"Then I will also give you a gift later"
Nilim said seriously, "I remember, my human friend"
"My name is Aiwass, don’t call me a human, just like I won’t call you a fairy, okay?”
Aiwass raised his palm and spoke to her seriously.
Nelim flew over, hugged Aiwass’ nose, and kissed Aiwass. However, Aiwass didn’t feel anything at all, and it even felt a bit like being bitten by a mosquito.
"Yeah Aiwass"
She said happily "My friend, Aiwass"
But Nelim reacted quickly " Aiwass, what are you doing here?"
"He is here to see me, Miss Nelim."
A somewhat tired but still calm voice came from inside. sounded.
His cane tapped the soft soil, his boots swept over the fallen leaves, and Sherlock walked out slowly.
At that moment, Nelim was furious.
She disappeared from the spot in a flash, and then appeared behind Aiwass. Her wings flapped sharply, making obvious noises, and she reached out and grabbed a lock of Aiwass's hair, shouting "It's the bad guy, bad Sherlock"
Aiwass had some subtle stretching. He took out a finger and tapped Nelim's head lightly as a pat on the head. At the same time, he asked Sherlock, "What's wrong with you?"
Sherlock shook his head, "Nothing, I said the wrong thing." We were having a great time chatting, but in a hurry, I said the wrong thing."
Aiwas suddenly realized.
Shylock must have forgotten the taboo about goblins and greeted him with just "goblin".
This kind of thing cannot be changed at all because if "Happy Spirit" is specified as the scientific name of fairies, then the name that fairies hate is "Happy Spirit". They simply hate being defined or studied.
This is probably the fundamental contradiction between the path of wisdom and the path of beauty.
“Don’t play with bad people, Aiwass, I don’t want to play with bad people.”
Nelim held Aiwass’s hair angrily, trying her best to He pulled away. But she tried her best, but at most she could only make Aiwass feel a very slight pulling sensation, which was not even as strong as the blowing wind.
Nilim tugged twice, and when Aiwass didn’t move, she also snorted, turning into flowing wind and getting into the gaps in Aiwass’s hair.
"Introduce me, Aiwass."
Sherlock said, stepping aside slightly to reveal the person behind him, "This is Mr. Yunus. My client. I came here to help him solve some problems, because this matter may require a priest to solve it."
That is something Aiwas has never seen before. man.
He has an extremely shiny and round bald head, like a braised egg, fair skin, slightly chubby cheeks that make him appear inoffensive, and a head that is as big, round, and as bright as a child.He has child-like black eyes and a lively, cheerful, carefree and optimistic look on his face. The most conspicuous mark on his face is a pair of black mustaches with upward curling edges like a cat's mouth.
He is a full head shorter than Sherlock and looks like a small potato.
The moment she saw him, Lily felt strong hesitation and shock.
She had previously known from Aiwass that the true identity of "Yunus" was Isabel's father, Prince Albert. But this man who looked so funny that he looked like he came out of the circus made it impossible for her to connect with the weak and beautiful Isabel.
But Aiwass had no reaction.
Because he knew that this was actually the face of "Yunus".
Albert used illusions to hide his true face and turned himself into the appearance of his friend Yunus. He used this method to avoid fear and evade responsibility.
"Ha, ha, ha"
Yunus let out a rhythmic laugh, his dark eyes looked sparkling, and he stretched out his hand skillfully on the musical instrument. With a little caress, he could easily play cheerful and lively music.
"I am Yunus, happy Yunus; dear bishop, no, Mr. Archbishop, I have heard your name a long time ago"
Yunus's tone of voice Very strange.
It doesn’t sound like a normal conversation, but it can’t be called singing or reciting poetry. Although some of it doesn't follow the rhythm or rhymes, it somehow feels like an "original version of rap". It's like the narration of a musical, full of emotion.
“He is a good person who sings well”
Hearing his voice, Nelim immediately got out of Aiwass’s hair, and a little head popped up: “I came from I occasionally heard you singing at home, so I came here."
"Ha, ha, ha"
When Yunus heard this, he let out three rhythmic laughs, "It's really ridiculous. , makes me ashamed; thank you little miss for your compliment, I didn’t expect that my singing could reach the land of joy.”
”It’s also nice that you should call me Ms. Nelim, I’m almost an adult. "
Nilim argued, and then began to sing.
That beautiful song, as clear and clear as flowing water, can cleanse the soul if you sing hymns; if you sing folk songs, it will remind people of the carefree sunshine in the countryside.
The others in Aiwass immediately became quiet and listened to her singing.
What is somewhat inconsistent with her timbre is that it is a rather melancholy and lonely song of a wanderer, and it is completely inconsistent with the name of "Happy Yunus". The lyrics tell about a wanderer who has a home and cannot return. When he sees the moon in another place, he thinks of the moon in his hometown.
But Yunus did not dilute the smile on his face because of this. He just played the modified piano that was actually a "guitar" in cooperation, and a melancholy and quiet melody flowed from it. andout.
I don’t know when the chestnut trees around me bloomed. The strong fragrance of chestnut flowers is leached under the sun, and then the light gradually dissipates. The sky turned into a night sky, and the sun turned into cold moonlight.
Soon, Yunus also catered to Nelim's singing, playing the piano and making a low voice in response.
His lyrics are very simple, repeating "I see the moon, just like at home" every other line. In the middle, there are the trivial life as a wanderer outside and what he sees and hears are some "I bought another pancake today, and the fillings are not as much as my mother filled them in"; "I dreamed of playing chess with my father, maybe he was there." The dream world is a bit lonely"; "I walked in the wild for ten hours today and still couldn't find a place to stay" and so on.
It is full of sad but plain sentences, without any modification, even a little vulgar, but it sounds so exciting.
Even though Nelim and Yunus had never collaborated before, Nelim smoothly switched to harmony and handed over the lead vocals to Yunus without any teacher.
And Yunus quickly finished singing the entire song, and then happily bowed to everyone again.
Aiwass was the first to applaud, followed by the fairy Nilim who applauded excitedly. Then came Lily, and finally a somewhat reluctant Sherlock.
Aiwass knew that Sherlock did not appreciate this style of ballad. What he likes is the violin, elegant music that reminds people of moonlight, flowing water, lakes, and swans, or intense music that makes people feel the burning unyielding spirit.
At this time, the moon in the sky turned back into the sun again, and the night sky turned back into day. But the chestnut trees surrounding it, with a radius of about twenty meters, were already in bloom.
"Can I drink, Mr. Bishop?"
Yunus looked at Aiwass with shining eyes, or in other words, he looked at the bag hanging around Aiwass' neck. Necklace, issuing a respectful and sincere invitation "Although we meet for the first time, I also feel that we have met in a previous life. I want to have dinner or lunch with you. Such a young archbishop, I want to hear your story"< /p>
"Of course, Mr. Yunus."
Aiwass bowed slightly and said hello, "My name is Aiwass Moriarty."
< p> "So you are that Moriarty. I have heard your story, and the stories of your brave fight against demons are also in the newspapers; but I have never heard the narrative of the person involved. Maybe I will be lucky enough to write a song for you."Yunus approached Aiwass enthusiastically, bowed slightly, stretched out his hands and held Aiwass's hand.
Aiwass also held Yunus's hand with his backhand, and replied gently and seriously, "You are a well-known righteous man, Mr. Yunus. I will tell you everything I know."
p>His reaction must be that he recognized the necklace Isabel gave me
Aiwass trembled in his heart.
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