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

But no matter what, now there is only the "person" immersed in the song and the "god" playing the music.

Even after the song ended, people were still in shock and there was silence.

But this doesn’t mean that I don’t like it or don’t understand it.

But -

Because it's so beautiful, I don't want it to end.

Everyone wanted to listen further, but Wendy just handed the harp to Bronya and spoke softly in her equally dazed eyes.

"My friend, do you still remember our agreement?"

"of course."

Bronya's response was resolute and resolute, which also made Wendy very happy with her growth.

In the past, she always carried many burdens. These pressures were both the driving force for her growth and the source of her lack of freedom.

But if she wants, it's not impossible for Wendy to kidnap her like in "The Graduate"!

"Then wait for me there tonight."

"……and many more!"

Before Bronya could react, Wendy slipped away from her fingers like the wind, leaving only a harp used by a god in her arms.

The atmosphere at the scene became even more lively! Believers also offered prayers, and others also stared at this scene with wide eyes.

This is undoubtedly a divine weapon. The guardian who can receive such an award will surely be able to lead everyone to a better and more peaceful life.

In this atmosphere, Bronya, who originally had a faint blush on her face, came back to her senses and tried her best to suppress the uneasiness and surprise in her heart.

She raised her harp high and announced, "This year's Wind Flower Festival has concluded successfully. The person awarded the title of Wind Flower Star by Lord Barbatos is Pelagia Sergeyevna!"

This made the literary girl who had originally anonymously handed over the Cecilia flower suddenly freeze. How could she have known there was such a thing going on?!

When she subconsciously tried to hide behind a tall person, she was spotted by the sharp-eyed Lady Bronya. Then she walked down the stairs with a clatter. People made way for her and looked at Pera with curiosity, envy and expectation.

Surrounded by the crowd, Bronya brought her to the stage and handed her the harp.

The harp felt as smooth as a poet's hand, and she also felt a sense of shyness and a desire to speak.

"Don't be nervous, Pella. As the star of this year's Windblume Festival, do you have anything to say to everyone?"

"Hmm... uh..." Even though she silently recited the intelligence officer's principle of staying calm in her mind, Pella still found it difficult to control her current thoughts.

Should I pretend to be pious and say, "Long live Lord Barbatos!"; or should I pretend to be reserved and say, "This is not my own credit"?

Or you could use the distraction trick and say, "——Lord Barbatos is also a reader of "Snow Country Adventure Tales", please gather here, fellow book lovers!"

No, no, no... Absolutely not, she is really not good at handling this kind of situation!

Wow, the anxious intelligence officer is about to have her brain overloaded!

Finally, she shyly held the harp in front of her face and whispered, "Although I won this time, I will win next time and the next time too!"

"Ha—this is your first time awarding an honor, and you're already thinking of taking all the future Wind Flower Festival Stars!? How dare you say that, little Pella!"

Shiluwa below was cheering loudly, and those who were inspired by such "arrogant" remarks also made threats and agreed to meet again next year.

Bronya, who was both troubled and inexplicably happy about the situation, smiled and watched her with high morale.

However, in the corner of her eye, there was a purple-haired girl walking briskly and elegantly.

She actually also handed in the Wind Flower that she approved of, which was a bright red flower that looked like underground fire.

But, in the end, he was not selected.

"Xie'er..."

She must be unhappy, right?

--night.

After leaving the majestic Krippenburg, Bronya headed to the lower district.

The once dead silent scene has now been changed. People are no longer so pessimistic and desperate, but are discussing the interesting things they encountered during the event.

In terms of security, the Iron Guards did not think about regaining control, but stood on the side of the Earth Fire as an assistant and cooperated with each other.

Compared with the upper district, the lower district has undergone more changes. Illegal businesses such as underground black boxing gyms have been completely closed down, and the owners have been sent to prison.

However, when he was arrested, he did not show any remorse. Instead, he shouted angrily: It was he who gave the people in the lower district a chance to survive. Otherwise, even if they didn't want to live, it would not be their turn to fight and make money.

This made Bronya feel that she still had a lot to do. Whether it was social infrastructure construction or people's psychological conditions, she needed to follow up step by step.

However, she didn't want to let these things run wild in her mind, and wanted to talk to Wendy slowly. If it were him, he would definitely have some weird ideas.

She walked through the familiar streets and passed by the lonely girl's cottage. This time she did not hear the sad music of the music box, but the quietness of the night instead.

The nights in Rivet Town were very quiet, as the monsters that once roamed here had long been cleared out.

Reconstruction work is currently underway, but progress has been slow due to the busy schedule in the lower areas and the difficulty in allocating materials and manpower.

But even so, the construction on the exterior has basically been completed, and it should look completely different by next year.

However, this does not include the only orphanage in Rivet Town.

After all, it should be considered one of the few relatively intact places in Rivet Town, and it also carries the past of Bronya, Seele, and many other children who failed to escape the disaster and cannot be "overturned and started over."

Before she knew it, Bronya also arrived at the foot of the mountain where the orphanage was located, and she also met Seele who had come there for some unknown reason.

But judging from her appearance, it seemed more like he was waiting for her here specifically rather than a coincidence.

Thinking of Seele's gloomy expression today, Bronya also said, "Seele, you..."

"Don't talk for now. Let me ask you, why are you here in this place when you're not working overtime at Fort Kripple?"

