this is my ark journey

Everyone also felt that something was wrong. Hedley was running towards the stage. He really couldn't afford to lose this person.

But W felt it didn't matter, showing a mischievous smile: "It's rare to be entertained by people from the Tower of Babel today, so we have to return the gift, but the cardinals are very poor, so how about asking Ryan to sing a song?"

At first, the mercenaries thought that W was going to sing, and they were all ready to transfer in, but when they heard her say it was Ren, they turned their attention to the audience.

Ren propped his hands on the stage, and one foot had already stepped up. This posture highlighted his eagerness.

"Okay, okay, Renn is definitely a combination of virtue and art in our group."

"That's right, the piano piece before was very good, Ma De, I can't wait to cut off my two useless hands!"

A group of people clamored. Ren turned his head and saw the cardinal's veteran screaming the most fiercely. It seemed that he had already been deeply impressed.

As for the people in the Tower of Babel, they were full of doubts, and Kelsey stood up gracefully, ready to listen.

I'm so...

Ren was a little dumbfounded. Whether he played the piano or sang, he expressed his feelings. When did he become a bard.

"I didn't expect you to think so far. That's right. Show the people in the Tower of Babel that our mercenaries not only know how to kill, but also have literary talents." Hedley, who rushed to the stage, patted Ren on the back, his face A respectful expression appeared on his face.

Ideology is a disease.

Ren ignored him, and bravely climbed onto the stage. Hundreds of people were looking forward to it, and if they were scared, where would they put their faces.

"Hee hee, come on."

"Don't try to run away next time!"

"Okay, next time you sing, I'll perform torture."

He and W walked past each other, and his blood pressure was on the verge of soaring again in just two sentences, and he secretly vowed in his heart that he must drag W into the water and not let her watch jokes by the side.

The smiling girl walked down, and Ren stood in front of the microphone and was at a loss for a moment. There was no emotional expression in this kind of being chased by ducks, so he couldn't help but glanced at the silent hall.

The mercenaries were looking forward to it, and the operators were puzzled. Teresia, who was leading the little girl, was smiling at her with interest in her eyes.

The spotlight hit him, Ren thought and thought, and finally held the microphone.

"Well, since everyone has gathered under the same banner for the future of Kazdel, and the darkness is about to dawn, I will sing a song for everyone—"

"Flower of Hope."

Chapter 94 Men Sing, Women—

【In the distance of that misty land, there must be a land of hope?】

Ren's voice was soft, like a groan, and many people froze for a moment, while the old members of the Cardinals widened their eyes.

The singing voice is completely different, unlike the agitation of the battle song by the river, nor the rush of the piano before, it is soft and melodious, as if it is telling a dusty past.

【We are going there, what should we pray for?】

[Those unfulfilled promises?Or the dim light of nobility?]

The singing continued, but unlike the enjoyment of the lower-level soldiers, the upper-level people were thinking about the meaning in the lyrics and listening to the information expressed by Ren.

Teresia squeezed Amiya's little hand slightly, her eyes seemed to be lost in memories.

She thought about the journey so far, how many confusions, doubts and disappointments she had faced, even the most trusted guards jumped out of Qingjun's side, as if she had been confused by Kelsey and the doctor.

There must be a price to be paid for challenging the tradition. At the most critical time, almost everyone betrayed her, and everyone thought she was under witchcraft.

What kind of saint is the great hero who suppresses the nations?Just be a sharp sword and protect everyone honestly!

【But even if there is nothing, we can only trust the road under our feet?】

Her body trembled, and her eyes regained focus. Before she could think about it, she heard the voice of singing suddenly raised.

[The flower of hope, the bond that connects the Sarkaz people?

He is in our blood, full of life force?

The flower of hope, connected to the expectations of the Sarkaz people?

Will this power fully bloom tomorrow?

There is no turning back, and we are heading towards the other shore we should reach?】

Teresia took a breath, Sarkaz, who was connected by blood, made her feel everyone's suffering, which made her know that being a sharp sword was not enough.

I once caused the army of the former emperor Ursus to fall into the sand, and I once caused the Witch King of Letania to flee in embarrassment, but what exactly did I protect?

