Chapter 577 Yunus: Your necklace looks familiar

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

Nilim said seriously, "I remember, my human friend!"

"My name is Aiwass. Don't call me human. Just like I won't call you a fairy, okay?"

Aiwass held up his palm and spoke to her seriously.

Nilim flew over, hugged Aiwas's nose and kissed him - but Aiwass didn't feel anything at all, it even felt a bit like being bitten by a mosquito.

"Yeah! Aiwass!"

She said happily, "My friend, Aiwass!"

But Nilim quickly reacted: "Aiwass, what are you doing here?"

"—He came to see me, Miss Nellim."

A somewhat tired but still steady voice sounded from inside.

Sherlock walked out slowly, his cane tapping the soft soil and his boots sweeping over the fallen leaves.

At that moment, Nilim was furious.

She vanished from the spot in a flash, then reappeared behind Aiwass. Her wings flapped, making a noticeable noise, and she reached out to grab a lock of Aiwass's hair, shouting, "It's the bad guy! The bad guy Sherlock!"

Aiwass subtly extended a finger and gently tapped Nilim's head as if it were a pat, and asked Sherlock, "What happened to you?"

Sherlock shook his head. "Nothing. I just said the wrong thing. We were having a pretty good chat, but I just slipped up."

Ai Hua suddenly realized.

Sherlock must have forgotten the taboos of goblins and called him out with just one word "goblin".

This kind of thing can't be changed at all - because if "Happy Spirit" is stipulated as the scientific name of fairies, then the fairies will hate being called "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 bad guys, Aiwass! I don't want to play with bad guys!"

Nilim angrily grabbed Aiwass's hair and tried to pull him away. But even with all her strength, Aiwass could only feel a very slight pulling sensation at best—not even as strong as the wind.

Nilim pulled twice, and seeing that Aiwass didn't move, she also snorted and turned into a stream of wind and penetrated into the gaps between Aiwass's hair.

"Introduce me, Aiwass."

As Sherlock spoke, he stepped aside slightly, revealing the person behind him. "This is Mr. Yunus, my client. I'm here to help him solve some problems. I asked you to come because this matter may require a pastor to resolve."

It was a man Aiwass had never seen before.

He had a shiny, round, boiled-egg-like bald head, fair skin, slightly chubby cheeks that gave him a non-aggressive look, and large, round, childlike black eyes. His face exuded a lively, cheerful, and carefree optimism. His most striking feature was a pair of black mustaches that curled upwards like a cat's mouth.

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

The moment she saw him, Lily felt a strong sense of hesitation and shock.

She had previously learned from Aiwass that Yunus' true identity was Isabel's father, Prince Albert. However, this man, who looked so funny that he looked like he came from a circus, made it impossible for her to connect him with the fragile and beautiful Isabel.

But Aiwass didn't react at all.

Because he knew that this was actually the face of "Yunus".

Albert used magic to hide his true face and transformed himself into the appearance of his friend Yunus. This was how he avoided fear and evaded responsibility.

"Hahaha!"

Yunus laughed rhythmically, his dark eyes seemed to sparkle, he reached out and skillfully stroked the instrument, easily playing a cheerful and lively melody.

"I am Yunus, happy Yunus; venerable Bishop, oh Archbishop, I have heard your name before!"

Yunus's tone of voice was strange.

It doesn't quite sound like normal speech, but it's not exactly singing or poetry either. While the rhythm and rhyme seem off, it somehow feels like a "primitive version of rap." It's like the dialogue in a musical, full of emotion.

"He's a good person who sings beautifully!"

Upon hearing his voice, Nilim immediately emerged from Aiwass's hair and poked her little head out: "I occasionally hear you singing at home! So I came here to find you!"

"Hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, Yunus let out three rhythmic laughs. "What a compliment! It makes me feel ashamed. Thank you for the compliment, young lady. I never thought my singing could reach the Land of Joy."

"It sounds nice—and you should address me as Ms. Nilim. I'm almost an adult!"

Nilim argued, then began to sing.

It was a beautiful song as clear as flowing water - if it were a hymn, it would be able to cleanse the soul; if it were a folk song, it would remind people of the carefree sunshine in the countryside.

Aiwass and the others immediately fell silent and listened to her singing.

The song, somewhat at odds with her voice, was a rather melancholic, lonely wanderer's song, completely at odds with her name, "Happy Yunus." The lyrics told of a wanderer unable to return home, who, seeing the moon in another land, thought of the moon back home.

But Yunus did not let the smile fade away. He just cooperated by playing the modified guitar in his hand, from which a melancholy and quiet melody flowed.

At some point, the chestnut trees around me blossomed. The rich fragrance of the chestnut blossoms permeated the sunlight, then gradually faded. The sky above turned to night, and the sun turned to cold moonlight.

Soon, Yunus joined in Nilim's singing, playing his harp and making low sounds in response.

His lyrics are simple, repeating "I saw the moon, just like the one at home" every other line. In between, he describes the mundane aspects of his life as a wanderer, observing and hearing things—things like "I bought another pancake today, but it's not as stuffed as my mom's," "I dreamt I was playing chess with my father, maybe he was lonely in his dreams," and "I walked for ten hours in the wilderness today, but I still can't find a place to stay."

It is full of sad but plain sentences, without any embellishment, even a little vulgar, but it sounds so gripping.

Even though Nilim and Yunus had never collaborated before, Nilim smoothly switched to harmony and handed the lead vocals to Yunus.

Yunus quickly finished singing the whole song, and then happily bowed to everyone again to express his gratitude.

Aiwass was the first to applaud, followed by the goblin Nellim, who clapped excitedly, then Lily, and finally Sherlock, who was a little reluctant.

Aiwass knew that Sherlock was not very fond of folk music of this style. He preferred violin music that could evoke images of moonlight, flowing water, lakes, and swans, or passionate music that could make people feel the burning indomitable spirit.

At this moment, the moon in the sky had turned back into the sun, and the night sky had returned to daylight. However, the chestnut trees around it, with a radius of about twenty meters, had already begun to bloom.

"Can I drink, Monsieur Bishop?"

Yunus looked at Aiwass with shining eyes—or rather, at the necklace hanging around Aiwass's neck—and extended a respectful and earnest invitation: "Although this is our first meeting, I feel like we've met in a previous life! I would like to have dinner or lunch with you. Such a young archbishop, I want to hear your story!"

"Of course, Mr. Yunus."

Aiwass bowed slightly and greeted him: "My name is Aiwass Moriarty."

"So you're the Moriarty. I've heard your stories, and your bravery in battling demons is in the papers; but I've never heard the story from the person involved. Perhaps I could write a song for you?"

Yunus approached Aiwass enthusiastically, bowed slightly, stretched out his hands and held Aiwass's hands.

Aiwass shook Yunus's hand and replied gently and seriously, "You are a well-known chivalrous man, Mr. Yunus. I will tell you everything I know."

His reaction... maybe he recognized the necklace Isabel gave me?

Aiwass shuddered inwardly.

I went out for a social event at noon today, drank some wine, and felt sleepy when I came back, so I took a nap. I started typing after I woke up, so it’s a bit late!

Also, the cat's animal friend, Bai Ya's book, is only a thousand points away from reaching 100,000 points! Friends in the mountains! Friends in the water! Friends in the trees! Everyone, give it a spirit bomb!

Especially for those who have subscribed to his books before but have left it in a stalemate, remember to go back and make up for it. I should be able to reach 100,000 this month!

(End of this chapter)