Whispering Verse - Chapter 1472

Xia De’s words finally found the point. The unknowable, unhearable, and invisible **** behind the dark curtain in the high place finally spoke.

Of course, although Xia De used the word “speaking” to describe it, the sound actually came from all directions: “Not enough.”

If it wasn’t for the wrong tone, he even doubted whether the **** he saw at this time was his “old acquaintance” from the sixth era.

Of course, Shad did not voice his rather profane thoughts.

Since the God of the Night did not directly refuse, it means that this matter can continue to be discussed. He gently squeezed Fiona’s hand behind him, signaling to her that this was good news. At the same time, he also felt that Fiona was too strong relying on her own strength, and he had to fight with strength so as not to be pushed forward directly:

“I don’t know what more people need, what can I offer you?” “To decorate my palace.”

God gave the answer.

Xia De obviously felt that the girl behind him became more nervous, after all, they never thought of this possibility from the beginning. But for Shad, who has “seen” the answer from the future, he is quite clear about what it means:

“I don’t know, are we honored to decorate your palace with the midnight story?” Xia De asked, and got an answer after a while:

“Can.”

With a smile on Xia De’s face, he turned and grabbed Fiona’s shoulder:

“No problem, I knew it would work. Next, I need your help.” “What can I do?”

The red dragon girl asked in a nervous whisper, her face was illuminated by the cat-shaped golden light on Xia De’s chest, and there was a bewildered expression on her beautiful cheeks.

“When you woke up from a deep sleep, you got a new ability because of my ritual. Don’t you remember? In addition to the power of time, there is also the ability to paint in the night.”

Xia De said, looking at her beautiful big red gold eyes:

“I’ve come to offer a story to the great one. And you, paint that story as a picture and engrave it on the palace of the god. Fiona, is it all right?”

“no problem!”

The young witch said that although she was still worried, she believed in Xia De:

“I have studied painting, and I have painted portraits for Miss Felianna and Teacher Olan Nord before. Excuse me, what is this story about?”

“There are no thrilling adventures, and no heart-pounding farewells. This is a story about a princess and a prince, encounters and pursuits, and a story about midnight and blessings.”

Fiona nodded heavily:

“I see, so shall I draw this story directly in front of my eyes?”

She talked to Xia De in whispers, as if she was afraid of disturbing the gods on high. But just as Fiona finished speaking, there was a sound from the four walls of the silent Palace of Night.

After a while, six huge gray stone slabs flew from behind the two of them, and then surrounded them at equal intervals.

The ancient stone slab full of miraculous elements originally had glyphs left by ancient sculptors in an unknown era, but as the stone slab fell to the ground, the surface of the stone slab returned to smoothness.

This slate is not an ordinary stone, and no paintbrush or paint can directly leave marks on it. Only Fiona’s ability to paint directly in the night can add new pictures to the palace of the gods in the mortal world.

After everything is ready, Xia De is ready to start telling the story from his hometown. At this time, Fiona, who was standing in front of the huge stone slab, somehow thought of the past around the bonfire in the dead valley.

Although when Xia De was telling the story, she slept in the ice coffin the whole time, and did not wake up until the end of the story because of a kiss. But later, she also heard Miss Olan Nord and Miss Samuel from the Zarath Academy mention what happened there countless times.

“But this time, I am the only witness.” The red dragon girl whispered to herself in her heart.

Facing the gods, Shade tried his best to imagine himself as the bard who brought the story to the monarch, and he said:

“That’s why

It happened in a corner of a long unknown age, in a distant country that no one knows. The girl who seems to be blessed by the gods has a beautiful face and a kind heart, but she also has a vicious stepmother and two bad-hearted sisters. The women who were jealous of her face arranged for her to do the heaviest work, and she was accompanied by dust and soot all day long, so she was called “Cinderella”, and our story began from this moment. “

Xia De’s deep voice told the beginning of the story. Fiona, on the other hand, turned her back to the high platform, waving her fingers beside Shad. Paint that shone like starlight was left on the first slate from her fingers.

Xia De deliberately paused, waiting for Fiona to complete the first picture, and the colorful paint painted a bright house, a maid-like girl in a turban, an apron, and dust on her face, The left side of the fireplace is cleaning with a broom while the other three women in gorgeous skirts and high heels are talking about something on the right side of the fireplace.

