Blade and Poetry

It's been a while since the second year.I was still absent-minded in the magic class. Occasionally, when I had some whimsical ideas, I would jump up and write down my thoughts on the display board, pressing the dead line to hand in homework to Professor Ryan.As for other electives, such as pharmacology, music, etc., I learned extremely superficially, but Lan Duo was surprisingly proficient in these areas.

Karajan's seating chart effectively limited my attempts to skip classes—my name had only crossed the first row two or three times since the first month, and luckily the literature class didn't feel uninteresting.

At certain points during group discussions, Karajan would rest his elbows on the edge of the podium, leaning over to exchange ideas with me, who was head up.

He was not lenient with me; on the contrary, he was much more demanding of me than anyone else.I knew my sloppy homework must not fool him.If he finds out that this is the case, my score will be extremely low this time - there is a lesson from the past.

I asked "Little Flower and Bird" Francesco for information on Karajan, and the price was to teach him a method of using a small bottle of special perfume to turn roses-there is no suspense that he will use it to please his new girlfriend.His family is maverick and does not interfere with politics at all. It does not belong to the Senate or the Magic Association. On the contrary, it has a deep business foundation and a wide range of connections, so many people will make a deal with him if they have any small news they want.

The gold-edged paper that Francisco handed me was as charming as he himself, and it was also stained with a faint scent of perfume, like some kind of gorgeous flower.

The gold-edged paper contains very little.I calmly glanced at Karajan's age and constellation hobbies, and saw the bottom line:

"After graduating, he returned to Hoftas Academy in 851, and was hired as an honorary consultant of the martial arts academy because of his profound sword skills. He is one of the most expected to become 'Blade'."

I stared blankly at the word "blade".

I had been drilled into the meaning of the word, so I understood what it meant almost without thinking too deeply.This fierce code name is the hope of all warriors, and it symbolizes the advancement of martial arts to the top.If it is said that only a small part of ordinary people can become swordsmen, then the "blade edge" is the situation that bothers and yearns for this small number of swordsmen.

According to the detection of the recorder, there are only twelve "blades" existing on the entire continent.

The most recent "Blade Edge" appeared ten years ago. That year I stood in the yard of my house and watched the vision happen - the blade soul of the swordsman was a tree, which was affected by the overflow of magic power when he advanced to "Blade Edge". In a cold night, within a radius of ten kilometers with him as the center, the roots of dead trees were reborn, growing from the ground, and sprouting branches and leaves.

I have known the power that swordsmen can have very early, but it was only at that time that I really realized their strength.

Karajan is also a member who may become a member of the blade-considering his age, he is indeed quite terrifying. No wonder Hoftasken hired him as a consultant not long after he graduated.

But what is his sword soul?If he can jump over the hurdle of the blade, what kind of scene will it be then?

Xiao Huaniao guessed: "It must be something cold and ruthless, maybe it is an overwhelming printed article, which is convenient for him to spread homework in a large area-yes, this makes sense why he chooses to teach literature."

Odgo has recently been delving into a relatively difficult magic topic, and his whole person has the demeanor of a scientist on the page.He is not in the same literature class as I am, and often talks to me about his literature class.

"Our class was treated inhumanely - Professor Ka's level of sarcasm was improving by the day. We collectively decided to abscond privately to experience his blissful spring breeze with you for a 'day trip to the new senses'," said Ord.

"Our class is not much better, right?" I thought.

"No, George from our class once attended your class, and he described it as if he saw heaven."

"Maybe you misunderstood what George meant." I recalled sadly, "I feel that Karajan is particularly fond of tossing me, and often makes me die—he seems to be very keen to see my struggling reaction."

I gave Odd a few examples of this and that, and Odd let out a few hearty laughter, which aroused my angry protest.

"Very bleak." He commented after laughing.

"Yeah," I said, "but it kind of makes sense after all this time."

"I'm starting to wonder what syndrome you have. You're not in love with him, are you?"

While mocking, he even made a gesture of looking me up and down, as if he really believed it was true.

"How could it be?" I blinked deliberately, and put my hands on my chest, "I can only fall in love with myself."

Odd grimaced abruptly, pointed his fingers in the shape of a gun and poked his forehead, and said, "Help."

