It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

"So, what are the duties of a bard? I've always thought it was a very free profession with no barriers to entry, and I've never heard of it recognizing any duties. Can you tell me about it?"

The poet, like Bai Lin, quickly passed over her previous feelings. After taking a breath, she explained,

"That is, weaving poems and telling the stories of heroes. Heroes have their own journeys, and when they die, this journey will be extended to further places through the stories told by poets."

"Besides that, guiding heroes and helping them is also my wish, one of the wishes I added to myself. It's not just because we share the same goal, but for personal reasons, I also want to help you."

Even though the tone did not fluctuate at all, Bai Lin could clearly feel the other party's sincerity as soon as these words came out. Fortunately, she instinctively felt that the other party did not have any extra emotions, so she also asked with some curiosity.

"Personal reasons? I'm not a good hero—"

"You've done the best you can. There's no need to belittle yourself. Although these words may not be so pleasant to hear for someone like you who has personally experienced so many tragedies, as a viewer, I fully recognize you."

The volume was not fierce, even a little weak, but it was accompanied by a very fast interruption. This somewhat restrained but emotionally driven speech, coming out of the poet's mouth, made Bai Lin slightly stunned. The poet, looking at Bai Lin, continued,

"I know everything you've experienced since arriving in this world, from beginning to end. The only thing I don't know is the person you mentioned. You've gone from being ignorant to slowly regaining the mindset and strength of a Holy Son. You've forged ahead amidst pain, never stopping even when scarred. Even with some shortcomings, you're already an exceptional hero. You're a person who's gradually maturing, not a genius. In the past, you've achieved the best, and in the future, you'll achieve more than others can. You truly deserve to be called the best hero, saving the world."

Her words were decisive and her praise for Bai Lin made Bai Lin a little shy. However, Bai Lin did not listen to her completely and just said something complicated and vague,

"I hope so. I feel a little relieved by your words... Thank you."

The poet said nothing more, and silence returned to the two of them. Just like Bai Lin's previous attempts to comfort the poet, the current situation was similar, except that Bai Lin didn't quite want to feign politeness. The uneasiness within her heart was no longer something that could be dispelled with a few words.

Maybe she just unconsciously felt that the other party was no longer a stranger, so she was too lazy to force herself to be energetic. Compared to this, Bai Lin preferred to choose some topics that interested her to divert the conversation. She immediately caught some fragments of the previous conversation, as if she had understood something, clapped her hands, and then asked,

"You know all my stories, approve of me, and want to help me? Wait, when did you start to know my stories? After all, you are a fortune teller, right? You don't have to wait until something happens to me to know everything, right?"

The poet tilted her head slightly, seemingly not quite understanding the meaning behind Bai Lin's question. However, she still replied calmly,

"Even when I was still relatively young, I had already predicted your story. Although you have only been here for a few years, I have known you for much longer than that."

Chapter 736 I'm getting angry

"In short, the conclusion is that I've been listening to your deeds for more than ten years. Hearing the same story for so long hasn't bored me at all...it even makes me admire you deeply. Therefore, I think you're the greatest hero."

This made the poet's previous words even more convincing. Bai Lin wanted to kill an author like Banyuan who told the story of "Xia Ke Xing" so many times, not to mention playing such a story on a loop for so many years. She couldn't help but touch her nose through the helmet, seeming a little embarrassed, but then pointed at the other person and said with a smile,

"Hey, you've been listening to it since you were young, doesn't that mean you grew up listening to my stories? I'm a bit shy because I'm not very good at it, but this is really awesome. So... can you be considered my little fan?"

Bai Lin spoke to the other party with a bit of intense emotion, perhaps to change his mood. The poet's body trembled slightly, but then he quickly admitted it.

"You could say that. Even though you're not perfect right now, you still have unique qualities, both good and bad, that I can admire. Looking at the whole picture, I can't dislike you at any stage of your life. Broadly speaking, this is what a fan is."

