bookbashuk Chapter 791 Preparations for the Flower Goddess’ Birthday Festival (6)
Chapter 791 Preparations for the Flower Goddess’ Birthday Festival (6)
"We are friends."
Hearing Ying's answer, Nilu's eyes flickered, and she smiled softly, "Lord Caesar's friends are our distinguished guests. Welcome to Xumi, a city-state where wisdom and greenery intertwine. We sincerely thank you for taking the time to come and participate in this grand celebration of the Flower God's Birthday."
She leaned forward slightly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Come to think of it, you just mentioned looking forward to my wonderful performance... Could it be that you've heard the legend of the 'Dance of the Flower Goddess'?"
Faced with this sudden question, Ying's expression froze slightly, and a trace of embarrassment that was difficult to conceal appeared on her face.
For a moment, I didn't know how to respond.
After all, the phrase "looking forward to the performance" is just a polite remark when meeting for the first time, just like the "nice to meet you" that comes out naturally when meeting a stranger. It is a polite greeting without much deep meaning.
Seeing her embarrassment, Nilu didn't press the issue. Instead, she smiled gently, like a spring breeze across the lotus lake. "No matter where the cause lies, the Flower God's Birthday Festival is even more glorious with your presence. I sincerely welcome you all."
At this moment, the purple-clad girl standing beside Nilu slowly stepped forward with an elegant and dignified demeanor. She bowed to everyone and said in a gentle voice, "Hello, I am Dina Zedai, a devout follower of the Little Auspicious Grass King."
Then, she turned and pointed to the dark-blond, stern-looking woman behind her and introduced her, "This is Dishia, a mercenary from the depths of the Red Sand. She's a bodyguard assigned to me by my family elders, but to me, she's more of a friend who walks shoulder to shoulder with me."
Dixia nodded slightly, her eyes scanning the surroundings alertly like a hawk. Although she didn't say much, her silent attitude conveyed reliability and determination.
[Nelue is so gentle, Dina Zedai is so elegant, and Dixia is so cool. These are all people who can become my wives!]
[Although her beauty may not be as good as Inazuma's character, I declare that Xumiren wins in terms of the level of detail in the modeling! ]
[It's a bit difficult to choose 1 out of 3... so I decided to choose You are all my wings! ]
At this time, Paimon flew over lightly, waving his hands with full energy, and his voice was as clear as a bell: "Hello! Hello! I am Paimon, the most reliable guide on your journey!"
She then turned to the little Yiya beside her and introduced her enthusiastically, "This is little Yiya. Don't be fooled by her young age, she's very smart!"
Little Yiya smiled shyly, raised her little hand, and waved sweetly to the sisters present, with sincerity in her childishness.
Caesar stepped forward, his tone gentle yet serious. "It's worth noting that Miss Dina Zede is a key sponsor of this Flower Goddess' Birthday Festival. Without her family's generous donation, even if the celebration went ahead, it wouldn't be possible to achieve what it is today—decorating the entire Grand Bazaar with such dreamlike splendor."
He bowed slightly and expressed his sincere gratitude: "Ms. Dina Zedai, thank you for your strong support for the Flower Goddess Birthday Festival."
Dina Zedai quickly waved her hands, her eyes gleaming with gratitude: "It is my great honor to be able to contribute to the little auspicious grass king."
Her tone became more sincere, and she said earnestly, "Besides, the one who should really be thanking you is me, Lord Caesar."
"If you hadn't introduced me to Doctor Mingyuan, I'd probably still be bedridden, taking medicine every day. How could I have the chance to leave home and witness this magnificent festival with my own eyes?"
When they suddenly heard Mingyuan's name, Ying and his group were all shocked.
They all knew Ming Yuan's medical skills and rules.
There is only one disease in Xumi that can be controlled by Ming Yuan.
Paimon cautiously probed, "Miss Dina Zedai... Could it be that the disease you suffer from is... Demonic Scale Disease?"
Dina Zedai nodded calmly, her expression calm yet resilient: "Yes, it is the Demonic Scale Disease."
As soon as these words were spoken, Ying and her group couldn't help but take a deep breath, and looked at Dina Zedai with eyes full of deep pity and sincere relief.
