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Musene and Peter rushed to the airship field in Wheelo City, from where they set off on a journey to Dan Lipton. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Muse opened a private room so that the three of them could have a place to rest. He had just written a biography and made some money, which he had intended to use to buy a manor, but now he was out of use. Having a private room is obviously not a big deal.

"Muse, you're a magician, so you must know the writer, right?" asked Nerina.

"Meet one. Muse replied vaguely.

Nellina sighed inwardly, she was very dissatisfied with this answer. On the surface, however, Nerina was more enthusiastic.

"Then you must know a certain amount of biography, have you heard of the genre that has been emerging lately? I think that genre is great, try to write a poem similar to the genre, can you help me improve it?"

With that, Nellina handed Muse a blank piece of paper, yes, a blank piece of paper. Although it is said that articles written with melted paper can create a fictional world, it does not mean that blank paper cannot be created.

There are many writers who suddenly have the idea to create before they become a full-fledged spellcaster, and in order not to miss the inspiration, they will record it on a blank piece of paper. Waiting until you become an official caster to create a spell will save a lot of time.

The most time-consuming step in creating a work is not to write words, but to find inspiration.

For this reason, Nelina even gave up her noble identity to play a poor boy in a poor area. In fact, Dhaurazak also played the role of a mercenary magician in order to write a biography.

It's a ridiculous world, and there's people everywhere pretending to be low-key, and maybe the grandmother at the grocery store not far from your house is a legendary spellcaster in the world of honorary magic. There are a lot of poor people in this world who are unlucky enough to provoke these writers who are taking material.

In other words, the poem in Nellina's hands is just a concept.

"Well, I don't know much about literature, so don't expect anything useful from me. Muse thought for a moment before saying.

Nellina endured the helplessness of rolling her eyes and nodded happily.

"You are the one who created the genre, and you are known as the founder of the original poets, and there is no one more authoritative in the field of poetry. Nelina thought to herself.

Muse took Nellina's poem, and Philomena was a little curious, tilting her head and leaning on Muse's shoulder to see what kind of work Nellina had written.

Muse Nee perused the poem written by Nelina and looked pensive.

Philomena's knowledge of poetry was not that professional, but she had read Musene's poems a thousand times, and she could naturally tell whether a poem was good or bad.

"It's pretty well written, but it's far from being the Muse!" said Philomena, proudly, not prejudice.

In fact, even Nelina agreed, and Tagore created a genre while leaving a threshold that was almost impossible to cross.

Perhaps for a long time to come, it is not surprising that the miracles created by Tagore will not be surpassed, and even become eternal legends.

"Hey, could it be that Muse, have you ever written poetry?" Nerina's gaze suddenly became sharp, grasping the flaw that Philomena had accidentally leaked, and looked at Muse.

"No... Ahh

"I wrote a poem, but it wasn't very good. Muse explained.

"Can you show me that?" asked Nerina.

"But it's not impossible, I want to think... It's been so long that I've almost forgotten the content. It took a moment for Muse to think about it, but Nerina and Philomena waited patiently.

Considering not to cause much shock, Muse Ne could only write relatively mediocre poetry.

However, there will be no ordinary works in the books that can be recorded in [Athens], and even if Musene has the intention to create mediocre works, reality does not allow it.

What Muse didn't notice was that Nellina's gaze was firmly fixed on Muse's face, and a person's thoughts could be seen from his face many times.

And Muse made a mistake here, he didn't have a memory on his face, but a thoughtful expression. Nellina realized that there was a possibility, the writer in front of her, to create on the spot, what an incredible thing.

After thinking for a while, Muse took out an ordinary feather and wrote a poem behind the white paper handed by Nellina:

"I Will Not Go Again"

I will not return any more

I will not return any more.

The clear night is cool and quiet,

Under the bleak bright moon

The world has long fallen asleep.

My body is no longer there

And the cool breeze,

Blowing in through the open window,

Ask where my soul is.

I've been out of this place for a long time,

I don't know if anyone will remember me,

Maybe in a field of tenderness and tears,

Someone will fondly recall my past.

But there will also be flowers and starlight

Sighs and hopes,

And that on the street

The laughter of a lover under the thick tree.

I also think of the sound of the piano

Like the scene of this silent night,

Available at the window where I stayed

No more people will listen silently.

After writing it, Musene's brows furrowed, the collection of poems that can be included in [Athens] is definitely a world masterpiece, and this poem is absolutely outstanding.

However, in Nellina's eyes, she thought that Muse was not satisfied with the poem. She picked up the blank paper, read it carefully, and it took a long time to come back to her senses.

"Oh my God, that's what the original poet was all about, even if I didn't have the fictional world of melt paper, I was still fascinated by it, and it only took me a moment to create a work like this. He frowned in displeasure?, I couldn't understand it, this was obviously amazing poetry!" Nerina was so shocked that she didn't know what to say. She looked at the boy in front of her, who was only seventeen years old and the same age as herself.

When she met this teenager again, she always felt that she was outstanding, but after meeting this teenager, she felt so mediocre that she was like a stone on the side of the road, inconspicuous.

At the age of seventeen, she created the genre and waved her hand to amazing poetry, and these achievements made Nerina look up to her.

"Actually, this work was revised by the same writer, who is a very famous writer, and the original text I wrote was not very good. Seeing Nellina's shocked face, Muse Ne quickly explained.

"That's right," Nellina replied subconsciously

"Speaking of which, I think there are some things that need to be improved in your poem. Muse digressed.

"What are the improvements?" said Nellina.

Who is this in front of him, the original poet, the absolute authority in the field of poetry, the epitome of art! Many honorary titles in the literary world! If I can get his guidance, Nelina's literary level will definitely improve rapidly.

Because she was too excited, Nellina used her habit of being a woman, and her sparkling eyes flashed with anticipation.

However, in Muse's eyes, it was a boy who was selling cuteness, and although Peter was indeed handsome, Muse still felt hairy.

Nellina's work is about a poor boy who suffers from the bottom and suffers from a miserable life, which makes him lose confidence for a while, until one day, he meets a noble spellcaster, and the two become good friends.

It's a hymn about friendship, but there's something wrong with it, and Muse always feels that there's something dissonant about the whole poem.

After thinking about it, Muse pointed to a part of the poem and said, "Maybe it would be better to change him to her..."

Philomena looked at Muse's pointers, then at Nellina, and her innate instinct told her that something was wrong. But she couldn't tell what was wrong.

After the guidance of Muse, the reconstructed poetry is even better, Muse is not a real poet, but his vision is too much beyond this literary era, and there are many shortcomings, he can see at a glance.

"Muse, you're amazing!" Nellina hugged Musene's improved poem, as if she had been treasured, and her face was delighted.

Muse thought that Nelena was happy that her poetry was better, but she didn't know that what really made Nerina rare was the poem that Muse wrote behind a blank piece of paper.

"I Will Not Go Again"

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]