After reading the description of Main Quest 4, Luigi's eyes flashed with understanding.
The descriptions of Main Quest 4 and Main Quest 2 were almost the same.
The only difference was that Main Quest 4 had an additional "waiting" part. Just like Main Quest 2, Luigi had to talk to Uriel and make choices during the conversation to influence the following path.
Even though it was just a simple conversation with Uriel, it sounded simple.
However, in Luigi's opinion, this "talking" quest was even harder than the Fixed Seat Trial.
The Fixed Seat Trial was a straight path. There would be bumps along the way, but they could be resolved. As long as one could overcome them, the path ahead would be smooth …
At least, one would not take the wrong path.
Talking to Uriel, however, was different. Every word Luigi said would change Uriel's opinion of Luigi.
The final path of the quest depended on how Uriel viewed Luigi. In other words, the choices Luigi made during the conversation would greatly influence the path of the quest.
In short, talking to Uriel was like standing at the beginning of a path with countless forks. Luigi had to make choices again and again. And every choice he made would lead him to a different fork in the road.
It was impossible for all these forks to be the right path. Most of them were wrong.
To reach the final destination, one had to choose the right path from the beginning to the end. Otherwise, it would be a wasted trip.
There was only one chance.
There was no chance of making a mistake.
In Luigi's opinion, talking was not easy at all.
"As long as your goal remains the same and you keep moving toward it, you don't have to worry about making choices. Your heart will help you find the right one."
Luigi remained silent for a moment and nodded. "You're right."
Why did Luigi come to Uriel's quest?
Because the clown from Sunshine Circus told him that there was a stage he wanted here.
Why did Luigi keep playing in front of Uriel and fight for the top three spots?
Uriel told him that in order to reach the "stage of dreams", he had to become one of the top three in the Empire Music Troupe.
Yes, Luigi only had one goal: to reach the stage of dreams.
If Uriel did not want to go, and if the chief musician did not want to go, so be it!
He longed for a stage and a performance.
For the sake of this stage, for the sake of gaining the audience's approval, he had come to Uriel's dungeon. That was why he had been entangled with Uriel until now.
As long as his goal did not change, then no matter how difficult the choice was, no matter how many forks in the road, it would not affect the overall situation.
But then again, during the second main mission, Kieran had already made his stance clear to Uriel. Between the Dazzling Stage and the Stage of Dreams, he chose the Stage of Dreams.
That was why Uriel had asked him to fight for the top three spots and gave him the "Recommendation Letter of the Chief Singer of the Empire Music Group."
Back then, they had already said what they needed to say. Why did they want to talk now? Additionally, the content of the conversation would still affect the dungeon's flow …
What was going on?
What exactly was the conversation in Main Mission 4?
Luigi was very puzzled, but he could only put it aside for now. After all, Uriel had not returned, nor had he entered the state of "dreaming". He could only wait for the next time he saw Uriel.
…
Far away in space and time.
Great Tasman Empire, Dawn City, night.
The song had ended. Uriel's head was sprawled on the harp table, sweat dripping down his face, leaving a wet stain on the walnut wood chopping board.
"If it had been at the banquet, this song would have been in the top three … and the Chief Singer would have liked it." Uriel's eyes were in a daze as he muttered to himself.
"But it was all a dream."
"There was no one to play the harp, and this song did not exist …" Uriel mumbled to himself.
Uriel grumbled to himself. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. "If it was a dream, why was I able to reproduce this song?" The style of this song is completely different from what I'm familiar with. If not for this dream, I would never have heard this style of music in my life … "
"Moreover, I've been hearing different songs every day for the past few days, and the style is completely different … Why is that?"
"Was it really a dream?"
"Or is it that somewhere far away, someone is playing this piece of music?"
"But even if that's the case, why am I hearing it?"
Uriel slowly sat up, an image flashing through his mind … Gentle eyes, long golden hair.
This was his partner.
Another rebel who had died under the oppression of the Church.
"Is it … you?" Uriel whispered to the air.
The air could not answer him, but Uriel's eyes were still in a daze. "Why did you let me hear this song? You should know that after you left, I never wanted to open the doors of the Church of Arts again … "
"You clearly know that my dreams and my future will die with your departure."
"But why did you let me hear this?"
"Do you want me to stop, or do you want me to … go there?"
