Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 632 - 98 - Elegy from the Sky_1

Chapter 632: Chapter 98 - Elegy from the Sky_1

"Absolutely, the only thing that could dampen their spirits would be the earthshattering catastrophe bound to shatter Yarra." Pannis said, "I answered their call for aid to the Winged People a few days ago and saw them again. They’re still so lively. Even after a century, they haven’t matured at all. They still fly around in a flurry when they get excited and if you get too close, you’d still get whipped by their wings. And their feathers, they’re still shedding them! Their feathers are everywhere in the room, sticking stubbornly to textiles. It’s a nightmare to clean, as you have to pick each one of them up and you can’t sweep them away."

"Isn’t it wonderful," Christo’s voice, already so faint it was only audible if one leaned in close, responded to Pannis’ account, his heavy-lidded eyes half-open, murmured in an undertone that could be barely classified as a conversation, "They ought to be like this, all bright and bustling onwards, perpetually. Just like clouds, their movements forever flighty and unpredictable. If not, they’d lose their unique charm."

"Unique charm? Well, maybe." Pannis smirked and muttered, "To me, they’re just two prankish children who never grew up. Their unique charm lies in their practical jokes which they play regardless of time or place, frustrating everyone to the point of amusement, and yet nobody has the heart to scold them. Is this their unique charm?"

"Ha ha ha ha...*cough* *cough*..." Christo broke into laughter only to interrupt himself by a fit of violent coughing. It was so severe that it seemed he would cough up his lungs. This startled Pannis, who quickly held Christo and gently patted him on the back. This helped Christo catch his breath, saving him from suffocating to death. The old goblin, leaning back against the pillow in exhaustion, in a weary voice, said, "It looks like my time has come. I can feel the vitality seeping out of my body, bit by bit. I am tired, and I don’t want to struggle to keep on anymore. I think it would be best to end it here with dignity, don’t you think, Kyle?"

Pannis, putting on a complex expression, gently patted Christo on the arm and in a low voice, said, "If you are feeling tired, then rest assured and go to sleep. Don’t be afraid, I will watch over you as you sleep. I will accompany you till the end of your journey. Go on, sleep peacefully."

"Kyle, always the constant, never disappointing his friends and always resolving problems," Christo murmured, "I have always been afraid of loneliness, while I never talked about it, you knew it all along, didn’t you? That’s why you stayed by my side, fearing that I may feel lonely on the way."

"Not entirely," Pannis maintained his smile, but it held an unspoken depth, "An old friend was leaving, and as a partner of many years, how could I not accompany you on your last journey? How could I not see you off on your final voyage?"

"Heh, you’re correct, you’re absolutely correct," the old goblin, now almost blind, searched for something on the bedside cabinet. Pannis, biting his lips, subtly pushed a crystal energy gun kept on the cabinet towards Christo. The old goblin, apparently not noticing Pannis’ actions, felt satisfied when he found what he was looking for. He took his favourite weapon and cuddled it. Despite the years, the crystal energy gun still looked as new as ever with its smooth metal surface shining brightly. It was evident that its owner never forgot to polish it daily, even at his end. Christo, once able to handle the gun with ease like it was a part of his own body, now struggled just to hold it. It felt extraordinarily heavy, and soon it became clear that the old goblin was straining to hold it. But he still held it, looking as merry as a child with his favourite toy. Holding the weapon seemed to bring back memories of countless cherished moments, unforgettable people and the bitter-sweet emotions that he’d usually indulge in only when he was alone. Holding it felt like holding on to everything he once had.

"It’s really cold today, like that clear dawn on the light and dark peak," said Christo, eyes closed, a faint sadness on his elderly face, barely audible murmuring, "I wish I could have another cup of mountain lotus flower tea, I wish I could hear the flapping of wings one more time."

The next moment, their surroundings flared up with light. Two beams of light, black and white descended from the sky. It looked as if the roof had disappeared and the lights from above poured into the room. The glow was comforting and soft and landed gently on either side of the old goblin, embracing him as delicately as a lover would. Accompanying the faint light, was a faint, yet distinct song from the sky. The lyrics were unclear, but the melodious, mournful and comforting tones of the song cut through the ceiling from the sky, making their way into the tiny room, enveloping the old goblin on his sickbed. With the song came the sound of wings flapping and beams of energy forming countless black and white feathers that fell from the sky, making the courtyard look like it was being showered upon by a flurry of confetti.

