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

The rock-grilled olm on the table was fragrant. Although Wendy couldn't quite imagine a chicken, the tail, which betrayed its species, made it difficult for her to even think of it in life...

Ahem, anyway - it’s better not to associate it with anything, otherwise your rare appetite will be wiped out.

Chapter 12 A Warm Moment

After Pella and I agreed on our respective portions, we had a quiet but not boring meal time.

It wasn't the first time for the two of them to eat this kind of food which was relatively rare in the upper class area.

As for the former, because she has a great adventurer as her mother, she has often been exposed to these kinds of new things, either from the outside world or the lower area, since she was a child.

Although her mother has passed away, the teachings she gave her when she was young have made Pera an outstanding adult with a strong tolerance for new things.

As for the latter, the reason is much simpler, and it can be related to a purple-haired female passerby in the lower area.

She was the one who treated him to his first meal of rock-roasted olm here, saying it was to celebrate his successful "settlement" in the lower area?

Wendy still remembers her painful expression when she paid the bill. She wonders if the passerby lady has had her meal yet.

After making up my mind to check on the "situation" of the team members in a few days.

Wendy swallowed the olm meat in her mouth, opened her greasy mouth, and was about to raise her hand to order a glass of iced black bread wine from the waiter.

But a lady who ate in a more elegant and proper manner gently pushed her glasses at this moment. Although it was under the dim and warm light, Wendy felt a cold light flash.

...Wow, I was noticed after all.

Wendy had no choice but to put her hand down in disappointment and drink the soda obediently.

Seeing his childish look, Pera couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, as cunning as a cat that had eaten dried fish.

"Hmm? Was that what you were trying to say?"

She said it with deliberate maliciousness.

"Just order whatever you want to eat, but don't be extravagant."

"Really? Sister Pella."

Wendy, mistakenly thinking there was an opportunity, immediately took the bait.

After seeing the greedy expression, Pera chuckled and said.

"Of course, but only if you don't order any drinks."

"Hey——Why is this happening…"

Wendy stretched out her voice and her expression suddenly became gloomy.

"So, why do you like drinking so much? You don't look old enough to drink."

"It's not that I like drinking, but I like the feeling of being drunk and having inspiration burst forth."

"That's the excuse most writers use when they get into trouble because of drunkenness."

"I still won't do something like a hit-and-run, right?"

Wendy was very frank as she looked at the girl in front of her, her slightly long eyelashes gently blinking and her eyes as calm as a lake.

"After all, I don't even have money to buy a car, and even dinner occasionally has to be paid for by kind-hearted people like Sister Pella."

"Now that you know this, save your money and don't spend it all on the same day you earn bonuses."

Pyrrha glanced at him helplessly and complained.

"I don't want to wake up one day and find you frozen next to a trash can on the street."

"Although life is full of surprises, I will still strictly control them and not let the surprises turn into shocks."

Wendy smiled, and gained a new understanding of the girl's tenderness and care.

"But I still want to thank you for your thoughtfulness."

"...There's no need to thank me for something like this. Don't think I'm too sad. I just think things like this would pointlessly drain the Silver Mane Guard's energy."

Miss Pella, her ears flushed, turned away and muttered softly.

After this round of bickering, the previous atmosphere disappeared like a pancake topped with honey, becoming harmonious and indistinguishable.

After that, Wendy began to chat with Perla about her impressions of the borrowed books.

However, she didn't let Wendy read the sequel here, saying that she was worried that the pages would be stained with the smell of food.

No matter from which angle you look at it, this girl is a true book lover.

By the way, probably because of the two memories, the experience gained after reading is also double, and no matter which interpretation is given, it is particularly novel to Pera.

"...I never thought it could be interpreted this way. I almost thought you had discussed it with the author and watched him write the manuscript yourself."

Pella sighed.

"If it's just a book review, it's normal for everyone to have different opinions, right?"

Wendy didn't think so.

He really didn't know the talented writer, but he had read a lot of books in the past and was considered a moderate bookworm.

"If we're just talking about feelings, then there are indeed a thousand different versions of 'Tears of the Gorgon' in the eyes of a thousand people. But how can I describe it..."

Pella nodded her chubby cheek in confusion and spoke.

"To use Miss Anna's words in the book, you look at problems from a completely different perspective than we do, or perhaps it would be better to describe it as vision."

Having said this, she paused, as if she had prepared a speech in her mind, chewing it over and over again before speaking again.

“Although we are not discussing which is better or worse, people who have not experienced it will lack such a real understanding.

So when I talk about an issue, I always rely on the opinions of people who have actually seen it, which is a very wonderful feeling for me.

It was like leaving behind the giant walls that sheltered me growing up, arriving in a distant world I had only read about in books, to witness the beauty that still existed in the world."

When this was mentioned, Wendy looked at Pella in surprise.

There was a mixture of longing and fear on her face, like a girl trapped in a stopped clock.

Perhaps, one day she would personally step out of the city gate to witness the beautiful scenery described in the book, but...

