Chapter 37: The death of the poet (2)

Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng, as strangers, were unfamiliar with each other, and they spent a long time in the city before they found the residence of the first customer "Little Jack"-27 Shell Street.
It was a very small room, and the door number was engraved with a large bronze tofu block. If it were not Tang Cuo's sharp eyes, it might not be visible.
There was still no one in the room, but the moment Tang Tso carried the bamboo basket into the house, he remembered the sound of "ding" in his ear. Open the task panel, and the progress of the branch task has been shown as (13).
Jin Cheng "It seems this task is really simple."
Tang Cuo put down a bamboo basket on the only table in the room, and didn't believe this evil. Jin Cheng didn't believe it either. He glanced at a photo frame on the bedside. The picture shows a pair of mothers and sons, all wearing the most common linen clothes. The mother wears an apron. The son slanted a small cloth bag with red-brown curls. There are many small freckles on both sides of the bridge of the nose.
This is about little Jack.
Little Jack may have a musical dream.
Tang Cuo found a small harp in the wooden box under the bed. The small harp was very old and old, but it was well maintained, and even the box containing the harp was wiped clean.
There is a sheet of music under the small harp, the corners have turned yellow, and the writing has begun to blur. I want to come back a long time ago. Tang Cuo couldn't understand the score, but he recognized the name of the score author-Lancelot.
Lancelot, the most popular bard in the whole continent.
"So this little Jack is a fan of Lancelot?" Jin Cheng said, handing Tang Cuo a newspaper, "You see this."
The front page of the newspaper was talking about an organization called the Ivy League, with the title "Mrs. Catherine accepted the Ivy League award and became the 13th arbitrator of the Ivy League."
Recently, the headquarters of Popolo Island in the Ivy League issued a message officially granting Mrs. Catherine the position of arbiter, code-named "Order of Life", in recognition of her huge contribution in the July Rose incident.
"Observer" His Excellency Roger Reid said that the League of Ivy League will continue to track the news of the Rose Sect...
It is reported that Mr. Lancelot has donated all the income of the July Charity Performance to the victims of the July Rose incident, and praised Mr. Lancelot, who is always kind and upright...
The newspaper is called "Dodo Daily" and the date is July 30, 1228 in the Sicilian Continental Calendar.
Tang Cuofan has seen other content. Apart from knowing some place names, he has no other places to pay attention to. He asked "What day is it today?"
Jin Cheng "September 1."
Little Jack has the habit of remembering dates. He draws a grid of dates himself, and draws a cross every day. On September 1st, no crosses were drawn yet, and they were circled with red pens, next to which was written the Huazhao Festival.
In addition to this, there is no other useful information in the house, Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng no longer stay, go to the next house.
Aunt Anna lived two streets away, and the living conditions were better than Little Jack, but her house seemed more crowded, and there were a lot of clothes to be washed in the corner. There are men, women and children, mostly hessian, but also some cotton-this may be her job.
There is a pile of clothes washed halfway through the door.
Although the room was crowded, everything was organized in order, so that people knew at a glance what should be placed.
Tang Cuo looked around and found nothing, and finally turned his attention to the pile of clothes. But just when he wanted to reach out, Jin Cheng handed over a wand, which he came from the magic house.
At some point, Jin Cheng will suddenly get a disease called "cleanliness".
Tang Cuo took the wand expressionlessly and turned it over as a stick in the pile of clothes. He turned it over, and he really turned out something. With a bang, a badge fell out of a piece of clothing.
Jin Cheng picked it up, looked at it, and said, "The silver moon sign may be a family crest, or it may be a token. I see that the country of Yueyin mostly has such a small city. This is the chapter of the royal family or the city owner. And you found it. We walked all the way. Except for the white rose, we didn’t see the second kind of flowers. These roses are all connected."
The rose bushes are scattered all over the city. They opened on the window of the bakery, on the eaves of Little Jack, wrapped around the tower, and even filled the vacancy of the city wall. The spiked vines were winding around, making it difficult for people to distinguish where they came from. But there is no doubt that their roots are not here.
This entire country of moon hiding is paved with large blocks of stone bricks, and almost no dirt road is seen, and the rose will never grow out of the bricks.
"You mean, the rose is related to the eccentricity in this city?" Tang Cuo asked.
"Mostly," Jin Cheng said, picking a rose that peeped through the hole in the window, and raised his eyebrows slightly. "I'm just curious why it's a rose, not a rose."
"rose?"
