To the eternal you

The wind blows at night and the land is quiet, the rustling wind of the past is almost inaudible, and the sound of insects chirping on the ancient towering trees has disappeared without a trace.

A bard with a green hat stood under the tree facing the wind, and took out the harp he used in street performances. The body of the harp showed signs of wear and tear, but each string was in perfect condition, waiting for the poet's fingertips to lighten the harp. Draw the outline, and you can hear the jingle of the clear spring.

But the harp that still accompanies the poet is not going to play the magnificent heroic epics of the past, or the elegant and beautiful historical poems tonight.

The boy's soft and neutral voice softly sang the forget-me-not song.

The sound of the zither spread in the wilderness, and the huge flying dragon walked through the clouds and mist, the frequency of flapping its wings was reduced to the minimum, and the sharp and long eyes of the dragon carried a certain color of nostalgia.

It was a few years after he killed Durin and drank the blood of the evil dragon. He had long forgotten the specific number of years. The long sleep and wear and tear of memory were always accompanied by these long-lived species that were far beyond the world.

But only this song, He will never forget.

It was the singing voice of a young girl. Unlike this god who was not doing business all day long, although his singing voice was equally beautiful, with the charm of wind and the vicissitudes of history, it was not a communicator of hope.

He is a narrator and a witness. He awakens the forgotten part of the story through poetry, and makes the dusty precious things be remembered again.

And that girl's singing is full of hope and redemption.

The person who narrates the prayer also brings the prayer to others, but perhaps it is too far away from the rice wife, and the dirty blood in his body sleeping in the ruins has only been partially purified, and more power has been used to maintain his body. consciousness,

This was also one of the wise decisions he had made since the dragon was born, allowing him to still have a sliver of reason when he was subsequently eroded by the abyss apostle.

In the end, with the help of the traveler in a foreign land, the power of joint prayers successfully purified the dirty blood clots, but the credit of the two girls was a lot.

After listening to this song in the air, he slowly fell to the ground. The dust was lifted up as the huge dragon body descended, but was subsided again by the breeze lingering around the body.

"Barbatos."

"Twarin, here you come."

The poet in the green hat showed a gentle smile.

"You're calling for me."

"Yes... Sorry, I need you to help me now that you have just recovered."

Barbatos, or rather, Wendy, his incarnation in the world, was looking at the dragon with a little apology.

"If it's about that girl, I won't refuse."

Twarin lowered his body, put his paws on the ground, and his head lay on it, his bright dragon eyes carried a little nostalgia.

"Yes, we were unable to help her in the past, but now it's different."

He pretended to be listening, and the girl's painful cry came in the wind, which made him stomp his feet a little angrily.

"But Barbatos, you have been out of priesthood for too long."

Twalin's eyes became scornful, which made Wendy smile awkwardly.

"Also, the God of Thunder is very strong."

"Yes, she is very strong, even if you tie me together, I'm afraid it's not enough for her to strike with a knife."

Wendy analyzed triumphantly.

"But since ancient times, heroes have always had good partners in other positions, haven't they!"

"for example?"

"I think that traveler's team may lack a poet who can control the wind. At least when it succeeds, maybe we can run faster!"

He made a running appearance, which was a little funny, and it even aroused Tewarin's low and thunderous laughter.

"No, I think maybe you're better suited as a comedian."

"Don't say that! It's really not possible, uh... In the worst case, we will sneak to all her idols and eat her tribute like crazy!"

"Don't pull me if you want to die."

"Hey! I think when I stole her sister's wine, she just beat me up and threw me into the sea to feed Quintiro. This time, at most, I was beaten up again."

Wendy stroked her fair chin, and showed a smile of unknown meaning. She didn't know whether she was remembering the sweetness of the wine or the glory of the Seven Gods in the past.

"Hmph, if that's the case, I might as well look for that traveler."

Twalin didn't want to really do some "pranks" to attract attention according to what he said. He was very clear about the strength of that Thunder God. He could kill the seventh ruler of the world who was not weaker than him, and might even be stronger. Seriously, dealing with him, who is still recovering in strength, probably only takes one blow.

He also glanced at the green-hatted poet with a sad look. Even the incomprehensible guy in front of him had done things like flattening the ice sheet and throwing the mountain into an uninhabited sea in the past.

In other words, it is closely related to him that Mond can have the developed wine industry and animal husbandry.

"That's right. We represent Mond anyway. In order not to cause trouble for the acting head lady who works so hard every day, it would be better to borrow the name of the traveler!"

Wendy's mind was spinning, and then she glanced at Twalin again, and asked abruptly.

"By the way, Twarin, can you change that?"

"?"

"It's just like turning into a human being. With such a big body, it looks like you're looking for trouble no matter how you fly in, doesn't it?"

"..."

Twalin was lost in thought, but he didn't notice the sly look in the green hat poet's eyes.

"It is possible, but how can you guarantee that the other party will not recognize our true body?"

"Hey! I've thought about this too, doesn't she want to marry my sister, so as an old senior, I bring my family members to send gifts, isn't it reasonable!"

"It's true, there seems to be such a rule in the world, but if we don't have the power to find fault, there is very little we can do, isn't it?"

"Don't even mention it, Mr. Liyue next door seems to be interested in going too!"

Wendy has already started gearing up. His past is just a ray in a thousand winds, and the spirit of the wind is unrestrained. He likes to play mischievously and has a good relationship with that old man.

It's just that what made him even more worried was whether the old man had forgiven him, but this worry only lasted less than ten seconds. He put away the harp, pouted his buttocks and dug a hole under the big tree in the wind.

Twalin looked at him digging mud in confusion, and asked, "Barbatos, do you want to send mud to others?"

"Then I have ten lives, I'm afraid they won't be enough!" Wendy couldn't help complaining, "I'm preparing to bribe! No, no, it should be said to be a preparation for visiting friends. I have treasured it for a long time and I am reluctant to drink it." dandelion wine!"

"Bullshit."

"Okay, okay, in fact, it fell into a deep sleep before it had time to drink when it was buried."

How could his alcoholic personality really be able to hide fine wine, just for a little flirtatiousness, but in the world, a little more flirtatiousness can make a difference.

"Uh-huh-huh~ The preparations are now complete! It's time to find the old man!"

"Speak as if your age is not about the same age as others."

A cold female voice sounded, Wendy blinked and smiled.

"This beautiful lady, who are you?"

"..."

(Teacher Tom is invited to dub——)