Pity, because Demon Scale Disease is still an incurable terminal illness, countless patients struggle in pain, and ultimately cannot escape the fate of being devoured;
Fortunately, Ming Yuan's existence came from this - although he was unable to completely cure the disease, he was able to prevent it from getting worse.
As long as the patient persists in treatment, he or she will have the hope of living a peaceful life and dying of old age.
[Alas, beauty has a tragic fate~]
【I can only say, fortunately Mingyuan is here. 】
[Why don’t you say thank you to Dr. Mingyuan?]
"Please don't look at me like that."
Dina Zedai said softly, her tone gentle yet firm, "Suffering from the demonic scale disease may be a calamity in my destiny; but with the meticulous treatment of Doctor Mingyuan and the gentle encouragement of Little Auspicious Grass King, I also deeply feel that I am a person blessed by fate."
She raised her eyes slightly, her gaze clear and calm:
"So, I really don't need anyone's sympathy."
Ying was shocked when she heard this, and she quietly withdrew her gaze and apologized sincerely:
"Sorry... we're being presumptuous. But from what you just said, it seems you've had some experience with the Little Auspicious Grass King before?"
Dina Zedai shook her head slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips: "Unfortunately, I have never seen her face in real life."
As she spoke, a hint of distant reminiscence flashed in her eyes:
"I met her in a dream."
At that moment, her expression seemed to have passed through the mist of time, slowly unfolding a long-forgotten past before everyone's eyes—
It was a story about childhood, about a little girl who should have been running and playing in the sunshine, but was trapped in a cold and lonely room by the shadow of demonic scale disease.
While children of the same age were chasing each other and laughing in the streets, she could only lie in bed day after day, receiving treatments that had little effect and were almost futile.
In Xumi, the land of wisdom, dreams are a gift reserved for children. As people grow older, they stop dreaming.
But even this fantasy world that only belongs to the young could not bring light to Dina Zedai.
Her dreams were as dark and heavy as her daytime reality, filled with echoes of illness and loneliness.
Until one night, a mysterious and gentle voice quietly came into her dream.
That being never revealed its true appearance, but always whispered to her in the softest tones.
Like a spring breeze blowing through withered branches, she told Dina Zede about the wonders of the outside world: the swarms of fireflies and butterflies deep in the rainforest, the stars flowing across the desert, and the ancient mysteries that scholars debated endlessly...
She talked to her, listened to her concerns, and became the only light in her dark years.
She was the first bright color in Dina Zedai's childhood and the rope she clung to in the abyss of despair.
However, as I get older, my dreams become less frequent.
The Xumi people will eventually bid farewell to the dreamland, and her meeting with the mysterious being will quietly dissipate like morning dew.
Dina Zedai originally thought that this wonderful fate had come to an end. But fate gifted her with an unexpected miracle at this moment -
After learning about her illness, Sage Caesar of the House of Lords offered help and introduced Dr. Mingyuan to her.
From then on, the demonic scale disease that had been pressing on her and almost devouring her was finally contained, and the fire of life began to flicker again.
Although the root cause of the disease cannot be completely eradicated, compared with the days in the past when we were in danger of collapse at any time, now is a great blessing.
The little auspicious grass king was the most gentle comfort in her heart when she was young, and the first ray of morning light that illuminated her lonely childhood;
The wise Caesar came in her name to find a chance for her to live, which was the redemption that fate showed her mercy again after she became an adult.
One gives spiritual light, the other brings the continuation of life.
Because of this, she willingly became a devout believer of the Little Auspicious Grass King.
They even persuaded their families to donate a considerable amount of money during the Flower Goddess' birthday festival, just to express their indescribable gratitude and admiration.
When she said these words, her tone was calm, but every word was full of emotion, as if every sentence was soaked with the deep affection and faith accumulated over the years.
[Little Auspicious Grass King is a gentle god.]
After hearing this story, I knew that the Little Auspicious Grass King was definitely qualified to sit on the throne of a god.
[She can communicate with ordinary people as an equal. Undoubtedly, she is a qualified god in the eyes of the people.]
The Wind God possesses the spontaneity and freedom of the breeze, the Rock God possesses the calmness and heaviness of rock, the Thunder God possesses the dominance and decisiveness of thunder, and now our Grass God has also revealed her gentle side.
[As for this performance, it doesn't feel out of place at all among the three gods that have been released so far.]
