Chapter 18: The Dream Weaver's End

This day is not destined to be peaceful, and Daurasa, as the president of the Literary Association, has recognized authority. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Cocalisle has also climbed to the immortal master, a legend who has become famous for a long time, and his influence is not far from that of Daurhasa.

After Daulasa's literary report, Carlisle also made a statement that his students were about to release new narrative biographies.

When this statement came out, the whole literary world was once again sensational, and Cornelia, the first of the most uncontroversial young generation of our time, was only seventeen years old, and his reputation was no less than that of some of the long-established masters.

April is destined to be a day that will not be peaceful, and the release of two exciting works at the same time may be a wonderful showdown.

Many readers and writers vaguely heard the drums of war before the duel began.

On this day, a large number of nobles and magicians of high status, like people selling on the streets, crowded each other in the bookstores of their respective cities.

Almost every customer who comes to the bookstore buys more than two books, including works by Rabindranath Tagore and Cornelia.

"It is worthy of Tagore's work, which can be called the epitome of art in the literary world, just by looking at the title of the book, you can feel a sense of art rushing to your face, is this the romance of the creator that Master Daurasa said?"

"Maybe it's just an exaggeration, Tagore is only a magician after all, and even a master who has climbed to immortality has never had such an evaluation. ā€

"What makes me happy and sad is that this book is much thicker than I thought, perhaps... It's a bit of a shame that it's no longer a work of a new genre. ā€

... Many people look at the figure of a girl with their backs to the beautiful cover, and they can't see the face clearly. But just by looking at the back, you can imagine that the girl must be shockingly beautiful.

It is marked with words written in five lingua franca, "The Dream of the Admiral".

What is surprising is that the lingua franca that has been read many times has undergone strange changes in the hands of the mysterious writer Rabindranath Tagore, and each lingua franca has a faint sadness.

At this time, Muse, as the original author, did not pay much attention to the results of "The Dream of the Admirer". In fact, far away on the border, Hader City has no way of paying attention to the news of literature, a collection of 100 poems that confess love and longing.

In contrast, he hopes that his heart can impress Philomena, the only girl he has ever loved in his two lives, he doesn't want to miss, and more importantly, he can feel that Philomena loves him too.

He begged Peter to take Philomena out under an excuse, and gave Peter a large sum of gold.

"Please, please choose a suitable dress for her, no matter how expensive it is. Muse asked.

"Well, I'll try...", Nelina nodded solemnly, a little envious in her heart. By this time, she was convinced that Tagore's world was created for Philomena.

"What a happy girl, the happiest ever. Nerina thought with a sigh.

After receiving Peter's assurance, Muse went out early the next morning to the market to pick up the most delicious and expensive food. An hour later, he returned home with three large bags.

After taking a sip of water, I didn't have time to rest, and ran to the kitchen to make food.

What he didn't notice was that Peter was hiding in the corner of the room with Philomena, watching Muse's demeanor in the eye.

Philomena's tears were already covering her face, but she wanted to run out countless times, help Muse carry food, wipe her sweat for Muse, and want to help Muse bear all this. But Nelina seemed to see through Philomena's thoughts, and she had already pressed her hand on Philomena's shoulder.

"You promised me that before evening you could only watch. ā€

The reason why this happened, Nelina said that she was innocent. Muse really found the wrong person, if Muse was looking for the lumberyard uncles, maybe he could do this, but Nelina has not been very good in Philomena's eyes, and it is too difficult to complete the task.

But the wisdom of the mage is endless, and from the muse's point of view, the Muse's request is not to let Philomena come back, in other words, if Philomena has never been out of the house at all, there will be no problem.

So, this scene happened. Seeing that the time was almost up, Peter pulled down the corner of Philomena's coat and said softly.

"Come with me, I'll have to choose a gorgeous dress for you to participate in this feast. You know how many girls in the world want to attend this party, and you are really lucky. Nellina smiled meaningfully.

While Muse was busy in the kitchen, Nelina took Philomena to the Teleportation Bureau, where she took out the gowns she had ordered from St. George, glow-in-the-dark silk from the Elven Forest and rare gems, to be made by the finest master of tailoring skills.

This set of clothes, even in St. George's, is priceless, and the vast majority of nobles dare not expect it. Now, however, it's in the middle of nowhere. The price is very expensive, but it is Nellina's own pocket, and the price of up to tens of thousands of gold coins makes Nellina feel pain.

"This is what the Muses bought for you, please wear it. Nellina laughed.

Philomena looked at the beautiful gown in her hand, as if it contained all the brilliant colors of the world, and no words were enough to describe its beauty.

When Philomena changed into this dress, the surrounding color seemed to have been absorbed by Philomena, and it became dull.

The dark blue silk cloth is like the starry sky at night, radiating a colorful light, and even the light of the day is obscured. Attracts all eyes. At this moment, Philomena became the goddess of Hader City.

But not long after Philomena came out of the teleportation bureau, she was drowned in the alley by Nellina with a cloak to hide her beauty.

Nelina took Philomena to the most noble tea plantation, and secretly ordered the old man to isolate the people around her.

"Lady Philomena, if you don't want a bunch of people behind you, that's the only way to do it. Oh~ By the way, there's this thing, it's still early, if you're bored, you can take a look at it to pass the time first. Nelina handed Philomena a book.

"The Dream of the Admiral... He wrote it, what was written on it?" Philomena wondered.