"Have you not read Wilde's "The Nightingale and the Rose"? The ring on your hand is called Nightingale."
I am an illiterate, thank you.
Tang Cuo does not like to read fairy tales, that is a utopia in a miserable world, too false. But he didn't like to watch "Miserable World", too miserable. All in all, he just doesn't like reading.
Jin Cheng's literary and artistic cells grow randomly like his cleanliness.
Ten minutes later, the two arrived at the residence of the last guest, Mr. Gilbert.
Mr. Gilbert has a wealthy family and lives in a double-storey single-family building, and even a horse-drawn carriage is parked downstairs. There was no horse in the carriage, and the door of the carriage was open, and there were all kinds of things stacked in it, food, use, play, and even a stack of letters.
There is also a box outside the carriage, with a footrest next to it. It seems that it seems that who is moving things on the carriage, but the things are not finished, the people are gone.
Tang Cuo read the letter first.
Most of these are family books, some travellers who study abroad write to their parents, some adventurers who travel far away write to their beloved girls, some trivial things and some anecdotes, bitterness, miss, love, all in the letter.
Turning over, Tangcuo saw Aunt Anna's letter, which was written by his son.
Mother, it's spring again, and I don't know if you are well.
Although Flange is a small principality, it is beautiful here, mother. Last time you worried that I couldn’t get used to the cold climate and the innate arrogance of the Falan people, but the spring is full of flowers. As long as it is a place with flowers, it will not be too sad.
I found a job in timekeeping and helped someone repair old watches in a watch shop. The boss is a very kind gentleman. He often distributes the extra bread from home to me, so you really don’t have to worry about me, and you don’t have to overwork yourself for my tuition.
I was also fortunate to meet Mr. Lancelot at the end of last year. He was still so gentle and kind, and his music became more and more beautiful. He asked me about the things in his hometown, and encouraged me to work hard, I am really happy, mother, he still remembers me.
Praise Silver Moon.
Miss you, my mother.
When I return from my studies next year, I will bring you the most beautiful flower.
Your favorite son Louis
Closing the letter, Tang Cuo pressed down the slightly turbulent mood and opened the next one. The recipient of the letter was an acquaintance, Cecilia who opened the bakery.
Dear Cecilia
I'm sorry to have written you back so long, you know, there is a long road between the country of Yueyin and the Kingdom of Hundred Flowers, it is difficult for me to pass the first-hand news to you.
Regarding your request to me, I can only hold the greatest regret and tell you that Mr. Lancelot has no plans to return for the time being. He has just accepted the invitation of the Ivy League and intends to go to Popolo Island to give the honorary ceremony to Mrs. Catherine Played his new work "Serum".
Dear Cecilia, maybe I shouldn’t say that, but you should look at other men with your beautiful star-like eyes, they are so in love with you, willing to give everything for you.
Your Uncle Sain
Jin Cheng also read the letter and joked, "It seems that this beautiful Cecilia is also a crush for Mr. Lancelot."
Tang Cuo began to care about the second appearance of Popolo Island and the Ivy League. The newspaper's date is July 30th, and today's date is September 1st. In just one month, Lancelot went from the Kingdom of Flowers to Popolo Island. What happened?
The death of the poet, is he really dead?
What does the vision of the country of Yueyin have to do with him?
Now it seems that the country of Yueyin is undoubtedly the hometown of Lancelot, and there are traces of his existence everywhere. The wealthy Mr. Gilbert seems to be a business man who travels between the country of Yueyin and other places, bringing goods and letters to the people here.
The things in the carriage carry different signs, and Tang Cuo distinguished some based on the contents of the letter. For example, bookmarks of dried flowers from the Kingdom of Hundred Flowers, jade of the Elven Forest, etc.
Put the bamboo basket filled with bread into Mr. Gilbert's house. With a "ding", the branch task was successfully completed. At the same time, there is a system broadcast
"Congratulations to the player who completed the side mission "Cecilia's Bakery" and received the reward "a brass key."
Tang Cuo opened the system panel and saw the reward. He then looked at Jin Cheng, Jin Cheng shrugged to him, it seemed that the reward only fell on the ring holder Tang Cuo.
At this point, the two had left the west of the city to the south of the city, and then turned to the center of the city. When Tang Cuo looked down at the tower, he saw a small palace with a full moon in the center of the city. Lancelot was probably there.
But when they got there, they were dumbfounded.
The palace is not big and there is no wall, but the vines are wrapped around the palace, and all the doors and windows are blocked. And there were spikes all over the vine, and there was no place to start.