Tens of thousands of Sarkaz people lost their homes in every battle, and every battle made the power of the royal court and nobles stronger.

Behind the glory are countless corpses. The more victorious Sarkaz is, the more warlike he is. As the song says, if there is only killing left on the other side——

Then I don't want these honors, status, and powers!

"Theresa, did you hear that?" Kelsey turned her head, as if she could understand the princess's determination.

Teresia glanced at her friend and heard the last verse.

【We hold high the banner of no confusion?】

【Fight for hope?】

Teresia was lost in the soft male voice, feeling that this song sang her struggles in the past few years.

The banner should not be lost, it should be at the forefront, bringing hope to the suffering Sarkaz.

She looked at the stage and replied without shaking her head: "Well, we can't stop. Even if we don't know what challenges we will face after the civil war, every step forward will bring us closer to the finish line. Sorry, I recently put Thinking too deeply about some things, I actually feel that the doctor—”

"You're just too tired, and I can see the doctor's weirdness." Kelsey interrupted, looking at the man repeating the lyrics under the spotlight, "But as I said at the beginning, you are not the only one who sacrificed for this road One person, remember that mercenary named Marco?"

Kelsey was referring to the 'traitor' who attempted to assassinate the Doctor a few years ago, but the Doctor forgave him and Teresia put him to death.

The traitor was not afraid, but exclaimed excitedly, 'You still have the side we longed for'!

"Of course I remember that Marco was the last Sarkaz I executed. It's sad to think about it. The most loyal warriors don't see that my sword can only lead to despair. History smeared with blood is burning, but the firewood is burning. It's their life." Teresia shook her head, and felt that Renn on the stage was getting more and more pleasing to the eye.

"There is an old saying in Dayan that a bosom friend is hard to find, maybe Mr. Ren is my bosom friend."

"It is also a skill to be able to sing battle songs with a soft voice." Kelsey rarely smiled, and heard Gao Chao again, muttering to himself:

"The flower of hope? Teresia, I can't see through this man, it's best not to get close to him."

"Very dangerous? His strength is not considered strong." The princess tilted her head slightly, just about to ask Ren to go to the room for a few drinks.

"No, it's a wonderful feeling. He seems to be out of tune with this world, and he seems to be the origin of the world."

"Kelsey, you're talking nonsense again."

When the two were muttering to each other, Ren on the stage opened his eyes and stopped the singing, only to feel that the auditorium was silent for a moment, followed by deafening cheers and applause.

He looked carefully, and the general operators and mercenaries only thought it sounded good, and the one who applauded the most was actually Theresia.

'It seems she understands. '

Ren bowed down and saluted. Since he was caught on stage and sang two songs indiscriminately, he couldn't deal with it. He had to find an opportunity to get closer.

So he modified the lyrics in Sarkaz and sang them to the other party. After all, this song is a bit unlucky, so it must be modified.

"Hey, it's a pretty good song, it's for His Royal Highness Teresia." W just stood in the audience and joked, as if I expected it.

"Anyway, it's all about singing. You need money to get closer. She is the leader of the Tower of Babel."

W's eyes widened when he heard this, he covered his mouth and said, "You're not so bold that you won't even let His Highness go!"

"Fart, don't insult my innocence out of thin air." Ren looked viciously, gritted his teeth and said, "Next time, don't try to run away. If you can't sing, you can play the piano."

"Like a band?"

"Almost, don't try to refuse, I will definitely teach you!"

"Oh, it sounds very interesting, why should I refuse?"

Seeing that she didn't seem to be joking, Ren secretly scolded the crazy woman and walked straight to the center of the auditorium, where Teresia was standing there smiling.

Ren kicked back and forced W who was following to retreat. The latter made a 'cut' sound, but did not continue to follow cheekily.

'Don't blame me, I'm just afraid that you will do orange-flavored things in public. Ashes strode forward, seeing Theresa stretching out her hand, he kissed her hand again in a very gentlemanly manner.

"Mr. Lane, what a perfect performance. Are you really from the wilderness?" Teresia's eyes became more and more curious. The previous things were not counted, and today was a re-acquaintance with this man.

