Dilu Bach stood on the stage without any tension, walked to the harp musician and asked politely:

"Can you borrow a harp?"

Before the musician could speak, the musician beside him said:

"Lend him!"

The musician shut up and stood up, giving the harp to Dilu Bach.

The fingers gently stroked the forty-seven strings of different lengths of the harp, and the smooth music rippled out.

Sitting next to the harp, Dilu Bach's hands began to wave the strings.

The music sounds like water, but it is not the trickle flowing in the stream, but like a dark river underground, running gloomy and without sunlight.

The music is running, always running, never stopping.

Plain, dark, without a trace of light.

A music that is so depressing that it makes people unable to breathe.

The little princess in the box looked at the man on the stage in a daze, and tears were filled with tears at some point.

The music stopped, and Dilu Bach stood up, raised his eyes for the first time, and looked directly at the audience below the stage.

"Some people call me greedy for life and fear of death!"

"Some people say I'm living a life of silence!"

"Some people also say I'm a coward!"

"I was silent for a long time, not because I had nothing to say, but because I don't know how to say it!"

Dilu Bach's voice was very clean, but at this time, his voice seemed to be filled with the war that had not yet dissipated in the north, with the hoarseness of fireworks.

"I am not a noble, I am not born in a noble family!"

“I have no people, nor followers.”

"I'm a Northland Ranger, I'm a Free Knight!"

The gaze of the lower part was so softer that he looked at Dilu Bach, who looked at him.

Rangers and Free Knights refer to extraordinary lives who do not want to be nobles, are not supported by civilians, and yearn for freedom.

If you are not offered, you will have no responsibility!

"But, this is not the reason why I left the North!"

This sentence suddenly became louder and louder.

Dilu Bach stretched out his right hand and pointed to the south.

"After the war broke out, I wandered among the ruins of the city occupied by the dead, looking for a surviving civilian, and took them to wander in the wilderness and search for a way to survive."

"We are always looking forward to the empire's counterattack army, and we are always looking forward to returning to our hometown!"

"But no, not one!"

"No reinforcements, no search and rescue teams, nothing!"

"We are hiding from the dead, we are looking for the army of the empire!"

"We wander in the ruins of the northern border, and we survive in the tide of the undead!"

"Three hundred and seventy-two civilians, this is the number of civilians I have found, one hundred and seventy women, fifty-two elderly men, fifty children!"

"I take them and look forward to the coming of dawn in the dark!"

"As a result, no, darkness, always darkness, no dawn!"

Dilu Bach's voice was torn apart and his face was already ferocious.

"Three hundred and seventy-two civilians, do you know how they died?"

Dilu Bach's tiger eyes were bloodshot and he looked around, but no one dared to look at him.

"I'm starving to death, all the fucking starving to death!"

The sound echoed on the stage, throughout the venue, and in all the private rooms.

"Starting to death!"

"Starting to death!"

"Starting to death!"

...

The little princess was already in tears, her slender voice muttering to herself:

"How could this happen? How could this happen!"

At this time, Dilu Bach spoke again!

"I rushed out alive. I was dead a few times, but I came back alive. I just wanted a chance to find an opportunity to speak and ask!"

The bloodshot eyes were ferocious like a demon. Dilu Bach's hand pointed to the south and pointed inch by inch to the audience.

"I want to ask you, whether the north is the land of the Otto Empire, whether the northern civilians are under the protection of Emperor Otto, whether the northern creatures are human races!"

"Even if I am a nobleman, even if I live a life of silence, even if I am greedy for life and fear of death, even if I am a coward!"

"Where are you?"

"Where are you?"

The roar echoed alone on the stage.

Facing such a Dilu Bach, the whole room was silent, no one said anything, and no one wanted to say anything.

In Taichung, only Dilu Bach's breathing sound seemed a bit heavy because of excitement, accompanied by the echo of his questioning.

The little princess looked up and looked at her personal maid, but she also got a pair of tears.

"Is what he said true?"

The little princess has never been so guilty, and has never been so timid under the eyes of a person.

Titian nodded with difficulty, then looked at the man on the stage. She did not associate the appearance of Dilu Bach with the matter that the fat man gave her. She thought it was an emergency and said:

"I don't know the specific things, but what he said about the situation in the north should be true!"

The little princess' golden eyes looked at the emotional outburst on the stage again, and she was a little bleak and her red lips pursed.

There must be many stories about this man!

Dilu Bach stood on the stage, sighed, bowed to the musician, and said:

"I'm sorry for disturbing your concert!"

The musician nodded silently, accepted Dilu Bach's apology, and asked:

"What's the name of the song you played?"

Dilu Bach was slightly stunned and said:

"The improvisation has no name."

"Then it's called the 372 tragedy song, attached to my symphony."

Dilu Bach waved his hand and walked off the stage without commenting.

The little princess got up, left from the private room passage, quickly arrived at the door, and watched the sad young man, holding the old horse with one leg, leaving desolately.

With simple golden eyes, looking at the back of a young man full of vicissitudes.

The sunset mischievously sprinkled the light on the two of them, and the shadow was stretched at the same time.

I don't know where love arises...

…………

Zhou Mo, with a group of knights covered with holy light, began his journey to find bats in the mountains around the Eagle's nest.

A bird dropping falls from the sky, and even the holy light cannot stop the attack of such natural bombs.

There was another grayish-white stain on the bright armor, and the knight looked at Zhou Mo with a concealed look on his face.

"Ahem, ahem, it doesn't matter, it's just a ball of bird droppings, purely natural and pollution-free. This is the best fertilizer. Go home and throw it away the flower pot!"

Zhou Mo looked up at the sky and comforted his subordinates inappropriately.

Suddenly, the water light appeared all over Zhou Mo's body, and his face turned blue and white.

The knights watched their boss change color and quickly looked up.

A group of birds passed by the sky, maybe because they had just had a big meal, and the bird droppings fell like raindrops.

After a while, Zhou Mo looked at the Cross Knights who were just brightly armored and bright, and now he was covered in bird droppings. His face twitched unnaturally and said:

"Cough cough, cough cough, cough cough, it's nothing more, it's just a god of bird droppings, pure natural and pollution-free. This is the best fertilizer. Let's throw it into the wheat field when you go home!"

Before he finished speaking, the sky suddenly darkened. Zhou Mo felt a bitter face, thinking that he wouldn't!

He raised his head stiffly. A giant bird surrounded by breeze passed by the sky, and a ball of bird droppings as big as a human, fell from the sky!

Zhou Mo twisted his strength into a swell of force, then poured his feet into it, and his body moved dozens of meters in an instant. Then he saw the bird droppings, instantly burying the subordinate who was first attacked by bird droppings.

All the other knights looked at Zhou Mo, waiting for their boss to say something else.

Zhou Mo spread his hands and said in a sigh:

"Oh, this is embarrassing!"
Chapter completed!