The calm words could hardly conceal the slight shyness hidden beneath the calm tone. Imagine if you grew up listening to stories about a hero, wouldn't you be a little nervous when you meet him?

Bai Lin was even happier when she heard this. She immediately took off her helmet and ran towards the other person. She enthusiastically shook his hand and said confidently,

"You probably know my name very well, but I can certainly reiterate it in this relatively safe place. Bai Lin, my name is Bai Lin Ershiliweitan, and you're the first little fan I've ever met. I really want to know your name and what you look like. I must remember it for you, remember it well."

For Bai Lin, meeting her first fan in such a situation was no different from asking someone for an autograph as a fan herself. She would definitely remember the Dark Poet's appearance and name firmly in her mind.

"...My real name is Latia Tosk, but it's better to call me "poet." I'm a little uncomfortable just calling me by my first name. As for my appearance—do you really need to see it? I used to be called a tomboy, so..."

The hand of the dark poet held by Bai Lin was trembling slightly. She had completely lost her previous calm demeanor. Whether in tone or behavior, she was becoming more and more like a little girl. Now it was Bai Lin's turn to speak clearly and concisely. She said directly,

"What does it matter? How can a mere appearance possibly surpass a heart-to-heart conversation between you and me? No matter what you look like, it won't change my impression of you. Don't worry, I just want to remember what you really look like."

Since she seemed to have such a low self-esteem, then as an idol, it would be very effective and correct for me to affirm her. As expected, the Dark Poet's panic trembling subsided a little. She nodded, and then said tentatively in a soft voice,

"So...I picked it?"

"Pick, pick, pick. Just pick it without worry."

"Could you please let go of your hand for a moment?"

These words completely reminded Bai Lin that the other party was already extremely shy. She didn't hesitate, but with a little excitement, she let go of his hand. Under Bai Lin's scorching gaze, the poet, with no way out, reached for his mask.

A light mist blew out, and the sound of the activated machinery rang out softly. The mask was held by the poet's hand and slowly lowered. Then, the opponent's lineup was revealed. Bai Lin, who was originally smiling, suddenly widened his eyes when he saw this appearance.

The poet's appearance wasn't exactly similar to the tomboy she'd described; it was completely unrelated. Her appearance was very similar to the feeling of her voice: elegant with a touch of grace, a complete beauty.

Her snow-white hair was a little messy at the front, as if it had been suppressed for too long under the mask, and it was a little scattered. But as the hood of her windbreaker was removed, her impeccably smooth hair was simply the best backdrop in the dark night, setting off her impeccable face.

Those crimson eyes captivated the heart, radiant and brilliant like a ruby, yet not too dazzling. They held a peaceful yet extraordinary aura. Yamashita Kanon, also with white fur and crimson eyes, possessed a beauty that was instantly enchanting. The poet, however, was not like that. When Bai Lin met her gaze, he could only sense her beauty and immerse himself in it with a profound peace.

Although the previous Saint Qili had similar appearance to Bai Lin, her similar appearance was due to her being much younger than Bai Lin, making her more adorable. Her only coolness was reflected in her behavior and temperament.

The poet, however, bears a striking resemblance to Bai Lin in her slightly handsome features and her ability to be both sweet and salty. She could be a completely adorable beauty, the kind that appeals to both men and women. She may appear slightly younger than Bai Lin, but her handsomeness is no less impressive. Perhaps this is also where the so-called "tomboy" comes from.

Iced strawberry mousse was probably the feeling the poet gave Bai Lin. It was sweet and icy, yet not freezing, and it was soft and tender. Overall, it looked like a delicious pastry that wasn't overly extravagant.

"…………Fuck you, you're not so pretty, why are you shy? If you can't do it, there are plenty of women in the world who want to perform aerial dance. I'm telling you the truth, there's no falsehood. If you say you're not good-looking again, I'll be angry."

Bai Lin really couldn't help but curse. The poet, in a state of confusion and surprise, touched his cheeks with both hands, and said something similar.

"Eh? Really?! Could it be that my brother wasn't lying to me, and I'm really getting prettier as I grow older?"