Uriel muttered to himself, his eyes growing more and more dazed. In a daze, it was as if the dead were standing beside him … Even the cold air carried the warmth of an old friend.
No!
There really was someone beside him! This warmth was not fake!
Uriel woke up abruptly, his eyes flying open.
When he saw who it was, Uriel's eyes slowly calmed.
Indeed, there was someone beside him, but it was not an old friend. It was a hale and hearty old man. He was dressed neatly in a suit and leather shoes. Despite his white hair, he did not look lethargic. In fact, he looked even more energetic than Uriel.
"You … Why are you here?" Uriel asked softly, his eyes downcast.
From his tone, it was clear that this was someone he knew.
And it was indeed so. It was Butler Cha, the man closest to him, the man who had watched him grow up. Ever since he had been kicked out of the family by his father, he had rarely seen Butler Cha.
But even though Uriel had never met Butler Cha, he knew that he would often come here to bring him daily necessities.
Butler Cha would also secretly leave some pocket money in his drawer.
Butler Cha would leave a message saying that it was from his father … But Uriel knew that his father cared about his reputation. Without the title of the Imperial Music Troupe, his father would not care even if he was a blood relative.
The so-called pocket money was more of Butler Cha's own allowance and what the Head Conductor gave him.
Uriel respected this butler, who had loved him since he was a child. Even if he had broken through the door in the middle of the night, or even gone to the attic bedroom, Butler Cha would not dare act rashly …
"I'm not breaking through the door." Butler Cha knew Uriel too well. Uriel rolled his eyes and guessed what was on his mind. "I was just passing by and saw that your door was open. I thought I'd help you close it."
But just as he was about to close the door, Butler Cha heard the sound of a piano from the attic.
The fierce notes were like knives cutting through the night, plunging into a furnace of fire.
Butler Cha could not help but listen. He could even hear the hidden meaning of the piano piece … Uriel's dissatisfaction with the religion. He would rather destroy himself than play this sad song.
Butler Cha knew very well why Uriel had quit the music troupe, why he was depressed in this rundown house. Everything stemmed from 'his' departure.
And 'his' departure was caused by the Church of Light.
So Uriel playing this sad song in the middle of the night was actually a tribute to 'him'?
Butler Cha felt sorry for Uriel, but he was also secretly happy … After leaving the troupe, Uriel had rarely touched the piano. A few days ago, when he'd visited, the instrument had been covered in dust.
It was as if Uriel had completely abandoned his identity as a musician.
Now that Uriel was playing the piano again, although the music was full of anger, Butler Zha saw it as a good start.
Perhaps Uriel had plans to walk out of his decadent life?
Butler Cha had unknowingly made his way to the attic, wanting to have a long talk with Uriel.
But when he saw Uriel's evasive gaze, he knew that Uriel had not yet walked out of the shadows …
Nothing good would come out of any discussion with him now. It might even lead to Uriel's rebellious thoughts.
Ah, how helpless. He was twenty years late to the rebellious phase of his youth …
Butler Cha shook his head, lamenting his own hardships. The young master had not been rebellious in his youth. Who would have thought that in his middle age, he would be rebellious?
Perhaps it was because he'd been holding back for most of his life, but this rebellion was even more serious.
He refused to bow down, not even to return home.
As the butler who had watched him grow up, the only thing he could do was … tolerate.
If he couldn't tolerate Uriel, then who could?
Butler Cha shook his head, skillfully gathering the dirty clothes on the bed. He scolded in a low voice, "If you want to practice, do it during the day. Aren't you afraid of disturbing the people around you in the middle of the night?"
"There's no one living nearby." Uriel retorted instinctively. "The nearest neighbor is the home of that crying woman. She's still awake, so I can't disturb her."
"The point isn't disturbing the people, it's that you should sleep at night and come back to work in the morning." Butler Cha quickly gathered the dirty clothes and straightened the quilt.
"The quilt reeks of alcohol. You'll have to sleep here tonight. I'll come back in the morning to change your bed."
Uriel wanted to refuse, but he knew that even if he did, Butler Cha would not listen. This was not a discussion, but a notice.
With that thought, Uriel sighed deeply. He did not speak.
Butler Cha picked up the dirty clothes. "I'll take these and the pile on the sofa downstairs. I'll bring them back to you when I'm done."
