Someone from Dark Castle came to the Krakoks to select a new choir? Is this the only time? Or is it always like this?
While Shadow was lost in thought, Papaya blinked her emerald eyes and waited for Shadow's answer.
Shadow rolled his eyes and quickly came up with a lie. "No, it's my wife, Fiona. I'm here to give her a surprise. Don't tell anyone."
"Really?" Papaya's cheeks flushed. "Really? I won't tell anyone! "
Shadow then asked a few more questions, such as the location of Hippocrotee and whether there was anything strange about the Krakoks' territory.
Papaya quickly answered the first question. She even invited Angor to come with her to Hippocrotee tomorrow, but Angor declined.
As for the second question, Papaya mentioned some strange rumors that had nothing to do with what Angor and Shadow wanted to know.
Angor and Shadow chatted through their Spirit Bond for a while. But in Papaya's eyes, the conversation was already over.
Seeing that Angor and Shadow were no longer talking, Papaya put on an innocent smile and walked to the center of the table. "Brother Diablo, Brother Angor, thank you so much for your hospitality."
Papaya smiled shyly. "I don't have anything to thank you for. How about I sing a poem for you?"
Angor smiled and gestured for Papaya to do as she pleased.
Papaya nodded and closed her eyes. Then she began to sing.
"The first hero broke into a garden full of flowers with a sword in hand. Under the longing of the red-haired princess, he plucked the first rose stained with morning dew."
Papaya's singing seemed to have a halo around her.
Her melodious voice intertwined with each other as if it was the sound of nature.
In addition to her exquisite face and pure temperament, those pure and beautiful images were engraved in his heart at this moment.
"The second hero hid his anger and hid in the kingdom of serpents. Hiding behind the mask of a cunning human, he waited for the dawn of the second night amidst the flames of war."
Angor had heard many operas and poems before. When he was young, he was forced by his mother to write some poems that seemed to be full of ups and downs, but they were all made up. With these experiences, his level of appreciation for poetry had risen sharply.
Still, Papaya's performance still impressed him.
It might not be the most beautiful aria he had ever heard, but it was the most melodious and mellow voice he had ever heard.
Sometimes clear, sometimes deep, sometimes holy, sometimes lonely. Every tone carried a corresponding emotion, making people unable to help but indulge in it.
"The third hero has spread his wings and stepped into the dark castle. As the high priest gently chanted, he picked up his scepter and welcomed the third glorious guest."
Papaya's singing attracted the attention of the Teacup Band from a corner of the Nightmare Domain.
The teacups floated in the air and circled around Papaya. When Papaya entered the next chapter, they began to play the piano, the oboe, the horn, and the harp.
Angor always thought that the teacup band's music was terrible. It was harsh, without any rhythm or key. But now, he realized that the teacup band's performance was as good as a large-scale opera. In fact, it was even better because of their great teamwork.
"The fourth hero has opened the door in the air with the hymn. Under the guidance of the glorious light, he opened the black tome and awakened the fourth soul."
The teacup band's performance became more and more exciting as Papaya's singing continued.
Maybe it was the perfect accompaniment, or maybe it was something else, but Papaya's performance was much better than usual. She brought the song that she had been reciting for thousands of years to new heights.
When the song was over, Papaya slowly opened her eyes and bowed to the audience.
When she saw the "teacup men" around her, she didn't feel scared at all. Instead, she happily high-fived them and praised their performance. She even said that it was better than the Sky Choir's performance.
"Well done. Do you know the meaning of the song?" Angor suddenly asked.
Papaya nodded. "Of course. It's the Krakoks' Hymn of Fairies. It's been passed down for thousands of years."
"Another thousand years." Angor grinned. He had been hearing about "thousands of years" ever since he arrived at Pocratee. Even Dodoro was a thousand-year-old monster.
"Thank you so much for your performance. It reminded me of many stories." Angor stood up and bowed to Papaya.
Papaya nodded shyly. "It's my pleasure."
"It's almost noon now. I need to go home. Granny is going to worry about me." Papaya suddenly spoke up after a brief conversation.
Angor nodded and snapped his fingers to cancel his Nightmare Domain. The three of them reappeared on the grassy field.
