"Then I'll give you a gift later!"

Neriam said solemnly, "I remember, my human friend! ”

"My name is Ivus, don't call me human. It's like I won't call you a goblin, okay? ”

Ivas held up his palm and said to her earnestly.

Neriam flew over and hugged Ivus's nose and kissed Ivus—but Ivus didn't feel it at all, even a bit like a mosquito bite.

"Hmmm! Ivus! ”

She said happily, "My friend, Ehuas! ”

But Neriam reacted quickly, "Evas, what are you doing here?" ”

"—he's coming for me, Miss Neriam."

A somewhat tired but still calm voice rang out from within.

With his cane tapping against the soft dirt and his boots sweeping over the leaves, Sherlock walked out slowly.

In that instant, Nelim blew up.

She vanished from the spot with a swipe, and then appeared behind Eivus. Her wings fluttered and flapped, making a noticeable noise, reaching out and grabbing a strand of Ivus's hair, and exclaiming, "It's a bad person!" Bad guy Sherlock! ”

Ivas subtly stretched out a finger and gently tapped Neriam's head as a touch, and asked Sherlock, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Sherlock shook his head: "It's nothing, I said the wrong thing - I was quite happy to talk, but I said the wrong thing in a hurry." ”

Washton was stunned.

It must have been Sherlock who forgot about the taboo of goblins and greeted him with a word of "goblin".

There is no way to change this kind of thing - because if "Happy Spirit" is the scientific name of the elves, then the elves hate it as "Happy Spirit". They simply hate being defined or studied.

This is probably the fundamental contradiction between the path of wisdom and the path of beauty.

"Don't play with the bad guys, Evas! I don't want to play with the bad guys! ”

Nelim puffed up and hugged Ivus's hair, trying to pull him away as best she could. But with all her might, Ivas felt a slight tug, at best—not even as strong as the wind.

And Nelim tugged twice, and when she saw that Ivus didn't move, she also snorted, and turned into a stream of wind and burrowed into the gap between Ivus's hair.

"Introduction, Ivus."

Sherlock said, stepping out of the way and revealing the man behind him, "This is Mr. Yunus, my client. I'm here to help him solve some problems—I've brought you here because this matter may have to be solved by a pastor. ”

It was a man Ivas had never seen before.

He had a shiny and round, egg-like bald head, fair skin, slightly chubby cheeks that looked non-aggressive, and large, round, childlike black eyes, with a lively, cheerful, carefree sense of optimism on his face. The most conspicuous symbol of his face is a pair of black mustaches that curl upwards like a cat's mouth.

He was a head shorter than Sherlock and looked like a small potato.

The moment she saw him, Lily was hesitant and shocked.

She had previously learned from Ivus that the true identity of "Yunus" was Isabel's father, Prince Albert. But the man who looked so funny that he came out of the circus made it impossible for her to connect with the weak and beautiful Isabelle.

Ivus, on the other hand, didn't react.

Because he knows that this is actually the face of "Yunus".

Albert uses illusions to hide his true face and transform himself into his friend Yunus, which he uses to escape fear and responsibility.

"Ha, ha, ha!"

Yunus let out a rhythmic laugh, his dark eyes sparkling, and he reached out and skillfully stroked the instrument, and played a cheerful and vibrant music with ease.

"I am Yunus, happy Yunus; Dear Bishop, I have heard your name a long time ago! ”

Yunus's tone of voice was strange.

It doesn't feel like a normal tone of speech, but it's not like singing or reciting poetry. Although some of them can't step on the rhythm and don't rhyme, there is a feeling of "the original version of rap" somehow. It's like a musical narration, full of emotion.

"He is a good person who sings well!"

Hearing his voice, Nelim immediately popped out of Ivus's hair and popped up a small head: "I can occasionally hear you singing from home!" That's why I found it! ”

"Ha, ha, ha!"

When Yunus heard this, he let out a rhythmic three laughs: "It's a ridiculous compliment, it makes me ashamed; Thank you Miss Xiao for the compliment, I didn't expect my singing to reach the country of joy. ”

"That's nice—and you should call me Lady Nelim, I'm almost an adult!"

Nelim argued, and then began to sing.

It was a song as clear as flowing water—the degree to which a hymn could cleanse the soul; If you sing a ballad, you will be reminded of the carefree sunshine in the countryside.

And the others suddenly fell silent and listened to her sing.

Something that doesn't match her timbre is...... It was a somewhat melancholy, lonely wanderer's song, and it did not at all live up to the name of "Merry Yunus". The lyrics tell the story of a wanderer who can't go back to his home, and when he sees the moon in a foreign country, he thinks of the moon in his hometown.

But Yunus did not fade the smile on his face because of this, but only played the modified piano in his hand, which was actually a "guitar", and a melancholy and quiet melody flowed from it.

At some point, the surrounding chestnut trees began to bloom. The intense aroma of chestnut blossoms leached in the sunlight and then the light faded. Above the sky became the night sky, and the sun became a cold moonlight.

Soon, Yunus also caters to Nelim's singing, playing the harp and making a deep voice in response.

His lyrics are very simple, repeating "I saw the moon, just like at home" every other line. And in the middle is his trivial life as a wanderer and what he has seen and heard - all of them are "I bought another pancake today, and the filling is not as much as my mother's"; "I dreamed of playing chess with my father, maybe he was a little lonely in the dream world"; "Today I walked in the field for ten hours, and I still haven't found a place to stay."

It's full of poignant but bland sentences, without any embellishment, even a little vulgar, but it sounds so gripping.

Even though Nelim and Yunus hadn't worked together once before, Nelim switched to harmony without a teacher, handing over the lead singer to Yunus.

Yunus quickly finished singing the song, and then bowed to the crowd again in thanks.

Ivas was the first to applaud, followed by the elf Nelim who applauded excitedly. Then came Lily, and finally Sherlock, who was somewhat reluctant.

Ivas knew that Sherlock didn't quite appreciate this style of ballad. He likes the violin, elegant music that evokes moonlight, flowing water, lakes, swans, or intense music that makes people feel the indomitable spirit of burning.

At this time, the moon in the sky changed back to the sun, and the night sky changed back to day. But the surrounding circle of chestnut trees, with a radius of more than 20 meters, has already bloomed.

"Can you drink, Mr. Bishop?"

Yunus looked at Ivas with shining eyes—or rather, at the necklace around his neck—and extended a respectful and earnest invitation: "Even though we met for the first time, I also feel like we met in a previous life!" I'd like to have dinner or lunch with you. Such a young archbishop, I want to hear your story! ”

"Naturally, Mr. Yunus."

Ivas bowed slightly and greeted him, "My name is Ivas Moriarty. ”

"So you're that Moriarty—I've heard your story, and your story of fighting demons is in the newspapers; But I've never heard the person in charge, maybe I'll be lucky enough to write a song for you? ”

Yunus enthusiastically approached Ivus, bowed slightly, and stretched out his hands to hold Ivus's hand.

And Ivus also shook Yunus's hand with his backhand, and replied gently and seriously: "You are a well-known righteous man, Mr. Yunus. I will know everything. ”

He reacted...... I guess I recognized the necklace Isabel gave me, right?

Ivus shuddered in his heart.

(End of chapter)