Virtuous and artistic, well-educated, if the Tower of Babel hadn't found out the information, he would have thought he was the orphan of some ancient nobleman.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter where I come from, it's enough for you to let the flowers of hope bloom all over Kazdel." Ren avoided the topic, and the only person in the world who knew his origin was Skadi.

"At that time, will you stay and help me?" There was hope in the eyes of the princess. If Ren stayed, the worry in her heart would be less.

This man might be able to pull the doctor back from there.

Ren didn't answer immediately, he hesitated for a moment before saying: "Your Highness, Sarkaz is not the only one suffering in this land."

He clearly refused, and it was fate that made him come to this point. He knew it would be such a trouble at first, and he should go to Skadi when the Kazdel matter is over, and then think about the next step.

"What a pity." Teresia had expected it long ago, but her bright pink eyes showed no regrets at all, instead she turned her head to look at Filin next to her.

"Kelsey, maybe Mr. Wren and you are the same kind."

Inexplicably, she was involved in herself, but Kelsey was not in a hurry to smell bad.

Mysterious, powerful, with a world in mind, she seems to be somewhat similar to herself, but she doesn't admit it, just replied:

"The seeker wants to explore the essence of the world and end the suffering of the earth, he is not qualified."

First fire, I'll kick your ass if you tell riddles again!

Ren didn't know what was going on. The woman seemed to be hanging, but Teresia nodded as she should.

"Well, Mr. Ryan does have room for growth, but he will help you one day."

"Let's wait until that day." The woman was noncommittal.

Ren was in a hurry. If the two sides had the trust of Skadi, he would definitely leave his secrets in front of him and compare who was more hanging.

Know everything, say nothing, what's the point?

He can't trust this woman, just like a woman can't trust him, so what to do, it can only be said that the future is long.

"Mr. Ren, the Tower of Babel will provide you with help within its capacity." Teresia has a good impression of Ren, and directly ignores the warning eyes of someone next to her.

"That's great, let's treat it as a concert ticket." Ren, who hates whoring for nothing, hit the snake with a stick, and didn't give Kelsey a chance to speak, "I hope to get some information on the mainland through the Tower of Babel , Of course I won’t read the confidential ones.”

"No problem, you can come directly to Rhodes Island tomorrow, the doctor is here."

"Rhode Island?"

"It's the name of the land ship you rescued. I just got it." Teresia turned around and pointed out the window.

There is something brightly lit in the dark night, and the Tower of Babel has invested a lot of resources in refurbishing that land ship.

Ren glanced at the land ship that had fought bloody battles, and nodded slightly.

"It's a good name."

Chapter 95 Mental illness can be cured!

The morning sun was born, and the land was busy again. Farmers were planting sweet potatoes in the fields, and idle mercenaries wandered around, perhaps infected by the vitality. There were almost no troublemakers, and even some mercenaries born in the countryside were still idle. Help out.

The off-road vehicle bumped on the dirt road, and Ren stood on the vehicle, looking at the behemoth in front of him.

It has been three days since I arrived at the Tower of Babel, and I haven't seen it for a few days. This land ship is like a large construction site, full of scaffolding, countless people are busy around, and the sparks of electric welding are constantly flickering.

The blood was washed away, and the blasted steel plate couldn't be repaired, and it was painted with black paint, making it look like a prehistoric monster.

The off-road vehicle stopped next to Rhodes Island after inspection. ACE adjusted his sunglasses and turned off the car.

"A few, please come with me."

"Go, get out of the car." Ren pushed open the car door. Today he brought Garson, and the mercenary group had to be watched by the higher-ups. As for W, ghosts have not been seen for the past two days.

Garson was the oldest in the mercenary regiment and had the most knowledge. It is said that he joined the army in the time of the former king.

He glanced towards the back seat, only to see Ceobe lying listlessly on the seat, with his ears drooping.

Snapped.

Ren patted her thigh and cursed, "Will you go or not?"

"Woo, I'm exhausted."

"Tell you to eat indiscriminately." Ren got angry when he thought about it.