Chapter 251: Winning poems and blessings with mead
The God of Light, in charge of light, medicine, music, and poetry, has superb archery skills and outstanding talents, and is elegant and handsome. He is the god of the gods. The most beloved among them.
According to legend, the God of Light is the prophesied king of gods who will eventually lead the world to eternal light.
However, after He was murdered by the God of Darkness, the world was swallowed up by endless winter, glaciers swept through the atrium, and everything was finally burned in a fire. This fire eventually led to the birth of a new era.
The goddess of youth was once a subordinate god of the God of Light. In today's new era, she inherits the authority of 'poetry' and spreads inspiration, art and talent to the bards in the world.
Therefore, in this poetic festival watched by the goddess of youth, the traditions of the old era are still preserved, and many details are similar to those held in honor of the god of light: laurel crowns, playing lutes, and recitations on the stage.
Under the spotlight of the crowd, the tall young poet, holding a lute in hand, was the first to walk onto the stage, which immediately aroused hushed exclamations and discussions.
Not even a moment after the exam questions were announced, Yeats was already on stage. This talent truly amazed everyone.
“Improvisation, Baron Yeats has actually completed it?”
“The extraordinary inspiration of the artistic god is evident.”
"But how could he be the first to take the stage compared to other people's well-thought-out works?"
"The later he comes on stage and the longer he takes to think about it, the more advantage he has!"
Theft at the venue In the midst of the discussion, the blind priestess faced Yeats, who was walking towards him, put her hands in front of her, bowed gracefully and respectfully, and said in an ethereal and melodious voice:
"I look forward to your poetry and performance."
Yeats held the lute in his hand and nodded slightly.
There are three contents in the poetry test: performance, recitation, and creation, corresponding to music, singing and poetry.
Performing is naturally not a problem for Yeats, who is a divine choice for art. The key is to see which poem is copied related to the examination question "Soul".
In fact, the gap in recitation can be made up by accompaniment. When choosing accompaniment instruments, Yeats hesitated between the pan flute and the lute, and finally chose the latter.
The lyre, a plucked musical instrument, is said to be a sacred object of the God of Light.
The God of Light once competed with the God of Shepherd in their playing skills. The two used lyre and panpipe as musical instruments respectively. In the end, the God of Light was superior in skill. The lyre and panpipe are therefore regarded as symbols of the two gods.
Standing on the stage, Yeats looked around the crowded venue and saw many familiar faces.
This poetry festival can be said to be the top event in the Golden Lion Kingdom. All the participants are high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and the minor nobles are not even qualified to enter and watch.
Five of the six major ducal families sent representatives to attend, but only the Duke of Alba was still not present - in the eyes of devout Holy Light believers, the belief in gods is a complete heresy, and all should be dismissed. Outlawed.
‘With Duke Alba’s temper, it is almost impossible to cooperate with the Blood Clan. The possibility that he is the Blood Spider Duke is very small. '
Yeats glanced at the elegant and charming black-haired lady under the cover of a parasol. Mrs. Lee Matilda's eyes were upturned, with a look of expectation in her eyes, and the corners of her lips were curled up. smile.
‘The Duke of Suffolk, who is suffering from leprosy, only allowed his wife to attend, but his whereabouts are unknown... Isn’t a leper wearing an iron mask the easiest to clear his suspicion? ’
Yeats thought to himself.
‘Crane is a professional detective. According to his plan, he must attend the Duchess’s dinner party tonight to investigate. Only by performing well in this poetry party can he receive an invitation. ’
Thinking of this, Yeats gathered his mind and concentrated on the lyre in his hand, his long fingers gently brushing the strings.
Suddenly, a melodious rest song, accompanied by gentle mana fluctuations, lingered in the venue like a breeze.
When a poet chooses a piece of music to perform, he usually chooses a music spell that matches the style of the poem. For example, if it is a heroic poem, then he would choose the 'Inspiration Song' spell.
As a music god, Yeats’s attainments in musical skills were unparalleled, and his performance of the ‘Rest Piece’ had reached the level of proficiency.
There are all outstanding bards present, and the skill of a bard can be judged just from the music performance.
At this moment, listening to Yeats's freehand music, many contestants looked ashamed.
In the crowd, Dean Richard said with emotion: "Baron Yeats's performance skills are beyond the reach of even the poets of the High Circle. This is the advantage of the God of Art."
Even the arrogant elf poet Perun couldn't help but agree with the dean's statement, nodding and saying: "I really can't compare with him in music performance. I can only rely on having enough time and work more on poetry."
