Old-time musicians

Fan Ning and Luna jumped out of the carriage one after another.

There is heavy hot water vapor rising on the white beach, making people feel like taking a sauna.

The abundant rainfall passed quickly, and the feeling on the toes gradually changed from muddy to dry. After Fan Ning walked around several carriages to check, he discovered that there was still a rain forest not far from the beach, but he really didn't know how he got here. The caravan had been traveling through the rainforest all afternoon and was still a certain distance from the sea.

"I just got lost." At this time, Masenegu's voice came, "You will get lost a few times. The journey has been a bit hasty these two days. It is almost evening, so rest early, walk in, and pick a place to light a fire."

Under his command and dispatch, the caravan began to make slight adjustments.

The storm that had just raged and roared now had no lingering effect. The sun gradually set, and the sea in the distance was so calm that there was no ripple. The waves crashed quietly on the shore and then faded away, leaving behind waves of light-colored seaweed and broken shells.

When traveling long distances in hot weather, fresh meat, vegetables and fruits cannot be carried for a long time. However, it is difficult for travelers in the south to be reduced to eating dry food because the numerous gifts from the "Fanghui Poet" will accompany them all the way.

Some people picked up several baskets of mushrooms nearby. Masenegu sifted through them carefully, discarding a small portion that were uncertain, and asked the chefs to put them into the boiling water, followed by a few spice leaves, Dried bamboo shoots, ginger and white peppercorns, as well as seaweed washed from the beach and simply treated with salt.

Not long after, Fan Ning smelled a vague but alluring fragrance.

Seeing him sitting on the beach with his piano in his arms, several girls gathered around him, including the eldest sister Camilla, who had said before that she was "not her type." Then the two trainee bards and the family's eldest son Trowa followed closely. thereafter.

The employer Chretien is consulting the "Guide" about compensation or pensions for the aftermath. In the past few days, his caravan has lost four employees and coachmen. According to Masenegu, they are "too unlucky." , because the number of gangsters under his control has exceeded 30. Compared with the targets he is responsible for protecting, only Trova has some paint on his arm.

The rain forest next to it is still wet, humid and hot, with frogs chirping and insects chirping. Not only the place where the mushrooms are cooked, but also the entire depression near the sea is like a half-open pot, with the horizon lingering. The setting sun is like a ball of red fire, slowly boiling, slowly boiling, making the mushroom soup slurp, and as soon as the lid of the pot is opened, the fresh fragrance emerges impatiently, and it continues for several seconds. Every wounded person wrapped in white gauze was in great spirits, as if just taking a few bites of the air would bring him great satisfaction.

On the other side, someone is counting the plump seafood scooped from the offshore sand, soon to be cooked on a wood-fired grill or griddle.

The warm and romantic midsummer, the rich and colorful products, the beautiful music, the gun battles along the way, the rude wealth transfer, and the rotting corpses left behind.

Fanning continues to understand violence and pastoral poetry.

"Ding~dong~dong~ding~dong~dong"

The guitar under his fingertips flowed with decomposed chords in 6/8 time, and he plucked the two high-pitched strings to create a sweet melody with dots and waves.

During these four or five days of travel, he played all the songs of "Winter Journey", but the one that best suited his current physical and mental state and that he liked to sing repeatedly was the current number 11: "Spring Dream".

In the night sky, pure white starlight descended gracefully. The girls curled up their legs and held their chins, imagining reading the past of the troubadour through music. Longing thoughts burst out from their rose-colored bodies like streamers. The light veil shines through like a candlelight shining through a lamp.

In the fourth bar, Fan Ning sings a ballad in the key of A major, with a slightly faster tempo, a melodious melody, and a gentle voice:

"I dream of colorful flowers,

Those are the flowers of May;

I dream of green grass,

There are birds singing happily everywhere. "

In the flowing sound of the piano, the short four-section poem instantly takes the listener to a happy past dream and a heart-pounding spring day.

An only felt that the street in the sun was surrounded by flowers, and the person she liked was holding hands in front of her to lead the way, and she looked back and smiled while her hair was flying.

The vague words of love come from the wind, and the throbbing grows in the panic

But soon, the protagonist’s beautiful dream was interrupted by coldness and noise. The three-beat accompaniment in Fan Ning’s hand stopped abruptly and was replaced by sharp diminished seventh chords and octave tremolo:

"When the rooster crows for the first time,

My eyes have awakened;

It's cold and dark outside,

It's the crows prowling on the roof! "

The protagonist's emotions also brought excitement and anger, especially when he sang the high-pitched restoration fa, the Janus version of "Raven Raven!", Fan Ning's tone suddenly rose, with a hint of being awakened from a sweet dream. The helpless words she gritted her teeth made Luna stunned for a moment.

The dramatic treatment makes people laugh at first, but when you put yourself in the situation and think about it carefully, you only feel desolate and pitiful.

