Whispering Poems

Chapter 1474 "Court Painter"

Xia De nodded:
"At the ball in that castle, Cinderella, who came in a carriage, stepped on the crystal slipper and won everyone's attention. Her brown eyes were as deep as the night sky, and her golden hair was like the silver As smooth as moonlight, the dark blue evening dress reminds people of the silent night at this moment, and the dots of decoration on the skirt are like the stars tonight. Cinderella ushered in the prince and danced with him until late at night."

Xia De took a deep breath, these fairy tales were heard many times by outsiders when they were in their hometown.But if he really let him speak out under the premise of meeting the requirements, he has a new feeling:

"Midnight is approaching, the prince tried his best to keep Cinderella to stay and continue dancing, but Cinderella remembered the agreement with the old woman and left in a hurry. So, the next day the prince continued to hold a grand ball. After leaving, the old woman with the wand came again in the night - 'I will continue to help you, just as I promised last night'."

Fiona continued to listen to the story, not forgetting to draw the fourth act.The fourth act is relatively simple, that is, in the castle at night, a grand ball is being held, and Cinderella in a crystal slipper is dancing with the prince.

In the empty temple, Xia De didn't know whether those people who had been made into specimens by the gods could hear their own voices.He just hopes that all stories are as beautiful as this one:

"When the ball was on the third night, Cinderella, who was secretly in love with the prince, forgot the time in the music of the ball. So that when the twelve bells rang at zero o'clock, she hurriedly rushed to the castle with her skirt 'Oh, my princess, why are you leaving me again?' - said the prince, and he ran after him. But Cinderella ran so anxiously that she left her left on the steps. The crystal slipper for the feet. The prince held the crystal slipper, but couldn’t find Cinderella, so he vowed to make all the girls in the country wear this slipper, and he must find a girl to dance with and marry her as his wife.”

Fiona quickly drew the fifth act. On the winding stairs, the prince in a red tuxedo was holding a crystal slipper.In the dark night below him, a small figure was running wildly on the hillside holding up the hem of his skirt.

The drawing talent of the Red Dragon Witch is indeed top-notch.

"So I searched and searched, searched and searched. The girls all over the country heard that the prince wanted to find his future wife with a shoe, so they all tried enthusiastically, but no one's feet could match the crystal shoe. Matching. Until one day, the prince’s team finally came to Cinderella’s home. Cinderella’s sisters tried the shoes excitedly. After finding that they were not suitable, they cut off their heels with sharp knives on the advice of their stepmother. .”

Xia De heard the red dragon girl behind her sighing:
"The prince thought he had finally found his future wife, and was about to take her back to the palace, when the old lady who kept the promise appeared again. She helped Cinderella as promised, and the birds she called chased the prince to chirp, and the prince therefore Found blood on the ground. The birds pushed Cinderella who was busy in the kitchen to come out, so the prince ignored the stepmother's obstruction and asked Cinderella to put on the glass slipper."

Fiona's fingers left color on the final sixth slate.It was a sunny day. On the left side of the courtyard were the prince and his attendants, and on the right side, surrounded by birds, Cinderella shyly put on her glass slipper, her sisters with injured feet, and her stepmother lying on the ground.

But if you look closely, there is an obviously abnormal shadow behind the willow tree, and hiding in the shadow is an old woman holding a wand and smiling.

With the completion of the sixth painting, the story comes to an end.The six huge stone slabs were slowly lifted into the air, and came to the front of the night curtain on the high platform.Fiona held his hand behind Shad's back again, but this time she at least dared to look behind Shad's back, over Shad's shoulders, and quietly look at the curtain at the highest point of the palace.

Xia De explained loudly:
"What I present is the story about the night and the promise. Although it is just a children's fairy tale, it can also show the power of the night. When the clock strikes midnight, everything will change with the night. The God of the Night , are you willing to accept this story? Are you still satisfied with this story?"

There was such a long silence that Xia De even counted down the time he could stay in his heart.

This time key, each stay time is four 10 minutes.And this last entry, except for the delay in the conversation with Fiona at the beginning, the rest of the time was spent in action.It took nearly half an hour to tell the story and draw the six pictures.In other words, Xia De now has less than 10 minutes left.