"You'll find out by reading it yourself. ā€

"Okay..."Philomena shifted her gaze to the book, her white hand caressing the book and slowly turning it over.

......

With all this done, Muse looked at the hourglass, he should have half an hour to get dressed, and before that he had to take another shower, he had been busy all morning, and his clothes were already wet with sweat.

After washing away all the sweat, he changed into a carefully selected dress, a pure white turtleneck shirt, a silk scarf on his chest, white pants, a trench coat for himself, and carefully groomed his hair, which was always messy in the past.

At this moment, the muse in the mirror is like an elegant and handsome gentleman.

He closed all the curtains and sat down at the dining table, his handsome face sullen and restless, quietly waiting for the important moment.

Knock knock~

There was a knock at the door, Muse took a deep breath, a gentle smile on his lips, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, the door opened, he stood up, walked up to the hostess of the banquet, and half-bowed.

"Welcome back, dear... You're so beautiful today, the prettiest girl I've ever seen. ā€

Looking at Philomena, who was wearing a gorgeous dress in front of her, Muse Ne rarely showed a gaffe.

"You don't have to, Muse, I... It's really not worthy of you. Philomena's eyes were rosy, as if she had cried before she came in again.

"I'm not going to give up, I've locked myself in my room for two months, thinking I'm going to forget about you as time goes by, but that will only make you miss you even more. How ridiculous it is that you are by my side, but I have to endure the pain of longing. Muse said affectionately.

"But I—" Philomena was about to say something, but Muse just shook her head and motioned for Philomena to say no more.

"Please forgive me for my selfishness, I just want to have dinner with you at the same table. Muse snapped his fingers, and the candle on the table spontaneously combusted, illuminating the food on the table.

Looking at these foods, even Nellina, who was quietly hiding outside, couldn't help but swallow and saliva.

"Tagore was not only a great writer, a musician, but also a great cook, and oh my God, what else would he not do?"

It was the most gorgeous dish, and even Nerina drooled, but the two of them ate boringly, and after the meal, the music played, and Musene invited Philomena to dance together.

"I can't dance. Philomena shook her head.

"I can teach you. Muse chuckled, his voice very gentle.

Philomena hesitated before taking Muse's hand, and the two of them danced in the hall of the room.

"I've seen your new work, it's really good...", Philomena's tears unconsciously flowed again, and in the past two months, she had shed more tears than in her life before that combined.

"You should know that I wrote this for you. Muse said sadly.

"You're so good, you're writing great pieces and composing beautiful music. And I don't have any talent. Philomena cried even harder, shook off Muse's hand, and said hysterically.

Instead of making Philomena happy, Muse's actions made her sadder, and there was no doubt that Muse had become better, which only made Philomena feel humble.

"If this makes you feel inferior, then I'll give up. Muse took Philomena's hand and said seriously.

"Ahh

"What's the situation?" Nellina was shocked in disbelief.

"Excellent talent... If these things make me lose you, I will not hesitate to choose to give up. Excuse me, if I give up my identity as a writer, if I don't write music anymore, if I don't have any good talent anymore before you can accept me? If the price of being with you is to make me mediocre, I will not waver. There was tenderness in Muse's pupils, whispering softly about his determination.

Nellina almost couldn't hold back, and when she wanted to rush out to stir up the situation, she was stopped by the old man.

"It's his own decision. ā€

"What a joke, it would be a great loss for the literary world to lose him, I can already imagine him climbing to immortality, even Cornelia can't follow in his footsteps, a master who created new genres at the age of seventeen, this is a real genius. Nellina said anxiously.

The old man didn't say anything, but he didn't let go of Nerina's hand.

"Damn... Lady Philomena, the future of the literary world can only be entrusted to you, don't let me down. "Nerina was not reconciled.

......

"No... You can't do that!" Philomena shook her head frantically. Her resolve wavered.

Muse suddenly made a bold move, he leaned closer to Philomena, looking closer and closer, Philomena unconsciously retreated, until he was forced by Muse to retreat to the wall.

It was unbelievable that a high-level apprentice had forced a mid-level swordsman back.

Philomena felt that her body was very soft, and she could not lift any strength, and the tip of her nose was constantly invaded by familiar smells, but she did not feel disgusted, and her cheeks were red and hot.

Muse Nee whispered in Philomena's ear.

"I have engraved a love curse on your lips, then you will stay by my side for the rest of your life, and if you refuse, push me away. ā€

"You... I—" Philomena seemed to be dumb, and the words came to her mouth, but she didn't know how to speak, and her brown pupils seemed to overflow with water.

Muse hugged Philomena nervously, and he could feel the girl in his arms trembling, as if he was looking forward to and uneasy about what was going to happen next.

He gently kissed the girl he loved most in his life, and Philomena tried to resent it, as if her body had lost control, and she could only let Muse finish the ritual steps.

Looking at the face that was getting closer and closer, she gave up and closed her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were drawn into a happy smile.

At the most critical moment, when Nelina was about to see the two of them seal the contract... Suddenly picked up by an old man.

"No... Jack, what are you doing, you can't miss it, are you crazy, let me go, it's not too late. Nellina pretended to be angry and said,

"It's their time. Jack slowly walked away with Nellina.

"Well, I don't have any regrets about seeing the Dream Weaver's story come to an end. Nellina sighed. It's strange, it's a big regret, it's good! The reason why I have done so much is not just for this moment.