As a five-ring poet, Rilgo could see that Yeats had reached a high standard as a poet. At his age, this achievement was truly astonishing!
Lilgo, with his white beard curled up like a wise man, his eyes shimmering and his tone a hint of surprise, murmured:
"How could I hear it from this piece of music? The meaning of the faun... Is this my illusion?"
Hearing this, Dean Richard opened his eyes wide.
The god of fauns and the god of light are the two most outstanding gods of music in the old era.
Mr. Rilgo praised Yeats's playing as having the charm of a faun. This is undoubtedly a very high compliment!
Even the restless atmosphere in the venue gradually calmed down in this melodious music, and everyone's thoughts seemed to be following Yeats's music in a midsummer afternoon.
Surrounded by flowers and fragrant with laurels, there was a young man as handsome as the god of light, standing tall and tall on the stage, with a voice as sweet as a nightingale, and said slowly:
"The title of the poem is , "Seven Times I Despised My Soul"
The poem originated from the modern poet Gibran, who, together with Lu Xun and Rabindranath Tagore, is known as the three major writers in modern Eastern history.
This poem copied by Yeats comes from Kahlil Gibran's poetry anthology "Sand and Foam", which exposes the common weaknesses of human nature and calls on people to cleanse their souls and pursue a nobler realm.
After the words fell, many audience members showed confusion on their faces.
Poets have always praised the soul, which is the foundation of extraordinary power. Isn’t a work that is famous for its contempt suspected of going off topic?
However, some poets have thoughtful expressions on their faces... Poems need to be innovative, and their words should not be surprising. Baron Yeats obviously uses a contrasting method, and he can't help but continue to listen with curiosity.
Accompanied by the music played by the plectrum, Yeats chanted with the blessing of the "nightingale voice".
“The first time was when I saw her pretending to be humble when she could be aggressive.”
“The second time was when I saw her limping in front of a cripple. And pass."
Everyone was stunned. Humility has always been a virtue respected by knights. Why did Baron Yeats suddenly sing the opposite tune?
Richard couldn't help but look at Rilgo, and saw him stroking his beard, his eyes glimmering, and murmuring: "Pretending to be humble is not humility, but hypocrisy and arrogance."
Yeats continued:
“The third time was when she chose easy between difficulty and difficulty.”
“The fourth time was when she made a mistake and chose easy. Comfort yourself by knowing that others will make mistakes.”
The venue has quieted down, and everyone is listening carefully, with thoughtful expressions on their faces.
‘It is always easier to choose the easy road, but the soul keeps moving forward in the face of difficulties and hardships. ’
Rilgo's eyes moved slightly and he thought:
'And using other people's mistakes to comfort yourself... is the biggest mistake. '
Yeats said:
"The fifth time was when she gave in because of her weakness and still claimed it as her perseverance." "The sixth time was when she despised an ugly face. , but little did he know that it was one of his own masks.”
"The seventh time was when she sang a hymn and regarded it as a virtue."
The psalm came to an end, the music came to an end, and the whole venue fell into silence.
This is no longer a simple narrative poem, but mainly lyrical, and the feelings it evokes vary from person to person.
On the second floor terrace, June was thoughtful, and after a while he sighed softly:
“I really don’t know how this guy can have such a profound state of mind at such a young age!”< br>
Elsa had already excerpted this little poem from the manual, holding it in her hands and reading it carefully, as if she couldn't put it down, with a crazy smile on her face.
“Do you understand?” June expressed doubt.
“I can’t understand it, but it’s very artistic!” Elsa said with a smile.
June smiled helplessly and said: "If you can read the artistic conception, you have made significant progress."
Under the parasol, the duchess's beautiful eyes revealed the slightest glimmer of light, and she waved. Ask the butler to come over and whisper in his ear.
Perun frowned and said bluntly: "I don't like this poem. It doesn't seem to have any plot. It's just an expression of discussion?"
"To be precise, it is the introspection of the soul. Only through introspection can we let it go." The soul reaches a higher realm," Rilgo said with emotion, "In my opinion, this is a masterpiece that can be passed down to future generations!"
"Perhaps because this poem does not sing about love, it makes you sad. Not very satisfied." Dean Richard taught earnestly, "Love is not the whole of poetry, and the soul is not made up of love."
Perun said righteously: "Love is my soul. All!”
Rilgo smiled hoarsely, then looked at the young poet on the stage, his eyes full of admiration, and said bluntly:
"This is a famous poem that can be constantly recalled. In such a short creation time, it is impossible for me to surpass his poem!"
