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The day was still peaceful, and there was not a single sign of clouds and thunder rolling: the maids were shuttling back and forth, and the king's courtiers were wandering up and down the corridors with nothing to do because they had not been summoned.

Dino could see them.

The people looked like walking bouquets.

Duke Firesparrow also has beautiful maids, lovers, and funny riddler(the Rigoletto is neither a dwarf nor a clown, but he sings gentle tunes and can make musical instruments on the fly), but most of the time they don't become part of the castle so naturally.

"May I warn you that your face is worse than anything that could actually happen. Mo Shi was beside him, leaning closer, teasing.

Dino glared at him.

But he quickly relented: "Okay, Mr. Moshi, you are right. I'm ......."

"I think it's good to hang out more. Since we were guests of the palace, walks should always be allowed. Mo Shi smiled at him and lowered his voice, "Besides, there is an old saying that 'knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent will win all battles'." ”

Earlier, it was indeed Moshi who found him in Dino's room and invited him out for a walk—for the first time.

Dino understood Moshi's approach.

I did spend too much time in the house. He stared wistfully at the window, afraid of the wrong time when the crows flew in. And the raven he kept by his side as an anchor was so bored that it looked a little haggard.

He knew it would be futile.

He also knows that everyone is in a "touch-and-go" state right now, rather than knowing what to do. This means that tension is useless.

At such times, it may indeed be true that the most important task is to disperse and remain calm.

They now walk aimlessly down the promenade on the first floor, with the garden on one side and a room on the other that they don't know who lives in. Mo Shi's face has improved a lot in the past two days, maybe it is the stable food and safe accommodation that have played a role, maybe his injury has improved, or maybe it is because he has been recognized.

In any case, Moshi has been in good form lately.

- This is probably the only thing that makes Dino feel comfortable in the current situation.

And Mo Shi, once his spirit is better, his character is really revealed, not cowering under a flat mask so as not to be scrutinized.

He was curious about everything, and revealed it unabashedly (sometimes bordering on rudeness), such as doubts about whether there were too many court servants, whether the institutional arrangements were reasonable, and why the cutlery was always only spoons and heavy slices of blunt knives;

He's picky and unhappy with many things, similar to the fact that he doesn't like most of the food at all, and he hates the taste of the fruit (porridge is one of Dino's favorite dishes), and he even finds the taste of the fur pillow intolerable - though, he's just a little mean, and most of the time he's willing to adjust himself to it.

And Dino doesn't hate these personal traits that Moshi has recently displayed.

That's not a bad thing.

Dino once heard the saying: A person with flaws is a friend, and enemies will not let you see his shortcomings.

Dino confidently believes he can be accommodating.

However, this does not include a long conversation with a rigoletto.

Here's what's happening:

They walked down the promenade, and a riddler in a bells and whistles costume sat in a corner and sang in a long voice, and Moshi was interested in the poems.

The riddler, of course, was a canine-headed commoner, with a short, child-like snout, and large, watery eyes. But despite this, the face still had a sly look, full of mockery, and the tone was always flattering.

"The song you were singing was written by you?' The big bird with red feathers, the wizard of the Silver Plains, the old lord's drug, wine and sweet talk.'" ”

"You, my lord, someone like you should never call me 'you' in reverse, it will make people think that you are even more stupid than me!, but yes, I write my own songs, and if I always sing other people's songs, I will be bitten off by the echo elves!"

Mo Shi was not angry, nor did he feel insulted by being instructed by the courtiers: "You seem to be well-informed, well-informed, and proficient in music. ”

"You may not believe it when you say it, but you may not believe it, my lord. I used to study at the Spinel Academy, but unfortunately I was born in a sheepfold, knowledge was useless, and calculating pi was not as satisfying as making up jokes. One day I was picked up to learn to cry, walked around the walls of the Spinel Academy, and drank the urine that was on my beard—and then I went crazy, my lord, and then I went crazy. ”

The servants who were sitting next to them were eavesdropping on them, and they burst into laughter.

Mo Shi ignored those.

He frowned slightly: "You said spinel academy?"

"Don't listen to his nonsense! his stories are all made up, and they are not the same once!" someone laughed.

“...... Oh, this gentleman, this lord," Rigoletto laughed suddenly, and gave Mo Shi a funny salute, his forehead reaching his knees, "I have never seen you before. Have you come to work for the king, or have you come to please the queen?"

Mo Shi hesitated for a moment and replied gently, "I think it's the former." ”

"Ah!" he cried out, and stretched out two hands, his left hand red and his right hand green, "Congratulations, my lord, congratulations—now you should put a silver coin in my left hand and a gold coin in my right hand." ”

Mo Shi looked at the two hands blankly.

Dino had to lean close to his ear and explain, "Traditionally, when a singer sings a song for your happy event, he will say it to ask for a reward. ”

"But ......"

"Of course, in general, it is not possible to actually give silver and gold coins. So—"

Dino took a copper coin from his coat pocket and tossed it.

The riddler snapped his red and green palms together and pressed the coins in his palms.

"Thank you, my lord, and bless you. He said with a grin, his voice suddenly lowered, "So, do you have any questions for me? ”

Dino raised an eyebrow and snorted contemptuously, "Just tell me what you can say." ”

"Tell me what I can say, sir, I like to 'say what I can say,' let me say—"

He stood up, spun around, and pressed the coin to his lips and kissed it.

"Somebody's going to have a nightmare tonight, sir!" he said softly, nodding, and then shrill again, "Somebody's going to have a nightmare!"

Dino was frightened. He took a sharp step back, and with a stern look on his face stopped the jester from coming any closer to them.

"Madman......" Dino pulled Mo Shi out of here. He couldn't take it anymore. These courtiers can sing for them, but it is boring and unnecessary to talk to them seriously.

He always didn't understand Mo Shi in this regard.

Moshi seemed to enjoy being close to civilians who were not Heyar, and genuinely wanted to talk to them.

It's simply unreasonable. Dino thought angrily.

-

However, that night, someone did have terrible nightmares.

That night the vicinity of the main building of the palace suddenly became very noisy, and the servants walked briskly with torches, casting frightened and trembling shadows. Even Dino, who slept on the side of the castle, was awakened.

It seems that something terrible is happening.

But the next morning, when it was light, everything was calm again, as if nothing had happened.

And this calmness is faintly different from the dull boredom of the previous days, it freezes, it is tense.

Dino had no connections, so he couldn't find out anything here. He didn't dare to ask the strangers in the court. He could only be forced to be trapped in the silence before this storm.

Until......