The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 54
On the way back, Mai was in high spirits, humming a song that Luther could not understand, bouncing and walking in front of Luther with her hands behind her back, and the setting sun that had not sunk into the horizon dragged the two shadows, one in front and one behind, very long.

Mai sang very well, but Luther was a little embarrassed to hear it.

Because of the existence of elves in this world, rhetoric and descriptions are more or less related to elves, and it is very common to see elves in literary works.

So Luther could hear very unique lyrics like "Love is as hot as the flame of a lava snail", which made Luther full of embarrassment when he appreciated Mai's wonderful singing voice.

He likes the beautiful melody very much, but the rhetoric and cultural emotions are all from another world, so it is really difficult to hold back the laughter...

Luther's expression control was not in place, when Mai looked at him, there was still a smile on the corner of Luther's mouth that was too late to take back.

"Does it sound good?"

Mai didn't seem to notice Luther's expression, Luther nodded quickly: "It sounds good."

Luther didn't mean to be perfunctory, except for the lyrics that made Luther a little uncomfortable, the melody of the song, and Mai's singing voice were very good.

"It's your turn." Mai turned to Luther.

Luther glanced behind Mai, convinced that Mai would not bump into anything at random when walking backwards like this, and sighed: "I don't know how to sing."

Mai tilted her head in disbelief.

"I didn't lie to you, I'm tone deaf."

"There is no need to sing to the point." Mai said, "In my opinion, songs are just a way to express and express inner emotions. It is the singer's job to sing well, and we are responsible for being happy."

"But singing badly will make others feel uncomfortable."

"I'm 'other'?"

Luther choked.

The path back to EMI that Luther and Mai chose was inaccessible. In order to easily spot potential snoopers, Luther had to leave the main road.

Mai didn't ask the reason, or even how Luther was injured, but just said lightly: "Do you need to apply some medicine, I have it in my backpack."

Luther's clumsy cover-up method made the unnatural wrist more obvious. Mai has always been a very observant person.

It is no longer a question of whether to sing or not, the question has unknowingly become a kind of cross-examination.

Luther sighed and thought for a while.

"Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again..."

After crossing, Luther discovered that he had inherited everything in this body, but he could not speak the language of another world. These lyrics were different in Luther's mind. As Luther sang softly, they became the language of this world.

He didn't know if it would look weird. This was a song that had never been seen in this world. The melody and tune might be weird. Luther shouldn't sing it, he should keep silent.

The Sound Of Silence is a song that Luther likes very much. Luther sang a cover version by a metal band later. During his most uncomfortable period, this song that appeared sonorous and powerful after being covered brought him a lot of strength to move forward.

He can remember every lyric and every melody, but he has never sung it to anyone, and his five-tone insufficiency is an excuse. The biggest reason is that he is afraid of being laughed at.

Today he has to sing.

Mai stopped in her tracks and listened quietly to Luther finish singing the song.

Luther slowly stopped singing, and looked at Mai calmly.

A bottle of water was handed over.

"Drink, aren't you thirsty?" Mai smiled, "It's a little out of tune, but isn't it nice? But I've never heard this song, who wrote it?"

Luther was silent, there was a clumsy lie before him, and he didn't want to continue lying.

Seeing Luther's silence, Mai naturally said: "Let's go quickly, I don't know if the big prize from the cake shop has been eaten, we won it if we didn't eat it!"

After walking for a while, Mai hummed again.

Mai has a good memory, Luther only sang the song once, she memorized the melody, and now she hums the climax part in a low voice.

"Feel sorry."

"It's fine." Mai replied quickly.

"Don't you ask me why I said I'm sorry?"

"I guess, I also want to say sorry, I shouldn't ask you like that."

Luther looked at Mai's bouncing back and her fluttering hair, but couldn't see Mai's expression.

Mai paused, and then said: "My mother told me that sometimes it is difficult to become friends with someone, and talking about everything is sometimes just an illusion. But this illusion will make people think that everyone is really close and talks about everything."

"When she finds out that this is not the case, and that this friend always hides something from her, she will wonder if she is really that person's friend."

