Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 671 Quiet Song

It's raining.

Under the temporary wooden pavilion, Tilan stood in front of the railing and looked out at the wilderness shrouded in rain.

Whenever the wind blows, the sound of rain becomes denser, then interweaves between sky and earth, and then recovers, interweaving repeatedly. Whenever the wind blows, fine raindrops are carried into the courtyard by the wind, wetting the railings and the ground.

A few drops of water fell on the girl's cheeks and hair, and a fresh smell mixed with soil and rain spread, like a thin mist.

The world became very quiet. The rain blocked my sight, but also brought a sense of emptiness after release. Standing quietly under the rain lines on the sky, many narrow and trivial emotions also dissipated.

The wind and rain continued, and the rain on the grassland was particularly abundant at this time of year. The animals that used to have to go everywhere to find water sources now had fun in the rain, washing their bodies, and then shaking off their bodies, trying to find a place to shelter from the rain.

In this way, Tilan sat in the wooden pavilion, watching and listening to the heavy rain passing by, until someone came up the mountain path to find her in the afternoon.

"Lady Heshia." The person who came was Mingshan, one of the managers of the Heshan Rescue Association.

The man wearing glasses shook off his wet raincoat, then bowed and greeted the girl sitting on the wooden chair.

"Is there something wrong?" The girl's clear voice was like the sound of a stream, which people never get tired of listening to.

"Yes." He tidied his words a little and then reported.

"We have planted the seeds this week. Now that the rain has arrived, we just need to maintain them well and we will be able to harvest in three months." When he said this, there was joy in his voice.

"Very good." Tilan replied softly.

Mingshan wanted to say some words of gratitude at this moment, but looking at the girl's quiet back, he felt that saying too much would only disturb her.

This seemingly young girl is definitely worthy of their respect, but she is also shrouded in many mysteries that make it difficult for people to see through her and give rise to many fantasies.

"Is Lady Heshia enjoying the rain scene?" After asking, Mingshan felt that he was talking nonsense.

"Yeah." Tilan finally turned around. Her appearance was still the same as it had been a few years ago, a little immature and yet somewhat quiet. The traces of time had stopped on her, as if it wanted to remember her in this appearance.

Tilan smoothed out a few strands of hair that were stuck to her forehead due to being wet, then looked at Mingshan who was lowering his head and not daring to look at her directly and spoke.

"Everyone has been busy for a long time. It's a good opportunity to take advantage of the heavy rain to let everyone in the camp take a break. If you want to organize any activities, you can also tell me."

"Yes." Mingshan lowered his head and thought for a while. Supplies were not abundant nowadays, so it was probably not possible to eat and drink lavishly. He then thought about whether he could find some old audio and video equipment so that everyone could watch some shows or play games together.

After listening to Mingshan's proposal, Tilan thought about it and nodded in agreement.

"Although there really isn't much food, if we don't use any, it would be too much of a feast. We should at least prepare some to spice it up a bit."

"If there is a show in the evening, I will also be on stage." As a singer, she currently knows how to play many musical instruments.

Hearing this, Mingshan couldn't help but look forward to it. Although Tilan was a leader they respected very much, because of her body shape and appearance, she always aroused people's admiration and pity.

"Then let's just inform them that we will have three days off tomorrow and the day after tomorrow so that everyone can have a good rest."

"Yes." Mingshan saluted again in response, then put on his straw raincoat and walked down the mountain again.

Watching the other person's back disappear around the corner of the valley and in the rain, Tilan spread out her hands, looked at her palms and fingers, and then a crystal flute emerged. She picked it up and put it to her lips and blew softly. The light and melodious tune surrounded the wooden pavilion.

Today, she was not thinking about those distant and grand things, nor did she have any anxious expectations or sad memories. She just stood in the rain, feeling a faint sense of tranquility and leisure.

The things that I once thought would cause me worry and anxiety no longer cause any waves. The upsetting thoughts I had before can no longer be recalled. The world seems to be exceptionally vast and can accommodate many different things.

