Chapter 15 Gentleness

Selsi and Tarasha walked through the valley. The terrain here was steep, and every time they climbed a slope, they consumed a lot of physical strength. But this consumption was only for Selsi. Now the sun was at the right angle, and the mountains and trees cast large shadows. Tarasha blended into the shadows and could easily swim up each cliff.

Tarasha looked back and saw Selsi, who was panting. Selsi was climbing a cliff with her hands and feet. She had changed into casual clothes. The exaggerated and gorgeous clothes were what she wore when she performed. She was not stupid enough to add burden to herself.

But even in light casual clothes, sweat still soaked her back.

"Crack," the soil and rocks under Selsi's feet slid down. Seeing that she was about to fall backwards, Tarasha quickly grabbed her hand and prevented Selsi from dying here.

"Thank you." Selsi was still in shock. Just as she was about to let go of the hands they held, Tarasha held it tighter.

"Why are you so careless?" She took Selsi's hand and lifted her up to the cliff. "Let's go together. I'm worried about you like this." Talatha even held Selsi's collar and patted the dust off her body.

Selsi's cheeks turned red unconsciously when she saw Talatha's sudden initiative. She had always taken care of others before, but no one had ever taken care of her like this. She was a little shy.

Talatha thought in the first half of the journey into the mountain that Selsi was a bard and her influence must be greater than hers. If she could make her friends, she would reveal her relationship with the Caedmon family and what they had done to her. Selsi would definitely help her publicize their evil deeds, and then it would be easy for her to drag them into the water.

Thinking of this, she smiled unconsciously. When Selsi noticed it, she suppressed the corner of her mouth and said, "What's wrong?"

Selsi stared at her lips. She just seemed to see her smile, but at this time Talatha just looked at her in confusion, her face still as cold as before.

"Nothing." Selsi looked forward, thinking she had seen it wrong.

The two walked hand in hand, the sunlight was falling a little bit, and every time it fell a little, it reflected a piece of moonlight.

At dusk, they climbed a mountain and decided to rest here tonight, taking turns to keep watch.

The roar of dragons scared away the fatigue, and the sound of the wind was also mixed with fear.

Selsi took out a telescope from the magic bag and pointed it towards the source of the sound. It was the dragon-killing team. They were fighting with the golden dragon guarding the Dragon Valley.

Selsi did not forget to hand a telescope to Tarasha. Tarasha was not interested in this doomed tragedy. After all, even the Royal Dragon Killing Knights might not be able to beat the golden dragon, let alone a loose team.

The scales of the golden dragon are the hardest and thickest, and the melee ability is also the strongest. But in general, the golden dragon is the weakest among the dragons, so they are often given the task of guarding the gate of the Dragon Valley by the Dragon King. Even so, most dragon-killing teams cannot even enter the gate of the Dragon Valley.

The battle did not last long. As expected, the dragon-killing team fell under the claws of the golden dragon one by one. The golden dragon let out a long cry of victory, shaking the mountaintop. The animals huddled in their nests and dared not move. The dark clouds were also blown away.

The deadly farce ended. Selsi and Tarasha did not move. In the end, Tarasha said first, "Go to sleep."

Selsi nodded. This was not the first time she had seen a dragon-killing operation. She had also mixed into the team, not to kill dragons, but just to accumulate materials. In the past, she praised the bravery of the dragon slayers, but now she was thinking whether this tragedy was necessary. But what could they do? If they didn't kill the dragon, the dragon would come to harm them. This ending was destined to be sad.

She said to Tarasha, "I'll keep watch in the first half of the night. I just got some creative inspiration."

Tarasha didn't particularly worry about the issue of night watch. Artists' inspiration is always hard to come by. She nodded in agreement, jumped onto the tree branch, lay down and closed her eyes to rest.

Selsi sat cross-legged under the tree, silently singing the melody she had written to satirize Max. The tune was brisk and uplifting, but the lyrics were sharp, and she sang it unconsciously.

Tarasha, who was lying on a tree branch, listened and thought, "Not bad, quite artistic talent. I hope that the ones about Caedmon will be better in the future."

After reviewing her previous creations, Selsi began to compose a new ballad. The tune was gentle and gentle, and the nocturne-like minor tune sighed with sadness, pitying the warriors who went to fight the dragon.

The nocturne flowed from the strings, soothing the tension of the day. The last time Tarasha heard a nocturne was when she was a child in her mother's arms, but unfortunately things have changed now.

Selsi leaned against the tree, humming the words with a gentle voice. Tarasha seemed to have returned to the past and fell asleep peacefully in her mother's ballad.