The low sound of the cello filled the air, and the intermittent melody echoed over the garbage dump. Rikka turned her head and looked in the direction not far away, and the characteristics of the curious baby once again occupied the mind.
Looking for the sound, she climbed over the garbage hills one after another, and her hands were gradually covered with filth. The gray linen hood that she originally wore was now riddled with holes.
Standing on the edge of an artificial basin, Rikka's eyes were fixed on the performer. At this time, the melody was gradually coming to an end.
It was a middle-aged man wearing aristocratic clothing, but his clothes had long faded. His originally curly hair now looked like weeds, but it was still carefully tied into braids.
When the song ended, the man slowly raised his head, but Rikka almost screamed in fright. The man's face was covered with paint, and he looked like a clown who had been fired from the circus.
"Beautiful lady, you are my first audience in many days. Are you satisfied with my performance?" The man bowed and saluted, his movements comparable to textbooks.
"Uh... To be honest, I don't understand it, but it still sounds good. Do you live here?" Rikka shook her head. Art was her knowledge blind spot.
The man was not surprised by Rikka's answer, but then he danced the bow again, and a new movement slowly rose. Rikka also walked down the basin at this time, and just listened quietly.
Ten minutes later, the man nodded and finished his performance. Rikka just clapped her hands because she noticed a strange aura.
This feeling comes from the man, or the cello. It is the sixth sense of the contracted beast, and it is a vigilance against the same kind.
"Sir, what's your name?" Rikka blinked, looking harmless.
"My name is the Cowardly Lion, a very timid lion." The man replied in an extremely gentlemanly manner.
"Okay, Mr. Cowardly Lion, can I have a look at your cello?" Rikka stood up slowly. Although she was asking, she could not refuse.
But the man who was originally smiling suddenly became very wary, and even picked up the cello and tried to escape. But a short sword was suddenly thrust into the garbage in front of him.
Seeing this, the Cowardly Lion turned his head slightly embarrassed and looked at Rikka with some fear, but he never had the intention to hand over the cello.
"Miss, I really don't want to cause trouble. You'd better leave quickly and don't force me." The Cowardly Lion said with a grimace on his face.
"That piano of yours... must be a contract beast." Rikka raised her chin and replied with a half-smile.
Be quiet! After Rikka said this, the Cowardly Lion no longer waited for an opportunity to escape. He seemed to be a different person. Not only did his temperament change drastically, he even exuded a little danger.
He is indeed a noble, or he once was. But his family took the wrong side during the Holy War, and just now he was exiled. His father was angered to death that day, and his mother held him as an infant.
, walked into this garbage dump.
Many years later, the grown-up Cowardly Lion took over everything in the family. Not only did he have to go out to find food every day, but he also had to cook expensive soups.
But on a dark rainy night, the seriously ill mother finally closed her eyes, and the Cowardly Lion became an orphan.
After that, he always lived in this garbage dump. He wanted to die alone, but he accidentally discovered this cello.
Bored, he tried to learn music scores, and as if destined, he became better and better at playing. However, a sudden change occurred, and the cello in his hands actually came to life.
The Cowardly Lion was about to cry, but after kowtowing countless times, he found that the other party didn't seem to have any intention of killing him, and even looked sad and depressed.
From that day on, the Cowardly Lion played the cello again, like a real artist. And in the more than ten years of getting along with his contracted beast, he transformed from a useless person with no power to restrain a chicken.
Became a top Dou Qi user and high-level warrior.
Life changed like this, and countless gold coins filled the tin bucket. He was the king of the garbage dump and the patron saint of those who were frustrated.
"I can feel danger, which proves that you are very powerful." The Cowardly Lion slowly stroked the body of the piano, and the weird contracted beast transformed into a thin sword, as thin as a bamboo pole. p>
"Then let's have a fight. Anyway, it's idle time." Rikka picked up the meteorite dagger and replied carelessly.
However, the battle lasted from afternoon to evening. Rikka was breathing heavily but was not injured. As for the Cowardly Lion, he still looked elegant.
What causes this result is not how powerful the opponent is, but the person's fighting method is extremely weird, which is very different from normal fighting spirit professionals.
This world advocates force, and more importantly, absolute force. The people Rikka killed before were all reckless men full of muscles.
But this Cowardly Lion is the complete opposite. Although his fighting spirit is deep, he never strikes with all his strength, he just attaches it to the thin sword.
In other words, others respond with fists, but this person often dodges and then looks for opportunities to strike.
"No more fighting! Are you sick, so you keep dodging?" Rikka asked helplessly.
"No, I fought back too, but your defense ability is too strong." Seeing the opponent stop, the Cowardly Lion turned his rapier into a cello again.
"What is your attack method called? Can you teach me too?" Rikka asked curiously.
"It doesn't have a name, it's just something I figured out by myself. You can learn it if you want, but you have to master the music first." The Cowardly Lion spread his hands, which meant that Rikka didn't have any artistic talent.
When Rikka saw that the other party agreed, she jumped up with joy. This move shook the surrounding garbage mountains to the point of collapse, and even made the Cowardly Lion shrink into a corner.
I don't know when starlight covered the garbage dump, and the down-and-out people built bonfires one after another and cooked pots of leftover soup. Rikka returned to Ogu City again, but she had an extra book of "Basic Music Theory" in her hand. p>
Walking on the bluestone road, Liuhua felt refreshed, and everything seemed to be beautiful and peaceful. However, in the eyes of others, her image was really unsightly, and there was a faint stench about her body.
A moment later, Boom stared at Rikka with a strange expression. He smelled the strange smell and naturally knew where Rikka had been today.
He naturally knew about the garbage dump outside the East City Gate, and indeed he never told Rikka. Because in his opinion, it was just a burial place for the refugees, and there was no need to know more about it.
After the meal, Rikka puffed up her cheeks and asked Boom, but Boom just shook her head, neither wanting to explain, nor wanting the other party to go to that place again.
However, Rikka made a face and lay beside Boom, looking at the book "Basic Music Theory" seriously.
Boom smiled bitterly and closed his eyes, slowly cultivating his magic power. In his mind, those things related to art are useless decorations.
But he didn't know that Rikka's "skin-peeling combat skills" would reach a higher level in the near future. And the key to it is those so-called artistic cells.