Today, Yalilo VI is still in the ice age. Apart from the vast snowfields in the outside world, it is probably difficult to find anything that can satisfy the girl's fantasy.

Perhaps noticing that something was wrong with his expression, Pyrrha tilted her head slightly in confusion and asked.

"What's wrong with you? Did I say something wrong?"

"Rather than saying there's something wrong, it's more like thinking this way is just human nature—

Of course, please don't tell anyone that I said this. I don't want to wake up tomorrow morning and be forced to go to court to have my crimes read out."

Looking at Wendy's frightened and timid expression, Pella couldn't help laughing.

"Pfft. What on earth did you imagine the Silvermane Guard to be? The villain's henchmen in the story?

Besides, even if some books are now banned from public reading due to seasonal policies, there must be the careful consideration of the Great Guardian behind them.

How can we condemn someone just because he or she longs for the beauty of the outside world?"

"Huh—that's good. I almost thought this was my last meal."

Wendy patted her chest and let out a long sigh.

He didn't want to go back to that dark prison again, even with good wine!

"I think you're even more suspicious for suddenly thinking of these things. Could it be that you've really done something wrong? Let's make it clear, even if we have a good relationship, we have to settle accounts clearly. Confess and you'll get leniency, resist and you'll be punished severely!"

Seeing Pera suddenly become serious, Wendy quickly proved her innocence and finally calmed her down after much persuasion.

It was not until after dinner that the two talked about the last thing.

Chapter 13: Birds and Cats

"You asked me to keep an eye out for this before. I've found any good places to perform lately."

Pella took a sip of black tea and spoke slowly.

"It's at the Goethe Hotel, not far down the street. It's a holiday that day, so there must be a lot of people."

Because she had once formed a band called "Mechanical Fever" and served as the drummer in it, Pera was not surprised that Wendy wanted to find a suitable performance venue, nor did she feel that her "peers" were enemies.

Putting aside the differences in artistic expression, the hobby she listed on her resume was "Beloberg prehistoric music research."

In terms of seniority, rock music is just a music culture that has emerged in recent years, and it is still a long way from being performed on the big stage of the Golden Opera House.

At least if we say it is popular, it is mostly among young people. Most of them are passionate and think that their talents are not appreciated, so they are more interested in this kind of more passionate music.

But in fact, the mainstream aesthetic taste of the Beloberg people for music is still more in line with Wendy's taste.

In fact, many people have seen the big star Ms. Tamira personally invite Wendy to join the Golden Opera House.

The reason was that they were in urgent need of such a "bard" who was proficient in music theory.

This is an honor that even the band's leader, Shiluwa, does not have, unless she is willing to give up her electric guitar and switch to classical music.

But given her personality, the chances of that happening were infinitely less than 0.1%. After all, she was someone who resisted red tape and rules, so it would be unrealistic to expect her to wear an evening gown and act intellectual and elegant, right?

After analyzing the leader of his own band in his mind, Pera also looked at Wendy, who also looked thoughtful.

Although she didn't understand why he had to do such a away performance that didn't make much money, Wendy must have her reasons for doing so, and she just needed to support him.

If I had to say the reason, it would be that we are fellow bookworms!

That's right, that's it.

"Hmm...a day off is a good time indeed. By the way, are you free that day?"

"No. Don't think we're some kind of sinecure. From the day a Silvermane Iron Guard successfully interviews, leave will only be granted if they're seriously injured or retired."

Pyra shook her head, her expression slightly heavy.

"Can you really handle such non-stop, high-intensity work?"

"Even if it's hard, you have to adapt. After all—"

As if she was thinking of some important person, Pella's expression showed a hint of respect.

"Even the future Great Guardian has fought alongside us, fighting so hard. If we, the ones under his command, can't even endure this little hardship, how can we even hope to protect others in the future?"

"I see. What's her name? She looks like someone worth making friends with!"

Wendy asked with a smile.

He was looking forward to the other person's surprised and embarrassed expression when he saw him.

"Ms. Bronya doesn't have time to chat with you like me. She is very busy—"

Perhaps realizing that she had revealed some information that she shouldn't have, Pella quickly looked around, then moved closer to Wendy and spoke in a low voice.

"Anyway, forget about making friends. Also, remember to share with me any stories or poems you tell during the performance that day!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely reserve the best seat for you later."

After receiving his promise, Pera's expression softened, and her smile became gentle and pure.

After taking a sip of black tea, the cherry lips that looked moist and attractive also had the charm of a sea pearl under the dim light.

"It's a deal then. If you're late again next time, I'm going to step on your toes."

"This could be considered a reward for some people, right?"

After teasing her, Wendy chuckled a few times when she saw Pera becoming at a loss again and stammering and unable to speak.

Because Miss Pera reads a lot of books, she obviously knows a thing or two about these things.

"What a frivolous fellow..."

Having said that, Pella didn't dare to kick him at this time. She just glared at him with a blushing face, then packed up her things and ran to the front desk to pay the bill.