The dense night filled the temple of night, so much so that if it wasn't for the "time perception", Xia De would even think that time would be frozen.

When Xia De only had the last 5 minutes left, he finally heard the answer from the god behind the curtain:

"Although the story of the night is light, it is enough to decorate my palace."

At this moment, Xia De and the red dragon girl behind him breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.And those six stone slabs also flew towards the side wall of the hall, and were inlaid in their original positions.As the original text of the story of "Cinderella", it is permanently left in the palace of the gods.

Xia De felt that he was only a short distance away from this enlightenment rune.

"God, since you are satisfied with our story, would you agree to the mortal's request and give us a part of your mortal territory?"

Xia De asked again, and at the same time, a doubt arose in his heart.

Just now when he mentioned dedicating the First Era slate, God of the Night said "not enough" rather than "don't".That is to say, that slate is also part of the transaction, but the slate is still in St. Byrence even though it was in the sixth era.

"Yes. But the sacrifice of the slate must be replaced by other."

The god on the high place said in the curtain that Xia De still doesn't know what the god will look like after he descends.But maybe there is nothing behind that curtain that keeps fluttering in the windless room.

"I don't know what you need us to offer? Also, I don't know if you are willing to provide us with a way to leave."

Xia De asked cautiously, but since the transaction has reached the final step, there should be no problem.

There was another moment of silence, which made Xia De's departure getting closer and closer.

The voice of the God of Night only sounded when Xia De had only one and a half minutes left, but the sentence he said surprised Xia De:

"You can go, I need a court painter."

"what?"

Xia De didn't understand this sentence for the first time, but then he raised his head suddenly:
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Fiona, who was behind him, realized that the "court painter" was referring to herself, and suddenly pinched Xia De's shoulder.

And Xia De's eyes pierced by golden cracks already showed anger.He has encountered many things tonight. Although he ended up defeating the demon in Oxenfurt Manor, the process is far from easy and comfortable. Not to mention, he will have to face the Chosen One and another evil god in a while. :
"God, before I dedicated that story, you clearly said 'not enough'. Why, why are you playing us mortals?"

Saying this kind of thing is enough to call it "disrespect to God", but in the face of this situation, Xia De can't control too much.

"Shad."

The girl behind panicked and wanted to stop her, but Xia De forcefully interrupted her:
"From the first time I met you in Eternal Night City, I promised to take you out of here safely. I will never lie to you."

He looked at the god on high:

"The King of Eternal Night, the master of the night, we are willing to present you the stories of the ancient gods, and we have already presented you the stories of mortals. Excuse me, can we leave? Do you want to let us go back as agreed?"

The surrounding night is restless, but the golden afterglow on Xia De's body is getting brighter and brighter.He was waiting for the reply from the gods, but after the other party was silent again, he suddenly understood:

"Wait a minute! You have been silent since just now, isn't it to delay my time?"

The silent god did not speak, but Xia De heard laughter like whispers from all directions.

He was startled suddenly, and at the same time "she" reminded softly in his ear:
[You still have 40 seconds! 】

"I need a court painter, she is very good, so stay here."

There was no emotion in this sentence, and after the words fell, the dense night suddenly compressed the surrounding light with the voices coming from all directions.The night almost turned into a solid body, and the light of the moon and the sun, which had been maintained at a distance of half a meter around the two of them, suddenly almost reached the point where it could not illuminate Fiona behind Xia De.

Fortunately, the afterglow of divinity is still bright, and the God of Night cannot swallow Xia De in the afterglow state of divinity:

"She has to go!"

The hesitation and worry in his heart only lasted for a second, and Xia De already had the answer.He turned around and hugged Fiona, the red dragon girl saw something was wrong in Xia De's eyes, and she wanted to say something in panic, but Xia De said what she promised again:

"I said, I will take you out safely!"

【30 seconds! 】

He gritted his teeth:
"Help me burn my divinity!"

At present, there is only one drop of divinity, and it will really be gone when it is used up.But fortunately, there is still a drop of divinity in the Randall Valley area. Although the "reckless" behavior at this time will cause more waves in the final chapter of the epic of the Chosen One in the sixth era, Shade will never, Let Fiona stay here alone to be some kind of court painter.

(End of this chapter)