Chapter 541: Chapter 310: The Undead Symphony is Sung Like This_3
Ange brought out the Bronze Book, scaring the two sirens into kneeling quickly: “We pay our respects to the Lord of Knowledge, we didn’t know it was you, please do not blame us.”
Negris naturally wouldn’t bother with them and continued to question them: “Where’s the witch? Where did the witch go? Why are you guys here?”
The two sirens looked at each other, shook their heads and said: “We were invited by humans to attend a music festival. On the way back, the Great Shaman seemed to have received some information and became deeply worried. She eventually stopped and put us into a deep sleep, mentioning something about a ‘Soul Storm’. When we regained our consciousness, we saw you. We have no idea where the Great Shaman has gone.”
Disappointed, it seemed that getting more crucial information from these two sirens was impossible. Perhaps because of this, Misha found the Wailing Voice of the lead singer here. It’s possible that other sirens also existed here at some point.
Over a thousand years have passed. Some might have dissipated in unfortunate circumstances, some were eliminated and purified by humans, others may have died under the sun, all are possibilities.
“Never mind, let’s farm. There might be other sirens nearby. Let’s look for them while we farm.” Negris said.
As soon as they finished speaking, the hurried sound of horse hooves echoed through the forest. A knight bearing multiple scars on his face galloped up to them, stopped in front of Lisa and saluted, declaring loudly: “My lady, the Wusu people are here.”
It was Clero, now healed from his disabilities, who went on to pay his respects to Ange after reporting to Lisa.
It was this man who had cleanly amputated his leg, whittling it down until it was even, then reattached it. Throughout the whole process, Clero felt no pain at all. He was able to walk once it was attached, it was simply miraculous.
However, Lisa looked at the scars on his face and complained: “Clero, aren’t you going to do something about the scars on your face? They look terrible.”
Clero gave a small smile: “No, they serve as a constant reminder of the serious consequences of making mistakes.”
PS: The complete lyrics of the “Undead Symphony” are below. Lyrics by: Thulium Shadow
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