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Chapter 126
Chapter 126
Hearing Mistry saying that he could come by himself, Lucia was taken aback: "Coming by myself? Don't you need me?"
"Yeah, I'm getting familiar with this place." Mistry replied with a smile, "In this way, I don't need your positioning and guidance when I arrive, and I can create my own body."
Lucia felt a little lost, and she replied, "That's great."
Mistry found Lucia's downfall at once. He didn't say anything. He led Lucia through the portal and came to a place that was no different from the stage he just saw.
"Come on, my Miss Rose." Mistry took Lucia's hand and walked to the stage, "Let's write our own stage play."
"But I can't sing opera." Lucia replied, "I'm not good at singing at all."
"It's okay, I can't sing either." Mistry blinked, "Don't be shy, it's just the two of us here, no audience."
"But I really won't."
Lucia was still refusing, but Mistry was smiling and singing.
He was showing an out of tune, and his singing voice seemed to be quite standard, but there was always something wrong.
After singing a paragraph, Mistry looked at Lucia encouragingly.
Even Mistry tried so hard, and Lucia laughed and sang.
Although he did not have much professional training, Lucia also took a lot of music lessons in the seminary, and sang much better than Mistry.
Lucia sang the song of Miss Rose courting Nightingale. After she sang Rose, she saw Nightingale and was attracted by his beautiful feathers and beautiful singing, so she fell in love with each other.
After singing this part, the next part should be Nightingale's part, which shows that he has no interest in roses.
But Mistry didn't sing like that. Light gathered in his hand and turned into a violin: "Then I will answer you with the music I composed, Miss Rose."
"Don't!" Lucia hurriedly stopped her. She recalled the death music created by Mistry, and felt that her scalp was about to explode. "My own people, don't talk!"
Even if Lucia stopped, the music still rang.
Unlike what Lucia had imagined, what came out of Mistry's fingertips was not his strange sounds that made the scalp tingle.
It's a very gentle, very gentle piece of music.
In the same vein as those death music, this piece also has a strong appeal.
In the music, Lucia felt as if she had walked to a valley full of flowers. She sat quietly in the valley, where she basked in the sun.
Her heart was slowly calmed down, and at the same time, those unease that had been hidden all along slowly emerged.
At the end of the first area, the violin in Mistry's hand turned into a little streamer again, covering the stage like snow. Like the hero in all the stories, he walked to Lucia with a gentle smile, one knee Kneel down.
"Lucia, will you marry me?"
Lucia opened her eyes in surprise.
"Although I don't know your human music, it's really a very wonderful thing." Mistry took Lucia's hand, "The song I wrote when I was thinking of you is completely different from the past. "
"When I finish writing, I think you must be the first to hear this song, do you like it?"
"I like it." Lucia replied, and the tears couldn't help pouring out again.
"What do I want to help you with, okay?" Mistry asked gently. "Why are you crying? Whatever it is, I'll help you out."
Lucia looked at Mistry.
The eyes of the other party are as gentle as before, but she doesn't have the same courage as before.
"You made me not like myself." Lucia murmured, smiling slightly.
Different from the sparkling smile in the past, she looked a little gentle, a little helpless, and seemed to have grown up all of a sudden: "I started to be timid, and I started to think, if I could live without knowing anything, how much would it be? OK."
"I can keep you alive forever," Mistry promised.
"Is that so..." Lucia was silent for a while, "But I can't do it, I don't know anything about you."
"When I first met you, you said that you had no priesthood and no believers. I thought you were a new god who had just acquired the divine personality... Actually, you are not."
Mistry blinked slowly, speaking a little slower: "Yes, I'm not a new god."
"You told me that God must have human belief in order to continue to exist, so why can you still exist without belief?" Lucia asked the question in her heart.
"Because I'm a god outside this world," Mistry replied, his expression calmer, "so I don't need to be bound by the rules of this world."
