Xingtie, started with a guitar, and made a living by singing

Xingtie, started with a guitar, and made a living by singing

Author: Dengzi

Summary:

There is a new drunkard on the streets of Belloberg.

People don't know where he comes from, they only know that he calls himself Wendy. He is easy-going and optimistic, often plays with children, and sings some foreign songs that they have never heard of.

He sang the song of freedom, saying that there was more than just snow and rifts on the other side of the great wall.

There is also a basin in the shape of a rabbit, a train flying in the starry sky, and a sea of ​​trees that never withers.

Everyone said that this was a fantasy that Wendy had when she was drunk and fell on the street and was about to freeze to death.

However, there are always people who like all the beautiful things he sings.

Whenever this happened, he would always look at her tenderly and speak softly.

"If you are trapped in a place without wind, I will play the song of the sky."

Beloberg March (including Goblin Slayer)

Chapter 1 If You Are Trapped in a Windless Place

“Once upon a time, there was a glorious Kingdom in heaven.”

In the central square of Beloberg, a bard stood in front of the Eternal Winter Monument and sang leisurely.

"The king sent the first crown prince to the kingdom of darkness to search for the pearl of creation."

He has an androgynous face that makes it difficult to tell whether he is a man or a woman, a gentle voice, and green clothes that make people think at first glance, "This is what a bard should look like."

“Thus the first crown prince embarked on the quest for the pearl.”

There were many people standing around, listening attentively to the story he was telling.

Among them were people who worked at the Golden Opera House, and even the most popular actress, the famous Tamira, was present in person and stopped to listen.

"But she was deceived and forgot her own nobility, thinking she was the king of the kingdom of darkness."

The sudden change from light and airy to oppressive piano sound made the listeners frown, but as recorded in all heroic stories, there must be a turning point in the world.

The young bard played the harp again and narrated the story in a gentle voice, as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes.

"But don't worry, the second crown prince is on his way."

His voice held a certain magic, making people seem to see a crowned and slightly immature crown prince.

"This is the record of your long journey, this is your song of pearls."

……

Until the singing is finished.

The piano music ended and the applause was thunderous.

Although the story of the second crown prince had not yet been fully told, which made people a little concerned, no one booed him.

The bard who was surrounded in the center no longer had the affectionate and focused look he had just had. Instead, he showed a playful and cunning smile.

He took off his hat and, like a juggler who had finished his performance, began to "ask for money" in a carefree manner.

But don't underestimate this job.

There are many people in the world who want to see something but don’t pay, and yet come to your house to chat nonsense.

How to get the reward money elegantly and politely is a skill.

Of course, more importantly...

If you can't get it, you will starve.

He, or rather, Wendy, understood this very well.

When he first came here, he was not as popular as he is now, and he didn't know where to perform. The memories in his mind were also very complicated, like a ball of silk thread scratched by a cat's paw.

But fortunately, no matter which world of memory we are in, there is always the saying "make the best of it".

This code of conduct seemed to be deeply engraved in each other's personalities, not only helping him overcome the initial discomfort, but also allowing him to quickly discover his own talents.

Relying on the "Fehling" he brought with him, he was able to live a life of playing some tunes and occasionally having a drink.

Of course, his ambitions go beyond this.

As Wendy sorted out her memories, she had a rough idea of ​​the current situation.

At this moment, he was on a planet called Yarilo VI, or more precisely... on Beloberg, the last bastion of human survival.

He deposited the reward money into his hat and then turned it upside down safely, as if he was never worried about the change slipping out.

After declining the invitation from the enthusiastic lady from the opera house, Wendy walked briskly through the crowd like the wind.

Next, there is a resident performance that I can’t be late for!

He wandered here and there as if on a whim, occasionally lingering in front of a toy house that only children were interested in, buying some snacks, and finally leaving reluctantly.

Only after she shook off the silver-maned iron guards who seemed to be following her did Wendy quietly arrive at an inconspicuous alley below the Goethe Hotel.

In front of the wall next to a pile of trash cans, three tiles from the top and two tiles to the left.

Tap gently three times.

The wall tiles on that side suddenly caved in, revealing a hole just big enough for someone to peek out.

"Ahem—good friend, good friend, tell me quickly. Where is the magical Bosan?"

He asked the question in a friendly and enthusiastic manner, like a young wizard visiting Diagon Alley for the first time.

This behavior, which seems incomprehensible to ordinary people, was explained the next moment.

"My good friend, the magical Bosan is here!"

A man stuck his head out from under a garbage lid. His shifty eyes and smirk made people think he was a bad guy at first glance.

"Hey, why are you over there? Uwaaa! You smell so strong!!"

The moment their eyes met, Wendy smelled a sour and stinky smell and took a few steps back, unable to bear it.

After hearing what he said, the blue-haired man lowered his head and sniffed his collar, revealing a somewhat awkward smile.

"Alas, it happened suddenly. I was selling goods earlier and was caught by the Iron Guards. I was chased for a long time, so I had to use this trick to get away with it. Please forgive me."

Wendy waited for her nose to get used to the smell before she spoke helplessly.

