Chapter 58: The Mermaid's Donation In short, you should rely on hard work to get rich...
In literary works, the messengers of justice always arrive late. For example, when the knights of the palace rode their tall horses to Cinderella Square, the mourning banshees had already been captured by the guards and taken away for interrogation.
Everyone surrounded Lorelai, vying to give her hugs and applause, and the square was a sea of lively atmosphere.
A huge "Winter Solstice Bonfire" was burning in the square, and the flames illuminated everyone's face, symbolizing that the cold night was about to pass and the light would surely return.
The air was filled with the aroma of mulled wine and the smoke of the bonfire. Lorelai was pulled by some children to dance by the bonfire.
Ye Wan was watching everyone dancing by the campfire. She saw Arthur blushing as he invited Kiara to join the circle. The big iron block stood in the distance and nodded with satisfaction.
"Oh muffin, look he succeeded!" Ye Wan said excitedly.
No one knows where Euan went. He disappeared since the Knights arrived.
Muffin jumped down from her shoulders in a serious manner and ran to dance with a squirrel.
Ye Wan: “?”
Dorothy passed by her and glanced at the stunned Ye Wan. "Oh, I often see your muffin carrying a bunch of nuts to give to that squirrel. By the way, that squirrel lives in a holly tree at the entrance of Honey Lane."
Ye Wan was speechless.
The bards once again played their own instruments, the shawm, and the vier, and the joyful sounds produced by various instruments flowed slowly.
Lorelai was invited to step into the firelight. She didn't quite understand the human dance steps, but when she joined the spinning circle and was held tightly by a strange but warm hand, she felt very happy.
I was happier than I had imagined when I won the singing competition.
Ye Wan found a wooden barrel to sit down and clapped her hands to the rhythm. After a while, someone blocked her view of the campfire.
The man who came was a boy with golden hair and freckles on his face. He looked very shy. "Oh, beautiful oriental girl, would you like to dance with me?"
"ha?"
Ye Wan had never been invited to dance. After all, there was no chance to attend a dance in her world.
She looked at the hand extended from the opposite side with some confusion.
"Sorry, she has a dance partner." A cold voice sounded from behind.
She looked up at Youan, who was completely hidden in the light of the campfire. Ye Wan couldn't see his expression, but she could feel his immense rage. It seemed that if Ye Wan really ran to dance with the shy handsome guy, he would transform into a violent fire dragon and set fire to the entire kingdom.
"Oh yes, I have a dance partner." Ye Wan said easily.
The shy handsome guy left disappointed.
Ye Wan jumped down from the barrel and approached him: "Where have you been? I can't find you."
You An didn't answer, but only asked: "If I don't come, are you prepared to accept his invitation to dance?"
"Relax Youan, it's just a dance, don't act like I'm about to accept a marriage proposal."
As soon as these words fell, You An's face looked even darker. Ye Wan saw that something was wrong and quickly went to pull his hand: "Hurry up, hurry up, before the music ends."
The bonfire burned brightly in the cold night, the resin and oak crackled in the flames, and countless sparks burst out from the bonfire, scattering and rising like fireflies, and blending into the night sky.
Ye Wanxing pulled him into the circle of dancers, and then remembered something: "Oh no, I don't think I can dance this kind of dance."
You An looked down at him and her, his eyes reflecting a flickering fire: "It's okay, just follow me."
Their hands linked, the crowd cheered, and everyone tapped their boots, forming a larger circle.
Ye Wan's hair was a little loose. She turned her head to look at him and found that he was also smiling. The two of them were pushed forward by the crowd.
"It's a great night," she said.
Euan nodded, a rare gesture: "It's a nice...night."
The Winter Solstice Festival ended so joyfully. Of course, the consequence of the joyful night was that everyone lay in bed and couldn’t get up the next day.
Ye Wan coaxed herself in bed for a long time before she got up listlessly. She had been too excited yesterday and she walked down the stairs like an old lady, trembling with the handrail.
The fireplace was burning, keeping out the winter chill, the windows were covered with a hazy frost, and a new aroma filled the tavern, a rich, bitter aroma that rose from the counter.
Youan stood there, the siphon coffee pot in front of him was spewing white mist, his blond hair was tied into a loose bun at the back of his head, with a few strands of hair hanging down, and his linen shirt fit him well, making him look very elegant.
"You look like a professional barista." Ye Wan exclaimed.
"I take that as a compliment," he said.
Ye Wan also squeezed in behind the counter, took out two pieces of bread and threw them into the oven, then put a frying pan on the stove, poured in a tablespoon of olive oil, turned the pan so that the oil covered the entire bottom of the pan, and then cracked a fresh egg into it. The egg white expanded like a cloud.
Ye Wan sprinkled salt and black pepper on the runny part of the eggs.
She threw in two strips of thick-cut bacon, which curled into attractive waves in the hot oil and sizzled in the heat.
