In the open mountains, full of weeds, Vidnina, dressed in a simple gray and white robe, sat quietly on the grass, enjoying the wind that had not yet warmed up in early spring.

The air here is clean, there is no unpleasant smell, the sun is mild, not dazzling at all, Vidnina looks up at the sun.

She's been feeling a little different lately, and it's noticeable.

Just like now, she could clearly perceive all the wind and grass around her, as if she had seen it with her own eyes, and even the bite of a mouse pulling the small mouth of an earthworm under the mud not far away was so clearly visible.

She didn't know who to tell about this change, and no one could say it.

Suddenly, there was a ripple in the space around her, and Vidnika looked over.

In the next moment, a dark shadow appeared out of thin air, the vampire Cathery, carrying a basket in his hand.

Vidnina looked at him faintly.

Katheri smiled and walked over to her, pulling out some food from the basket, including hot roast goose, wheat balls, a plate of fruit, and wine and juice.

"Will you be hungry?" asked her.

Vidnina didn't speak, just nodded, reached out and grabbed a ball of wheat, and her gaze wandered into the distance again.

Cathery sat down, poured herself a glass of wine, and drank slowly from her glass.

"Why did you stop?" said Vidrina as she turned her head and asked Caterly suddenly, her hair swaying in the wind as she turned her head, her bright eyes sunken, and her pointed nose was delicate and fair.

"Some human inferiority!" replied Caterry, smiling, clutching his glass.

"What do you mean?" Vidnika was a little confused.

Cathery smiled, "You'll know. ”

Not getting the answer she wanted to hear, Vidnina frowned slightly, tore a small piece from the wheat ball, put it in her mouth, and ate it.

"What are they doing? I haven't seen them in days. Vidnina asked after eating a small piece of wheat ball.

"Who are you referring to, Elsa and Sandru?" asked Cathery with a smile.

Vidnina nodded.

"It's all in the castle. Cathery replied, smiling and drinking.

"I see a lot of huge griffons flying by in the north, is it the army over there?. Vidnina picked up the jug of juice and took a sip from the spout.

"Just some griffons, are you worried?" Catheret looked at her pointedly.

Vidnina shook her head slightly.

"That's it, there's nothing to worry about, you're not the defenseless shepherdesss you used to be. ”

"Isn't it?" added Caterry, looking straight at her.

After only a few seconds, Vidnina flickered a little and said, "I feel like I've been feeling a little weird lately." Sometimes ......"

Cathery interrupted her with a wave of her hand, "Just know that this isn't a bad thing, learn to control your power, Vidnina." ”

After a moment's silence, Vidnina asked, "What should I do?"

"I don't know, but you can try more, and it won't happen anytime soon. Cathery said with a smile.

"You're going to give me some advice, aren't you?" said Vidrina, smiling reluctantly.

"Advice? I can't give much, but you can try the magic that Aisha taught you, it shouldn't be difficult for you. Cathery said.

After nodding, Vidnina couldn't help but look at Caterry, and stopped talking.

"What else do you want to know? Cathery smiled.

"Where's the cloak I had before?" Vidniena looked at Cathery.

Her words made Catheret stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, and quipped, "My little shepherdess, that's not your cloak." Haha"

Laughing a little embarrassed, Vidniana said, "Just tell me where that cloak is." ”

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you, look at your face now. Cathery put away her laughter.

"The Ghost King's cloak is in the basement of the castle, and the undead in care of it are all the henchmen of Elsa, Sandru, and Rodhart, and you are so smart that you must know what it means to restrain each other, right?" Cathery said to Vidrina with a smile.

After hearing Caterry's explanation, Videnina nodded, fell silent, and quietly ate the wheat ball in small bites.

"Do you know the bard?" Vidrina asked Cathery, looking up suddenly.

"Bard? Ha, I'm a bard. Cathery said with a smile.

"And do you know how to write poetry?" asked Vidnika.

"Of course, how can a bard not write poetry?" said Catherry, smiling casually.

"Really? Then you can read me a poem. Vidnina said in a daze, looking into the distance.

Catherry put down his glass, scratched his lip with his thumb, and asked, "What type of poetry would you like to hear?" Bard poetry is of many genres, such as singing about love, praising freedom, praising triumphant returns, and so on. ”

Listening to Caterry's words, Vidnina pondered for a moment, then turned to look at him, and said, "Is there any praise for death?"

"Praise death?" said Cathery.

"Well, praise to death. Vidnina nodded.

"Let me think about it. Caterry's brow furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but recall.

Vidrenina looked at him quietly, she had never known about the vampire Cathery, but the vampire Catherine knew her well, and even what she was thinking, Cathery could always guess, just like after the wind blew here alone for a long time, her stomach was vaguely hungry, and Cathery appeared with food and drink.

"Sorry, dear, I can't think of any bard poems that praise death, you know, they are not the undead. Cathery said to Vidrina with a helpless expression.

"Can you write me a hymn in praise of death, then?" said Vidnika, looking at him.

"That's a good idea! Vidnina!" Caterry's eyes lit up.

Then Cathery sat down quietly, slowly closed her eyes, and thought for a long time.

"A sheep was cut by a butcher,

The oak basin was covered with jet-black blood.

The bone crusher chopped the bones hard,

White foam emerges from the bone marrow.

A hot iron pot is full of boiling water,

Put the onion and coarse salt in it.

The fire is very strong,

The mouth is biting on the flesh.

The last swordsman was shot through the heart,

He gulped blood.

fell on the dirt,

The tongue was cut off with a knife.

The king was beheaded,

The castle was given a new flag.

The cook tied up a sheep,

Slit its throat. ”