"So you really have a special liking for this business of trading goods."

"Hey, making money is not shameful."

Sambo crawled out of the trash can, took out a comb from somewhere, and tidied up the bangs covering his forehead in a somewhat showy manner. Then he sprayed some men's perfume that he had bought from somewhere, and smiled.

"After all, our old Sambo isn't blessed with a voice like you. Although he has some basic skills in singing, dancing, and entertaining, it will probably take him a long time to become as popular as a band."

As he said this, he winked at Wendy.

"That's right. Don't tell me I didn't give you any opportunities to make money, brother. I think you can go and form a new band with Big Sister Shiluwa. Let's call it the End Band!"

It's both trendy and fun, and there's no doubt it'll be a hit. And as the person who came up with the idea, all you have to do is give me a small share of the ticket sales. How about that? That's a great idea, right?

"Haha. Should I say you're persistent, or are you still ruthless?"

Wendy stared at him and said with amusement.

"If I could let you go somewhere where you could show off your abilities, maybe you could even assess the value of a planet?"

"Oh, you're kidding, folks. Old Sangbo, my biggest hope in life is to make a good profit and sell well. Even if the deal doesn't go through, it's still a good thing."

Sambo waved his hand, realizing the "rejection" in Wendy's words, and did not insist.

He then moved the trash can where he had been hiding, revealing a block-like area at the back covered by rusty iron sheets, and began to dismantle it.

Wendy asked with interest.

"Hey, aren't we going the same way as last time?"

"Last time, that route might have been at risk of being attacked by a Rift Monster. I'll have to re-evaluate it in the next few days."

Sambo looked a little troubled, but didn't say much.

He just grunted and removed the iron plate and then jumped in. The entrance was a bit narrow for a big guy like him, but it was just right for Wendy.

Coming down from the upper level, the deep smell of rust and engine oil, like blood scabs, replaced the original blue sky and fresh air.

They were walking on some huge pipelines, and occasionally they could see some leaked earth marrow pouring onto the ground, and there were also muffled roars coming from the distance.

This is a somewhat depressing and silent road.

However, it just so happened that neither Sambo nor Wendy were taciturn people, and they soon started chatting with each other and the atmosphere became as relaxed as a picnic.

"So, I'm not nagging you, Old Sambo, but Wendy, you have both a good appearance and good skills.

All you need to become a citizen of Beloberg is a lottery draw at the Ministry of Civil Affairs. Why keep going to our lower-class districts?"

Sambo shook his head like an older brother.

In response, Wendy smiled and said playfully, "Hey."

"Of course, that's because there are people out there waiting for me to sing about the changing seasons and the beauty of all things."

Chapter 2: Just a Bard

Wendy is Wendy, but not Wendy.

Before he came here, he had another name and an ordinary background.

Although he didn't know much about the demon god "Barbatos", he could still say a few words about him, and was even fortunate enough to receive his gift, so he had some self-defense skills.

Moreover, he had some knowledge of the interstellar journey behind the planet where he was currently located and the Yalilo VI.

The current timeline should be a few years before the arrival of the "Starry Sky Train", but Wendy is not sure exactly when.

As for why he "fell" to the point of having to perform for a living.

Firstly, he didn't have the strength in his memory to blow away the wind and snow, split the mountains, and turn the bitter cold and wild land into a land of flowing wind and mead.

Secondly, the tyrant who now sits on the throne of "Guardian" will not treat unpredictable variables like himself in the right way.

Therefore, he had no choice but to wait and see, slowly accumulating strength. It was definitely not a deliberate slacking off—

After all, these days, in addition to singing to support himself, he is also busy organizing his memories.

Because the memory of "Barbatos" spans a long time, even recorded for thousands of years, even if not all of it has been opened, it is particularly troublesome to inherit it in an orderly manner.

Compared to His life, his previous life might not even be enough for Barbatos to take a nap.

But fortunately, Wendy can be sure that she has not been completely homogenized into "Him". Although she has been deeply influenced by it, the main reason for choosing this name is that her original past is not worth mentioning.

Therefore, I am grateful for his kindness and bear his name. Living a more carefree life in this other world is also allowed, right?

……

"—On a distant frontier planet, there lives a group of people. They are called the Season Watchers, and from the moment they were born, they have watched over the long, endless seasons."

Wendy was telling stories in Natasha's clinic, which was often crowded with injured patients and wailing, and was not always suitable for singing cheerful poems.

So, he would occasionally use stories instead of poems, and for children, as long as they had snacks and a good story, they could stay quiet for a long time.

"Wendy Wendy, why do they have to watch the seasons? Are there any other seasons in the world besides winter?"

"Of course there is, Dark Lord Hook. Let me tell you—"

Wendy recognized the child who asked the question. His cute, tender face was stained with some snack crumbs, and he wore a warm dust hat on his head that was so big that it looked bloated.

She is the leader of a group of children here called "Mole Gang". She loves freedom and always regards life as a series of adventures.

However, interrupting someone while they are telling a story is not a good habit.

After seeing her children gag her with a roasted olm tail, Wendy continued her narration.