A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.
Spears spread across the wilderness like a thriving forest. Glorious knights march in formation, and countless bl...
"Okay, bring my dinner over first, and we'll be ready for action tonight."
"Yes, sir." The butler left the room again.
The night gradually deepened. Although the castle was deserted with only sporadic lights, the small town at the foot of the mountain was ablaze with lights.
Although this place is not big, perhaps precisely because of its small size, the local residents are more humane. Walking on the streets, you will basically see familiar people, and the town does not seem deserted at night.
In the largest tavern in the city, a wonderful performance was taking place. A poet in a tattered shirt was sitting on the stage playing the strings.
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"At that moment, Miss Messiah took up her sword and, like a nightingale in the woods, she glided over the obstacles with a lightness. The fleeting and graceful trajectory of her sword was like a July meteor slicing through the night sky."
"At that moment, she stabbed not only the black bear's eyes, but also the hearts of all the men present. Ah, that flying dress, the agile body, just like Elsimera in the ancient legend, brought us victory." Chanting the exaggerated words, the impromptu bard became more and more excited. He closed his eyes and indulged in fantasy, and the audience below was also extremely enthusiastic.
"Oh, that's really beautiful."
"My goddess."
"The lovely Miss Messia."
In a life lacking in entertainment, dull and uninteresting, it is rare to encounter such a wonderful story. These mercenaries and adventurers are all immersed in the poet's singing.
Although the performance lacked technique and was often out of tune, the atmosphere and emotion were there. Miss Messiah was indeed a strong touch of color that broke the grayness of life, leaving everyone amazed and sighing.
Then, a little exaggeration is not a sin.
The only person who seemed slightly dissatisfied was the swordsman sitting in a corner of the tavern. She propped herself up with her empty wooden wine glass, shielding herself from the curious and admiring gazes. She smiled helplessly and nodded in response to those who waved at her.