unreliable adventure

By the time Wayne and I returned to camp that night, the moon was dark.Francis was still at the campfire.He pointed to the half fat pika roasting by the fire, and said, "It's edible, Glinda checked it."

Wayne's eyes lit up at the sight of meat.

Francis said to me: "I am on duty in the first half of the night, and Brother Hei is in charge of the second half of the night. How about it?"

I nod.Francis said: "Then you should rest quickly." I have about three hours left to rest and meditate, and I don't know how much mana I can recover in a hurry.

I just sat down and closed my eyes, and I heard Francis talking to Wayne in a drawn-out tone again, well, this time it's not eavesdropping, both of them have quite loud voices, and there's no intention of shy away from it.

Francis said in a slightly weird tone: "Excellent, Son of Light, huh?"

"The two Sons of Light are talking about Roland and—I think the Titan may be Xiao Hei."

"Well, who beat Roland's ghost with his front foot, and then raised his hand with a flash of his back foot, scaring the Pantheon into giving up?"

"That's right, so I'm so powerful!"

"Are all the new recruits of the knight order so powerful? I didn't know it at first, but now I understand that it was not completely unreasonable for a knight order to beat the entire continent to the ground."

"Hmph, the other recruits don't have the personal guidance of the heroes of the epic era, do they, Xiao Hei?"

I opened my eyes, confused as to why the bickering between the two beasts involved me.

Wayne shoved his wrist over and said, "If you don't believe me, you can check my spellcasting records. The hole Roland created is much stronger than mine. It was all because of Xiao Hei that he was able to get rid of him. Let's give Roland the holy light conferring ceremony." I was already exhausted when I was exhausted, but fortunately Xiao Hei taught me the technique of communicating with the Holy Light when I was exhausted, so I didn’t have any serious symptoms.”

I waved my hand and lazily read his spellcasting records.

Wayne smiled treacherously, and said to Francis: "Have you noticed that bluffing is Xiao Hei's favorite tactic when fighting. Humph, close to ink is black, I also learned it by accident. In fact, later I I've been bluffing all this time, but I didn't expect it to be really useful, you see, I've bluffed the Titans."

I was not in the mood to listen to their nonsense right now, so I closed my eyes and went on to meditate.

The next morning, Francis bluffed, "So, next step to find Theta?"

I nodded: "Find Queen Theda and explain the misunderstanding clearly. This trip to the Northland can be regarded as a satisfactory result."

"How do you plan to go, walk?"

I didn't answer. Since Francis said so, of course he has a better solution than walking.

Francis raised his arm, swinging his obsidian bracelet flamboyantly.With this, you can freely enter and exit the Midnight Garden: "I didn't dare to take it out yesterday, I'm afraid that Mrs. Midnight and the Titans will not deal with it."

The story in Geer said: The Midnight Garden and the Pantheon split the morning and evening, probably because of some disputes.

Francis turned to Wayne again, "Are you sure the Titan is gone?"

Wayne nodded.So Francis held up the bracelet, turned left three times, turned right four times, and then turned half a circle, a dark magic ripple fainted, and Lady Midnight Shi Shi suddenly appeared.

I saw Mrs. Midnight holding a high cloud bun, wearing an eighteen-layer dress in the style of an elf, thick powder was applied on her pale face, and her bright red lips were painted in the shape of a spring cherry blossom.She looked up and saw Francis, and she ran hurriedly and hurriedly.He said in his mouth, "Pinkerton! When will the Northland swallows make their nests? My dear husband, you said that the swallows will return when they make their nests. Did the Northland swallows forget to make their nests?"

Francis smirked and said, "This is the play of "Madame Butterfly"!"

"Exactly! Sure enough, it's hard to find a friend. Pinkerton! I miss you so much, I'm sick of love. Look, isn't my butterfly appearance beautiful?" Lady Midnight, dressed as Butterfly Princess, turned round Leaning on Francis' chest.

Francis put on a lover's posture and said: "Fortunately, this is singing "Madame Butterfly", not "Salome."

"Heh," Madam Midnight laughed softly, "I can't bear to cut off your lovely head."