"Who is at the window again?

Draw these green leaves;

Could it be that in mocking this winter,

A dreamer who sees flowers? "

The speed of Fan Ning's singing changed to a slow pace, and her emotions calmed down with compromise, and gradually returned to the original dream song, but the sorrow of reality became a haze in the subconscious, and everything was helpless and mixed:

"I dream of eternal love,

Dreaming about a beautiful girl,

Dreaming of hearts and passionate kisses,

Dream about joy and luck.

When the rooster crows for the first time,

Already awakened my heart;

I sit alone,

Thinking back on my dreams. "

The rhythm of the classical guitar accompaniment changes to 2/4 time, and everything becomes gentle and stagnant. The protagonist asks questions in the last verse as if speaking. In reality, there is darkness and coldness with little hope:

"I close my eyes again,

There is still passion in the heartbeat;

When will the leaves outside the window turn green?

When will I see my lover? "

The song was originally in the main key of A major, but at the end, Fan Ning changed it to a bleak key of A minor. At the end, only the melancholy reveries and longings were left. Just as everyone was savoring the sentimental aftertaste, there was a sudden sound in the crowd. There was a burst of exclamation, almost at the same time as Fan Ning strummed the last A minor chord——

"Do you see why there is a ship suddenly on the coast?"

Although this untimely sound did not affect Fan Ning's performance, it undoubtedly destroyed the almost perfect listening loop at the last moment of the music. Several fruits on the coconut tree nearby that originally shone with pink light eventually returned to a relatively more red color. Less orange.

Fan Ning bit his lip and frowned. He had been exposed to "pool" pollution many times before. Recently, when he conceived music on this land, his inspiration seemed to be more influenced by "pools". He was originally borrowing Playing the piano relieved some of the restlessness in reality and dreams, and I continued to play and sing "Loneliness" and "Mail Train" with some interest, but now my mood turned into irritability.

But this cannot be blamed on the audience who made the noise. When they see someone or something inexplicably intruding, they are right to warn loudly as soon as possible.

Everyone followed the sound and saw that there was indeed a ship parked on the coast. It was obvious in the night because the lights in the windows were very bright.

This time, the "spring dream" was really "disturbed".

"When did you come here?" Masenegu put his sword on his back and loaded his rifle, his eyes full of vigilance.

It seems to be a steam ferry, small and medium-sized, with a passenger capacity of more than 20, but why did it stop here without making any sound?

It is indeed even more strange when it is related to the matter of getting lost just after the storm.

"Everyone else will get on the bus first, and the guards will find cover before they are too far away." He said immediately. Although there are many strange things happening these days, what is more realistic than dealing with strange things is that you still have to beware of firearms that can kill people at the slightest disagreement.

Luna quickly picked up Fan Ning who was holding the guitar, and then dragged him into the car.

The next moment, a dozen people got off the steam ferry, one riding a horse, one walking, and the others carrying two iron boxes.

The first person to breathe a sigh of relief was Chretien, the head of the caravan family. He was looking at the situation outside through the gap in the curtains. In any case, the people on the other side were people and not anything else. The worst thing that could happen was that a group of people came to rob him again. Gangster.

Although moving boxes still seems a bit strange.

The seafood was smoking in the boiling oil on the iron plate, and the big pot filled with mushroom soup was still slurping. The other party approached the caravan in silence. Massenegu and the guards tensed up and stood there without saying a word. Not sent.

But after a minute, when the two sides got closer, the knight commander seemed to relax.

Under the bright starlight on a clear night, he saw the pink bouquet symbol on the last saddle.

Are the people riding the horses from the church?

The walker in front seemed to be dressed as a "guide". He had a beard, a thin face, and raised eyes. He wore a light-colored chainmail over a white shirt. He was not armed and had a dagger at his waist.

"The Chretien family of the Mising Chamber of Commerce?" he asked.

"Yes, any advice?" Trois jumped off the carriage first, followed closely by his father Chretien, because the father and son also saw the witness talisman of "Fanghui Poet" behind him.

Masai Negu stepped aside and was thinking calmly.

How did this “guide” get involved with the church?

Generally speaking, the "guides" of Yeluzi take over their own work, while the external transferees who are loosely managed by the Special Patrol Department, that is, the "real guides" have more and better jobs, but no matter what, Fanghui Temple generally There will be no entrustment relationship with the "guide".

Masenegu is not a church believer. In terms of the amount of money given to him, the Special Patrol Office is his biggest benefactor. Moreover, the private work rules of the "guide" industry are not like this. Not only does this person not register a number, he also He simply ignored himself and asked his employer.

But the church power in the southern continent is also very powerful. He was a little worried about the man on horseback with a low brim behind him, but said nothing.

"The Chretien family... that's right. There is a 'Seven Blessings' nourishment and escort commission from you. Now please hand it over in advance." The bearded man said.