"Some people are stupid, they can only carefully observe, and then insinuate. She is always worried that the secrets her friends are hiding are related to her. But she doesn't have the courage to ask directly. If she asks directly, she will either get an answer against her will or an answer that makes people unhappy. She is afraid to ask, so she can only guess."

"You speak like you have no friends."

"There used to be a lot of them, but now they're all gone," Mai said.

"Why not?"

"One day I found out that we are actually not friends. They think I'm Meow Miao who can use Treasure Juggling Kung Fu."

"It's a wonderful metaphor, it seems to be plastic sisterhood." Luther smiled.

Mai also laughed: "Your analogy is better, okay, plastic sisterhood, hahahaha."

Luther didn't know what was so funny about this rhetoric, but Mai smiled brightly and happily, and finally seemed to shed tears.

It does look funny.

"I was attacked by someone, and that person might be the Interpol." After Mai's laughter gradually died down, Luther spoke lightly.

Luther rolled up his sleeves, and the smell of medicinal wine overflowed from the tight bandage.

Mai poked it with her hand, and Luther grinned in pain.

"What caused it?"

Hearing that Mai completely ignored the sensitive word Interpol, something cracked in Luther's heart, and warm things gushed out of it.

"Vine Whip, he has a very strong Dreamsong Cactus."

Mai raised her head abruptly, a trace of doubt flashed in her blue eyes.

"What's wrong?" Luther swallowed.

Mai took out the illustrated book, used the search function, looked at it for a long time, and turned the illustrated book to Luther.

"Mengge cactus doesn't know the skill of rattan whip."

Luther looked at the information about the Dreamsong Cactus in the illustrated book in surprise, and tremblingly untied his bandages.

Mai and Luther saw it very clearly, it was indeed a blue-purple welt, and such a wound could not be faked.

"Could it be that person hit you with hypnotism first, and then attacked you with other spirits, misleading you?"

"Then he can completely use hypnotism to hit me and run away, so why bother?" Luther didn't believe such an inference at all.

Mai helped Luther wrap the bandage, and said, "It doesn't matter, since he's following you, he might still meet you, and we'll know when the time comes."

"What if Interpol really shows up?"

"Hit him!" Mai said viciously, "Stay Hippo Frozen Fist, Patch Liz [-] volts, Ibrahimovic sweeps the formation, he can move the sand if he wants to run, Sun Coral Sandstorm, trap him!"

Luther covered his forehead: "Then we are assaulting the police."

"Then did you make a mistake?"

"Absolutely not." Luther replied immediately.

Mai spread his hands: "Then it's over, and you didn't make a mistake. He came to trouble you, and it's on your side. At worst, we said after the fight that we didn't know he was an Interpol. He didn't show his ID and followed us all the way. We were afraid and fought back in self-defense."

Luther was dumbfounded.

"The way I said it is not good?" Mai scratched her head.

"No, very good, let's do it like this, and we will beat you up next time we meet!" Luther immediately praised.

Mai continued humming, and Luther continued to follow. After an unknown amount of time, when the night was about to fall, Luther and Mai finally walked out of the natural park and saw the shadow of EMI City in the distance.

"Next time you can ask directly." Luther suddenly interrupted Mai's singing.

Mai was stunned for a moment, and it took a while to understand this sentence.

"I don't like guessing either. In exchange, if I ask you, you will answer, right?"

"Then I'll take it seriously." Mai seemed very happy, and replied immediately, for fear that Luther would regret it.

"Except for some things, which are my own secrets, I cannot answer."

"Like this song?"

"Maybe there are other songs."

Mai has a knowing expression: "What a big deal, who doesn't have their own secrets."

Standing in the darkness, Mai was silent for a while, turned her head, and said with a smile: "I also have a secret that I can't tell you, if one day you find out that you have been cheated, don't be angry."

"Being cheated by you, don't give birth..."

Luther wanted to tease Mai, but his voice became smaller and smaller. Mai's expression was very serious, without a hint of playfulness, and his eyes were serious.

"Cheat better, don't be so clumsy. Anyway, I am also stupid, and I also have problems with reflex arcs. It takes a long time to react after being cheated."

"I'll try my best." Mai stretched her waist.

The street lights outside the natural park were lit all the way, as if welcoming two lost travelers back to EMI.

(End of this chapter)