Papaya bowed to the two men and waved at them. She then ran down the mountain, leaving behind a string of bell-like giggles in the air.
…
When Papaya disappeared from their sight, Angor looked at Angor.
Shadow suddenly said, "Look at how scared the little girl is."
Angor shrugged. "She's better at acting than you are."
Yes, acting.
Papaya tried her best to stay calm, and she tried her best to be as innocent as possible. Both Shadow and Angor noticed Papaya's fear and anxiety from the very beginning.
Angor was able to manipulate people's five senses in his Nightmare Domain, which meant he had reached the peak of his ability to control emotions. Papaya was just a mortal. No matter how good she was at acting, she couldn't hide her emotions.
"How did you find out?" Angor asked Shadow. How did Shadow notice Papaya's acting?
"I don't believe that an innocent girl wouldn't be scared when she suddenly found herself in a giant's world," Shadow said. Moreover, whatever we asked her, she would obediently answer. She followed our wishes and didn't dare to cross the line at all. She might look innocent, but she's just a coward. She's just putting on an act. "
"She's so perfect that I can't find an excuse to punish her. What else can she do?"
Angor nodded. "But at least she's telling the truth."
Shadow snickered. "If she lied, she would've been dead by now."
"Are you that disrespectful to all ladies?"
"I only give respect to people with blonde hair and blue eyes, regardless of their gender, race, or age." Shadow hinted at him.
"What a freak." Angor turned his attention back to Papaya. To be honest, he was quite impressed by Papaya. He didn't plan to let her go, but in order to escape, she performed a wonderful poem that amazed him.
After the performance, while they were still immersed in the lingering music, he made a request to leave. The reason was also very warm and without any sharp edges.
Angor was quite impressed by the actor's acting skills, temperament, and ability to adapt to different situations.
So, he let her go.
But that didn't mean he was going to let her go. Before Papaya left, Angor placed a trace of nightmare aura between her eyebrows just in case.
At the same time, Angor sensed another familiar energy signature coming from Papaya's shadow. Without a doubt, it belonged to Shadow.
Angor and Shadow exchanged a knowing glance before they both disappeared into thin air.
They walked down the mountain together.
"What do you think of the poem she sang?" Shadow asked Angor through their Spirit Bond.
"Do you want to know about the content or the song?" "Yeah, I'm not sure.
"You have a problem with the tune?" Shadow chuckled.
"I think it's more like a narrative poem than an epic poem. The second and third paragraphs were about the war a thousand years ago and how the Krakoks were saved by the wizards of Dark Castle. But that's a bit too much of an exaggeration. If there really was such a hero, he wouldn't have been pushed to the brink of extinction by unarmed villagers. "Angor considered." As for the other two parts, I don't know about them. But I think the fourth stanza is about what happened in Dark Castle. "
"You're right. The fourth stanza is worth paying attention to."
Both of them were hiding, so Angor did not notice the curious look in Shadow's eyes.
Both Shadow and Angor wanted to keep it a secret. However, instead of hiding it in his mind, he chose to speak casually in a casual tone.
"Do you remember the second stanza? I think it's about 'the kingdom of serpents'. Back then, they were living in Hippocrac, the predecessor of Water Grasse. What do you mean by 'the kingdom of serpents'? "
"You're interested in the history of mortals too?" Shadow asked.
"I'm just curious."
Shadow didn't doubt him. After all, it was just a mortal's history. "Well, it's normal that you don't know. Zeal Dominion destroyed everything about that country. No one is allowed to talk about it, and no one is allowed to talk about it." Shadow said, "Actually, before Zeal Dominion took over this area, a thousand years ago, it was ruled by another country called Akesonya."
Akesolya? Angor's heart skipped a beat. He remembered the snake near Pocratee was called Akesolya.
"It's a strange kingdom. They worshipped a giant serpent as their sacred beast, so the 'kingdom of serpents' in Papaya's poem must be referring to Akesolya."
"What's the name of the serpent?" Angor asked.
"The name of the serpent? I don't know. But I think it's just a totem, right? Why would a spiritual symbol have a name? "
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