The poet looked very surprised, and some words popped out of his mouth that normal people couldn't understand. Girls, basically, love beauty. Even boys basically look in the mirror every day. As a woman, you don't know whether you are good-looking or not?

Chapter 737 Maybe You Know It Even Before I Do

"And your brother? Has no one ever praised your good looks since you were a child? I'm not saying anything, but with your looks, anyone with a normal sense of appearance would definitely be amazed when they saw you."

Even though he was wearing such cool gear, Bai Lin felt that looking at the poet's face was more pleasing to the eye.

As if because of the praise, the poet's face turned slightly red, and she slowly replied to Bai Lin,

"Since that day, I've hardly met with outsiders. Even when I did, I usually wore a mask. I've been doing my own things, training, or doing some necessary things according to divination, preparing for meeting you and what will happen next..."

When the poet said this, he was calm, while Bai Lin was horrified. She was silent for a moment, as if she was trying to sort out her words, and then she continued,

"This...this is too lonely, and life like this must be very boring. You've really worked hard all this time."

I have no right to point fingers at other people's decisions or responsibilities, after all, they have just met. Bai Lin just empathizes with the other person from his own perspective and then gives appropriate comfort. However, the poet blinked and looked at Bai Lin with her beautiful eyes that were slightly filled with stars.

"In fact, a life you can predict is not that interesting. There are quite a few people in our tribe who stay indoors, and I'm not the most extreme one. Although it's natural and cannot be changed, I'm lucky to have you, Holy Son."

She opened her lips slightly, and melodious words flowed out from the corners of her slightly raised mouth. A gentle expression gradually grew in her words and eyes.

"I find your story and you very interesting, especially after meeting you. This feeling has become stronger and stronger."

"Perhaps some poets rely on hearsay, taking in the heroic stories they hear, rewriting them in a different form before spreading them. As a prophet, I can record your story in its entirety. But I believe that even that wouldn't be truly perfect. True understanding is always more easily born through practice."

The poet's eyes wandered elsewhere, his hands moved naturally, and he spoke softly.

"Just as Huan Gui, after personally encountering the Aragami, was able to create a statue with such vividness and unique divine qualities, Aridaeus was inspired by seeing her friend's gears, which gradually opened the door to subsequent creations. The actual events that took place will bring different feelings to people in various aspects."

"And this journey with you will surely be the same. It will allow me to weave this page of poetry for you, ascending to a realm beyond the divine. When I think of this, all the boredom of this life slowly dissipates. I've already begun to look forward to everything that will happen next, everything with you."

She already had a girlish appearance, and by the bright bonfire, she gradually revealed a more and more girlish side. Her emotions slowly progressed, and she became more and more excited as she spoke, and the light flashing in her eyes also became slightly brighter. It was as if a rose fell into the sea of ​​stars, and the brilliant and gorgeous flowers of hope bloomed in the girl's eyes. Deep in her emotions, she couldn't help but raise her hands and stretch them out to Bai Lin. After catching a glimpse of Bai Lin's slightly flustered and stunned expression, she also realized her own loss of composure, stretched her hands back in front of her, coughed twice, and said,

"Sorry, I got a little too excited. Anyway, that's it. For me, this kind of life is what I've been looking forward to. You don't need to sigh or feel sad for me. Ordinary people have ordinary happiness, murderers have their own happiness, and I, too, have the happiness I choose."

After hearing this, Bai Lin sniffed lightly, as if she had smelled something unusual, a slightly strange feeling. It probably wasn't out of emotion, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

Really unable to figure it out, Bai Lin stopped dwelling on it. Catering to the other party's slightly excited expression, she also smiled slightly and replied,

"Okay, then, let's work together. But even though you know it very well, I still have to tell you, just in case, that I have a girlfriend."

"Well, perhaps you didn't know this earlier than I did."

