Dolan swore that he knew about the theft of the Eternal Flame, but no one really believed him.

"How long do wood spirits live?" Lukka asked, a seemingly unrelated question.

"It's about the same as an elf. Nora replied.

"And how big is this guy?" Lukka asked again.

Nora frowned and observed for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I can't see that the plants are different from us." ”

"I'm young. Dolan hastened to reply, but his voice was ignored by everyone again.

"I've heard that trees are cut to see the age of the rings, why don't we sawed this guy apart?" Phil was eager to try.

"Hey, everybody!" Dolan stood up and waved at everyone, "Look this way!" ”

Lukka finally turned around: "Okay, then you say it yourself, how old are you?"

"I just turned seventy-three. Dolan said. If this age is true, it is indeed very young for the wood spirit.

"I knew you weren't telling the truth. Luca said.

Dolan scratched his head, "What's wrong with me?"

"It's been about a hundred years since the Eternal Flame was stolen, right?" Lukka said, looking at Nora.

The fire elf nodded: "Yes, ninety-eight years to be exact." ”

"That's right," Lukka said, clapping his hands and staring at Dolan, "more than twenty years after the theft of the Eternal Flame, you were born, uh, or sprouted?"

"Germination. Dolan nodded affirmatively.

"Well, that's what it means anyway, you get the idea. Lukka said, "It's been more than twenty years, where do you know the details of the theft of the Eternal Flame?"

Hearing Luca's question, Dolan breathed a sigh of relief, sat down in his chair and stretched, and said, "I said I knew, but I didn't say I saw it with my own eyes." ”

"You've heard of it, so the authenticity is going to be greatly discounted. Luca said.

Dolan shook his head: "It's not that I've heard that we bards are known to be talented though......"

"Blow a few words and get down to business. Lukka interrupted him.

Dolan had no choice but to answer honestly: "Well, the playing of bards needs to be learned, and I myself had the privilege of studying for ten years with the famous poet Master Kayala, and this Careala Master ......"

"I remember the name!" it was Nora who interrupted him this time, "Maestro Kayala has been resident musician at the Tower of Calm for more than twenty years, and he happened to be there when the Eternal Flame was stolen. ”

"Yes, yes," Dolan continued, "not only happened to be there, but he was the only direct witness when the Eternal Flame was lost. After he left the Tower of Calm, he no longer performed externally, but compiled that experience into a song that he taught to his only student in his later years, that is, himself. If you want to ......"

Lukka interrupted him again: "In that case, isn't it more direct for us to go directly to this card master?"

"Master Kayala has passed away. Nora said.

"Well, we'll just have to hear what this guy has to say. Luca said.

Dolan waved his hand: "It's not that since it's a song, of course it has to be sung." But my strings haven't grown yet, so I'll have to sing a cappella for you. ”

Hearing this, Lukka immediately held the staff in his hand, Ollie also drew his greatsword, Nora ignited a ball of fire in his hand, and even Phil took out a small medicine bottle.

"How dare you make a noise!" shouted Shut Up.

"It's not going to be easy. Dolan said embarrassedly, "You want to listen to the content of the song, but you don't want me to speak, I'm also very embarrassed." ”

Lukka stared into his eyes and asked, "Are you literate?"

"You ask, can a bard be illiterate?" Dolan felt that his professionalism had been severely underestimated.

"That's good, don't sing, write it down. Lukka said, pulling out a pen and paper from the cabinet next to him.

"But our bard's songs are passed down by word of mouth, and I'll write them down, what if you take them to someone else?" asked Dolan.

"Isn't it okay if you just write the lyrics, not the tunes?" and that after I read it, I burned it immediately and didn't spread it to the outside world, so I could rest assured?" Lukka said.

Dolan hesitated for a long time, and finally made up his mind: "Okay. ”

He picked up his pen and wrote a short lyric on parchment:

One night, like thousands of nights in the past

The seagulls and the fish have fallen asleep

The boiling sea was sprinkled with shattered starlight

There is only one body of water that is smooth as a mirror, and it is there

Time seems to have stopped flowing

In the moonlight is a frost that will not dissipate

There are no bubbles surging in the seawater, there

Rocks sleep next to the flames

The white tower watches into the distance

One morning, not thousands of mornings in the past

The tower is shrouded in a veil of mist

The rocks are still quiet, but the flames are condensed into brilliant fireworks

The creatures in the tower were unaware of it from this day

The flames are no longer quiet haze

Hopping, wandering, it chuckled and left the house

The creatures in the tower suddenly woke up from this day

The tower has lost its former glory

The rocks sink to the bottom of the sea, and the flames drift to the end of the world

......

"There's basically no new words in the chorus at the end, do I still need to write it?" Dolan asked after a pause.

Lukka waved his hand: "No need, just write down the basics, and show them to me." ”

He took the parchment that had not yet dried, looked down several times, and handed it to Ollie next to him, and everyone passed it around.

Lukka thought for a moment, raised his head solemnly and asked, "So, how did the Eternal Flame get lost?"

"Eh, didn't I give you the lyrics?" Dolan asked, wide-eyed.

"Yes, I didn't understand. Lukka doesn't hide it at all.

"Alas, you people just lack some artistic cells. Dolan sighed and asked, "What don't you understand?"

"What am I doing with the rhythm of the beat? Whoever understands it, translate it for me. Luca said.

Nora raised her hand: "The content of this song seems to say that the eternal flame ran away on its own. ”

"Wasn't it stolen?" asked Luca.

"It's not clear, and it's said that no one else saw the situation at the time. Nora said.

"But that sounds pretty unreliable, and I feel like these poets like to talk about simple things in a foggy way, and it's easy to add things that haven't happened at all, and most of them are nonsense, aren't they?" said Luca.

"That's called artistic processing!" Dolan couldn't stand it, and he couldn't stand how unbearable he was talking about poetry.

"Whether it's nonsense or artistic processing, how credible do you think this song is?" Luca asked.