Catherine felt like she was floating. There is no seawater at all in the great chasm of the Sea of Faith, but why is it floating?

The mage looked up and saw her face in amazement. No, that's not just her face. She found herself in a black top hat, a black robe, and black boots, lying prone above her head with her eyes closed.

Catherine subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch herself, but she couldn't reach it even though she was so close. It's such a strange feeling.

"Odd, isn't it?"

The female mage took two warily steps back and looked to the side. She saw an old gray-haired man in a large flannel white pajamas, standing there with a tired face. The old man also raised his head, put his hands behind his back, and looked at Catherine above him who seemed to be asleep.

Probably feeling the female mage's gaze, the old gentleman turned his face to Catherine and smiled kindly: "Ah, my dear female disciple, I didn't expect to meet again so soon. ”

"You shouldn't be here. Catherine took two steps back again.

"Well, we shouldn't be here. The old man shook his head and sighed, "Okay, my dear female disciple, don't be so hostile to me. ”

He pointed to the top of his head, "My cute nightcap has been given to you, you should know that I can't do anything right now." ”

"Don't put on that face, you're not my teacher, Quisling. The mage stared at Quisling without blinking, "Your Majesty Bowsertto Ifer, you'd better change your appearance. ”

"Oh, I'm surprised. Are you disgusted that I'm pretending to be your teacher? I'm glad you have that emotion. Quisling opened his hands excitedly, as if to give Catherine a hug, "But my dear female disciple, I have taught you the mysteries of the soul. So, in any case, I'm also your soul guru, right? As your guru, do you want me to be a dragon, a brown bear, or a roast rabbit?"

"That's your freedom, why not show it as you are?" Catherine's indifferent face showed absolutely no sign of emotion.

"Ah, what I am!" Quisling took a deep breath, "How do you know that I am not who I am now? Do you think I am Quisling? ”

"It was Quisling who happened to be me. The old man's voice suddenly became deep and grand, "and it is not me, the king of the great devils, past, present, and future, the supreme lord of hell and the supreme ruler, Bethethoiffel, who is pretending to be a little man. ”

"Oh my God, Mr. Devil from Hell, am I misheard?" came the voice of a young man out of nowhere, his voice was so beautiful that it was like a warm spring breeze blowing through the branches of the budding poplar trees by the lake, and the two larks that had rested on them chirped into the sky.

Catherine and Quislin looked at the source of the sound at the same time, and out of the darkness came a handsome and emaciated young man. He was slightly taller than a female mage, his skin was fine and slightly pale, his eyes were as bright as the stars twinkling in the night sky, his nose was straight, his lips were red and thin, and the corners of his mouth were slightly turned to the sides, and he always maintained a natural and proper smile.

The young man wore an uncommon sky-blue square hat, his brown hair hanging down to his ears, he wore a strange green half-sleeved gown with two rows of beautiful diamond-shaped silver buttons, but the two of the neckline were not buttoned to reveal the dark red silk scarf tied around his neck, and his lower body was a pair of conspicuous white tight travel trousers with tight cuffs. So even though he is not very tall, he still looks very slender. Speaking of this design is quite classical, I heard that hundreds of years ago, leggings were very popular in the clothing of the aristocracy, but now it is definitely not a popular style in the Eastern Continent.

But the most attractive thing about this young man is his feet. Originally, the feet hidden in the darkness were not eye-catching, but both Catherine, who is a magician, and His Majesty, the Demon King from hell, are extremely sensitive to the demonic flames that burn by dark energy. In fact, the young man's feet were two blazing black flames.

"By your name, young stranger, I am curious about you. Quisling first glanced at Catherine, who was expressionless, and then narrowed his eyes to look at the young man in front of him carefully, "I'm sure my dear female disciple is also very curious about you. It's best to tell us what you're here for, and I don't want bad guys to stand in front of us. ”

"Please forgive me for my recklessness, respected Mr. Devil, and your beautiful and touching female disciple. The young man raised his hands, took a step back and bent down, and made a very solemn, elegant, and ancient salutation, "I am a wind whisperer from the Misty Grassland, and 'Dixi' is my name. I walk the world only to sing moving stories, to tell ancient history, to praise great deeds, to praise noble spirits. ”

"Misty Meadows?" Catherine said after a moment's thought, "that's the name of the Western Continent, and I've heard that a group of steppe elves live there. ”

"Ah, I'm so honored that you know my homeland well. Di Xi took two steps closer to the mage and bowed again, "Beautiful lady, your voice makes me feel warm. Can I venture to find out your name?"