The excitement on the poet's face faded slightly, but his words suggested a gradual return to his initial state. The two of them stared at each other in silence. Though nothing was said or done, the feeling lingering in the silence wasn't awkwardness or dead silence. Instead, it was something more natural and beautiful, something that existed even without words.

Flowers fall in the rain, and the natural scent of mud and grass drifts away from the sun, slowly carried by the breeze. This atmosphere is interrupted by the poet putting on his armor again.

"Why, if it's so beautiful, why don't you keep it picked? Why cover it up?"

Bai Lin responded in this way, with a hint of disappointment in his tone. The poet, in the same tone as before, said calmly,

"You wear one every day, too, wearing such thick plate armor and a cloak. But my mask is different from yours. It's not for emergencies, which are almost impossible for me. Mine is just a convenient tool, in every sense of the word."

Indeed, this mask looks very high-tech, and it might be able to remotely control some equipment. Bai Lin commented so, but he was talking about something else.

"Oh, you can predict the future, right? Then I can take off my armor and sleep without having to use my cloak to keep watch. Oh, that's great..."

"You should continue to act as you have always done, because that is the best option in my prediction."

"Ah? This is the best."

Although Bai Lin was completely baffled, he still agreed. After all, the other party was playing with fate. Her words were too convincing. This was his eldest brother. After all, he had lived this kind of life for so long that he was somewhat accustomed to it. So, let it be.

Then, Bai Lin seemed to remember something, looked at the poet, and asked slowly,

"Well then, please tell me a little bit about your own relatively complete abilities and equipment..."

Chapter 738 We Don’t Need to Sleep

"If you need information about our race's technological capabilities, I'll provide that along with your rewards later. But if you need to think about anything to coordinate with the battle... that's completely unnecessary."

"Eh?"

"I already know everything about you. Oftentimes, you don't need to think or make any decisions. I understand the pain in your heart best. This time, it's enough for me to be responsible for you."

This sounded like a very manly sentence, but Bai Lin frowned slightly. Although it sounded very reliable when it came from the poet's mouth, Bai Lin always had an indescribable sense of weirdness. After a slight pause, Bai Lin replied calmly,

"Hmm... It's really comfortable to have your ability to predict the future. I'll leave it all to you."

This time, he was just a laborer, working for his boss, the poet. Could he be considered a companion? Perhaps, but Bai Lin, after all, didn't have to take the lead.

Would this ease her psychological burden? Bai Lin herself might not quite understand. She shook her head, sighed softly, and lay back in the tent.

Just like that, after resting for a while, Bai Lin got up. She went to bed before dawn and woke up before dawn. Her rest time seemed to be getting shorter and shorter, but her spirits didn't seem to have diminished at all.

Sometimes, Bai Lin himself began to doubt whether he could still be considered a normal human being. However, when he thought about his appetite, he realized that his body should still be in line with the normal structure of a human.

When she woke up, the first thing she saw was the poet lying on his side, fully dressed. He seemed to be looking at her through his mask. Perhaps he had woken up earlier than her, or perhaps... he hadn't slept at all.

"Are you awake? If you need a sparring partner, I'm here to help. But in about four or five hours, we'll be embarking on today's important agenda, and this one will be very demanding. So, please be careful not to overexert yourself or overthink things."

The very thoughtful greetings and reminders were like a warm autumn breeze, making Bai Lin feel a little uncomfortable for a moment. The last time Bai Lin felt this way was when she was with Katie Pello and listening to her tactical arrangements. However, compared to these inexplicable feelings, Bai Lin still paid more attention to other things. She immediately sat up and said,

"Okay... You're up really early. There aren't many people who can squeeze in more sleep than me."

Bai Lin's tone, as always, was slightly confused by the morning's confusion. After all, the subject was just a greeting, and nothing serious had gone wrong. The poet slowly replied,

"Our clan doesn't need sleep."

"Fuck, that's so convenient. Do you want to eat?"

"You still have to eat some."

Hearing this, Bai Lin nodded convulsively, then slowly went out of the tent with shaking shoulders. While nodding, he muttered,

"It's okay. I feel better now that I heard you guys aren't that perverted."