[Little Lucky Grass King... I'm really looking forward to meeting you.]
"So this kind of story actually happened." Paimon blinked, with a hint of realization and emotion in his tone.
Caesar raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a gentle and profound smile: "Fate is always like this, wonderful, isn't it?"
Before he finished speaking, he turned gently, the corner of his clothes drawing an elegant arc in the night breeze, "Nilu, I have something else to do and I'll leave first. Please take them around the venue."
"Just leave it to me, Lord Caesar." Nilu bowed slightly, her posture dignified and pious, watching the tall figure walk away.
Ying looked in the direction Caesar left, a faint smile on her lips, and said softly, "Miss Nilu really respects Lord Caesar. It seems that he is indeed a trustworthy leader."
Nilu smiled gently in response, her eyes as soft as moonlight falling on a lake. "Respect is mutual. Unlike other sages of the Order, Lord Caesar never looks down on us. He is willing to listen to our voices and respect every member of the Zubair Theater, even the most insignificant behind-the-scenes staff."
"That's why," she said, her voice firm and sincere, "we don't want to betray his trust and kindness."
"and……"
Nilu's cheeks flushed slightly, and her tone became a little shy:
"If it weren't for Caesar's generosity and timely assistance, the Zubair Theater would have been in ruins and unable to continue..."
"Ah? Really? What was the theater like before?" Paimon tilted his head and asked innocently, his eyes full of curiosity.
At this moment, Ying almost wanted to raise her hand to cover Paimeng's little mouth - you have to bring up everything, don't you?
Nilu didn't mind. Instead, she smiled and pointed to the stage not far away, which was illuminated by lights:
"Look at that staircase. Not long ago, there was a big hole in the steps. The actors had to be very careful when going up and down, for fear of missing a step."
She looked up again at the giant, gnarled tree at the top of the stage. "And there, between the canopy, there used to be a large piece of rotten bark teetering."
"During those days, Mr. Zubair would personally check it before every rehearsal, fearing it would fall and injure the dancers on stage."
The night wind blows, and the leaves rustle, as if whispering about the difficult but hopeful past.
Nilu sighed softly and shook her head slightly, her tone revealing a hint of helplessness and loss: "Even though we have submitted reports to the Ministry of Justice many times, they have been reluctant to send anyone to deal with it."
Ying frowned slightly and asked in confusion, "Why hasn't anyone come to deal with it? Isn't this just a small matter?"
Dixia, who had been standing silently by the side, snorted coldly, her voice full of obvious sarcasm: "Maybe it's because - this is a request from the theater!"
Nilu sighed again, a look of deep distress on her face. "Most people in the Order House have always looked down on us singers and dancers."
"In their eyes, theaters are just insignificant entertainment venues that would be best closed down forever."
“Therefore, whenever the theatre raises its demands, the House of Representatives either flatly rejects them or ignores them and leaves them in the cold.”
Before she finished speaking, Nilu's expression brightened, and a warm and grateful smile slowly rose at the corner of her lips: "However, fortunately, Lord Caesar is completely different from those people."
"When he learned of the theater's difficulties, he not only immediately sent someone to help solve the problem, but also entrusted the Zubair Theater with the important task of organizing the Flower Goddess Festival."
“It is precisely because of this that the theater was able to obtain financial support from the House of Worship and successfully carry out various preparations for the celebrations.”
[Hiss—are all scholars from the royalist faction of the Ordinary Council so abstract? As cultural workers, how dare they discriminate against professions?]
This feels so irresponsible.
My wife is so pretty.
Gentlemen do not despise shamans, doctors, musicians, or other craftsmen. Yet, their wisdom is far superior to theirs. Isn't that strange?
I really feel this is a bit extreme.
Is it really good to stifle the culture of one's own country?
【Those who are raising funds for Nilu, please stand on the right! 】
[Without art, no matter how prosperous the economy is, it will be numb and soulless.]
[From this, it's clear that this is definitely the work of the Assassins. If it weren't for the Assassins, no one would want their country to be stultified.]
【Caesar stood inside, like a saint.】
【Caesar: This has nothing to do with me, it's all thanks to my peers. 】
This was a truly thrilling match.
——Digression
This paragraph is used to increase the word count, please ignore it.