Uriel did not reply. Instead, he pursed his lips. "You're not asleep either, and you're still running around outside. It's dangerous at night. "
The first half of the sentence was a complaint, but Butler Cha knew that was just a statement. The second half was the main point.
"I'm not alone," Butler Cha said. "There are guards outside."
"Guards?" Uriel paused. He walked to the window and looked down.
As expected, there was a group of carriages parked outside his yard. Beside the carriages stood a group of guards and a white-robed cleric.
The cleric seemed to notice Uriel's gaze. He looked up.
When he saw Uriel's face, the cleric smiled and waved. "Long time no see … You played well. Your skills haven't deteriorated."
Uriel snorted and let the curtains fall.
The cleric below was his playmate for many years. He was now a white-robed cleric of the Church of Glory.
He did not believe that the cleric could not detect the rebellious tone in his music.
But it did not matter. Uriel's old friend appeared to be devout to the gods, but that was only on the surface. As long as there was no real action, he did not care about any "anti-religious" behavior.
"Why is he following you?" Uriel asked.
Uriel knew his old friend all too well. He was lazy, undisciplined, and lacked ambition. In fact, his laziness was even more serious than his current situation. The only difference was that when he was lazy, he would take care of his image. Uriel, on the other hand, was completely disheveled.
That was why Uriel was puzzled when he saw the cleric appear beside the carriages.
"He's looking for the master." Butler Cha carefully wiped the piano with an oily handkerchief.
"Father?" Uriel's brows furrowed. "What happened?"
"Nothing serious," Butler Cha said. "He wants to borrow some guards. He's going to the Evening Light Port to bring a cleric back to the Church of Glory."
Butler Cha's words were vague. To put it bluntly, a cleric had died at the Evening Light Port a few hundred miles away from Dawnlight City. He needed to be brought back to Dawnlight City for burial.
"It's not hard to get to the Evening Light Port. Just follow the River of Troubles. Why would he need to borrow my father's guards?"
Butler Cha looked at Uriel helplessly. "Oh, you. Ever since you came here, you've stopped caring about the outside world."
Uriel: "???"
"I remember I bought you a newspaper. You should have a few days' worth of newspapers, right?"
Uriel hesitated. "I think so. If it's not here, I might have set it on fire …"
Butler Cha finished wiping the piano and put away the oil. "Give me a moment. I'll go down and look for it."
Not long after, Butler Cha came up from downstairs with a crumpled newspaper in his hand.
"Just this one page. Read it yourself." Butler Cha pointed at the headline and waved his hand. "I'll be going now. It's not good to keep others waiting. I'll come back in the morning."
"Remember to go to bed early after reading."
Butler Cha's voice faded into the night wind, accompanied by the sound of a carriage.
Uriel waited until Butler Cha was gone before he lay down on the clean bed and picked up the Dawn Morning Post.
There were three news articles on the page Butler Cha had pointed to.
"Due to the war in the east, the lower section of the river has been sealed off ahead of schedule. Will be unsealed next spring." This was the most important news on this page.
"Forty bandits have appeared on the northern route from Dawn City to the Evening Light Port. Travellers should be careful." This was the second news.
Uriel had a rough idea of the situation after reading these two news articles.
The River of Troubles had been sealed off, so it was impossible to follow the river to the Evening Light Port.
The water route was out of the question, so he had to go by land.
The closest route to the Evening Light Port was the northern route. It was a trade route, and his family's guards were the most familiar with it.
Plus, there were bandits on the northern route. If he wanted to go to the Evening Light Port, it would make sense to ask his father's guards to escort him.
Uriel had thought it would be something big, but it was just a small matter.
He shook his head and glanced at the last news article. "Fog in the swamps near the southern route of Dawn City. Evil spirits appear."
"Ghosts and gods. It must be a trick by the Church of Glory."
It was nothing more than scaring the masses to gain faith.
How boring.
Uriel put the newspaper aside.
Perhaps it was because of the hard work he had put in playing the piano and the sweat on his forehead, but he felt inexplicably tired. Perhaps he should sleep a little longer?
With that in mind, Uriel's body slowly slid under the blanket. The warmth of the blanket was like a seal, drawing him into a dark and sweet dreamland …
(End of Chapter)
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