After completing this action, Bai Lin inexplicably felt a slight chill on her spine, but she didn't pay much attention to it and continued walking out. Thus began the first day of their journey together. For most of the early morning, Bai Lin, as usual, was exercising on her own.

Occasionally, when Bai Lin gets a feel for a new move, she'll eagerly test it out on the poet. Even putting aside her uncanny ability to manipulate fate, she's still a formidable opponent. There aren't many people in the world who can fight Bai Lin with cold weapons these days, so it's rare to find one, so we must cherish them.

In addition, the poet was even able to teach Bai Lin some techniques that she had not been able to learn from others, but that others had used with Bai Lin. Bai Lin was very surprised by this, and the poet explained that he could actually read some of Bai Lin's first-person perspectives and replay them through his own ability, so he remembered them very clearly.

"But I can't really guarantee whether it can be completely replicated. After all, I'm not an expert in this area."

"We'll talk about that later. The main thing is inspiration. Inspiration, your ability is really helpful."

Bai Lin, dressed in light training gear, patted the poet's shoulder and spoke naturally. Even if she learned some impressive moves from some very talented people, Bai Lin would often make minor changes. Many things weren't designed to fit Bai Lin's needs, so stitching and reworking them became a daily routine for her.

Incomplete moves would also improve her, as they would provide her with more ideas. However, if she could fully master the original moves and then create new ones, the results would be much better.

"Hundreds, even thousands of years of accumulation. The experience of those predecessors, the masterpieces sculpted by tens of thousands of people, already possess sufficient qualities. A mere tamperer like me, who has only mastered it for a few years and is already tinkering with it, can't easily surpass the wisdom of so many. After all, I only have one brain."

Bai Lin's original words were this: she had always been arrogant to the outside world and modest to the inside. But that was another matter. The current situation was that the poet, who was patted on the shoulder by Bai Lin, seemed a little happy. She trembled slightly, looked at Bai Lin and asked,

"Really? That's great! I've already categorized many of the moves derived from different creatures, as well as some of the things used by people you've met, into a certain hierarchy. To be honest, I've always been a little worried that you wouldn't be too interested in learning all this miscellaneous stuff..."

"Hey, you can predict things, right? You couldn't have missed this page, right? I really don't like to review things deliberately, but it's certainly quite useful to selectively learn from others and gain experience that I haven't fully grasped from past battles."

Bai Lin smiled and replied. The poet gently grasped her sword with both hands, revealing a little girlish demeanor, and then said,

"Of course I've anticipated this conversation, but hearing you actually say it, it feels a little different. You should understand, right?"

Although Bai Lin didn't quite understand, and she certainly didn't understand the thought process of someone who had read the perfect spoiler, she still nodded and responded.

Time passed quickly, and the stars gradually streaked across the sky, slowly revealing the peaceful and quiet night with their dazzling posture, and slowly wandering between the two of them.

Chapter 739 A Round Sun

An egg-yellow light gradually penetrated the clouds, gradually obscuring the stars on the horizon. Gentle yet vibrant, it cast a warm glow across the earth. Bai Lin's moving body appeared remarkably firm in this light and shadow. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she casually raised her blade, braced herself, and gazed toward the horizon.

There was a hint of bewilderment on her face, as if she, like the world, had just woken up. A faint light brushed against her face, passing from the tip of her eyelashes, through her hair, and also fell on the dark poet's shoulder. The latter took light steps and stood beside Bai Lin, and asked lightly,

"Are you tired from practicing?"

Bai Lin wiped away the confusion on his face, shook his head, and then replied softly with a hint of deep meaning,

"Nothing, just remembered some things from a while ago."

She recalled that not long after they'd set out on their journey, she and Miyuki had also watched a spectacular sunrise together. While the scenery here might not be as breathtaking as that time, the feeling it evoked for Bai Lin was essentially the same. The rising sun was like meeting someone new, a feeling both new and familiar, reassuring and warm.