Perun was stunned.
He claims that his skill is not as good as that of Rilgo, but even Rilgo said so... Could it be that Yeats is going to win the championship again this time?
Dean Richard smiled bitterly and said: "This is not just throwing bricks to attract jade, this is just throwing out the jade seal!"
It took a long time.
When the poet at the scene figured out the meaning of this poem, his eyes lit up.
The faces of the contestants were either amazed, respected, or disappointed.
"Isn't this really what he prepared in advance? The degree of completion is too high!"
"The first one raised the tone, how can the subsequent games be held?"< br>
“Come on, I abstain...I will never be able to write this kind of poem in my life, let alone improvise it on the spot!”
The way Calvin looked at Yeats had changed.
I have heard rumors that Baron Yeats is the God of Art, but that day, I saw with my own eyes that he suppressed the Vampire Marquis who was as strong as the fifth ring!
Today, he still has this amazing performance in verse... Calvin suspected that the so-called artistic divine choice was just a cover, being both civil and military and good at swordsmanship and bow and arrow——
Ye There is a connection between Zhi Mingming and the God of Light!
"Seven times have I despised my soul..." The blind priestess Hebe stood beside the statue of the goddess of art, murmuring the verses she just read.
As a priest of the Temple of Youth, Hebe has seen countless bards who come to the temple to offer poems to the goddess, and has an extremely keen insight into poetry.
This poem is not inferior to the previous masterpieces of Lord Chosen. It can even be said to be his improvisation, and the evaluation is even higher!
The corners of Heber's mouth under the silver eye protection slightly raised. Yeats's soft voice and moving music were still lingering in his ears, and he said:
"Please come next A reciter came on stage."
The contestants looked at each other, and no one wanted to be the second to take the stage, with Baron Yeats's daughter in front.
We are not afraid of not knowing the goods, but we are afraid of comparing goods.
Even though there are leading figures in the Golden Lion literary world present, the original manuscript was completely blown away when compared with Baron Yeats.
Who dares to take the stage second?
The atmosphere in the venue was a bit strange. Dean Richard saw this scene in front of his eyes and sighed.
“I still made a mistake.”
"What's the mistake?" Perun asked curiously.
Richard smiled bitterly: "What Yeats threw was indeed a brick, which directly killed the game!"
In the end, it was Perron who came on the stage, walking proudly, while Playing the lyre and reciting.
To be fair, Perron's rhetoric is gorgeous and romantic, but compared with Yeats's far-reaching poems, it falls into the gaudy.
After his recitation ended, the audience burst into applause again, but it was sparse compared to just now.
But Perron's appearance also alleviated the embarrassment of the poets. The contestants appeared one by one, and there were many masterpieces among them. Among them, "My soul is as deep as a river" by Liergo was the most outstanding. Compared with the first one to appear, Yeats, there is still a huge gap.
In the evening, the sun sets, and the fiery red sunset shines on the Thames, coating the statue of the goddess of youth on the riverside with a golden glow.
When the last contestant walked off the stage, the sky above the statue was filled with a beautiful cyan light like an aurora!
The youthful divinity in the realm of creation became extremely active in an instant, and even the low-level poets could sense it, and cast a look of shock and awe at the statue.
Unexpectedly, this group of cyan light gradually rose and flew back and forth in the field.
Everyone swallowed nervously and looked up at the divinity.
The blessing of the goddess of youth!
Whoever gets this blessing will win the crown of this poetry festival!
Without any suspense, the cyan light was like a butterfly, stopping on the open palm of the handsome young man, and then slowly sank into Yeats' palm.
"Congratulations, Yeats." Lilgo was the first to applaud and said with a smile, "You are indeed qualified to receive the blessing of the goddess of art!"
Suddenly, there was extremely warm applause, and even the nobles outside the venue couldn't help but look at Yeats with respect.
As the divine choice of art, Yeats’s authenticity no longer needs any further proof!
Crash-
Amidst the waves of cheers and cheers, Yeats looked at the newly obtained blessings on the panel and couldn't help but feel refreshed.
[Blessing·Mead of Poetry: You must use a horn cup as a casting container. The sweet mead of poetry will gradually gush out from the horn cup. The mead has a mellow taste, and after drinking it, you can The bard enters the 'inspiration' state, and the effects of inspiration-related spells are greatly improved. 】
Yeats's eyes lit up.
The cooking wine is here!
(End of this chapter)