Chapter 694 Hope

Most of the poems sung by troubadours have good stories, but that doesn't mean they are necessarily good to listen to.

It is impossible to tell whether a person is tone-deaf by talking, but it is different when singing.

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 and comfortable profession of troubadour in order to save his life.

That is to save other people's lives, but also to save your own life.

Once a poem is sung to his level, it will most likely create a deadly feud with the listener.

Either he sings the audience to death; or the audience beats him to death.

The two cannot coexist.

After a few songs, I asked Cecil if he was okay.

Cecil told me that he was fine, but that all the staff around him were gone.

I asked him: "Has anyone told you that you are not suitable for singing?"

Cecil said: "Yes, but at the same time I also have a belief that 'any innate shortcomings can be made up for by acquired efforts'."

I said, "Yes, you are absolutely right, but there is a prerequisite."

"What premise?"

"You can survive until that day comes."

Cecil’s singing voice is ugly, but his story is useful.

Putting aside the story, I found a few very key words: elves, moon, and night.

In several consecutive poems, these three words are the most repeated.

I asked Cecil, where did these poems come from? Did he make it up? Or was it what he heard?

Cecil told me: "It was told to him by a very old elf. He said it was a song passed down from generation to generation by the elves."

Most of the songs passed down by the elves from generation to generation can be traced, although it may also be just unofficial history that has been passed down for several generations.

Since I have tried taking a nap before, I might as well try the moon and night.

Darkness is a natural law that I cannot control; the moon on the earth is a planet, so the moon here will probably not be any different.

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

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

I have a plan in mind.

The moonlight has just arrived.

Phoenix and the others began to prepare dinner.

I took Princess Analita back to the room and signaled her to start sleeping now.

Analita was confused and didn't understand what I meant, but she didn't resist and obeyed obediently.

She was very uncomfortable with suddenly going to bed so early. She tossed and turned for a long time before finally falling into a deep sleep.

I stayed by the bed, watching the magic clock on the wall while observing her sleeping face.

Time passes very slowly, especially when you are waiting for something to happen.

Although the door to the room was closed tightly, there was still a faint fragrance of vegetables wafting in. Looking at the time, it was almost dinner time.

Looking at Princess Analita's peaceful sleeping face, I sighed: Did I guess wrong again this time?

However, the next second, something changed.

Princess Analita's originally peaceful sleeping face suddenly became tense. She was breathing rapidly, and there was a faint sound of pain and fear in her throat. She clenched her hands tightly and squeezed her chest tightly, and her plump breasts The chest also became tight due to the rapid breathing.

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

Her body trembled more and more, and her screams became louder and louder. Suddenly, she opened her frightened eyes.

The screams suddenly stopped.

My guess was correct.

Then, it was time to verify my second conjecture.

While Princess Analita was bathing and changing clothes, everyone in the guild had a brief conversation with me.

The purpose of the conversation was only one, about Princess Akalita's nightmare.

I didn't have much to say in response to their inquiries - I wouldn't jump to conclusions without being sure of the answer.

But I have a hunch that tonight, it will be very peaceful.

Sure enough, the night was very peaceful.

Princess Analita stopped screaming and woke up, and Yura slept soundly that night.

My other guess was also correct.

Yura did not lie in my arms and sleep like Cagalli, Barbara and Phoenix. Instead, he lay on another bed and slept fully clothed.

Although, she was wearing pajamas.

Princess Analita 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 can still sleep well."

"It's just that the nightmare is still with me." Her expression was a little depressed.

"It will be fine too," I smiled, "I promise."

She forced a smile.

"I didn't ask you last night," I said, "did you still dream about the sword?"

"It's still a sword," she said calmly, without the initial panic, but still retaining some resistance: "The sword of the elves is our own sword. I always feel that I still have some very important memories that I have not returned."

"Maybe it has something to do with your dream." I looked at the door. Yura had already gone out to prepare breakfast, and Analita and I were the only two people left in the room.

"My dream? You mean"

"The person who hurt you is most likely one of your tribe."

"Really?" Princess Analita looked disappointed, as if she had heard something that made her sad.

This was indeed a conjecture that made her sad enough.

"I'm not referring to all the people, Princess Analita." I frowned and said, "I'm referring to a very small number of powerful elves. I even wonder if the one who hurt you will be with you." Those who killed the fairies are the same group of people.”

"The elves love peace and will not harm the elves casually." Princess Analita lowered her head and murmured: "There must be some misunderstanding here."

"Before, your memory has not returned, and it was only equivalent to that of a young child. There are some things that I did not say to you, and it is not easy to say to you. Now, your mind has returned to the same age. There are some things that I cannot say. "I won't tell you." I raised my head, looked at Analita's face, and said calmly: "There is no absolutely peace-loving race, there are only races that do not interfere with each other because they do not have interest disputes. The reason why elves and goblins can coexist, Mostly because ambition has not been accumulated to its limit. Once it overflows, greed and killing will occur, and no one is immune to this."

"Why are you telling me this?" Analita raised her head and stared at me as well. Her eyes were very embarrassed and painful: "Can't you treat me as a young child and keep hiding it?"

"The future has to be faced, Princess Analita, whether it is beautiful or cruel, whether it is happy or sad, you have to face it; you have to remember, first of all, you are a princess, your My sister is the queen of this kingdom. Everyone’s eyes are not only looking at your sister, but also at you. You two are the hope of the elves. Only when you are full of hope can you continue to be strong. Living, and you, are the hope that keeps this country from falling."

Merry Christmas Eve