Xingtie, started with a guitar, and made a living by singing

This confrontation, lines, and actions were so standard that they seemed to appear only in comics. Wendy, who was watching the show from the back, immediately clapped her hands in amazement.

"—Oh, in a situation like this, both sides have very strong skills in delivering harsh words!"

"Hehe. Of course not! Uncle Yang's lines and movements were all carefully designed by me. I guarantee that everyone who sees them will think they are very cool!"

While boasting about himself proudly, San Yueqi raised the camera hanging on his chest and took two photos.

I recorded Uncle Yang's highlight moment and also took a photo of Dan Heng who had just climbed out of the snow on the other side. Seeing her not doing her job properly, Dan Heng felt his blood pressure soar.

Shiluwa, who originally wanted to sacrifice herself heroically, could only scratch her face in embarrassment and quickly change the subject.

"...Uh... Come on, Wendy, can you understand what the Rift Monster is saying?"

Pera, who was watching the game, also heard of such a thing for the first time.

"Do they really have a language? All I hear is a chaotic noise."

"Hey, now I realize what you said, Wendy, have you ever learned the language of the Rift?!"

March 7, who realized it later, was also surprised.

After traveling for so long, it is not the first time to deal with the companion monsters produced by the star core, but most of them are eager to fight and lack sufficient intelligence to communicate with other creatures. Fighting is the main theme. But now there are people who can understand the words of the creatures of the rift. Doesn’t that mean that the star core has become a spirit?

Walter, who was quite curious about this, cast an inquiring look at Wendy. According to Bronya, the core of this planet was sealed by the Lord God of Wind, but how it was sealed and what the result was, everyone could only guess from the disappearance of the cold wave that the process must have been smooth and worry-free.

This unknown situation made Walter's scholar side eager to take action. Perhaps he could talk to Wendy about this matter in detail later.

On the other hand, facing everyone's doubts, Wendy smiled and showed the true meaning of a slacker.

"I don't know if there's such a thing as the Sundering Tongue, but if it means understanding what the other person is saying, I can still do it. She's actually been repeating our names since a while ago."

"Repeat our names? Does she know us?"

Shiluwa murmured to herself, and then suddenly woke up.

"No, so the rumors aren't false, but real. That monster is Cocolia?!"

"..."

After hearing this familiar name, Walter, who was originally in confrontation with him, finally understood where the inexplicable anger in his heart came from.

He frowned and decided to hit harder later. It would be a shame to miss such a rare opportunity to vent his anger.

Although the other party is not the original Cocolia, judging from what they do, they are birds of a feather.

And there was someone present who hated this name even more than he did. Shiluwa stared at the Guardian's Shadow, his tone full of resentment.

"Cocolia...you're such a haunting woman! Even though the planet's cold snap has ended, you still manage to find your way back into my sight from some corner."

"Shiluwa, calm down! That was just an illusion created by the Rift. The real Cocolia died long ago when the cold wave disappeared!"

Seeing that Shiluwa's mood was a little strange, Pella quickly reminded her.

"You bastard... These past few days since I learned of your death, I've been wondering why you could make such a choice. First, you ended my research, then you destroyed our lives, and finally arrested me and put me in jail. How much do you need to take from others before you feel satisfied?"

Shiluwa's emotions had reached the critical point of explosion, and everyone could only watch them silently.

Just as Shiluwa had hoped she would react, the Guardian Shadow's pale face once again revealed an arrogant attitude of superiority.

"Silva! There is no place for you in the new world promised by the Star Core—!"

Wendy pinched her throat and pretended to be the same majestic soprano as Cocolia when she was alive. Not only did it make Shiluwa feel extremely involved, it also made everyone's eyes look even more strange. He just smiled harmlessly at this.

However, Shiluwa could still distinguish between friends and enemies. After taking out her superlaser instrument, she took a deep breath, brushed her fingertips across the strings, creating a rhythmic electric current, her eyes fixed on Cocolia, and spoke in a deep voice.

