Chapter 484: Royal Poet
The top uses red and white elements, and the clever color combination shows youthful vitality without losing elegance. The gold thread embroidery on the collar and hood is like stars, shining brightly under the sun. The gold threads reflect the dazzling light under the refraction of light, making the whole top more gorgeous. Every subtle movement is accompanied by the flashing of gold threads, as if wearing the glory of the stars on the body.
The overall design is loose and comfortable, as if it has a magical power that can accommodate everything in the world. It can not only adapt to various body shapes, but also has an excellent slimming effect, making people feel comfortable and showing a unique temperament. Whether walking on the bustling city streets or on the quiet seaside, it can exude a unique charm.
In addition, there is a small black shoulder bag hanging around his waist. Although the bag is small, it is extremely delicate. It is inlaid with two eyes of God, becoming the most mysterious highlight of the whole outfit.
One of them was shining with a light blue light representing the element of wind. The light was like the surface of a lake sparkling in the breeze, giving people a feeling of tranquility and peace.
Looking at this eye of God, one can seem to feel a gentle breeze caressing one's face, bringing freshness and comfort, and calming one's heart.
As for the other one, it was grayish white. Lin Feng could sense that the power in it had been shattered. It seemed that it had experienced a tragic war, leaving only ruins.
It is almost impossible to reunite, unless a miracle really happens. The gray-white God's Eye seems to tell a sad past. Its light is dim and weak, as if silently telling the past glory and present loneliness, which makes people curious and want to explore the hidden story behind it.
After hearing what Maple Leaf said, Paimon looked at him suspiciously, his eyes wide open, full of confusion. "Huh? What the hell is going on? This is the most inexplicable comment I've ever heard..."
Paimon frowned and shook his head like a rattle, looking completely confused. He really didn't understand how this strange man could say so many incomprehensible words.
Fengyuan Manye smiled slightly, and that smile was like a flower blooming in spring, warm and charming. He waved his hand gently, as if he wanted to dispel Paimon's doubts, "It's okay, I always believe that the encounter of fate must have extraordinary significance." There was a deep light in his eyes, as if he had seen through the trajectory of fate and could see the mysterious power hidden behind ordinary encounters.
After saying that, he turned to look at Lin Feng, with a deep look in his eyes, as if his gaze penetrated Lin Feng's heart and reached the depths of his soul. "Just like our meeting today, perhaps it is also an arrangement of fate."
Fengyuan Manye’s words moved Lin Feng’s heart. He felt that this man seemed to be hiding many unknown secrets, and these secrets seemed to be closely connected with this mysterious world.
Lin Feng's heart moved, and he suddenly realized that the world seemed to be much more complicated than he had imagined. And the man in front of him obviously knew something he didn't know. He couldn't help but become more curious about Fengyuan Manye, wanting to get to know this mysterious man in depth and uncover the layers of fog around him.
As Sora stared at Maple Leaf, he suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if he saw the shadow of Wendy from Mondstadt in him. After a closer look, the two of them actually had some similarities, both with an otherworldly temperament, as free as a bard. They both exuded an ethereal aura that did not belong to the mortal world, as if they could chant moving poems at any time and tell wonderful stories in the world.
"Is this person also a "bard"? Judging from his appearance, he must be your "official poet," Sora asked curiously. Just by looking at Kaedehara Manye's attire, one could tell that he was no ordinary staff member. If he was called an official poet, it would make sense. Sora's eyes were full of curiosity and a desire to explore. He was eager to know the identity and story of this strange man.
After listening to Sora's words, Beidou thought for a moment, and the image of the bard emerged in her mind. She smiled and replied, "It is slightly similar, but in Inazuma, the title may be different. This is Kaedehara Manye, who is staying on my ship for some reason. From time to time, a few witty words flow from his mouth." As Beidou spoke, she looked at Kaedehara Manye with admiration. Her eyes were full of recognition and appreciation, as if she was introducing a precious treasure.
Beidou looked at Fengyuan Manye with a hint of admiration in his eyes. He really had a unique charm that made people want to listen to his stories and poems. His presence added a different cultural atmosphere to the entire fleet, giving the fleet, which was originally full of adventure and struggle, a touch of literature and romance.
For Sora, this unexpected discovery made him more interested in the culture and characters of Inazuma. He was eager to learn more about Inazuma's story and unique characters like Kaedehara Manye. His heart was filled with a passion for exploration, as if a door to a new world had been opened, and he couldn't wait to step into this strange and charming world.
After listening to Beidou's words, Fengyuan Manye also responded: "With a boat and sea breeze, wouldn't it be a big spoiler if I don't recite a few poems?" He raised his head slightly and looked at the distant sea, his eyes full of poetry. The sea breeze blew his hair, and his face was intoxicated, as if he had been immersed in the world of poetry.
Hearing what Kaedehara Manye said, Beidou nodded and said, "Haha, that's true. When the Southern Cross Martial Arts Tournament begins, I'll give you a chance to show your talents, okay?" Beidou patted Kaedehara Manye's shoulder with an expectant smile on her face. Her smile was as bright as the sun, full of expectations for Kaedehara Manye, hoping that he could bring everyone a different audio-visual feast with poetry at the martial arts tournament.
Seeing this, Fengyuan Manye declined without thinking: "It depends on your mood. Poems written for a certain event often lose their "charm." There was a hint of persistence in his tone. He had his own principles for poetry creation. In his opinion, true poetry should come from the burst of inspiration from the heart, rather than being deliberately written to cater to a certain occasion.
This is true, but judging from the current situation, Lin Feng feels that he can't refuse Fengyuan Manye's request. Lin Feng secretly observed from the side, thinking silently in his heart. He looked at Beidou's determined eyes and Fengyuan Manye's helpless expression, and felt that this promise about poetry would become a reality.