Wayne nudged me and whispered, "Salome and Butterfly, are they talking about some kind of drama? What story?"

How can I make it clear in a few words: "The two plays are about meeting a heartless man. Butterfly Princess married the sailor Pinkerton, and Pinkerton never returned. Butterfly Princess raised her sword and killed herself. Princess Salome Falling in love with the Prophet John, but John refused her kiss, Salome danced seven layers of sarongs, and was determined to cut off the head of the betrayer and put it on a silver plate—"

"Salome is better," Wayne said.

"Huh?" I'm not sure I got the plot right.

Wayne looked at me with a sinister smile and raised his eyebrows, and said, "The story of Salome is more joyful. I don't like sorrow and sorrow. If you can't get it, it's better to kill it."

Glinda gave a dramatic ooh beside her.

Francis turned his head and gave the two actors a hard look, um, I should not be included.

Before long, Madam Midnight twirled her long sarong skirt, loosened her curly hair, and danced in front of Wayne: "Well said, I love Salome even more!"

Wayne bit his lip smugly.

Lady Midnight pretended to be Salome, cupped Wayne's cheeks and sang, "John, I want to kiss your mouth! Your lips are so red, redder than the feet of crushed grapes to make wine, redder than the feet of seagulls Redder, redder than the feet of lion-slaying warriors!"

Wayne thought for a moment and said, "It's a pity that John is a—religious fanatic, and then he humiliated Salome, didn't he?"

The temperature plummeted, and Mrs. Midnight's face was uncertain.Francis pushed Wayne away: "The young man doesn't know how to play, so don't be as knowledgeable as him." He laughed and said, "Princess Salome is so beautiful tonight, like the silver moon in the sky."

"The moonlight tonight is very ominous. She is a bloated woman wrapped in a pale shroud." A huge full moon rose behind Salome, and the carcass under the sarong was faintly visible in the pale moonlight.

Francis seemed to sense the danger, and took two steps back.

In the afterimage he left behind, a young Syrian officer sang: "How beautiful Princess Salome is tonight!" After singing, he raised his sword and killed himself.The young officer could not woo, and was teased by Salome again, who helped her open the dungeon where the Prophet John was imprisoned, and finally wanted to die in despair.In the reflection of a piece of red blood, the majestic palace and the deep dungeon took shape for a moment.From the golden palace of King Herod the sound of feasting, like celestial music, could be heard even in the depths of the dungeon.Well, we're trapped in a dungeon converted from a dry pool in front of the palace.

I asked Francis what else he could do.Francis thought for a while, and then raised a hand out of nowhere: "This is the fine wine sent by Caesar himself, the color is like amber." A glass of golden wine really appeared in his hand, and Francis sang King Herod's lines came up: "Come, Salome, have a drink with me, just sip a few drops into your red lips, and I will drink the rest."

"Your Majesty, I am not thirsty." Salome reappeared, like fireworks in the dark night, brilliant and unparalleled for a while.Francis took the form of King Herod, adorned with gold and precious stones, and sat on a throne decorated with ostrich and peacock feathers.

I think I probably understand the rules of this game.As long as you read the lines correctly, you can manipulate the corresponding changes on the stage.Mrs. Midnight is not a very difficult host to talk to. If you enjoy playing with Mrs. Midnight and successfully avoid the murderous intent in the play, then everything will be easy to handle.That being said, I can't help it at all, well I do read some - a lot of boring romance novels, but I can't be bored enough to memorize lines like a poet.At this time, I can only watch the wonderful performance of Francis alone.

Francis, who pretended to be King Herod, sang quietly: "Salome, dance for me, I beg you, you can ask me for anything, even half of my kingdom."

"Anything I ask? On what do you swear, Your Majesty?"

"With my life, with my crown, with my God, I will give you anything if you will dance for me."

"I will dance for you, Your Majesty."

"Really? Look, she said she would dance for me!"

Salome is wearing a seven-layer sarong made of perfume, dancing barefoot on the pool of blood, the skin under the sarong is the same color as the moonlight, she is spinning and jumping rapidly, the gauze is flying, the blood splashes, and the moonlight is dyed scarlet. .