Xier asked bluntly.

"Well...I just..."

"The street singer asked you to come here, right?"

For some reason, Bronya sensed a certain coldness in her words.

However, there are also some doubtful thoughts.

"Could it be, Xi'er, you too?"

"No, no matter how crazy that guy is, he wouldn't ask us to meet at the same place at the same time, right?"

Xier's cool face has a little awkwardness.

She was just depressed because she was not invited or "selected", and felt that the noisy place in the upper area was not suitable for her. She took advantage of the holiday after the mutation to run to the lower area to wander around and relax.

After accidentally discovering Bronya in disguise, Seele knew that she must have come for a date. Only that guy would ask a girl to meet in a place like this.

During this period of time, she could more or less feel the gap between the upper and lower areas.

People in the upper class seem to be somewhat indecisive in their style of doing things and their attitude towards certain things, unlike people in the lower class who are decisive and resolute.

But this is only because they have a choice, while people in the lower districts have no choice. If they want to survive here, they must first learn to be less pretentious.

For Bronya, she had many opportunities to choose, but for Seele, she only had one chance.

Whether she fails or succeeds, she intends to see it through to the end.

Perhaps they noticed something from her expression, and the girls, who were not unfamiliar with the love they had for each other, finally chose to walk up the long stairs together.

In silent companionship, they walked to the end, and on the swing of the orphanage, the familiar figure was sitting alone on the swing.

His robes fluttered as he rose and fell, making people want to kick him away like a badminton.

Noticing the two people coming, Wendy jumped off the swing. After brushing the dust off her butt, she showed a bright and friendly smile again.

"You are here!"

"It's not 'Why are you here?' It's 'Why are you here?'"

Xier pointed out the loophole in his words and spoke rudely.

"You don't look like you're surprised I'm here."

"That's Seele's style after all. I wouldn't be surprised if you showed up anywhere in the lower district~"

Wendy came up to her, her expression easygoing.

However, Xier soon hooked her arm around his shoulders, physically shortening the distance between them.

"Okay, stop flattering me. First, tell me what you want from her."

"Well... let's just fulfill our previous agreement, and then - let's say goodbye in advance."

After these words were spoken, both Seele and Bronya were stunned.

"..."

"Huh? You seem surprised."

"You'd be surprised if you weren't! You suddenly said you wanted to say goodbye. What do you want to do?"

Xier no longer had those beautiful thoughts at this time, but asked anxiously.

"Is it because the train crew invited you?"

Bronya was relatively rational, but her heart also sank.

"Hehe. That's one of the reasons, but actually I've wanted to travel a long time ago."

Wendy looked at the two people with different reactions and softened her tone.

"Have I ever told you about my wish—"

Chapter 106: Kissed by Two People Together!?

"To talk about my wish, I need to start with another story—"

Wendy took out another harp that was very similar to Fehling's from her bosom and began to sing.

"In the past, in the world I lived in, there were beings called Demons. They fought each other for their own desires, causing the flames of war to rage endlessly and the earth to be devastated.

Faced with the unpredictable demons who are like natural disasters, the people of the mortal world are insignificant and humble. The only way to survive is to sacrifice their dignity and be kept captive by the demons like livestock.

The era in which I lived was later known as the Old Mond period. Back then, people's cities were engulfed in hurricane-force winds, preventing even birds from passing. The relentless winds ground the earth and rocks within the city into a fine sand.

Accompanied by the sound of piano and the poet's singing, the past of Barbatos was told.

"The King of Winds atop the tower is Decarapian, the 'Demon of the Tornado.' He gazes down upon his subjects, who bow before the endless breaths of wind, and considers them obedient, a fact he finds very satisfying. He believes they love him as much as he loves them."

Hearing this, without Wendy saying much, Seele and Bronya also knew that it was time for Barbatos, the "hero", to appear next.

In fact, they also asked: "What about you, Wendy?"

"Back then, I was but a wisp among the thousand winds howling across the northern lands. Before I was called 'Barbatos,' I possessed no demonic power, but merely a tiny elemental spirit on the wind, a wisp that could bring a small ray of hope and opportunity."

Although everyone expressed doubts about this, fortunately, the story atmosphere was well-created, so no one raised any questions.

The poet of the wind continued to reminisce.

"In a country ruled by a tyrant, I met a young man who knew how to play the harp and pursue his own poetry. But he was born within a wall of wind and had never seen the blue sky.

——"I want to see birds flying."

The boy's eyes were stubborn, and there was a light in them. But his voice was almost drowned out by the whistling wind, because the tornado only collected the hymns, leaving no other sound.

But the real sky, the poetry and songs outside the cage... aren't they wishes worth fighting for?

So the young man invited me: Come with me—crush the tyrant and tear apart the wind wall!

The melodious and clear piano music gradually became louder, igniting the fighting spirit in the hearts of the listeners.

"The young man raised the banner of rebellion, and I joined the battle for freedom. Those who broke free from their cages triumphed, crumbling the throne of the gods, stirring up chaos, and shaking the nations.

In the smoke we witnessed the death of the tyrant, in the ashes we saw the tower crumble. Thus, the beginning of "New Mond" -

Since then, no one has ever sat on the throne again."

The poet's tone becomes low and depressed as the story comes to an end.

“However, even though I won, I was unable to fulfill my promise to the boy.