The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Most of the poems sung by troubadours have good stories, but that doesn't mean they are necessarily nice.

Talking and chatting can’t tell whether a person has pentatonia, but singing is different.

Cecil's singing is out of tune. As for where he ran, I didn't know what to do, anyway, there was not one sentence that sounded good.

No wonder he gave up the seemingly noble and comfortable profession of troubadour, he was to save his life.

Not only to save the lives of others, but also to save their own lives.

Once a poem is sung to his level, it will probably end up with the audience.

Either he sang the audience to death; or the audience beat him to death.

The two cannot coexist.

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After a few songs, I asked Cecil, how is he?

Cecil told me that he was okay, but all the staff around him ran away.

I asked him: "Has anyone told you that you are not suitable for singing?"

Cecil said: "Yes, but at the same time I also have a belief that'any innate deficiency can be made up for by acquired efforts.'"

I said: "Yes, you are absolutely correct, but there is a premise."

"What premise?"

"You can try to live until that day comes."

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Cecil's singing is unpleasant, but his story is very useful.

Aside from the story, I found a few very key words: elves, moon, night.

For several consecutive poems, these three words have the highest repetition rate.

I asked Cecil, how did these poems come from? Is he invented? Or did he hear it?

Cecil told me: "It was told to him by an old elven, saying it was a ballad passed down by the elves from generation to generation."

The ballads passed down from generation to generation by the elves are mostly traceable, although it is also possible that they are only passed on for a few lifetimes.

Since I have tried it before taking a nap, why not try the moon and night.

Dark night is a natural law, and I can't control it; the moon on the earth is a planet, presumably the moon here will probably not be too bad.

As long as it's a planet, it's beyond my control.

But the night and the moon have one thing in common: they appear at the same time.

I have a plan in my heart.

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The moonlight just arrived.

Phoenix and they began to prepare dinner.

I took Princess Analita back to the room and motioned for her to sleep now.

Analita was puzzled and didn't understand what I meant, but she did not resist either, but did so obediently.

Suddenly she went to bed so early, she was very uncomfortable, tossing and turning for a long time, finally fell asleep.

I stayed by the bed, watching the magic wall clock on the wall while watching her sleep.

Time flies slowly, especially when waiting for something to happen.

Although the door to the room was closed tightly, there was still the smell of food floating in. Check the time, it was almost dinner.

Looking at Princess Analita's peaceful sleep, I sighed: Did I guess wrong again this time?

However, in the next second, there was a change.

Princess Analita’s peaceful sleep, suddenly became tense, her breathing was rapid, and there was a faint voice of pain and fear in her throat, her hands were suddenly clenched, and her chest was tightened, and she was plump The chest also became tight because of the rapid breathing.

Sweat, dripping down her forehead, quickly soaked the pillow and bedding under her neck.

Her body trembled more and more, and the screams became louder and louder, and suddenly she opened her frightened eyes.

The screams stopped abruptly.

My guess is hit.

Then, it's time to verify my second conjecture.

While Princess Analita was bathing and changing clothes, everyone in the guild had a brief conversation with me.

The purpose of the dialogue is only one, about Princess Akalita's nightmare.

I didn't answer much to their inquiries-I would not jump to conclusions until I was not sure of the answer.

But I have a hunch that tonight will be very peaceful.

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Sure enough, the night was very peaceful.

Princess Analita didn't wake up screaming, and Yura slept soundly all night.

My other conjecture was also hit.

Yula did not lie in my arms to sleep like Kagali, Barbara and Phoenix did, but lay on another bed in a proper way, sleeping in her clothes.

Although, she is wearing pajamas.

Princess Analita woke up, she stretched her waist and said lazily: "This is the best time I have slept in these few days."

I smiled and said, "Look, you can still sleep well."

"It's just that the nightmare is still by my side." Her expression was a little low.

"It will be fine too" I smiled and said, "I promise."

She grinned reluctantly.

"I didn't ask you last night" I said: "Do you still dream of a sword?"

"It's still a sword," she said lightly, without the initial panic, but still some resistance remained: "The wizard's sword, our own sword, I always feel that I still have some very important memories that I have not returned."

"It may be related to your dream." I looked at the door. Yura had already gone out to prepare breakfast. Only me and Analita were left in the room.

"My dream? You mean..."

"The person who hurt you is likely to be your tribe."

"Really..." Princess Analita looked lost, as if she heard something that saddened her.

This is indeed a conjecture enough to make her sad.

"I don't mean all the people of the tribe, Princess Analita" I frowned and said: "I mean a very small number of powerful elves. Even I am thinking, will you harm you? It is the same group of people who killed the fairies."

"The elves love peace and will not harm the elves casually" Princess Analita lowered her head and murmured: "There must be some misunderstanding in this."

"Before, your memory has not returned. It is just like a young child. I did not tell you some things, and it is not easy to tell you. Now, your mind has been restored to the same age. Some words, I cannot I won’t say to you." Lifting my head, I looked at Analita’s face and said lightly: "There is no absolutely peace-loving race, only races that do not intrude on each other because they do not produce conflicts of interest. The reason why elves can coexist with fairies, Mostly because ambition has not accumulated to the limit. Once it overflows, greed and killing will appear. No one can escape this."

"Why are you telling me this?" Analita raised her head and stared at me as well. Her eyes were very embarrassed and painful: "Can't you just keep hiding me as a young child?"

"The future must always be faced, Princess Analita, whether it is beautiful or cruel, whether it is happiness or sadness, you must face it; you must remember, first of all, you are a princess, your My sister is the queen of this kingdom. Everyone's eyes are not only looking at your sister, but also at you. Both of you are the hope of the elves. People, only when you are full of hope, can you continue to be strong To live, and you, are the hope that this country will not fail."

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