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The news about rest and activities spread in the camp in the evening. People who came for dinner also discussed what to play tomorrow, or what ancient movies, TV shows or dramas they wanted to watch. Some children ran happily in the cafeteria and were caught by the members who maintained the cafeteria. Then they were taught by others amid laughter.

Although the official rest and activities will not begin until tomorrow, many people have already been unable to sleep tonight.

After a good night's sleep, Tilan got up at 7 o'clock in the morning.

Now her room is still in the cave because it is safe enough, but the environment is much better. The walls are polished and very smooth, and the floor is covered with neatly inlaid stone slabs. There is also a wardrobe and a desk on the side.

Besides her, there was also Orlais in the room, but the two of them did not sleep in the same bed now. Instead, they each had a comfortable little bed. At first, Orlais was a little reluctant, but fortunately, Tilan persuaded her for a long time and said that they should sleep in the same room, and then she accepted.

At this moment, Orlais had not gotten up. Like in the past, she would not get up until around eight or nine o'clock. Now she was sleeping on her side on her small bed, holding the new pillow that Tilan had sewed for her in her arms.

After combing her hair, Tilan quietly came to Orlais' bed, looked at her who was still sleeping soundly, and gently touched Orlais' soft nose and forehead with her fingers. Seeing that she was still in a daze, she couldn't help laughing.

He really had no guard at all. She stood up, walked out of the room, then turned around the cave corridor which had now changed a lot and came to the central meeting hall, where there were fluorite chandeliers and unlit braziers next to them. More than a thousand people could stand densely.

Seeing that someone had already started cleaning, Tilan nodded slightly, then walked over and continued to walk to the back of the meeting hall, through a long passage, and came to a pit leading to the underground.

There is a water pipe connected here at the moment, which pumps cleaner groundwater out from the ground for use in the camp.

Tilan looked at the pit below, then jumped and floated down to the bottom of the well.

A few minutes later, Tilan landed nearly a thousand meters underground. The stone walls were hung with glowing fluorite, and next to her feet was a pool connected to an underground river.

With her toes stepping on the wet stones, Tilan came to the edge of the pool and put her fingers into it, feeling the cool groundwater with her fingertips.

With her fingers running through the water, invisible ripples appeared. Tilan checked the water quality and felt it was good, so she continued to move forward along the direction of the water flow and came to the cave on the other side. Standing there, she could hear the sound of dripping water and the turbulent groundwater rushing across the riverbed, making splashes of water.

This groundwater is rarely polluted, so it leaves a glimmer of hope for life on the grassland.

After inspecting the underground pumps and water sources that the camp members had built during her absence, Tilan helped set up a rhythm crystal for purification and degradation before returning to the surface.

At this time, the day's rest and activities began.

Because there was no need to work today, many people gathered in the hall. Some gathered in front of a small wooden board, playing chess with a simple chessboard, some took out their treasured drinks to share with friends and chat, and some leaned in the corner, sitting with many people, watching the old movie and TV programs played on the small projector.

At this time, Orlais also woke up. She was looking for Tilan's trace. There were five little guys flapping their wings following her. These silkworm moths basically followed Tilan or Orlais every day.

"Over there, Lady Tilan is there." Silkworm species Brenna happily said the direction. Then Orles quickened her pace and came to Tilan's side, and several other silkworm species also gathered around.

"Tilan~" Orlais grabbed Tilan's wrist and sleeve and asked Tilan to play with her today.

"Okay, I'll take Ores out to play today." Tilan also wanted to have a good rest today, so she didn't refuse.

The two came to one side of the hall, and Tilan took out a wooden board. Then he brushed his fingers across it, and a complex and gorgeous grid map appeared.

"Let's play a role-playing game today." Tilan took out two wooden flags to represent two people, and then took out two dice.

The rules are roughly the same as those of a board game, but they are much simpler.

"So, our adventure story begins..." Tilan smiled and raised her finger. Under Orlais's expectant eyes, she took out a stack of cards and shuffled them. The cards had events and characters written on them.

During the game, the two of them work as a partner to deal with difficulties along the way, defeat enemies, make friends, obtain powerful treasures, and finally defeat the big devil who says he wants to destroy the world.

