Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 290 - 233 Regina’s Performance_1

Chapter 290: Chapter 233 Regina’s Performance_1

Regina’s nimble fingers deftly plucked the harp. "In this operation, I wasn’t able to do anything meaningful for you. The only thing I can do is to depict the story of this place through poetry, so that more people will know and pass it on. I have basically conceived it. If you all agree, why not have a listen?"

"Certainly, we’ve been looking forward to Miss Regina’s singing for more than a day or two," Gaven said with joy—a windfall from heaven.

Though Regina hadn’t truly performed on their journey, her mere vocal hums were very pleasing to the ear, possessing a seductive quality.

If she were to sing it, it would become natural advertising, expanding her fame and helping her attract potential employers to seek her out.

"Please." Mr. Darnell naturally would not refuse the opportunity to listen to a Transcendent Bard display her talents.

In Felen, music and poetry possessed magic power.

Especially when performed by Bards, it could even inspire people’s potential and fighting spirit.

Regina’s instrument was a harp, a magical harp.

It had three forms.

One was the size of a fist, used by Regina as a belt ornament.

Another was a harp guitar that could be played like a violin, cradled in the arms to play, which Regina used most often, even on horseback without any hindrance.

The last form was its complete state, a standard golden grand harp that stood on the ground, taller than Regina herself, just the right size for her to play while standing.

In Felen, the harp was known as the king of musical instruments.

Its illustrious title came not only from its complex design and difficult learning curve, with a range that could replace several instruments,

but also from an organization—the Harpists.

This benevolent organization, particularly in the Northern Lands of Felen, had an excellent reputation with many distinguished members—Legendary Archmages like Irminster, Karben Oloson wielding the Black Staff, Storm Silverhand, and others.

The good deeds they had done were too numerous to count, and the number of people they had helped was beyond measure.

It was because of the existence of this benevolent organization that evil forces couldn’t run rampant in Felen.

With many members being Bards who revered and preferred the harp as their instrument, people naturally elevated the harp to a lofty status out of affection for them.

Therefore, in Felen, playing the harp was a nuanced matter, especially for Bards.

Many couldn’t help but associate them with the Harpists.

The greater the reputation of the Harpists, the more numerous and troublesome their enemies were.

As a result, real Harpists seldom used the harp in public, and it was often the impostors who, wishing to make a statement, would choose the harp as their instrument.

The one before them was a genuine Harpist who used the harp.

Watching Regina’s performance was not only an auditory delight but a visual one as well.

She did not simply stand still and play the harp; she danced gracefully around it.

As the harp strings vibrated and the poetry chanted,

everyone’s emotions were involuntarily stirred.

Even the participants themselves couldn’t help but immerse themselves in the poetic story she wove.

In it, Estelle was a gentle and virtuous wife, unwaveringly faithful in love, enduring humiliation for the sake of her daughter.

Amanda was beautiful yet pitiable, misunderstood since childhood, devoid of paternal love, acquainted only with hatred and torment.

Duke Kolonfer, on the other hand, was a pitiable puppet, manipulated by an Evil God, his jealousy and hatred twisted to extremes, releasing his rage as a husband and father.

Once the groundwork was laid, and tragedy struck, everyone couldn’t help but shed tears along with them, feeling heartfelt pity for the mother and daughter.

And when Revenge came, it felt satisfyingly just.

But upon realizing everything was within the Evil God’s plan, turning the pitiful mother and daughter into new playthings like their father, the heartache intensified.

And when Gaven, radiating endless brilliance, broke through the darkness and the cycle of Undead Vengeance, rescuing the suffering mother and daughter, it was incredibly heartwarming.

Even as the participants, Gaven and the others listened as if spellbound, their emotions fluctuating with the story, let alone those unaware of the event, who would likely be even more emotionally impacted.

In the audience, the most intense reactions came naturally from Estelle and Amanda, as the firsthand experiencers of the entire ordeal.

Under the allure of Regina’s poetry, it seemed they relived it all over again.

Not only was Amanda gritting her teeth, her emotions momentarily out of control,

Estelle’s emotions also became extremely volatile, with surging Negative Energy threatening her physical form, bordering on transforming into a Spiritual Body.

It was at this moment that a warm sensation came from her right hand.

Turning her head, it was the young man named Gaven Nort, who was quietly motioning with his lips toward her.

Following his suggestive gaze, three Holy Warriors appeared to be engrossed in the poetry, but their Warhammers lay across their knees, their peripheral vision seemingly monitoring her and Amanda.

Clearly, these Holy Warriors were not going to simply take Gaven and Estelle at their word; they needed to verify for themselves that they were no longer evil spirits.

If they lost control, the situation would become completely unmanageable.

This struck Estelle with a cold realization, causing her to immediately subdue her emotions and suppress the surging Negative Energy within her.

At the same time, she reached out to hold Amanda, only to discover that Amanda had already regained her composure a step ahead.

Because a large hand had beaten her to it, already gripping Amanda’s.

Amanda hung her head, staring unblinkingly at the large hand clutching hers, feeling the warmth that it conveyed.

What a warm hand, what a broad hand, what a rough hand.

