I love you."

"The longest distance in the world……"

"Stop stop stop!!"

In the hotel room with only one person and one elf, the wind elf suddenly stopped Lin Xiaoge from singing.

This made Lin Xiaoge tilt her head, wondering.

"what happened?"

"Too...too long, why is "Birds and Fish" longer than "Petrel"?"

The wind elf shook his head, his eyes were a little dazed.Obviously, even though Lin Xiaoge had sung "Birds and Fish" several times, the little guy still couldn't remember this poem.

Lin Xiaoge shook her head helplessly, and smiled, "In that case, I'll write it down for you, how about you read it slowly?"

"Hmm! This is the best, but I actually remember part of it, poet!"

The little guy crossed his hips, raised his head and chest, very proud.

"Oh?"

Lin Xiaoge slightly raised her eyebrows and asked, "What do you remember?"

"The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death."

"It's that I have become a poet, but you are no longer by my side..."

……

In today's Tivat Continent, a city named Mond, a youth-like bard, slowly sang that unique and wonderful poem in the square of Namonde and under the statue of the wind god.

Suddenly, among the crowd, a listener raised his hand high and asked loudly.

"Poet, what's the name of this poem? It sounds great!"

The young poet's voice faltered, he smiled lightly, and replied.

"Hey, it's called - "Birds and Fishes"."

Chapter 32 A lonely king never understands his subjects, and his subjects never understand a lonely king.

Lin Xiaoge realized that she might have really merged into this dungeon called "The Chapter of Fengshen".

This kind of experience is really wonderful, rationality tells him that he is just playing a person, but sensibility tells him that he is this young poet.

That sensibility seems to say, this is you, not a performance, but you used to be in this world, walking as a young poet.

The conflict between rationality and sensibility gave Lin Xiaoge a little headache.