After answering this, Mistry was ready to continue to meet Lucia's series of questions. After all, his memory is not like human beings, which will be forgotten over time, so he remembers a lot of things.
So Mistry could imagine that Lucia, as a human being, would have many questions.
Like why he appeared in Arlanthal.
Like why he came to this world.
For example, Lucia thought that after her death, the god 'Mistri' would disappear with the passage of time, and specially made a Mistri communication company to let humans remember him.
Mistry also found some problems difficult, and did not know how to explain.
"Is that so, no wonder." Lucia replied, smiling, "No wonder I think you are different from the gods of this world."
"Yes, after all, I and the gods here are not strictly the same kind." Mistry replied, continuing to look at Lucia, wondering what else she had to ask.
To Mistry's surprise, Lucia asked a question he couldn't think of at all: "Do you really like me?"
"Isn't that obvious?" Mistry blurted out, "Of course I like you, you are my favorite human being... Not just humans, even among all living things, I like you the most."
Lucia looked at Mistry.
Those blue eyes that seemed to be able to speak seemed to hide a thousand words, but Mistry couldn't understand a word.
"Then I promise your marriage proposal." Lucia replied, "Let's get married."
Is this a promise?
No other requirements?
Mistry looked into Lucia's eyes, he didn't understand why Lucia didn't keep asking.
According to Lucia's character, she often has to find out about this kind of thing and make everything clear.
He felt inexplicably anxious, but he didn't know what to do.
"Then do you have any requirements?" Mistry couldn't help asking, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Actually, I have nothing to pursue." Lucia shook her head and replied, "Since the year I came to Serancha, I was afraid every day."
"What are you afraid of?" Mistry couldn't wait to help Lucia with some things, "Tell me, I can help you."
"I am afraid that I will die, and the happy life I am afraid of will be destroyed." Lucia said calmly, "I am afraid of danger, but I can't do anything... In fact, I really can't do anything."
"Remember when I was kidnapped by a cultist?"
Mistry nodded.
"I thought I was really going to be taken away, but I still wanted to fight to the death... Now think about it, if I didn't escape at that time, would my family be completely broken now?"
"There will be no such thing." Mistry comforted Lucia, "I will protect you."
"Well, if it wasn't for you, I don't know what would happen now." Lucia smiled at Mistry, "Thank you, Mistry."
"But how many people are not as lucky as me and have lost everything?"
Looking at Lucia's peaceful expression, Mistry seems to have returned to Lucia's childhood. At that time, she also looked out the window with such an expression, worrying about other people's lives.
He felt a sense of unease.
Although the proposal was successful, Mistry was not very happy.
He felt that he knew Lucia enough, but what happened today made him realize that he didn't know him that well.
He clearly thought it was a stream that could see the bottom at a glance, but the result was beyond his expectations.
When Lucia fell asleep, Mistry sat up and sat quietly beside the bed, looking at Lucia's sleeping face.
Lucia's face remained the same as before, but Lucia seemed to have grown up a bit.
We have seen each other every day in the past, why don't we understand Lucia at all now?
The purple bird landed on Mistry's shoulder, it lowered its head, its beautiful tail feathers fluttered slowly in the air, and light purple light spots slowly enveloped the room.
"Should I enter Lucia's dream and see?" Mistry seemed to be talking to himself, "I don't understand her anymore, I think she knows something."
The dreamy bird chirped softly.
Mistry stretched out his hand and gently placed his finger on Lucia's forehead.
In fact, it is too easy to understand what Lucia thinks.
Whether it's entering her dreams, directly exploring her mind, or directly asking her to speak and then clearing her memory.
This is just a human being, so small, so weak, that he can't even control his own life in front of them.
But Mistry's actions were hesitant.
He moved his hand away and looked seriously at Lucia's sleeping appearance, the cold expression on his face returned to gentleness.
"Forget it. Although I don't understand what Lucia is thinking now, I know that she doesn't like me getting to know her in this way."