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Chapter 296 Nightingale
The Gentile woman is out!
The day she went out, the whole Deschanel was shocked.

This foreign woman of unknown origin, no one knows her name, and people are talking about the reason for her going out. I saw her maids dragging the harp for her with donkeys, and they followed her obediently, while people from all directions The streets and alleys have been surrounded by men, women and children.

When people saw the appearance of the Gentile woman, they were astonished. The Gentile woman was indeed beautiful, so beautiful that people expected that she was not a Gentile.

Soramus gazed at the orchestra in the distance.

The vast majority of people still don't know why Soramus stepped out of his mansion. They explained the reasons more and more complicated, and the voices of the discussion were full of random fabrications. They would never have thought that Soramus this time The reason for going out is actually very simple.

Catherine, the music idiot in that music hall.She secretly stuffed a piece of papyrus in the crack of the door late one night.

The yellowed paper was full of entreaties and petitions, and she invited Soramus to the music hall, begging the foreign woman to listen to her zither.

There seemed to be a strange magical power in the foreign woman. Although men, women and children in the streets and alleys were tightly surrounded, when she approached, they all backed away.It seems that this woman is not just an ordinary mortal, but a witch who can eat people.

People just backed away while watching her, watching her go to the music theater in the distance, their eyes never moving away.

They held their breath, waiting for the moment when the figure of the foreign woman disappeared, the crowd exploded, and the sound of the uproar filled every corner.

Solamus came to the music hall, and Catherine, a music idiot, had been waiting there early.

When she saw Solamus, Catherine felt a rush in her heart. She seemed to see a god descending from the earth, and her eyes were full of longing.

"Ah, uh... your piano sound is so... please forgive me for not knowing how to describe it, but it's the best I've ever heard."

Catherine was short of breath while talking, and asked impatiently:
"Please tell me how you can play such a piano, I have never heard it before you... Really, I swear to the gods."

Solamus looked at Catherine and smiled gently.

"I can't tell you, but I can play it to you."

Saying this, the maids climbed up the steps, pulled the family's harp with donkeys, and placed it in the music hall.

The arrival of Soramus shocked the entire orchestra. Nearly a hundred musicians sat around in the small circular theater, and Soramus stood in the center, pressing his slender hands on the strings. Staring at her, they pricked up their ears, closed their mouths, and listened quietly.

On that day, Solamus played three pieces of music, each of which was transcribed on the spot, and the dean of the music hall directly enshrined the original manuscripts to the gods, and the copies were recorded in the music room for future generations apprentices playing.

As dusk approached, Soramus was about to leave the orchestra. Catherine wanted to keep her and let her rest here, but Soramus refused.

"Can I go to your mansion...to listen to your piano?"

Fire clouds covered the sky, and under the dim sunlight, Catherine's complexion was slightly reddish, she said pleadingly.

"Of course, if you want."

Solamus said.

Catherine couldn't help smiling, like a child receiving the most precious gift.

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On the third day after leaving the music theater, Catherine actually visited the mansion.

Seeing that foreign woman, Catherine's heart was filled with joy, and she couldn't restrain herself. The sound of this foreign woman's piano was so beautiful. She questioned herself that she had been playing the strings for 16 years, but she couldn't even match one-third of the foreign woman's voice. Can't keep up.

Solamus received her warmly and pulled the strings for the music idiot.

The melodious sound of the harp permeated the entire mansion. During the whole day of contact, Catherine and Solamus were of course not just playing the harp.

Through the harp, Catherine met Soramus and became his friend.

Although she is obsessed with music, it's not that she doesn't care about anything other than music. This music fanatic can't help being curious about the origin of this foreign woman.

"Tell me, please tell me, Sora, where are you from?!"

Catherine asked a little excitedly. Soramus played a passionate piece of music for her just now, and her emotions were also fluctuated by this piece of music.

"A place where dreams can come true."

Solamus replied.

The foreign woman's answer made Catherine confused, so Le Chi could see that the foreign woman in front of her was not lying to herself. The foreign woman's voice was very honest, as if she really came from a place where dreams came true.

"Can you… prove it?"

Catherine asked.

"certainly……"

Catherine smiled slightly when she saw the foreign woman, who said softly:

"Tomorrow your strings will become nightingales."

What absurd words...

This was Catherine's first reaction, she didn't take Solamus' words seriously, even though the foreign woman's voice was also very honest.

As dusk approached, Catherine left the foreign woman's mansion, and she returned to the orchestra contentedly.

The sun of the next day soon shone on the earth, and Catherine woke up in a daze from her sleep. The maid brought a basin for her, and she washed her face vigorously, trying to make herself more awake.

Every musician plays his own instrument when he wakes up in the morning, so as to awaken his sense of music that has been sleeping all day.

Catherine was naturally not surprised, and she got up much, much earlier than other musicians.

She went to her harp, which stood in an open courtyard.

Catherine sat on the stool and touched the harp. She quickly entered a state of intoxicated flow, and then she inadvertently plucked the string, which was the third string.

hum.

Catherine's keen hearing made her froze for a moment, and she realized that it was not the sound of a harp at all.

She raised her head and saw a nightingale standing on her fingertips, staring at her curiously, and pecking her skin from time to time.

Catherine froze.

After a long time, she gently raised her other hand and carefully plucked another string.

The strings disappeared, and another nightingale stood on her fingertips, singing crisply and cheerfully.

"My strings... really turned into nightingales..."

Catherine murmured absently.

She couldn't believe what she saw.

But this scene really happened, and the feeling of Nightingale standing on her fingertips was beyond Catherine's imagination.

Catherine plucked the remaining thirteen strings one after another. All of a sudden, fifteen nightingales filled her two arms. They were singing like a chorus. The music woke up the musicians in the entire music hall.

When footsteps sounded outside the yard and someone came to watch, the nightingales spread their wings and flew away from Catherine's arms in a hurry. Their bright and clean wings covered the sky in front of them, and they flew away after a while. Never see you again.

And Catherine's harp was empty, with fifteen strings missing, and nightingales were singing in the sky.

(End of this chapter)