This was a scene she had dreamt of at midnight countless times, a scene she had never dared to hope for.

Because she was a being forsaken by the gods, born with a curse, she had brought her mother endless criticism and shame.

In her life, there was only her mother, only her mother.

But now there was another hand, another person.

But could this hand really continue to hold her like this, to be this warm?

Would it be like that man who, for the slightest of her mistakes, would raise a whip or a belt?

This thought filled Amanda with boundless terror, and she couldn’t help but clutch that large hand tightly, fearing that if she let go, there would not be a second chance to hold it again.

The temperature of these two hands—one large, one small—was noticeably different from that of ordinary people.

While not as cold as a corpse, their body temperature was at least several degrees lower than that of an average person, the difference clearly palpable.

Their heartbeats were also much slower and more relaxed than those of ordinary people, almost imperceptible unless one paid close attention.

This was likely due to the influence of the Negative Energy.

The calming effect was better than Gaven had anticipated.

First, Estelle quieted down, and then Amanda. Her reaction was a bit beyond Gaven’s expectations. Not only did she reciprocate the grip on her small hand, but her other hand also joined in, and even the moving poetry was no longer of interest to her, as she just stared straight at Gaven’s hand.

It almost made Gaven wonder if his hand had sprouted flowers.

When Regina’s performance came to an end and Gaven was prepared to applaud, Amanda was still clinging on tightly, unwilling to let go.

Having no other choice, he managed to clap a few times and said loudly, "I’ve always known Miss Regina to be a master in this aspect, but I didn’t expect such excellence. It’s hard to find a few in the entire Valley who could stand shoulder to shoulder with you."

"A supreme musician, dancer, and even more so a singer," Mr. Darnell said with an upright thumb, sincerely expressing, "To create a new song and dance in such a short time and to integrate them to this extent is beyond the capability of ordinary people."

"Thank you," Regina said with a modest bow, "Given the rush, there is still much room for improvement in this song. You all are participants and have more right to speak. If you feel that anything is inappropriate, please point it out, and I will make further adjustments and improvements."

Gaven nodded seriously and said, "Miss Regina, everything about this song is good, except, I cannot agree with one thing. Why, from beginning to end, does it fail to mention Mr. Darnell and the others? You are more than aware of the circumstances here, if it weren’t for Mr. Darnell and his men clearing the Ghosts from the manor ahead of time, if it wasn’t for his selfless sharing of the hard-earned intelligence, whether or not I could have succeeded is truly debatable."

Gaven’s words elicited little reaction from Darnell, but the looks in the eyes of his two disciples softened significantly when they turned to him.

They had just realized this issue as well, but as the parties concerned, they could not raise this question.

"This..." Regina showed a hint of embarrassment on her beautiful face. She couldn’t very well say that she had done this deliberately.

By doing so, it indeed highlighted Darnell’s selflessness, but it could also have some impact on his reputation, after all, it indicated that he had failed in the matter of Weizemay Manor.

To which Darnell magnanimously waved his hand and said, "Brother Gaven, all poetry needs a protagonist, and only one. Unnecessary roles should not be added if they don’t need to be. On this matter, the role I played was not as big as you think. Even without us being ahead, you would have managed with your own capabilities, albeit with a bit more trouble. I think poetry doesn’t have to be so particular; this is already very good."

"But..." Gaven began.

Darnell interrupted him with a wave of his hand, half-jokingly saying, "Brother Gaven, you really want me to put it bluntly, I have a certain reputation in the Valley, especially in dealing with Ghosts. If you insist on having Miss Regina include me in the poetry, to be your supporting greenery, wouldn’t that greatly devalue me..."

Gaven was taken aback, he had only thought of fairness and had truly not considered this angle. He quickly apologized, "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that..."

Darnell laughed heartily, "Of course, I know you didn’t mean it. I was just joking. The chance should be left to you young people. You need this more than I do, especially with Weizemay Manor needing to be rebuilt, you require the reputation, so don’t decline it.

I just hope that the next time we come to Weizemay Manor, we can have a glass of free wine, and we will be content. Weizemay Manor’s Crystal wine is unique in the Valley, no one has surpassed it, and I haven’t had the chance to enjoy it in over two years."

Taking the easy way out, Gaven didn’t dwell on the matter. Since the person involved didn’t care, he cared even less about hogging the limelight and vowed, patting his chest, "After the wine is brewed next year, I will ensure to send the first cart to the Sir right away, please don’t refuse it then."

"I certainly wouldn’t refuse such a good thing. Let’s agree on that," Darnell agreed with a forthright smile.

"Agreed."

"There is no need to wait until next year if you want to taste Weizemay’s Crystal wine," Estelle tenderly interjected, "The manor’s cellar has stocks, and there’s quite a bit of it, all of it the best vintages and qualities."

"The manor has a cellar? How did I not discover it?" Gaven asked in confusion.

He had previously turned Weizemay Manor’s main building inside out, nearly going through every crevice in the wall, but had not found any trace of a secret mechanism.

Darnell also appeared to share the same expression of bewilderment. Although he hadn’t searched as thoroughly, he had indeed found no trace of a wine cellar.