Time passed by unknowingly, and by the time it was over, it was almost dark outside.

After the game was over, Orles was still immersed in the role of the "White Witch" she played.

"Want to continue playing, Tilan~" Ores said coquettishly.

"No, the game is over." Tilan shook her hand.

"Why can't we just defeat the devil and it's over?" She didn't quite understand.

"That's how the game works. There must always be an ending." Speaking of this, Tilan remembered something.

"But in reality, even if the Demon King dies, a new one will be born as long as the cycle environment does not change." She thought about it.

"I used to be troubled by this problem. Now thinking back, I feel that I was being a bit too picky." Tilan sat up slightly and helped Orlais tidy up her messy skirt and hair.

"In fact, we are making progress, right? There are always new discoveries and new problems. But as long as we look back and look forward objectively, we have actually done well enough."

Even though human civilization has various problems now, it has made tremendous progress compared to the Fifth Age or the previous ignorant eras.

Clean water, delicious food, rich entertainment, and a safe and stable living environment were ideals that people did not dare to dream of in the past, but now they are easily given to everyone.

Even the fierce wars within the Federation rarely affected ordinary people. Such a life was much better than the complete dark ages of decline.

It’s just that people always crave more, and the anxious atmosphere deliberately created by capital has exacerbated this. Many people have forgotten what they really hope for and what they crave, and just blindly and restlessly follow the crowd.

At night, oil lamps are lit to decorate the hall, and people gather in the cave. Occasionally, there are gusts of wind and rain outside, but the cave remains peaceful and dry.

First, various impromptu programs were performed. Although they were a bit simple, no one cared and responded with a very tolerant attitude. Occasionally, bursts of laughter were heard in the hall.

Finally, as the night deepened, the final closing performance began.

Tilan was wearing a slightly retro dark blue dress tonight. She was sitting on a pile of scattered boxes. Her bare feet were swaying slightly in the air naturally. She was holding a lyre in her arms, her eyes slightly closed, her expression gentle. She did not make the atmosphere too formal and solemn, but rather a bit friendly and natural.

As the lights dimmed, she plucked the strings lightly, and then a distant melody sounded out.

The first song has no lyrics, only the lightness and leaping that seems to be running across the vast earth.

In the second song, Tilan slowly opened her eyes, and then plucked the strings with her fingers. Different musical instruments appeared beside her, including a played violin, a gently struck xylophone, and a small bell that occasionally rippled. The melody became more ethereal and distant, as if seeing the scene of a poem story from tens of millions of years ago.

For the third song, all the musical instruments disappeared, and only the girl's gently stroking lyre remained on the scene again. A soft singing voice rang out. This was the first time that Tilan sang in front of everyone. The voice seemed to pass through the distant mist, slowly brushing past her ears, leaving a faint fragrance.

Just wait
Wait

Though wide he may roam
Though he may wander

Always
one day

A hero comes home
The hero will return home

He goes where no one has gone
He went where no one had gone before

But always
But one day

A hero comes home
The hero will return home

He knows of places unknown
He knows where no one knows

Always
one day

A hero comes home
The hero will return home

He goes where no one has gone
He went where no one had gone before

But always
But one day

A hero comes home
The hero will return home

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At the end of the ancient epic described in the song, after defeating the monster that brought countless disasters, the scarred hero fell down, and his companions loaded his body onto a small boat and watched him slowly drift away.

The greatness of the hero does not lie in the fact that he killed the monster, but in the fact that he finally faced his own terrible mistake, corrected it with his life, and ended the cycle of endless sadness.

The real victory is often not something that collapses after the most intense battle, but a kind of pain that people have long forgotten inadvertently.

This suffering is called hunger, disease, thirst, homelessness, and sleepless nights.

Beautiful things are like soft and silent melodies, always hidden in the most inconspicuous place in the background. Only when you wake up from a dream, will you discover how rare and precious these seemingly ordinary things are, and how they are the unattainable dreams of people in the past.

(End of this chapter)