After work, there were seven maids with different temperaments, some of them sat at the table and drank tea, some leaned against the door frame, and some closed their eyes to listen, and at this time, among them, a slightly immature figure was sitting on a high stool and playing the violin with his eyes closed.

The quiet sound of the piano flows quietly in this afterglow-shrouded flower room, immersed in it, like walking under a distant blue sky, where the sea of flowers spreads all over the mountains, and the soft petals in bloom are delicate and gently swaying in the sun, making people feel like falling into a dream.

Thinking back to the staircase of the tower that once held against the warm rock wall, the view of the white castle was so clear, and vividly, Hehia recounted the golden distant dream in the sound of the piano, the scenery she saw in the dream that day, and the delicate emotions that came from the song.

The end of the song.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, she gently touched the smooth and warm surface of the violin with her fingers, and her heart still contained the undispersed nostalgia and beautiful emotions.

Once, she thought it was just a dream, but she didn't want it to be far more real and moving than reality, even after all this time, she could remember every detail of it clearly.

The Flower of the Golden Flame, Isenisa, whose singing voice in her dreams was so gentle and melodious, with a hint of sentimentality and nostalgia in her serenity, that her conversation with Heshea was only a few words, but it seemed to have been said a thousand words.

"It's good, or so good that I don't even know how to describe it."

The emerald-haired figure of the seven maids opened his eyes, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes slightly, and then looked at the girl sitting on the high stool with a passionate and complicated gaze.

Daintellen, you will be far more successful than me in the future, which should be a happy thing, but why is it a little sad, maybe it is also infected by the sound of the piano, and you are full of sentimentality about everything.

"That's right, Daintellen, you have such a unique talent." Belfinger quietly gave the girl a thumbs up.

"I seem to have more confidence in her." 'Philos) gently finished the tea in her hand, then put it down, and smiled at the girl who was still immersed in her own world.

A maid with horns will pick up the bottle and refill the glass in front of her, and hand it to the emerald-haired maid 'Boutis' beside her.

"I really enjoyed a rare performance today, and you should be very grateful." As the bartender in the store, she is also one of the few people who knows the past of 'Butis'.

"Daintrian, come on." The little angel 'Derbby' with a golden five-pointed star on his forehead whispered.

"How about Nabe, do you have inspiration?" 'Andesia' asked with a smile as she poured tea for the maid in front of her with long bangs and hair.

"Andesia~" The maid who was referred to as 'Nabe' complained softly, glanced at the blonde elf in front of her, and then picked up the teacup and drank it in small sips, avoiding the eyes of the friend next to her.

Naberius: The 24th of King Solomon's 72 Pillars of Demon God, in the form of a winged black crane, he is skilled in all arts and sciences, especially rhetoric.

In the shop, Belfinger once told the girl that there was a maid who was good at making clothes, and that was the 'Nabelius', who was introverted, often wearing a black maid's dress, sitting in a quiet and exclusive cubicle, and rarely coming out.

Occasionally, a guest would visit the maid and ask her to help her make a dress, and then sit there and watch the maid sew the dress slowly and carefully, step by step.

Scissors and needles and threads, ancient sewing machines, are gently changed between the slender fingers, and then the fabric is transformed into a well-fitting garment, and a kind of decompression and happiness is born.

"I have some inspiration, but if I want to turn it into reality, I guess it will take a lot of time to figure it out." Just now, Andesia asked Naberus if she could help Daintrien design a costume for the show.

"Maybe it will take another month to slowly finalize, I don't know if you can wait." She put down her teacup.

"Yes, just at your own pace." Anthesia knew this person's character, and if she was asked to hurry up, it would only backfire.

"Then be patient." After saying that, 'Nabeliusi' seemed to be in a much better mood.

Today, Heshia rarely completed the complete and skillful practice of the first piece, which is why Andesia invited a few people to come over, it is always a pity to play alone without an audience, and she also wants the girl to slowly get used to performing in front of others, there are not many people present today, and they are all maids in the store, so it should be the least stressful environment.

Putting the violin in her hand down, Heshia walked briskly and slightly shy to the crowd, looking like a child waiting to be praised but embarrassed.

"The best, Daintellen~" 'Belfinger' gave the girl a hug for the rabbit-eared maid first, and the atmosphere suddenly turned from static to lively.

"Daintrien's progress is far faster than I expected." 'Philauus' also spoke.

"Little Daintrien would be more mature, she is definitely a dazzling star on the stage." The mature and busty horned maid 'Serpa Communist' commented so.

"The juniors I teach are really not bad." 'Butis' will also be re-energized.

"You're still so lucky." There are words in the words of 'Andesia'.

"Daintellen~" 'Derkrabi' raised the bird in his hand and made a gesture of praise to the girl.

"That's the kid." 'Nabelius' was thoughtful.

After chatting for a while, the topic slowly turned to another purpose that was convened today, that is, to help 'Daintellan' think of the direction of future business.

"Does it have anything to do with 'books'?" 'Philosus' tilted his head in thought.

"Do you want to open a bookstore?" Belfinger's idea was straightforward.

"That's too uncharacteristic, isn't it?" The horned maid on the side, the 'Sai Gong', shook her head, the two of them are a rare orc subspecies in the store, so they have a good relationship.

"Librarian?" 'Butilis' thought casually.

"But we don't have that many books to manage in our store." Andesia shook his head.

"So what should I do, I can't sell the book like a play."

"Performance? Maybe that's a good idea, too. "Anthesia seems to have something in mind.

"Is it really possible?" Belfinger said that he had just said it casually.

"Didn't you find that Dantrian's voice is very good, if you want to be a voice actor, it's probably the kind of addiction that makes people addicted."

As a former performer and musician, Andesia is particularly sensitive to the timbre of her voice, and as for why Butise didn't find out, it can only be said that because she is keen on rock and roll, she is better at that kind of fiery passion, and not good at some delicate things.

"Do you mean to make Daintellen like a song, telling the stories in the book to those guests?" 'Naberush' reacted quickly.

"Worthy of my dear friend, I understood so quickly." 'Andesia' nodded.

"I see." With that, everyone suddenly had an idea.

"Indeed, in this case, it seems feasible as a business."

"What about you, Dantrian, how do you feel about this idea?"

"I'll try." Heshea was also a little tempted by such an idea, which at least was much more in line with her than selling books or explaining to people.

"Very good~"

"So, here comes the final question."

"Daintrien, what kind of story do you want to bring to you, is it an epic legend that has shocked countless people, an evocative and emotional fable, or a fairy tale like a seven-colored flower."

Perhaps many years later, people will follow the historical thread to find that on an unknown afternoon in this small coffee shop, the seven-color picture book that depicts the vast poetry of civilization and countless legends in the future opens the title page of the first article.

Started 0 0 0/, and the legend has been unveiled ~

(End of chapter)