Standing on the stage, without a hint of nervousness, Dillu Bach walked up to the musician playing the harp and asked very politely:

"Can I borrow a harp?"

Before the musician could speak, the musician next to him said:

"Lend it to him!"

The musician shut up and gave the harp to Diru Bach. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fingers gently ran over the forty-seven strings of the harp, and the smooth music rippled out.

Sitting next to the harp, Dru-Bach's hands began to shake the strings.

The music is like water, but it is not a trickle flowing in a stream, but like an underground river, gloomy and galloping, and there is no sunlight in sight.

The music is flowing, always flowing, never stopping.

Bland, gloomy, without a glimmer of light.

A piece of music that is so depressing that you can't breathe.

The little princess in the box looked at the man on the stage in a daze, and the corners of her eyes were full of tears.

The music stopped, and Dru-Bach stood up and, for the first time, raised his eyes to look directly at the audience under the stage.

"Some people scolded me for being greedy for life and afraid of death!"

"Some people say I'm trying to make a living!"

"Some people say I'm a coward!"

"I was silent for a long time, not because I didn't have anything to say, but because I didn't know how to say it!"

Dru-Bach's voice was clean, but at this time, his throat seemed to be filled with the fire of war in the north that had not yet dissipated, and the hoarseness of the smoke and fire.

"I'm not a nobleman, and I wasn't born into an aristocratic family!"

"I have no people, no followers. ”

"I'm a Northland Ranger, I'm a Freelancer!"

There was an uproar below, and the gaze that looked at Taishang Diru Bach became much softer.

Ranger and freelancer both refer to those who do not want to become nobles, are not supported by commoners, and yearn for freedom.

If you are not supported, you have no responsibility!

"But that's not why I left the North!"

This sentence suddenly became sonorous and high.

Diru-Bach stretched out his right hand and pointed to the south.

"When the war broke out, I wandered through the ruins of a city overrun by the undead, looking for a civilian who had survived, and led them through the wilderness in search of a way to survive. ”

"We are always looking forward to the Empire's counteroffensive army, and we are always looking forward to returning to our hometown!"

"But no, not one!"

"No reinforcements, no search and rescue teams, nothing!"

"We hide from the undead, we seek out the army of the Empire!"

"Wandering in the ruins of our north, we survive in the tide of the undead!"

"Three hundred and seventy-two civilians, this is the number of civilians I found, one hundred and seventy women, fifty-two elderly men, fifty children!"

"I take them with me, in the darkness for the dawn!"

"As a result, no, darkness, always darkness, no dawn!"

Dru-Bach's voice has been torn apart, and his face has become hideous.

"Three hundred and seventy-two civilians, do you know how they died?"

Diru Bach's eyes were bloodshot, and no one dared to look at him.

"Hungry, all starving!"

The sound reverberates across the stage, throughout the venue, and in all the boxes.

"Starving!"

"Starving!"

"Starving!"

......

The little princess was already in tears, and her slender voice was muttering:

"How so, how so!"

That's when Dru-Bach spoke again!

"I rushed out alive, I have died a few times, but I came back alive, I came back alive, I just wanted a chance, a chance to speak, and ask!"

His bloodshot eyes were as hideous as demons, and Dru-Bach's hand pointing to the south was withdrawn, inch by inch pointing at the audience.

"I want to ask, ask you, is the north the land of the Otto Empire, whether the northern civilians are under the protection of Emperor Otto, the creatures of the north, whether they are the human race!"

"Even if I'm a nobleman, even if I'm trying to steal my life, even if I'm greedy for life and afraid of death, even if I'm a coward!"

"What about you?"

"What about you?"

The roar echoed alone on the stage.

In the face of such a Diru-Bach, there was silence, no one said anything, and no one wanted to say anything.

In the entire pavilion, only Diru-Bach's breathing sound, which seemed to be a little heavy because of his excitement, echoed with his questioning voice.

The little princess looked up at her personal maid, but what she got was a pair of teary eyes.

"Is what he said true?"

The little princess has never been so weak-hearted, and she has never been so timid under the gaze of a person.

Titian nodded with difficulty, then looked at the man on the stage, she did not connect the appearance of Dru-Bach with what the fat man had given her, thinking that it was an emergency, and said:

"The slave doesn't know the specific things, but what he said about the situation in the north should be true!"

The little princess's golden eyes looked back at the emotional outburst on the stage, and she was a little embarrassed, and her red lips pursed.

There must be a lot of stories about this man!

Standing on the stage, Dillu-Bach sighed, bowed to the musician, and said:

"Please forgive me for disturbing your concert!"

The musician nodded silently, accepted Diru-Bach's apology, and then asked:

"What's the name of that piece you're playing?"

Dru-Bach was slightly stunned, and then said:

"Improvised, without a name. ”

"Then let's call it 372 Tragedy, attached to my symphony. ”

Diru-Bach waved his hand and walked off the stage without commenting.

The little princess got up, left through the passage of the box, and quickly came to the door, and looked at the sad young man, leading the lame old horse, and departed in a hurry.

Simple golden eyes, looking at the back of a young man full of vicissitudes.

The sunset mischievously sprinkled the light on the two of them, and the shadows were stretched at the same time.

I don't know what to do......

............

Zhou Mo led a group of knights shrouded in holy light all over his body and began his journey to find bats in the mountains around the eagle's lair.

A bird drop from the sky, even the holy light, could not stop the attack of this natural bomb.

There was another gray-white stain on the bright armor, and the knight looked at Zhou Mo with a confused expression.

"Ahem, ahem, it doesn't matter, it's just a ball of bird droppings, pure natural, pollution-free, this is the best fertilizer, go home and throw the flower pot!"

Zhou Mo looked up at the sky and comforted his subordinates improperly.

Suddenly, the water light around Zhou Mo's body appeared, and his whole complexion turned blue and white.

The knights watched their boss change color, and they all hurriedly looked up.

A flock of birds flew by in the sky, probably just after a big meal, and bird droppings were spilling like raindrops.

After a while, Zhou Mo looked at the cross knights who were still bright and armored just now, and now they were covered with bird droppings, their faces twitched unnaturally, and they said:

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, it doesn't matter, it's just a god of bird droppings, pure natural, pollution-free, this is the best fertilizer, go home and throw it in the wheat field!"

Before the words fell, the sky darkened suddenly, and Zhou Mo's face was bitter, and his heart said no!

Some stiffly raised their heads, and a giant bird with a breeze around it passed by the sky, and a ball of guano the size of a human figure fell from the sky!

Zhou Mo's body was twisted into a strand, and then his feet were infused, and his body moved dozens of meters in an instant, and then he saw the piece of guano, which instantly buried the subordinate who was attacked by guano first.

All the other knights looked at Zhou Mo, waiting for their boss to have anything to say.

Zhou Mo spread his hands and said with a sigh:

"Oops, that's embarrassing!" (To be continued.) )