: The Story of the Traveler Part 2: The Wind-like Man (middle)
"Расцветалияблониигруши."
"Las Vidalia Burra, who are you in your own way."
"It's not like that, pay attention to the vibrato, your tongue is up, up."
"What kind of place is this, it's really hard to learn!"
"Of course it's difficult if you want to learn the original Katyusha. I can translate it into Common Language, but it's not so good to sing."
Isabella sighed and continued to work on the mouthful of notes.
Although she sighed, she had a smile on her face, her beautiful big eyes narrowed at the moment, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised when she was not speaking, so that everyone who saw her knew that she was in a good mood.
The village chief's son, Dak, the strongest boy in the village, watched her sit on the hillside, next to the bard, and clenched his fists while learning the strange song.
he is very angry! Angry enough to want to punch someone!
That little white face! That sissy little white face who can only sing!
He looked at Isabella's smiling face, what a beautiful smile! Such smiling faces have only been seen at festivals.
He looked at Isabella's clothes. It was her favorite beautiful dress. She was reluctant to wear it at ordinary times. When she wore it on festivals, anyone would be upset if she touched it. But now, she just sits on the ground like this and doesn't care about clothes at all.
He looked at Isabella's hand, Isabella's hand! She actually held the hand of that little white face! He also put his hand on Xiaobai's throat... God! What does that little white face want to do? ! Did he want to touch Isabella's neck with that dirty hand?
Unforgivable!
Duck looked left and right, found the thickest stick, and walked over aggressively with the stick.
"Little White Face! Put down your dirty hands!" he yelled from a distance, "or I'll interrupt it!"
Nai Biling froze for a moment, turned to look at him, and then looked at his hand.
"It's not dirty," he said to himself, "I just washed it an hour ago."
"But..." He looked around and seemed to realize that sitting on the ground was indeed a bit dirty, smiled, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
The light of magic rose from his hand and enveloped a large area around him. When the light dissipated, not only did he become clean, but Isabella became clean, and even the wool of the sheep covered by the light became as white as snow. dust.
"Okay, it's completely clean now." He smiled and said to Duck, "Thanks for the reminder."
After he finished speaking, he put the hand that just cast the magic on Isabella's throat, and the other hand grabbed Isabella's hand and put it on his throat: "Come, pay attention to the throat when I sing. Trembling, you have to follow along."
When Isabella was holding his hand, her body softened, and she felt his warm hands on her neck, and her heart softened. What Duck said and did was all thrown away by her. Out of Cloud Nine. Even Duck himself, who was standing not far from here, has been completely ignored by her.
Dak stood there and wanted to move forward, but his weak legs couldn't take a step. He wanted to step back, but he was unwilling. Out of anger, or out of fear.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally made up his mind, mustered up all his courage, and took a step forward.
Nabiling noticed this scene out of the corner of his eyes and smiled in surprise.
"A fool, but surprisingly courageous!" he thought.
Then, this little white-faced bard, who was thought by many to be powerless, raised his hand, as if intentionally or unintentionally, and gently brushed the weeds around him.
With a wave of his hand, at least five or six weeds were broken from the middle, and half of them were still swaying gently in the mountain wind, but the upper half was blown up by the mountain wind, fluttering, and flying farther and farther.
Dak's face turned pale as paper, and the courage he finally mustered seemed to be blown away by the mountain wind.
He turned away dejectedly, and walked away dejected, like a defeated rooster.
Isabella didn't notice Duck's departure at all. She had been learning that strange dialect with lots of trills from Nabil, but she couldn't learn it.
"Forget it, you'd better learn it simple." In the end, Nabiling gave up, "That song "Olive Tree" is not bad."
Isabella sighed, annoyed at her stupidity, but couldn't help but laugh.
She still remembered the lyrics of that song.
Don't ask where I'm from.
My hometown is far away.
...
To be able to write such a song, Nabil must have wandered a lot, experienced a lot of things, and gained a lot of insights.
In his heart, he may have always missed his hometown, but because he has his own pursuit, he cannot go back.
What is he after? What is the good girl from the place he calls the "olive tree"?
Suddenly, her body trembled slightly—could it be that... the so-called "olive tree" was referring to herself?
She knew that this idea was unreliable, but she couldn't help but think so. This thought was like a fire, burning her so hot from the inside out that even her neck was red.
Nabiling looked at Isabella's wild thoughts, worried for a while, laughed for a while, blushed again, and couldn't help but smile.
This girl is so funny! The beauty of the person is second, the key is that the character is very playful. It's not worth it that he spent so many days in this small village.
At this moment, he suddenly turned around, frowned, and looked at the village at the foot of the mountain in surprise.
Inside the village, there are swords that reflect the sun! Immediately after that, there were screams.
He stood up with a dignified look in his eyes.
Nabiling has enough confidence in his own strength, but no matter how powerful he is, he can't protect everyone in the chaos.
The village gave him a good feeling, whether it was Isabella or the other people in the village, even the silly "rival" Dak, was a very interesting young man - at least courageous.
If he could, he wanted to keep the village as long as possible.
That's not easy.
"Follow me," he said solemnly to Isabella. "Forget the sheep and be careful not to leave my surroundings."
With that, he took Isabella down the mountain.
He put away the lute, a thin sword made by a kobold master and processed by an enchanting master of the Wangdu people has been hidden in the wide sleeve, and can be stabbed at any time.
They quickly walked down the mountain and came to the village.
Inside the village, a bandit just came. The thieves killed the guards who wanted to stop them, and then ordered the villagers to hand over the food, money, and the most beautiful girl in the village before noon the day after tomorrow, and send them to the stockade on the mountain.
The village chief said this tremblingly, his body was still trembling--when the bandit frightened him just now, a knife swiped in front of him and almost slashed him.
Hearing the bandit's request, the villagers turned their attention to Isabella.
Food and money are easy to deal with, but the "prettiest girl in the village" makes them a little embarrassed.
Isabella read the guilt in their eyes, and her face went white.
At this time, she heard the voice from behind.
The voice was light, but full of strength, making her, who was about to collapse on the ground, straighten her back again.
"Don't worry, it's me."