Pirate : The Uncrowned King of the Underworld

After walking out of the restaurant, Gal had a smile on his lips and was in a good mood.

Originally I just chose the island casually, but I didn't expect that there would be unexpected rewards.

There is no music in the Music Island. This is an order issued by the new king, King Dave, who prohibits singing and dancing in the country.

In the bustling city, signs of past prosperity can be seen everywhere, whether it is wind chime-shaped street lamps or guitar-shaped door signs, they all reveal the original appearance of the Kingdom of Cavodelli.

It's just that these were all covered with dust under the great hands of King Dave.

This plot is really familiar. If Wang Lufei met someone from the country again here, it would be a standard script of saving the country and the people.

What a pity, he has no interest in meddling in this nosy matter.

Garr carried the 'Jiao Zhan' and went straight to the palace.

...

night.

The Kingdom of Cavodelli is like a birdcage inside a house. Although you can see the moonlight from the outside, you can only stare up with your neck stiffened.

The lights in the inner city began to slowly go out, and the entire town fell into a deep sleep.

The small farmhouses in the outer city quietly lit candles one by one.

Farmers who had nothing to do during the day gathered in the fields with their own wine and meat.

They carefully put the food on the iron rod in the scarecrow's hand and lit a bonfire in the center.

The white-haired old woman stood at the front, holding a rusty organ in her arms and sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The people behind him also followed suit, forming a large circle around the scarecrows and the bonfire.

As the old woman's first note sounded, music began to play throughout the field, playing the piano, playing the flute, or singing...

With peaceful smiles on their faces, they looked at the night sky with hope.

Like a little girl lighting a match, looking forward to the coming of the sun.

At the same time, the birds in the forest were frightened away and scrambled to escape from the 'iron cage'. Finally, they stood on the iron railings and looked down.

One little bird is just that, but there are thousands of them. They are arranged neatly on the iron railings as if they have made an appointment to act as the audience for this concert.

The forest fell silent.

Suddenly, dust rose up on the windless street corner, and the tree branches swung too gently.

A huge creature slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

The way it flies in the air is so noble, fluttering its wings unhurriedly but causing the leaves to scatter.

It is the king of the sky and the elegant nobleman.

It has the body and claws of a lion, and the head and wings of an eagle.

Perhaps because it is so close to the sky, it has the same feathers and fur color as sunshine. The lion-like hind body is covered with yellow-brown animal hair, and the eagle-like head to the forelimbs are all covered with golden eagle feathers. The feathers on the chest

It's vermilion.

It is a legendary creature - a griffon.

Not counting its tail length, this griffon has reached four to five meters, so it is obviously an adult.

Seeing this, the people around the bonfire played harder and sang more excitedly.

Amidst the laughter and laughter, the gryphon landed.

Its erect body is nearly three meters tall, just enough to eat the barbecued meat above the scarecrows.

Pieces of meat were torn off bit by bit by it, and it raised its head and swallowed it into its belly. Even though it was so happy, it did not forget to cry out "chirp~".

Even though dozens of scarecrows were hung with meat, they were all eaten away in a short time by the griffins.

After having had enough wine and food, the imaginary scene of the gryphon leaving did not appear.

The griffin raised its body, lifted its front body off the ground, and twisted its body.

Gradually, you can find that its movements fit in with the music.

The huge monsters and the laughing farmers just laughed together happily.

One song ends, another song begins...

After a long time, everyone dispersed happily, and the birds returned to the forest in groups. Only one silly big guy was left, still twisting his body intoxicatedly.

Maybe it was too focused, maybe it didn't care about others, but even if it was alone, the griffon still danced stubbornly until dawn.

It wasn't until the first ray of morning light slipped through the forest that it slowly stopped moving.

Chasing the wind, facing the light...

The gryphon left here.

It flew to a clear and translucent lake in the twilight.

He raised his head and took a few sips of water, then stared at the lake in a daze.

Occasionally there are fish and shrimp passing under the feet, and there are also birds staying on the back.

He was like a statue, standing there alone.

It has been like this for hundreds of years.

The griffon is a legendary creature, and perhaps there may be its companion somewhere in the world.

But it hasn't been seen.

It has also flown across the sea and over mountains and rivers, looking for someone of the same kind to be with.

I have seen the clear sky in the East China Sea, the dawn in the South China Sea, the snow scene in the North Sea...

Finally came to this island of music.

When there weren't those dark things above the head, it could fly to other places to look.

In those years the island was always full of noise.

I don't know what happened recently...

But, it doesn't matter.

The griffon shook its body and frightened away the little guy sitting next to it. Then it flapped its wings and flew towards the only high mountain on the island.

Its home is there.

The cave on the back of the mountain hides it from the sun and allows it to have a good sleep.

Slowly enter the nest and fold its wings.

In the empty darkness, the eagle's eyes stared at the distant sea.

You can see the waves rolling, but you can't feel any fun.

The outside world is getting brighter and brighter, and its eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.

Watch the sea alone, sleep alone...

Actually, it's nothing.

(Originally I planned to write about the griffin’s daily life to highlight its loneliness, but I was afraid it would be too boring, so I simply condensed it!)

...

In the royal palace.

Gal woke up leisurely.

"Master, good morning."

The frightened Stella rubbed her eyes and supported the bed board with one hand to get up.

"Why?"

My arms felt sore and I collapsed on the bed.

Gal patted her belly, imitating Stella's tone yesterday and teasingly: "I've wronged you." This caused the other party to pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Tsk hahaha!"

Laughing, he stood up and put on his clothes: "Just rest this morning and make up for it by working overtime in the evening."

Stella tried several times, but couldn't sit up because of weakness.

After hearing the master's last words, his body softened and he lay down on the bed.

"Then...then I obey, young master."

"Have a good rest, I'm leaving."

He picked up the 'Ju Zhan' and walked out of the room.

Waiting at the door was a girl with twin tails.

Gal behaved frivolously and raised the other person's chin.

"How about last night's score, Cherry Jam."

The girl named Cherry blushed with embarrassment, held the hem of her simple skirt with both hands, lowered her head and said softly: "Lord Gal, please stop teasing me, His Majesty the King has been waiting for you in the restaurant for a long time."

Seeing the other person's expression of wanting to crawl into the cracks of the ground, but not avoiding his frivolous palm, Gal smiled slightly.

"If you have anything to talk to that pockmarked face, let him wait."

"I prefer to be with cute girls."

The little girl plucked up the courage and raised her head to look at him, but she still couldn't resist the heat in the boy's eyes. She was defeated again and stared at the ground: "There are many girls around His Majesty the King. Mr. Gal, please go quickly, otherwise Your Majesty

I will be punished."

Gal: "It's different, it's different."

He still let go of his hand and walked towards the restaurant.