"I don't understand what you mean. We are a supply caravan of spices, jams and other supplies." Troy replied calmly and cautiously.

The bearded man shook his head, smiled, and waved back.

Masenegu's hand holding the gun suddenly tightened, but the next moment, he saw several people behind him opening the two iron boxes.

"Count."

Under the starlight, the box was full of gold pounds!

Troya relaxed and glanced at Masenegu with some embarrassment, and then confirmed with still uncertainty: "Um... Sir, I'm afraid we're not even halfway through the journey this time, the gift of the 'Seven Blessings' Is the progress of nourishment not enough..."

"It doesn't matter. The time required for the temple is as early as possible. Once the money is counted, there will be no problem. Just leave it to me." The other party said.

Masenegu is a socially shrewd person, and he probably understood what was going on when he heard this.

It's just that these chamber of commerce families hid some rare items with a higher value than the original goods in the supply carriages. Although Trova looked a little embarrassed, he felt that this was normal.

There are always some secrets in any business group. Employers do not need to tell themselves in detail about these things, especially to outsiders. If they are exposed, when they meet gangs and negotiate the percentage of "tolls", they will also use the base price of goods. The estimated value has been inflated, which does no one any good.

The wool comes from the sheep, and the blood and costs paid by these caravans ultimately affect the speed at which one can make money to buy a nobleman and marry a noble lady.

However... this time it sounds a little special and interesting. It seems to be an extraordinary item needed by the Fanghui Temple for rituals. It needs to be nourished by gifts from the journey to achieve certain mysterious properties, so it secretly commissioned some caravans to travel. supply?

After going through these steps quickly in his mind, Massenego unloaded his gun. He was not interested in paying attention to the size of the order that his employer secretly took. He sat aside to avoid suspicion and took a bowl, which was white and plump and filled with steam. The rich mushroom soup was overflowing with flavor. I took a sip and sighed again:

"It smells so good."

While Trois was rummaging around in the jam cart, Chretien winked and motioned for his men to quickly go up and count the money.

After confirming that the commission fee of 6,000 pounds and the upfront deposit of 2,000 pounds were undoubtedly, Troya handed over a small bottle with a packaging that was roughly the same as jam but with a dark brown glass.

It is said that this mysterious commission from the church only requires seven transactions, and the family has to use many connections to win one of them. You must know that the "Flower Ceremony" goods worth 15,000 pounds, after being successfully sold, will only make 60-70% off all the costs. Thousand pounds, the reward for this mysterious order can directly rival him, and its importance can be imagined.

Now that the cash is directly in hand, the commission is successfully delivered ahead of schedule.

I thought the matter was over, but I didn't expect the bearded man to speak again:

"Then, the little girl of your family's 'gone color', please also give it to the church to take away."

"What!?" As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Chretien and Trois changed, and even Camilla and Ann, who were hiding in the carriage next to them and listening to the conversation, were also shocked.

Masai Negu's face finally darkened. After putting down the mushroom soup bowl, he stood up and walked up to these people:

"You'd better make it clearer. Also, don't you know what to call this friend of the 'Hua Touching Man'?"

Although the church was powerful and he had no affiliation with him, he still had some connections in the Special Patrol Office. He openly threatened his employer's personal safety. If he didn't stand up, his job would be ruined. Although this little girl had always been insignificant before, she was still a member of the family, and because Scheler was invited to accompany him, her importance in Chretien's eyes had now increased.

Marseille Negu is also a little confused about the reason. The "discolored people" are considered to be people who cannot be touched by the gifts of the "Fanghui Poet". This means that they are not favored, cannot achieve success, and their status is marginalized, and also Not being a member of the evil god organization or a contaminated person, he really didn't understand what the church was going crazy about today.

"This 'Guide' turns out to be a knowledgeable and interesting person." A neutral male voice came from under the brim of the horse's hat. "He has also entered the middle rank. He is an outsider. I advise you not to interfere in church affairs. Otherwise, there will be consequences at your own risk.”

Masai Negu's eyes flashed coldly, and he pulled away the sword on his back, but the next moment the man raised his hand to draw a circle in the air, and a ring of red heterogeneous light appeared under his feet.

"Spiritual wall? Concrete inspiration?" His expression finally changed.

The other party turned out to be a high-ranking and knowledgeable person, at least the top or second-ranked person in a local church!

Although he could break through this spiritual wall with a little effort, he understood that the other party was not really attacking, but was threatening and warning him not to act rashly.

The man on horseback seemed to sniff his nose lightly, and then pointed in the direction of a carriage next to him: "Go and bring that little girl down."

"Yes, sir." The bearded man responded respectfully, and then strode towards that direction.

After three steps, he walked two meters away when suddenly a low and indifferent voice came from the carriage:

"roll."