"In that case, Cocolia—let's settle the old matter between us once and for all here!"

Another war is about to begin... I don't think so.

The Guardian's Shadow, who was already at the end of his strength, was unable to withstand the siege of the crowd, not to mention that after Walter joined, the battle became a one-sided crushing defeat.

With everyone willing to give way, Shiluwa delivered a final blow to the Guardian's Shadow. The electric guitar broke, and the performance ended along with the memories of the past.

Before dying, the Guardian Shadow was still cursing maliciously:

“█Shiluwa█Shi██Luwa█Shi█Lu█ █Wa██ ████ █…

█ ███ you █ █ why █ ██ forever ██……

██It’s so █ ...

However, Wendy did not continue to repeat such a disappointing remark, and after confirming that the battle was over, Pella retracted the suspended reconnaissance device, and the detection data displayed on it had returned to normal.

The temperature here is gradually rising, and the remaining rifts can no longer form monsters, and can only face the fate of withering and dying.

These signs indicated that the crisis was over. Pella breathed a sigh of relief and sincerely thanked everyone, "Thank you all for your help, pioneers. The anomaly has been exorcised, and this crisis has come to an end."

Listening to Pella's gentle voice, March 7 was in a very good mood and even made a boast.

"Huh, is that all your strength? We can still defeat ten of them!"

"Oh, you're worthy of being members of the Star Train crew. You're truly Beloberg's heroes~"

Wendy suggested while praising him.

"To express our gratitude and to celebrate the end of the incident, let's go to the Rockburning Olm Hut and have a party! Let's not get drunk or—Ouch, that hurts?!"

Xier, who was originally staying at the corner of the battlefield, was now pinching his face expressionlessly.

"How dare you say that, you were just watching the whole thing from the back?"

"Wow... that's such an exaggeration! I'm trying my best to cheer everyone on!"

Wendy spoke in a wronged tone, but for Xier, this pitiful behavior could no longer move her heart.

Now her heart is as hard as stone and will never be easily shaken. She will definitely teach this willful free bastard a lesson.

Everyone watching this scene felt the atmosphere was much more harmonious. Even the most bitter and vengeful Shiluwa burst into laughter. Although her smile was a little ugly and her makeup was a little smudged, but -

Now she just feels relaxed all over, and the big stone in her heart has finally fallen to the ground. She just wants to enjoy the free life in the future.

She hooked her arm around Wendy's shoulder, pressed her full body against the boy's androgynous face, and spoke with great pride.

"Wendy's right. We should have a proper party. It would be great if we could have a competition to see whose music is more popular!"

"Huh? I'd rather drink than sing. And different genres have different audiences, so forcing a comparison will only hurt both sides!"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. We're happy today, even if we lose!"

Xiluwa pulled Wendy, as if she was afraid that he would not agree.

Xier, whose beloved "toy" was taken away, naturally would not give up. With the strength that was enough to crush stones with her fists, she directly snatched Wendy back.

In the end, for some reason, even March Seven joined in the competition. Although it was obvious that she was simply immersed in having fun, a certain literary girl was still troubled by the popularity of her bookish companion.

"...Really? If I keep being this popular, I won't even have time to read quietly anymore."

She whispered quietly in her heart, and for some reason, a hint of bitterness arose in her heart.

But other than that, I think it's fine this way.

Maybe it's not a bad idea to keep this relationship eternal at such a distance?

But just when she was so sad, the poet with a charming face came to her side without her knowing. His smile was as bright and dazzling as the portrait she painted, but in the blink of an eye it turned into his unique cunning smile.

"Pella, help me! You're the band's second-in-command. You can talk her down if you want, right?!"

"No. Don't even think about it. I won't let you go this time!"

Pyrrha grabbed the hem of his clothes, and a sweet smile appeared on her always calm and gentle face.

"Hey, aren't we best friends?!"

"I don't have any scumbag friends who only emphasize relationships when they need help!"

Miss Pera's unique insight into Wendy's weaknesses and her usual sharp criticism immediately caused the Wendy to suffer a great defeat.

