Nelim said seriously: "I remember, my human friend!"
"My name is Aiwass, don't call me human. Just like I won't call you fairy, okay?"
Aiwass raised his palm and spoke to her seriously.
Nelim flew over, hugged Aiwass' nose, and kissed Aiwass - but Aiwass didn't feel it at all, and it even felt a bit like being bitten by a mosquito.
"Yeah! Aiwass!"
She said happily: "My friend, Aiwass!"
But Nelim quickly reacted: "Aiwass, what are you doing here?"
"——He came to see me, Miss Nelim."
A somewhat tired but still calm voice sounded from inside.
The cane tapped the soft soil, the boots swept over the fallen leaves, and Sherlock walked out slowly.
At that moment, Nilim was furious.
She disappeared from the spot in a flash, and then appeared behind Aiwass. Her wings flapped sharply, making obvious noises. She reached out and grabbed a strand of Aiwass' hair, and shouted loudly: "Yes."
Bad guy! Bad guy Sherlock!”
Aiwass stretched out a finger subtly and tapped Nelim's head lightly as a head rub. At the same time, he asked Sherlock: "What happened to you?"
Sherlock shook his head: "It's nothing, I said the wrong thing - we were having a very happy chat, but I was in a hurry and said the wrong thing."
Avas suddenly understood.
Sherlock 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 defined as the scientific name of fairies, then the name that fairies hate is "Happy Spirit". They simply hate being defined or studied by others.
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 to pull him away. But she tried her best, and at most she could only make Aiwass feel a very slight pulling sensation - not even as good as blowing.
The coming wind is strong.
Nelim tugged twice and saw that Aiwass was not moving, so she also snorted and turned into flowing wind and got into the gaps in Aiwass's hair.
"Introduction, Aiwass."
Sherlock said, taking a step aside to reveal the person behind him: "This is Mr. Yunus, my client. I'm here to help him solve some problems - invite you here
, because this matter may need to be resolved by a pastor.”
That was a man Aiwass had never seen before.
He has an extremely shiny and round, bald head like a braised egg, fair skin, slightly chubby cheeks that make him look inoffensive, and big, round, black eyes as bright as a child, with a lively and cheerful face.
, a sense of carefree optimism. The most conspicuous symbol 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 interact with the weak man.
And the beautiful Isabelle is connected.
But Aiwass didn't react at all.
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.
"Hahaha!"
Yunus laughed rhythmically, and his dark eyes seemed to be sparkling. He reached out and stroked the instrument skillfully, and played cheerful and vibrant music with ease.
"I am Yunus, happy Yunus; dear bishop, Mr. Archbishop, I have heard your name a long time ago!"
Yunus' tone of voice was very strange.
It doesn't quite sound like a normal speaking tone, but it can't be said to be singing or reciting poetry. Although it doesn't follow the rhythm or rhymes, it somehow feels like an "original version of rap". It's like
Like the narration of a musical, it is full of emotion.
"He is a good person who sings beautifully!"
Hearing his voice, Nelim immediately emerged from Aiwass's hair, and a little head popped up: "I occasionally hear you singing from home! So I came here!"
"Hahaha!"
When Yunus heard this, he let out three rhythmic laughs: "What a ridiculous compliment, it makes me ashamed; thank you little miss for the compliment, I didn't expect that my singing could reach the land of joy."
"That's nice - and you should call me Ms. Nelim respectfully, I'm almost an adult!"
Nilim argued, and then began to sing.
It was a song as clear and beautiful as flowing water - if you sing hymns, it can cleanse your soul; if you sing folk songs, it will remind people of the carefree sunshine in the countryside.
Aiwas and others immediately became quiet and listened to her singing.
What is somewhat inconsistent with her timbre is... it is a rather melancholy and lonely wanderer's song, and it is completely inconsistent with the name "Happy Yunus". The lyrics tell about a wanderer who has a home and cannot return. See
When I see the moon in another place, I think of the moon in my hometown.
But Yunus did not dilute the smile on his face because of this. He just played the modified piano in his hand that was actually a "guitar" in cooperation, and a melancholy and quiet melody flowed from it.
At some point, the surrounding chestnut trees bloomed. The strong fragrance of chestnut flowers was immersed in the sunlight, and then the light gradually dissipated. The sky turned into a night sky, and the sun turned into cool 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 saw the moon, just like at home" every other sentence. In the middle are his trivial life as a wanderer outside and what he saw and heard - all of them are "I bought another one today"
I ordered a piece of pancake, but the fillings were not as much as what my mother filled in.”; “I dreamed of playing chess with my father, maybe he was a little lonely in the dream world”; “I walked in the wild for ten hours today, but I still couldn’t find a place to stay.”
Something like that.
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 without any teacher, and handed over the lead vocal to Yunus.
Yunus quickly finished singing the entire song, and then happily bowed to everyone again to thank him.
Aiwass was the first to applaud, followed by the fairy Nelim who applauded excitedly. Then came Lily, and finally the somewhat reluctant Sherlock.
Aiwass knew that Sherlock did not appreciate this style of ballads. What he liked was the violin, elegant music that reminded people of moonlight, flowing water, lakes, and swans, or the unyielding music that made people feel burning.
Intense music of the 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 blooming.
"Can I drink, Mr. Bishop?"
Yunus looked at Aiwass with shining eyes - or in other words, looking at the necklace hanging around Aiwass's neck, and issued a respectful and sincere invitation: "Although we met for the first time, I also feel that we
It’s like meeting you in a previous life! I want to have dinner with you, lunch too. For such a young archbishop, I want to hear your stories!”
"Of course, Mr. Yunus."
Aiwass bowed slightly and said hello: "My name is Aiwass Moriarty."
"So you are that Moriarty - I have heard your story, and the stories of your heroic battles with demons are also in the newspapers; but I have never heard 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."
His reaction... he must have recognized the necklace Isabel gave me, right?
