This is the most important festival of the dwarves.
As dusk approaches, the streets are decorated with lights and colorful lights, and the lively and festive atmosphere spreads to everyone's faces.
Even the hard city wall covered with steel in the distance seemed to be showing its soft side at this moment.
The dwarves on the city wall who were standing guard with stern faces and holding battle axes looked at the warm colors in the civilian valley protected by the city wall from a distance, and unconsciously showed a simple and honest smile on their faces.
This is the city they protect.
In the lively street market, dwarves dance happily in dwarf style.
Holding each other's hands, they circled around the fire.
Danzo's Holy Hammer emblem hangs in every eye-catching place, and the will of the ancient sages bestows the most sincere blessings on those who enter the marriage hall today.
Singers, rare among dwarves, sat in various corners, playing different cheerful tunes with various instruments in their hands.
But they blend harmoniously with each other.
Everyone's body swayed subconsciously as these notes flowed, and the lively celebration that filled everyone's body and mind made everyone present completely relax from the inside out.
A gorgeous dwarf girl with a beard tied into two pigtails rushed out from the crowd and boldly invited Li Wen, who was sitting aside to watch the excitement.
Li Wen didn't care, and without waiting for the dwarves who knew him to make a fuss, he put his hand into the other's broad and somewhat rough palm.
Only the lovelorn Shakespeare was left alone, holding his ale and drinking heavily, looking sad.
He was singing his own tune again that only he could relate to at this moment.
Kaise kahoon main o yaara
Ye pyar kaise hota hai
However, the cheerful tunes of other dwarves always broke into his world, making it impossible for him to fully immerse himself in sadness.
Listening to the lively sounds in his ears, Shakespeare simply threw away the wine jar in his hand and looked at the lively crowd as if out of revenge.
He stood up, looked at Li Wen who was being led by the dwarf girl and walked towards the crowd, and then turned to stare at the other dwarf girls.
Dwarves are a relatively traditional intelligent creature. On this special day, they are full of beautiful imaginations about love and marriage, but at the same time they are limited by their own reserve and conservatism and dare not take a step beyond the realm of possibility.
The dwarf girl who invited Li Wen was already unimaginably bold, and the remaining dwarves, male and female, were clearly separated on both sides of the bonfire.
Shakespeare broke into the crowd, grabbed the violin from a dwarf next to him, and began to play the music to himself, and the tunes in his mouth began to become cheerful.
Aaj hi yaaron kisi pe marke dekhenge hum
Infected by Shakespeare's enthusiasm, the girls across the street began to respond subconsciously without any knowledge of their own.
Pyar hota hai ye kaise kar ke dekhenge hum
While the body was spinning, a dwarf girl hit Shakespeare like a cannonball.
"Pa~"
Shakespeare, who was finally pulled out from under the dwarf girl, didn't care and continued to play the violin in his hand and sing a little crazily.
Kisi ki yaadon mein khoye hue
Khaabon ko hum ne saja liya
…
The clear female voices gathered together to respond enthusiastically.
Kisi ki baahon mein soye
Hue apna usse banaaliya
In the end, everyone's voices were mixed together, completely igniting this special festival.
Ae yaar pyaar mein koi
Naa jaagta naa sota hai
Kaise kahoon main o yaara yeh
Pyaar kaise hota hai
The intertwining of male and female voices made all the dwarves relax, and men and women mingled together.
Even though the tall Shakespeare was sitting on the ground among the crowd, he stood out like a chicken.
The mingling around him was initiated by him, and the excitement around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.
Li Wen looked back at him and recalled what happened next yesterday.
…
On the steps, the man's voice evoked Li Wen's imagination of love.
Hazy.
The picture is not very realistic. After all, Li Wen has no personal experience with love, so the scene cannot be rendered.
But it's full of a man's heartfelt love.
Li Wen was not intoxicated by it, but his eyes were clear.
He finally realized why the other person's voice gave him a strange throbbing, and also why the other person gave him a feeling similar to Qin.
charm!
This man's natural charm is probably incredible, probably on par with Qin's.
Charm does not mean appearance, but influence, presence and other qualities that are like being the protagonist of the world.
Not only on people, but also on beasts, magic elements, and the rules of the world, it also has a much higher influence than ordinary people.
Just like the paladin's spells, the key attribute of ordinary wizards is magic, and their key attribute of spellcasting is charm.
Use your charm to influence others, and use your charm to influence the world.
If they want it, they can.
It's just that the man in front of me may not have any professional abilities, and he won't actively use his super charm.
So...in an instinctive form, it was expressed in his singing.
"The sacred voice of creation still echoes in the background of the multiverse."
Illithids can naturally use their racial talents to freely use the power of psychic energy, but humans without this talent can only do nothing about this special power?
These previously acquired knowledge about psychic powers came to Li Wen's mind at this moment.
Music and language should have something in common. They are not just vibrations in the air, but a unique force.
The multiverse was "said". The words of the gods gave shape to the multiverse itself, and the original "Word of Creation" still echoes in the background of the universe. Is it possible to control this echo in some way through music?
Trying to weave it into the required spells and powers.
Mages use magical spells to assist their spellcasting. Can these naturally charismatic people use music to directly affect the world?
Right now this lovelorn man is doing this subconsciously.
All his emotional experiences directly reach people's hearts through his singing.
perhaps……
Can you help him?
"Has anyone ever said your singing voice is special?"
"Of course... everyone said that."
The man stood up and walked down the mountain in a somewhat dejected manner.
"May I have your name?"
"Shakespeare..."
Li Wen looked at his back, stretched out his hand and waved to a sneaky-looking figure not far away.
【Mission——Inspiring Shakespeare!】
…
Li Wen, whose consciousness returned to his eyes, looked at the human man in the crowd with a smile.
Until the dwarf girl’s cry of pain came to my ears——
"You stepped on my foot!"
"Oh...I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Looking at the clumsy dance with the dwarf girl in the crowd, a slovenly old human man in the shadows showed a smile unconsciously. Then he realized that he was an enemy who refuted his beliefs, and he immediately thought again.
He suppressed his smile and tightened his face.
Suddenly, the old man's old and sharp eyes suddenly looked outside the city, as if he had an overreaction.