Chapter 577 Yunus: Your Necklace Looks Familiar

"Then I will also give you a gift later!"

Nelim said seriously: "I remember, my human friend!"

"My name is Aiwass, don't call me human. Just like I wouldn't call you goblin, okay?"

Aiwass raised his palm and spoke to her seriously.

Nelim flew over, hugged Aiwass' nose, and kissed Aiwass - but Aiwass didn't feel it at all, and it even felt a bit like being bitten by a mosquito.

"Yeah! Aiwass!"

She said happily: "My friend, Aiwass!"

But Nelim reacted quickly: "Aiwass, what are you doing here?"

"——He came to see me, Miss Nelim."

A somewhat tired but still calm voice sounded from inside.

With his cane tapping the soft soil and his boots sweeping over the fallen leaves, Sherlock walked out slowly.

At that moment, Nilim exploded.

She disappeared from the spot in a flash, and then appeared behind Aiwass. Her wings flapped sharply, making obvious noises. She reached out and grabbed a lock of Aiwass's hair, and shouted loudly: "It's the bad guy! The bad guy Sherlock!"

Aiwass stretched out a finger subtly and tapped Nelim's head gently as a head rub. At the same time, he asked Sherlock: "What happened to you?"

Sherlock shook his head: "It's nothing, I said the wrong thing - we were having a very happy chat, but I was in a hurry and said the wrong thing."

Avas suddenly understood.

Sherlock must have forgotten the taboo about goblins and greeted him with just "goblin".

This kind of thing cannot be changed at all - because if "Happy Spirit" is defined as the scientific name of fairies, then the name that fairies hate is "Happy Spirit". They simply hate being defined or studied.

This is probably the fundamental contradiction between the path of wisdom and the path of beauty.

"Don't play with the bad guys, Aiwass! I don't want to play with the bad guys!"

Nelim held Aiwass's hair angrily, trying to pull him away as best she could. But she tried her best, but at most she could only make Aiwass feel a very slight pulling sensation - not even as strong as the blowing wind.

Nelim pulled twice, and when Aivas didn't move, she snorted and turned into flowing wind and got into the gaps in Aivas' hair.

"Introduction, Aiwass."

Sherlock said, stepping aside a little to reveal the person behind him: "This is Mr. Yunus, my client. I am here to help him solve some problems - invite you here , because this matter may need to be resolved by a pastor.”

It was a man Aiwass had never seen before.

He has an extremely shiny and round bald head that looks like a braised egg, fair skin, slightly chubby cheeks that make him appear non-aggressive, and big, round, child-like black eyes, with a lively and cheerful look on his face. , a sense of carefree optimism. The most conspicuous mark on his face is a pair of black mustaches with upward curling edges like a cat's mouth.

He was a full head shorter than Sherlock and looked like a small potato.

The moment she saw him, Lily felt strong hesitation and shock.

She had previously known from Aiwass that the true identity of "Yunus" was Isabel's father, Prince Albert. But this man who looked so funny that he looked like he came out of the circus made it impossible for her to connect with the weak and beautiful Isabel.

But Aiwass had no reaction.

Because he knew that this was actually the face of "Yunus".

Albert used illusions to hide his true face and turned himself into the image of his friend Yunus. He used this method to avoid fear and evade responsibility.

"Hahaha!"

Yunus laughed rhythmically, and his dark eyes looked sparkling. He stretched out his hand on the instrument and stroked it skillfully, and easily played cheerful and vibrant music.

"I am Yunus, happy Yunus; dear bishop, Mr. Archbishop, I have heard your name a long time ago!"

Yunus' tone of voice was strange.

It didn't sound like a normal conversation, but it couldn't be called singing or reciting poetry. Although some of it doesn't follow the rhythm or rhymes, it somehow feels like an "original version of rap". It's like the narration of a musical, full of emotion.

"He is a good person who sings beautifully!"

Hearing his voice, Nelim immediately emerged from Aiwass's hair and a little head popped up: "I occasionally hear you singing from home! So I came here!"

"Hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, Yunus let out three rhythmic laughs: "It's such a ridiculous compliment, it makes me ashamed; thank you little miss for the compliment, I didn't expect that my singing could reach the land of joy."

"That's nice - and you should call me Ms. Nelim respectfully, I'm almost an adult!"

Nerim argued, then began to sing.

It was a song as clear and beautiful as running water - if you sang hymns, it could cleanse your soul; if you sang folk songs, it would remind people of the carefree sunshine in the countryside.

Aiwas and the others suddenly became quiet and listened to her singing.

What is somewhat inconsistent with her timbre is... it is a rather melancholic and lonely wanderer's song, and it is completely inconsistent with the name of "Happy Yunus". The lyrics tell about a wanderer who has a home and cannot return. When he sees the moon in another place, he thinks of the moon in his hometown.

But Yunus did not fade the smile on his face. He just played the modified guitar in his hand, which was actually a "guitar", and a melancholy and quiet melody flowed out of it.

At some point, the chestnut trees around him bloomed. The strong chestnut fragrance was soaked in the sun, and then the light gradually dissipated. The sky above turned into the night sky, and the sun turned into cold moonlight.

Soon, Yunus also catered to Nilim's singing, playing the guitar and making a low sound as a response.

His lyrics are very simple, repeating "I saw the moon, the same as at home" every other sentence. In the middle are his trivial life and what he saw and heard as a wanderer - all of them are "I bought another pancake today, but the filling is not as much as my mother's"; "I dreamed of playing chess with my father, maybe he was a little lonely in the dream world"; "I walked in the wild for ten hours today, but still couldn't find a place to stay" and so on.

It was full of sad but plain sentences, without any decoration, even a little vulgar, but it sounded so gripping.

Even though Nilim and Yunus had never cooperated before, Nilim switched to harmony fluently without any instruction and handed the lead vocal to Yunus.

Yunus quickly finished the whole song, and then bowed to everyone again happily.

Aiwass was the first to applaud, followed by the fairy Nilim who applauded excitedly. Then came Lily, and finally Sherlock who was a little reluctant.

Aiwass knew that Sherlock could not appreciate this style of folk songs. He liked the violin, elegant music that could make people think of moonlight, flowing water, lakes, and swans, or fierce music that could make people feel the burning indomitable spirit.

At this time, the moon in the sky turned back to the sun again, and the night sky turned back to daytime. But the chestnut trees around, with a radius of about 20 meters, had already bloomed.

"Can I have a drink, Mr. Bishop?"

Yunus looked at Aiwas with shining eyes - or rather, at the necklace hanging around Aiwas' neck, and made a respectful and earnest invitation: "Although we meet for the first time, I also feel like we have met in the previous life! I would like to have dinner or lunch with you. Such a young archbishop, I want to hear your story!"

"Of course, Mr. Yunus."

Aiwas bowed slightly and greeted him: "My name is Aiwas Moriarty."

"So you are the Moriarty - I have heard your story, and your deeds of fighting the devil are also in the newspapers; but I have never heard the narration of the person involved, maybe I have the honor to write a song for you?"

Yunus approached Aiwas enthusiastically, bowed slightly, stretched out his hands and held Aiwas's hands.

And Aiwas also held Yunus's hand with his backhand, and answered gently and seriously: "You are a well-known chivalrous man, Mr. Yunus. I must tell you everything I know."

His reaction... should be that he recognized the necklace given to me by Isabel?

Aiwass shuddered inwardly.