When a series of ideas burst into his mind, Sean almost rushed through the door and rushed into his room.
Olivia Fengchime, who entered the door later, looked at the anxious Sean with some confusion. She closed the door gently and waited quietly in the living room.
Sean cannot write this "classic of faith" in the world outside the spirit world - because he cannot foresee whether such a creation will attract some kind of spying...
However, the Shengen space has enough confidentiality.
He watched the handwriting appear on the pieces of manuscript paper like a blessing to his soul.
At an incredible speed, he finished the first draft of "A Long Poem in the Night Wind" in an almost imperceptible two hours while meditating in a quiet room.
An almost forgotten god who is inextricably linked to the myth of Golith. His rank is low and he has never even appeared in the banquets held by the god.
Cursed by her jealous and hateful mother, she could never see the light of day and had no choice but to live in darkness.
Even though she was treated like this by fate, she still maintained a compassionate heart and gave up ascending to the Holy Realm, nor sailed away with the gods...
Just so that she could continue to protect mortals, she chose to stay in this earthly world where she could never see the light of day.
…
After reading through the draft for the first time, Sean was trembling slightly - he felt that the "god" that he and Olivia put together in the basement with various small sparks of inspiration was passing through him like a torrent. After writing like an explosion, "full flesh and bones" appeared in front of me.
An image holding a torch high in the dark night, an existence willing to listen to the voices of the most miserable people, a goddess who can only watch the night alone due to unfortunate fate, but is still compassionate and compassionate...
Sean's eyes heated up slightly, and then, outside the window where the sun had set, he heard the sound of something landing in front of his window sill.
Sean got up with a spiritual heart, walked to the window, and opened the curtains.
He saw a nightingale sitting outside his window as if summoned...
——
Taking advantage of the fun of writing the first draft, Sean planned out the hidden plan of Moonlight 1902.
After a wonderful night's sleep, Sean had a sandwich and coffee in the coffee shop downstairs early in the morning, and then drove to Yueguang's home.
Still in the "Curtain", Yueguang still had a rather expectant expression.
Sean said slowly: "Remember, Moonlight - as Arthur Merlin said, our daily identity must be completely separated from our exploration identity.
"Moonlight · 1902 in real life will always be the strange man who once lived on a boat and got off the boat to pursue love. Now he plays the piano in the Palm Tree Restaurant and has extraordinary piano skills. He is chased and admired by all kinds of rich women. He is still so strange at his age but still inexperienced in the world. Guy."
Moonlight·1902 frowned seriously, obviously a little dissatisfied with Sean's statement, and wanted to express his protest: Not only am I an extraordinary piano player, I am obviously the best in the world, okay?
But considering that it was Sean he asked to help him arrange the hiding plan, he had no choice but to swallow his protest and reluctantly accepted the evaluation of "extraordinary piano skills".
Sean held back his laughter and looked at Yueguang's depressed expression. After sorting out his emotions, he still said seriously and in a low voice: "However, the Queen-level explorer wearing the 'Moonlight Soloist' is just like this one." Identity doesn’t matter at all…”
"Then..." Moonlight lowered her voice in cooperation, forgetting Sean's sarcasm in a blink of an eye like a child, and asked expectantly, "Who is he?"
"A very important point..." Sean raised a finger, "He is not a piano player."
"Not a piano player?" Yueguang frowned suspiciously.
Sean felt with satisfaction that the moonlight had pinned the blood-red rose brooch, which was now invisible, under the wool vest, and continued: "Yes, he is the inheritor of the will of a composer."
Moonlight squinted her eyes and continued to listen to Sean's story.
"He is the overlooked genius who is unknown but wrote the astonishing "Unknown Nocturne", a direct descendant of Bernard Shaw."
oh? Moonlight suddenly became interested, her brows were relieved, and she seemed to vaguely see a shadow in her heart.
“His great-great-grandfather once wrote music that was enough to shake the world in that era of shining stars.
“However, due to various reasons, he did not choose to publish his work.
"Therefore, the descendants of Bernard Shaw, who inherited the same name as the contemporary Bernard Shaw, are committed to letting his ancestors be fairly evaluated and get the reputation they deserve!
"So, he almost only plays his grandfather's music!" Moonlight clapped her hands suddenly, and the image of a somewhat stubborn explorer appeared on the page.
However, Moonlight was still a little confused: "Then why didn't he choose to publish it publicly, but use these songs for the cause of exploring the secrets?"
"Because these tunes are so wonderful!" Sean spread his hands and said matter-of-factly, "Contemporary Bernard Shaw discovered that the tunes written by his great-great-grandfather were not only masterpieces, but also exquisite to the point of affecting mystery...
"This is a state that only Bach's music can achieve."
“Then he will prove the greatness of these works by climbing the Seeker’s Ladder to the top by playing the Untitled Nocturne.”
Sean looked at the moonlight with enthusiasm and hope in his eyes - those were simply the eyes of "Bernard Shaw"...
The New Testament reporter continued: "When he becomes a King-level or even Ace-level explorer in the name of Bernard Shaw, "Unknown Nocturne" will also be known to the world because of such a legend."
Moonlight closed her eyes and tried to enter the role.
Then, he opened his eyes, smiled in admiration, shook his head slightly and said: "Sean, I don't know how to describe...
"The Bernard Shaw you mentioned seems to really live in my heart.
"I can directly put myself into the state of mind of such a person and think..."
Moonlight shook her head in confusion: "But the strange thing is that this person doesn't really exist..."
Sean smiled and spread his hands: "The wonderful thing about this story is that everyone likes this kind of ideal character, and besides, Bernard Shaw is very similar to you——
"A stubborn artist."
Sean took a sip of tea and said, “Trust me, Moonlight.
"As long as you remember to play him...
"People will buy into it."
Of course, stories and characters alone are not enough. In the future, Sean will wait until the tribute temple belonging to the "Mother of the Black Sheep" is upgraded, and repeatedly create alibi of Moonlight 1902, so as to completely separate Moonlight and "Moonlight". "Lower Soloist" this explorer cuts open.
"Story..." Looking at Moonlight laughing and chatting beside him, a sentence suddenly appeared in Sean's mind, "People will always pay for it."
——
After creating a "stand-in" for Moonlight, busy Sean seems to finally be able to relax a little.
He called Moonlight and Winnie and went out for a walk together.
After walking through the neighborhood, they came to the central park. Along the winter river and the green scenery, the three of them were talking and laughing.
After walking for an hour, they arrived near New Testament Grammar School and welcomed the arrival of Arya Dickinson.
"Sean!" Aaliyah, who was wearing a gray woolen coat, matching beanie and scarf, was surprised when she saw Sean and others when she walked out of the school gate, "Why are you here?"
"There's nothing to do today, let's go for a walk together." Sean said with a warm smile.
It seemed that after a busy period, we finally had some free time at noon.
But what no one in the world knows is that Sean, who seems to be preparing to enjoy a comfortable time, has a part of his mind...
Shawshank Rogers, who serves as the stand-in for the "Secret Cult Leader", is on the second floor of the Black Mansion, writing the first official version of "The Long Poem of the Night Wind" with a hand as precise as a machine...
Sean Dickinson is smiling.
No one knew that he planned to recruit members of his secret sect the next night...
The first believer.