Jin Cheng took a try and took out a mechanical bow and shot an arrow at the gate.
"Huh!" The metal arrow pierced the vines and bruised a rose. And just when the petal was broken, all the vines came alive, furiously holding onto the metal arrow and dragging it firmly.
Tang Cuo's eyes were sharp, and he saw Yin Hong's blood flowing from the broken petals.
"Kap." The metal arrow was cut in two by the vines, as if it was fragile.
"Go!" Jin Cheng decisively took the opportunity to pull Tangcuo and ran back, very fast. Tang Cuo was half a second slower than him, but he didn't even look back.
too frightening.
The rose of the whole palace was alive, hundreds of thorns vines were thrown like a whip, and the whip went down, even if it did not die, it was peeled.
The only good news is that the roses in other places haven't moved, otherwise there will be no solution.
"Crack!" Several vines were calling together. Tang Cuo quickly crossed the roof, but was still hit in the middle. With a tingle, the clothing pendulum was torn instantly.
Jin Cheng stopped him in time, the two fled quickly, and finally escaped into life when they ran out of the palace kilometer.
The vines shrank back, and the pure white flowers embraced the palace again, quietly, like caring for a sleeping lover.
Tang Cuo breathed a little, not to mention the broken clothes, and looked around first. They were originally in the west of the city, and then they ran to the south of the city. The pattern of the south of the city was similar to that of the west of the city. Looking forward, there seemed to be a small square there.
At this time the sun was finally falling into the golden sand sea, the sky was dim, and the moon was sharp in the distance.
"The palace can't go for the time being. I can't even take my arrows. I'm afraid I still need to find other customs clearance items." Jin Cheng knew the copy routine and said, looking over the copper ring on Tang Cuo's finger, saying, "I How do you feel that you are almost on your ring."
Tang Cuo raised his hand, "What?"
Jin Cheng "For example, a gem."
Tang Cuo took a closer look. The place where the pattern was carved looked like something empty, but if there were any gems, they were very small. Where can I find them?
He couldn't help looking at the moon. The skill engraved on the ring was called "moonlight tide", and he didn't know what had to do with the real moonlight. There is no moon in the city of Yongye. If you want to verify, it is only in the copy.
Maybe use the moonlight tide to open the palace gate?
No, the risk factor is too high.
Tang Cuo temporarily gave up the idea, the two continued along the street, and walked to the small square.
The small square is really small, less than ten meters in diameter, but there is a bronze statue on the square-a young man with a small harp sitting on the ground cross-legged and singing with his eyes closed.
Tang Cuo rarely sees the statue sitting on the ground. The man is wearing a shirt, a waistcoat and boots, a dagger is hanging around his waist, a Fedora hat with a side hat curled up, and the hat is decorated with beautifully shaped feathers. , With his hair stuck behind his ears, revealing a handsome profile.
He smiled, squatting a white dove at his feet, and there were flowers in front of him-of course, these were also made of copper.
Jin Cheng squatted in front of the bronze statue and saw the ring on his right hand. The statue restored the ring very well, and on this ring, there was a very small gem at the pattern.
In addition to this, there is a keyhole in the heart of the statue. Tangcuo tried with Cecilia's key, but it didn't match.
Jin Cheng’s focus is not on these, because he suddenly remembered some old and old accounts,
Irish harp, I remember that I just played this bonfire party when you first entered the camp. Everyone gave the instructor a show, so you were not there. where did you go?"
Tang Cuo didn't want to say that he actually heard, but he was sitting in the corner and Jin Cheng didn't see it. Other instructors play a harmonica at most, so Jin Cheng holds a harp and leads the way, not giving others the chance to be in the limelight.
"To the restroom."
"Huh."
If Jin Cheng is dissatisfied with this student, he doesn’t have any artistic skills and is too bad.
Tang Cuo did not want to talk more about this topic, and instead said "well of time."
Jin Cheng understands "Time Magic?"
Tang Cuo said in the branch mission that today is the Huachao Festival, so Cecilia will go to the Well of Time to fetch water. The time of this hidden country seems to be stagnant, and it will stay on the Huachai Festival forever and stay It’s all dead."
Jin Cheng "Except for those weird rose flowers."
The whole city, or the whole country, has no living things except rose flowers. There is not even a tree.
The flowers must be rooted in the soil and must be nourished by water. If the rose flowers are grown by the water in the well of time at that time, and the well of time contains time magic, everything can be explained.
The question is-where is this well of time?