For the first time in this day's class, we started to discuss topics related to poetry. The poem we got was "East Bank", the posthumous work of the wandering poet Adrilan.He is also one of the representative writers of the Golden Age. He once trekked without fear in the 23 cities of Hoftas and the battlefields in between. He also set foot in the territory of other countries and died on the way home.It is a pity that at that time, a few months before the signing of the peace treaty, a stray arrow ended his life.

A group of us were talking about what the poem was supposed to be, and we were pretty much unanimous; it was still a poem condemning war and mourning.

Seeing that the limited time hadn't come yet, I poked Lando.This girl was already acquainted with me, and she was actually a rather innocent and lively person.

"Don't you think it's a bit subtle when you look at the sentence 'There are no bones of old people on the east bank of the Liucang River' and two paragraphs later 'I stepped on the bluegrass in the ruins'?"

Lando shook his head.I deliberately kept it a secret until she opened her eyes wide and urged me for no reason, then she said mysteriously: "This is also a love poem. Adrilan is... hurting lovesickness."

"Love poetry? But other passages—"

When other people heard this novelty, they also came over with great interest.

I cleared my throat, saw that Karajan was still far away, and whispered the crooked way of popular science: "Actually, there is a story about the Liucang River, and the exact location in China is no longer available. After all, the territory has changed in the past hundred years, and the map does not know." How many editions have been changed. There is no relevant record in the official history, but in the novels of the Golden Age or before, there are a few of its legends, so it is still credible. When a couple stands ankle-deep in the river and kisses each other at sunset, they will be blessed by the gods and bless them forever."

I waved my hand, "So the whole poem is obviously about being in a foreign land, so it must be suspicious to mention the Liucang River in China so abruptly!"

A group of people were not convinced, and immediately yelled and argued again, making a fuss with reason and non-reason.

"What if Liu Canghe is really not in the country?"

"What if the motherland comes to mind in a flash of inspiration when I pick up the pen?"

A messy-haired guy questioned, "It's too hard to tell just by two cryptic sentences in this poem. You just rely on this to conclude that Adrian is in lovesickness?"

"Actually, not all." I rubbed my chin and smiled. "The main reason is because I learned before that Adrilan had a girlfriend at the time, and she didn't travel with him."

The people at the table were stunned for a moment, then laughed, and made a gesture to stand up and surround me to hit me.

When I was laughing and making a fuss, suddenly there was a voice that sounded full of interest behind me: "Then what is the allusion to bluegrass?"

I struggled out of the chaos, sat up straight and straightened my collar, "I don't know what bluegrass is, it may just refer to weeds in general. But it was once one of the ways lovers made vows, The head and tail of the bluegrass are connected into a ring and worn on the ring finger of the lover. The principle should be similar to that of a ring, and the cost is lower—Karajan?"

I was turning my head and saw a streak of reddish gold hair.

Only then did I understand why the people sitting across from me just now had weird expressions—it must be that Karajan came to tease me again, and they gloated and held back their laughter.

Karajan put a hand on my shoulder, and the effect was immediate; my breathing rate slowed down almost at the same second.

With a half-smile, he tilted his head slightly, and his expression was not cold: "Wisson's Literary Encyclopedia is well-deserved of its reputation. Maybe someday I will let you submit a poem like this to satisfy us..."

His fingers tapped on my shoulder, "Come on."

I put my head on the table with a broken heart: "Why did he ask me to hand over a love poem to satisfy you?"

Xiao Huaniao was in the next group, heard about the tragedy just now and rushed over to express her sympathy: "Don't be too horny, he may just want you to show off your knowledge, and it's just a waste of your brain and hands."

I thought it over and decided that the latter conjecture sounded a little sadder.

The person who usually picks up Lan Duo from get out of class can't come today, so for the first time, Lan Duo didn't rush out of the classroom, but walked slowly behind with me.

"Vicente, do you mean that the east coast in the poem refers to the east coast of the whole continent?"

"I think so, maybe 'the east bank of the Liucang River' refers to the east bank of Golodnan. After all, the east bank has always been a special area in the Golden Age. The edge of Golodnan near the sea is rich in water and grass. Avoided almost all artillery fire..."

When I said this, I suddenly stopped, because there was a contradiction that made me stop.

"How?" I thought, "Adrilan was in a place behind the gunfire that was almost described as a mess - but judging from "East Bank" as a whole, the place in the poem is not A symbolic reference to..."

A question that was not marginal in class popped into my mind suddenly:

"What if Liu Canghe is really not in the country?"

I have an inexplicable feeling that I can't step on the ground.