Chapter 250 Yeats: Let me first offer some suggestions
The sun is shining brightly along the Thames River, and the poetry festival venue is located in a green meadow surrounded by flowers.
The marble statue of the goddess of art and poetry is placed in the center of the venue. In front of the statue is a stage covered with red velvet, surrounded by musical instruments, garlands and vines.
Behind the statue is a royal garden, with laurel and olive trees emitting fragrance, and swans walking among the water lilies on the sparkling lake.
The open space was already filled with nobles in costumes, gathering in twos and threes and talking in low voices. The poets were dressed in Renaissance-style robes with pleated collars, holding parchments and quills in their hands, and glanced at the figures stepping off the carriage.
Yeats's arrival seemed to cause a stir in the venue, and there were endless whispers.
June and Elsa arrived early and sat on the second-floor terrace with a wide view, overlooking the crowded scene.
Those comments fell into Elsa's ears, and she couldn't help but let a proud smile appear on her face.
June was a little absent-minded... She spent a lot of energy tracking down the Blood Spider Lord. This trip was forced by Elsa.
But she is also looking forward to what kind of works Baron Yeats will leave behind in the poetry festival.
In the venue, the crowd was talking.
"That's Yeats, the former Baron Kuchiki..."
"He is said to be the chosen one for art? His appearance is not bad."
"Hmph, poetry Inspiration is needed. Even if he is the chosen one in art, who can be sure that he can win the championship if he performs on the spot? "
Yeats Berlandi, bard.
The three famous works "When You Are Old", "Ode to a Nightingale" and "How Can I Compare You to a Summer Day" have been spread in the literary world of the Golden Lion Kingdom and have established his status as an outstanding poet.
The most important thing is that there are even rumors that "Yeats is the god of art". Whether this news is true or false, many literati who participated in the poetry festival have to report to Yeats or Respect, or scrutiny, or a look of disapproval.
Next to the marble statue, there is a blind girl wearing a white pleated robe, with delicate silver eye protection on her pointed face, covering her eyes.
At this moment, this priest of poetry from the imperial capital was lowering his head, clasping his hands, and praying softly to the statue.
Yeats is a bit amazing.
It's you, fire girl!
"The most well-known temple of the Goddess of Art is located in the Western Imperial Capital 'Tovanna'. It is called the Temple of Youth. Most of the clergy who serve her are also located in this temple."
Klan Walking with Yeats, pipe in mouth, facing The priest raised his chin and said:
"The blind girl is the priest of the God of Poetry who came from the imperial capital. You can understand her as the saint of the goddess of art."
"How come the priests are all women and there are no men?" Yeats said.
"Look what you said, there are only female priests in the Tarot cards, but there are no male priests." Crane said dumbly.
Yeats shrugged and looked around. He saw bards from all provinces gathered in the venue. Some poets Yeats had read their works in the library and had seen their works with his own eyes. Portrait.
These poets are also extraordinary people. Yeats even sensed the aura of the Five Ring Heroes in the venue. Although he deliberately restrained himself, Yeats had faced the Five Rings many times and was quite familiar with this sense of oppression.
This is exactly the characteristic of the five-ring hero, [will to power].
With this superior will, the hero can make low-level people surrender with just his aura, and belief is the key to creating [will to power].
The more tenacious a hero is, the stronger his will is.
The fourth ring has the ability to 'sense nature' and can more quickly call upon the elements and magic power in the creative field, while the fifth ring can 'transform nature' and control the elements for one's own use by will.
There is no Sixth Ring Master in the venue, and the master is in a completely different realm. He is already a figure at the top of the Atrium Continent. He can find a small kingdom and become the emperor at any time as long as he wants.
But most of the masters are decent people, and masters who behave in extreme ways have long been suppressed by 'watchmen' like Candela.
“I heard that poetry is a compulsory course for bards. Regardless of whether they are of noble or poor origin, bards play and sing their own stories and get inspiration from epics and legends.”
Crane twirled his moustache and said with a smile:
"To be honest, when I was choosing a career, I also hesitated whether to become a poet... But I have no faith and only believe in logic. It’s more suitable for me to temper myself.”
Extraordinary power comes from two major categories, tempering skills and gifts from gods. In many cases, the two are closely related. Even knights who temper themselves often choose a god to swear an oath; and even the chosen ones need to pass Continuously temper and strengthen the soul.
Yeats thought: "My belief is that as long as it is useful, you can believe it!"