"Catherine, Catherine from Daxter. ”

"Catherine, Catherine, Catherine......" Dieck muttered the name of the mage a few times with her eyes half-closed, and then opened her hands upwards to Catherine, "What a beautiful name, as beautiful as your face." ”

"It inspires me. He lowered his left hand, brought his right hand to his chest, and clenched a fist, "Allow me to write you a little poem and sing it to you in song." ”

The young poet straightened his back and gazed at Catherine with a look of admiration, and for a moment he sang leisurely: "Goddess of legend, where do you come from? The moon in the sky, but your hometown? Thy dark eyes are like the night sky." The slender ten fingers tugged at my heartstrings. Legendary goddess, where are you going? The moon on the horizon is your hometown. Your dark eyes are like deep pools. The slender ten fingers opened my heart. ”

Diexi's singing is very melodious, and the rhythm is soothing and soft, like a couple of lovers talking to each other. When he finished the song, he looked at Catherine infatuatedly, and unconsciously walked up to the female mage and knelt down on one knee. The young poet affectionately took the right hand of the mage and kissed her gently on the back of her hand.

"My goddess, I find myself unable to suppress my admiration for you. Please let me be your servant and let me be by your side and serve you. With that, he kissed the back of Catherine's hand tenderly, and then carefully lowered the mage's right hand, "If you say 'no,' I think I'll die here at once, turned into a wisp of lovesickness, and tormented forever in the agony of grief." ”

Di Xi held his heart and waited for the "verdict" of the female mage. His eyes were sincere and his expression was full of obsession.

Catherine frowned, a little dazed. She looked helplessly at His Majesty the Demon King, seeking an answer.

"Ah, my dear female disciple, don't you see that this young man is a troubadour. "They are sensitive, fragile, emotional, and martyrs of love." They spend their lives searching for the goddess in their hearts. Ten troubadours, nine will die in melancholy lovesickness. The rest of the one will ignite his life in love and bloom the hottest spark and burn it clean. ”

"This is a rare species, and the Eastern Continent may have long been extinct. "I'm so happy for you, my female disciple." When a lady of reason meets an emotional animal, life will be full of surprises and surprises. ”

"Do you mean I promise him?" said Catherine, skimming the young poet with her eyes.

"Why not?" said Quisling, shrugging, "We need a guide in this strange place, don't we? Who told you to chop up the palm monster that led the way?"

"I made that decision when I heard your whispers. The mage calmly recounted, "'Don't let him lead you by the nose and kill this pesky reptile, I know the way to find the other side. That's what you said. ”

"Is that your own idea?, my female disciple, are you lying to me?" said Gisling with an innocent expression.

"Don't deny it, Your Majesty the Demon King. The other I may not be able to discern your will, but I know very well what you have done. Please show a little bit of the dignity of a king. Catherine looked straight.

"Ha, I really underestimated you. His Majesty the Demon King simply admitted, "But why do you want to listen to me? Actually, I don't know what to do now." ”

"Lies. The mage immediately pointed out, "In this realm of souls, there is no reason for you, who know the ultimate meaning of souls, to put yourself in a senseless desperate situation. ”

"Oh, well, well, that's a sane judgment. "But there is one thing I must correct, this is not a kingdom of souls, but a kingdom of gods. I don't know what god it is, but I hate the kingdom of God, they are always robbing free souls. ”

"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now. The old gentleman waved his hand in disgust, "Then my dear female disciple, you'd better listen to me and take your little lover." I don't think he's in a hurry. ”

"He's not my little lover. Catherine then turned her head and looked at the young poet kneeling before her, "I grant your request to be my servant, Divi the Wind Whisperer." I want to know where the other side of the sea of faith is, where is my destination, tell me everything you know. ”