Outside the courtyard, dozens of others seemed stunned as they watched the spectacle, many of them unsure of what it symbolised. However, they all felt an awe-inspiring power radiating from the demigods, a power so irresistible that it bent them over in utmost reverence to the unnamed deity. The five girls from the adventure team who were waiting at the gate had now exited their carriage. Even though they were unsure of what to make of the light, falling feathers and the song, they each felt a sense of melancholy.

If you were to pull back, you’d see the adventurers in the entire City of Knowledge, regardless of their strengths, all sensed the energy from the sky and heard the sombre song in an instance. The pure and sorrowful song fell from the skies like an elegy.

"They’re here," the old goblin, barely managing to open his eyes, said, this simple act seemed to drain him of all his energy, "I can hear the sound of wings again, I can feel the atmosphere of the sky. They are here, aren’t they?"

"Yes, they’re here," said Pannis, standing up, sensing the energies drawing near, speaking softly, "The children of light and darkness, with the falling light feather, come forth from the horizon. Don’t you wish to see them one more time?"

"Heh, heh," the old goblin chuckled, a look of final joy filled his wrinkled face," Kyle, you have always been there for your friends. Thank you."

The plaintive singing abruptly halted, intensified by the sudden sounds of fluttering wings. Following was the noise of shattering crystal. Two figures broke through the room’s window, appearing abruptly within the confined space. Pannis gave Christo’s hand a final pat and exchanged a glance with the two girls who had raced in, before gradually exiting the room.

With a creak, the large door to the courtyard slowly opened inward. Pannis emerged from the yard, slowly rejoining the five girls of the adventure team.

"How did it go, Pannis?" asked Freya the most anxiously, being Christo’s student, "How are things inside? What was that noise just now?"

"His old friend came to visit him," Pannis said casually, "Freya, go stay with Rene in her room for a while. Also... I reckon you two will be quite busy in the upcoming days."

Freya seemed to understand and grimacing tightly, wanted to say something but ended up saying nothing. She just nodded heavily and returned to the courtyard with a lot weighing on her mind.

"As for the rest of us," Pannis sighed deeply. Rubbing her forehead with her fingers and looking dog-tired, she said, "Let’s go home."

After pondering for a moment, Catherine suddenly stepped forward, gently embracing Pannis. While patting her back softly, Catherine consoled her, "Don’t be so sad anymore. We’ll still be by your side, and everything will pass."

"Yes, everything will pass," muttered Pannis quietly, her hands coming together to hug Catherine, indicating that she was fine, "Don’t worry, I’ve seen a lot of this. I won’t set back so easily."

"Good," Catherine let go then smiled consolingly, "Let’s go, let’s go home."

When they all reboarded the carriage, the interior once again embraced the same silence that was there when they had first embarked. Pannis, resting her chin on her hand by the window, gazed distractedly at the night outside, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. The girls, knowing the sadness within her heart, tactfully remained silent. Their quiet presence acted as a comfort to her troubled spirit.

In the silence, the carriage rolled along the road. As they entered Fox street, the tolling of a distant bell sounded throughout the night. The chilling wind of early winter blew down the street, rustling the remaining leaves on the trees lining the road, finally causing them to fall and be carried off to some unknown location.

"It’s really cold today." Looking at the withered leaves drifting in the wind before her eyes, listening to the ever-resounding bell, Pannis let out a heavy sigh with a complex expression, as if she was trying to vent all her emotions through that sigh.

One toll, two tolls, three tolls... No one spoke up... Only the lengthy bell toll reverberated through the cold night.

At 20:17 on the night of the 3rd of November in the year 3692 of the Continental Calendar, the once-hero, the Demigod gunner of the goblin race, the Master of Illusion Magic, the top scholar of the Mechanical Engineering School, Christo Tesla, passed away from sickness in his home in the City of Knowledge, a Neutral Land. He died at the age of 169. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to cast your recommendation votes or monthly votes on qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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