Currently, Yeats holds three jobs concurrently, which is unimaginable in the eyes of ordinary people, and this is also his The confidence to win in the three major events of the competition at the same time.
Bards are a controversial profession among the ten extraordinary paths. They often use music and language as spell-casting media, and sometimes use thin swords and arrows for protection. They usually believe in the God of Love or the God of Poetry.
Occasionally there are poets who believe in nature and seek tranquility in the company of animals; or there are poets who believe in storms and sing rune ballads in the cold north.
If you believe in the Holy Light, the bard can master a music spell called 'Gospel', and his abilities are more inclined to healing and enhancement.
Yeats is the most orthodox bard. He obtained extraordinary power from the goddess of art and poetry. He can not only master music and magic, but also be good at swordsmanship and dance-like dexterity.
But because the goddess of art only has moderate divine power, the bards on the Midgard Continent gradually declined and no longer had the glory of the old era before "Twilight of the Gods".
In the old era, bards composed the four major epics in the Midgard Continent, which became the cornerstone of culture and art in the new era.
At that time, poets believed in the God of Light, a god of high divine power who was in charge of art, light, prophecy, and swordsmanship. He was handsome and friendly, and was the most beloved god among the gods.
After the death of the God of Light, a disaster swept across the Midgard Continent. In the new era, the goddess of youth inherited the 'artistic' authority of the God of Light, but the bard has lost its former glory.
Yeats remembered the documents he had read in the Jianhe Library, and couldn't help but look inwards at the mistletoe in the realm of the soul.
It was this inconspicuous plant that eventually killed the God of Light, and also gave the Sword of Silver the powerful power to 'obliterate divinity'.
"It's like a Western fantasy version of God's Whip, a special attack on divinity." Yeats secretly complained.
The sun is gradually rising, it is approaching noon, and the poetry meeting is about to be officially held.
The poets participating in the poetry meeting will compose poems on the spot based on the topics given by the priest of poetry, and recite them on stage one by one.
The divinity contained in the statue of the goddess of art and youth is the judge of this poetry competition.
Whoever can receive the blessing from the goddess of art will win the crown of the Poetry Festival!
"Long time no see, Your Excellency Yeats."
Richard, the dean of the College of Poets, came to greet Yeats with a smile on his face.
Beside the dean in a tuxedo stood a handsome elf in a bright red robe, attracting everyone's attention with his tall figure and striking pointed ears.
"To be honest, I really don't want to see you." Perun sighed, "How can I stand out when you are here?"
Yeats smiled slightly: "Temporary creation, I won't see you You must win the championship.”
Perun touched his chin, showed a proud smile, and agreed:
"You are right, maybe I can defeat you this time, haha."
Richard is used to it. , gently introduced: "I would like to introduce you to a famous bard, whose works you must have read, "The Swan Collection."" Swans are very common in the imagery of Western poetry, and this "Swan Collection" It is also regarded as an artistic treasure in the Golden Lion's "Nature Chanter" genre.
Soon, Yeats saw a kind old man wearing a white robe, with a curly white beard and soft eyes. He was the Bard of the Five Rings 'Lilgo' .
The influence of Lilgo's "Swan Collection" is extremely profound. He believed in nature and "pursued inner peace" as his belief, and his face seemed to glow with the brilliance of a wise man.
Even a Duke must be more courteous when facing Rilgo, but the old man did not have any airs. He shook hands with Yeats and said gently:
"I have read your The work, that sonnet is particularly good, is a work that can be passed down through the ages.”
Hearing Rilgo’s high praise, both Richard and Perron were startled involuntarily.
Spread for generations!
Even those who are powerful in the Holy Realm may be hidden in the sands of history.
Yeats and his poems can last forever and be passed down to future generations. This is undoubtedly the poet's lifelong pursuit!
Yeats smiled modestly.
Rilgo’s evaluation was good because that sonnet was written by Shakespeare.
In front of this man of true talent and learning, I, as a poetry copyist, should be more courteous.
"Mr. Lilgo, I would like to ask, what is the professional difference between a nature chanter and a sword dance poet?" Yeats asked politely.
“Nature singers, a branch of the poet profession, are similar in nature to druids, and can call for the protection of animals and natural spirits through music.”
Lilgowen said: “ Occupation is just a container, and soul power is the source of water. When the water is enough to break the container, it can enter different rivers. There is no occupation, only realms. "
Yeats seems to have something. Enlightenment, nodded slowly: "Thank you, Mr. Rilgo."