Just like that, in a happy atmosphere, the runaway god of Beloberg was finally "invited" back.

Although the process was not something that could be told to outsiders, it was in line with his wishes, so a banquet was held that night.

The poet, who was drunk at the banquet, never thought of it until the end.

This banquet is free only for members of the Silver Mane Iron Guard and the Underfire.

Therefore, before paying him back for the expensive wine he drank, Wendy would probably have to work overtime with Bronya in Crippleburg for a long time...

Chapter 105: Want to Say Goodbye

——After the incident ended, the area around Beloberg was cleared and people were allowed to explore freely.

During this period, apart from the occasional ancient mechas with logical code errors that came out to cause trouble, the Legion of Destruction surprisingly did not encounter any soldiers.

This is of course contrary to common sense. After all, it is impossible that these old popsicles that have been frozen for more than 700 years have melted along with the ice, right?

So, who else besides Wendy can possess such strength and do these things?

Therefore, even though Wendy still looked nonchalant, the other train crew members still had some respect for him.

Even when asked by March 7 whether he did it, Wendy pretended to be "mysterious" and asked them to keep it a secret, saying that he had thrown them away somewhere and now only some ice sculptures were left to be used as replicas for the Beloberg Historical Museum.

This lack of airs and the feeling of "friends" keeping little secrets from each other made the relationship between Wendy and the pioneers progress rapidly.

Whether he is Wendy or He is Barbatos, perhaps just like the breeze blowing through the streets, he always silently carries away the dust of the world and gives people a peaceful and quiet afternoon.

Two days later, the Wind Flower Festival came to an end. The wind flowers chosen by the people were all strange and varied, but each one embodied their beliefs and wishes.

Wendy also appeared above the city as promised. At that moment, she received the devout faith of tens of thousands of people, and her body even glowed with a faint divine light.

This time he was wearing a white hooded ceremonial robe, and he also accepted the wind flower that was chosen by the people and presented to him by the guardian.

It is a white wild flower that makes people feel cool and quiet when looking at it.

It was completely different from the feeling Wendy gave people, but perhaps when no one knew, he had also quietly sung the song of homesickness like this.

"——Hmm, so it's this? After going around in circles, it finally came back to me."

Hearing this, Bronya felt inexplicably uneasy.

"Lord Barbatos..."

"Okay, don't be so reserved. Relax a little. Now that you've found this original wind flower for me, it's my turn to fulfill my promise."

Wendy took the Cecilia flower and pinned it on the end of her hair, as a recognition of its "honor" as the first wind flower, and the people below burst into cheers.

Such a celebration made him feel a little excited. Of course, regardless of whether the wind flower presented this time was it or not, he would acknowledge its identity as the "first wind flower".

For Wendy, the most important thing is not whether people have found the original Wind Flower, but whether they can find their own Wind Flower in the process of searching.

It can be a soul yearning for freedom, or the courage to follow the direction of the wind...

All things that are beautiful and worthy of blessing can be "flowers of the wind".

Flowers of blessing, flowers of respect, flowers of deep love. Everyone has their own "flower of wind", and everyone has the right to freely define it.

This is the true meaning of the Wind Flower Festival.

Therefore, when people work so hard to offer him such precious things, he naturally has to give back with a "thank you gift"!

He took out the Feilin from his arms, this good companion who had accompanied him from the day he first came to the world.

The wooden harp had soft traces of wind, and when he gently plucked it, it would produce sounds like the music of nature.

When you think about it carefully, time really flies by without you noticing.

And do I still remember my original intention?

Looking at the people who were eagerly waiting, he smiled gently.

Mind silently.

——If you are trapped in a windless place, I will play the song of the sky for you.

Thus, the wind god gently strokes the strings of the zither, and the winds play a concerto for it. Every wisp of longing is cleverly matched with the fresh melody, which is bright, gentle and clear.

This is a song for spring. In the future, there may be songs for summer, autumn, and winter.