The picture drawn by Fiona is in line with the background of her life in the current era of the Fifth Epoch. It’s just that the girl who is the protagonist has a dragon tail hidden in her skirt, which is a little different from what Xia De thought.

“If Cinderella is really a half-dragon, how can she need a prince?” Xia De thought to himself, continuing the story:

“The prince of the kingdom has come of age, he will hold a ball, invite beautiful girls from all over the country, and choose his wife from among them.”

Xia De turned his back to Fiona behind him, and faced the **** behind the curtain on the high platform. The gaze of the gods has always been on him, and he is worried about the impact on the cat on his chest, but at least from now on, the cat is sleeping soundly.

“Cinderella’s stepmother and sisters also received the invitation, and they happily prepared for the night’s ball. Cinderella, who wanted to attend the ball, was assigned a heavy workload and could only stay at home alone to grieve. The night began, The castle on the hillside is brightly lit, beautiful girls all over the country are ready to show their elegance and beauty, and Cinderella cleans at home alone, looking at the night and thinking of her dead mother.”

Fiona paints quickly behind Shad.

This time the picture is divided into left and right parts, which are contrasted and distinguished by color. The background on the right is a deep night without even a moon, but the castle on the high place is

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The figures and carriages walking towards the castle also have unusually bright brilliance; the back of the picture on the left is a slightly bright interior, but centered on Cinderella, who is wearing monotonous clothes, gray and white occupy the core of the picture on the left The position makes the brightly bright picture appear abnormally dark.

The **** of the night didn’t say a word, while the witch behind her was seriously painting. Xia De narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling all the details of the story, which is actually not difficult, after all, he would discuss this topic with Dorothy and Rezia almost every Saturday in the past in 1854.

“She grieves alone, grieves her fate, grieves her own life. That night, the moonlight was just right, and the light of the silver moon illuminated Cinderella’s face from the small window in the kitchen. She heard the nightingale singing softly, Hearing the night wind blowing the treetops. So she went outside to relax. She sobbed and praised the night tonight, and then she prayed to the silver moon and the night. The night responded to the sad girl. In the thick night, an old woman with a wand is waiting for Cinderella to arrive.”

Fiona hadn’t heard the story either, so she was hesitant to draw this scene as well. Just seeing that Xia De didn’t stop, he knew that the story was still going on.

She is also very curious about the follow-up of the story, and she is very happy to listen to the story with peace of mind.

“Why are you weeping’—said the old woman.”

Xia De squeezed his throat and spoke different tones.

“I also want to go to the prince’s ball – Cinderella looked up at the castle on the hillside.” “Don’t cry, don’t be sad, I will help you’ – said the old woman.”

Shade described the content of the story, but in order to highlight the theme related to the night, he added a sentence himself: “Why do you help me, why do you help me, a poor girl?”

“Because you praised the moonlight tonight, I promise to help you, my girl. This is the promise that the night gave you. Look, what is this- said the old woman, and found a pumpkin, a big mouse and four little mice. As she lightly shook the wand in her hand, in Cinderella’s surprised expression, the pumpkin turned into a carriage, the big mouse turned into a chubby coachman, and the little mouse turned into four bay red horses. steed.

Fiona behind Xia De seemed to be amazed in a low voice, and Xia De continued:

“Oh, one more thing,” said the old woman again, pointing her wand at Cinderella ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and the rags turned into a dark blue evening dress, patched The ill-fitting shoes turned into crystal shoes that shone like stars.

Xia De paused, indicating that Fiona could start painting:

“But you have to remember one thing” – the old woman said – the gift that the night gives you can only last until midnight, so you must leave the ball in the castle before midnight. “

Fiona quickly drew the third painting. This painting is not divided into two parts, but is set against the small castle on the hillside in the upper right corner. In the courtyard of the small house, the pumpkin carriage, the fat coachman and the mouse horse are respectively Beside the ragged Cinderella, the old woman with a wand was smiling kindly.

The picture frozen in the night is obviously still, but it seems to be able to move in the next moment. This is the source code for the original Cinderella story, but Shade still can’t get it this time.

“Will this be a happy story?”

When Fiona finished drawing the painting, she asked Xia De softly.

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