"You're welcome, just some of my thoughts." Rilgo said with a smile, "The verse is about to begin. I'm looking forward to Baron Yeats." Your creation... let’s go in together.”
At this time, a man dressed as a butler came over, holding a beautifully bound copy of "The Swan" in his hand, and said respectfully: "Mr. Rilgo, my wife particularly likes your works. If you can, please trouble me." Sign the title page of the book as a souvenir for my wife. I have caused you trouble."
Yeats noticed that there was something strange about Crane's expression next to him, so he followed his gaze.
Under the cover of a parasol, ten nails painted with bright red impatiens juice peel juicy grapes, and the plump pulp is handed to the bright red lips, a charming girl The breathtaking beautiful lady is sitting at the table, her fiery red dress is like a flowing flame, the ravine on her chest is as white as suet, and the corners of her eyes are full of spring.
Yeats only heard Crane's message:
"That is the Duke of Suffolk's wife, Lee Matilda, a black-haired imperial descendant. It is said that her life is chaotic. , you have to investigate it yourself.”
Yeats secretly thought that after experiencing the temptation of Lilith, he had a stronger determination for beauty than ordinary people, but this Duchess always seemed familiar to Yeats.
Have you ever met her? When did it happen? Or did Daisy sneak out again?
Yeats glanced at the Duchess and saw Matilda smiling and nodding.
Obviously, she knew Yeats, and there was hope in her eyes, as if she was encouraging Yeats to win the crown.
"It is an honor for me that the Duchess likes "The Swan"."
Rilgo had an easy-going attitude, quill in hand, and signed the books handed to him by the butler.
Soon, Rilgo, Yeats, Richard, and Perron entered the venue as contestants, while Crane watched from the outside.
Thomas' beloved son, Calvin, also attended the poetry festival, standing in the crowd and waving to Yeats excitedly.
Yeats smiled and nodded. At this time, a figure appeared on the stage, attracting everyone's attention.
The bards all looked at the blind priestess, waiting for her to give the test questions for this verse.
"The verses test not only poetry creation, but also recitation skills and musical instrument playing. This goes back to the era of the God of Light. The beautiful God of Light was the creator of all musical instruments except the Pan Flute." Richard explained.
“What about Pan Flute?” Perun said.
Richard sighed: "Of course the pan flute was invented by the Faun, but it's a pity that the Faun is dead, and the Faun poet has long since disappeared from this world!"
Yeats: "... ”
Don’t talk nonsense, the successor of Pan Di is standing in front of you!
The contestants participating in the poetry festival have different shapes, some look like peacocks with their wings spread, or they look like they have traveled through time from the ancient Iliad. The blind priestess, wearing a silver blindfold, patrolled the venue as if she could see.
In the end, Yeats and the blind priestess met their "eyes".
Yeats clearly heard the sweet voice of the blind priestess gently ringing in his ears.
"My name is Hebei, I am the priest of the goddess of youth. I am here to see you."
Yeats was stunned and said: "What kind of god did she send to me?" Or do you have any requirements? ”
"She hopes you can get this blessing."
Hebe said softly: "Because this blessing... is quite precious."
Yeats suddenly cheered up.
With my supreme talent, I will continue copying this time!
Soon, Hebe stood in front of the statue of the goddess of art, and his voice covered the entire venue with a spell.
Under the focus of everyone, Hebe said slowly:
"I have received an oracle from the goddess. The question for this verse is, [Soul]!"
The words fell. , causing a burst of discussion in the venue.
Such an abstract concept is a topic that extraordinary people have to face, because soul power is the source of extraordinary power!
"Soul?" Richard asked thoughtfully and humbly, "Mr. Rilgo, what do you think?"
Rilgo smiled and shared without hesitation: "If the soul is compared to a concrete river, there are many inspirations that can be used."
Richard suddenly understood, and his attitude became more and more respectful.
Yeats rubbed his chin: "Soul..."
"Baron Yeats, do you have any inspiration to share?" Rilgo said with a smile.
Yeats's heart skipped a beat, he was being thrown into a difficult situation!
Fortunately, I really know how to do this!
Yeats pondered, and slowly said:
"People are in society, just like sand is on the beach, and foam is on the sea. The tide will wipe away the sand, and the wind will wipe it away. The foam will be blown away, but the ocean and the beach will remain forever."
Looking at Rilgo's slightly shining eyes, Yeats smiled and said:
"Let me go on stage first. , let’s throw some light into the matter!”
(End of this chapter)