When the oven made a "ding" sound, Ye Wan took out the crispy and fragrant bread and put it on a plate with bacon and fried eggs. Finally, he could have breakfast.
Unlike Youan's elegant breakfast etiquette, Ye Wan pressed the eggs and bacon into the bread and started chewing it:
"I'm so hungry." She stuffed her mouth full and then reached for the coffee.
"Oh, it smells good, but a little bitter. Please give me the sugar jar, thank you."
She scooped a tablespoon of sugar into the cup while Youan read the newspaper.
"Any reports about yesterday's terrifying mourning banshees? I heard that those ghosts mostly only appear in abandoned castles."
Youan handed her the newspaper.
It was a copy of the Iron Curtain Riders newspaper, and in bold letters it read:
A Winter Solstice horror! The Mourning Banshee makes its first appearance in Cinderella Square, where a mermaid's song saves the day! The House of Commons faces heavy criticism for inadequate security measures. Is the demonic shadow returning to the kingdom?
"These big bold words give me a headache." Ye Wan said, and she took another sip of the sweet coffee.
Last night, a horrific scene unfolded at Cinderella Square, a famous tourist attraction in the capital! Numerous eyewitnesses confirmed that several mourning banshees, spreading despair and coldness, appeared in the square, unleashing mind-shattering visions of death.
But surprisingly, a mysterious mermaid singer used her ethereal and powerful singing to dispel the evil power of the banshee, and thus the disaster was quelled.
However, although the disaster has ended, the public opinion storm has intensified, and many citizens have expressed strong dissatisfaction with the security work of the city hall.
"Allowing such a sinister creature to invade the capital's most important public celebration is a blasphemy against the safety of all taxpaying citizens!"
"Where did the huge amount of holiday security funds allocated by the House of Commons go? We need an explanation, and we need the Speaker of the House of Commons to provide a detailed breakdown of the funds!"
In response to this, reporters went to the House of Commons, but were evaded by the excuse that "the incident is still under investigation."
At the same time, people have linked this incident to the accidents that occurred at the Autumn Broomstick Championships. On that day, many magical creatures ran wild outside the venue, and the Broomstick Organizing Committee had to send a skytrain to arrange for the early evacuation of tourists.
We visited the Honorary Dean of St. Augustus College, the enchanter Ms. Evita. She said, "Mourning banshees are creatures of resentment. Their appearance often indicates the surge of deeper dark forces. I think it's necessary to remind the royal family and parliament that according to the 'Grimoire of Disaster' left by the enchanter Merlin, the demonic army that nearly devoured the kingdom a hundred years ago may be coming again!"
This newspaper believes that the winter solstice celebration, which should have been a celebration to dispel the long night and welcome the light, has been overshadowed by the terrible invasion. We hope that the House of Commons will immediately activate the emergency plan to face the possible danger.
Our reporter: Vivian Hack
(This newspaper comes with a demon alarm that vibrates to warn you of danger.)
Ye Wan picked up the demon alarm, a small metal box. She shook it and there seemed to be a few small beads inside, making a "ding-dong" sound.
You An looked at her and said, "That thing is useless. It's just a few scraps of brass."
"Oh..." Ye Wan put down the alarm in disappointment: "What is the Demon Legion?"
After finishing his coffee, Youan explained to her, "It's probably that the demons formed an army and tried to overthrow the sovereignty of the Kingdom of Osenna."
He brushed the matter aside with a light remark, seemingly unwilling to talk about it further. Seeing that he didn't want to talk about it, Ye Wan didn't force him.
Pancake ran downstairs in his pajamas, sleepy-eyed, and threw himself into Ye Wan's arms, asking her for food.
Ye Wan then remembered, by the way, where did the mermaid Lorelei go.
Lorelai was as popular as any other popular young actress in the entertainment industry last night. Wherever she went, there were crowds of people around her, and some even asked her for her autograph.
Ye Wan joked to You An, "He must have become a popular singer and signed a contract with a record company."
She was halfway through her sentence when the heavy oak door of the tavern opened and Lorelai came in, carrying a huge tuna in her mouth.
The fish was still alive and kicking, slapping Lorelai several times with its powerful tail.
Ye Wan's voice paused for a moment, then rang out again: "Oh... So you went into the sea to catch fish."
"Not really." Lorelai threw the fish into the bucket and then moved the corners of her stiff mouth: "This was given to me by the fisherman. I went to collect the prize money for the singing contest."
Ye Wan stood up in a flash, her eyes glowing like huge gold coins: "Oh, speaking of that money!"
"I donated to a charity organization that protects magical marine creatures, called Blue Watcher. Anyway, I'm going back to the sea soon and won't need the money." Lorelai said this very easily, as if she had just picked up a bag of kitchen waste and thrown it into the big trash can outside the alley.
Ye Wan couldn't believe his ears: "What did you say?"
You An suppressed his laughter and interjected, "Didn't you understand? It means you have to repay your debt with your own hard work."
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