Otherworld Starts With All Cooking Skills

Chapter 220: Kiss in the Bell

“But speaking of it, you still can’t see Vivienne?” Dorn had this idea in his mind based on Veronica.

That’s right.

This is the main purpose of Donne.

Whether it’s Ms. Barbasa’s additional performance in “To Vivian”.

After she finished the performance, she deliberately said, [a girl with silver hair and blue eyes from Mr. Donne in Eatontown], this kind of description that points directly to the fairy Miss.

It’s all Donne’s request.

The purpose is to make people who hear the song believe that through the piece “To Vivian”

In this world, beside Mr. Donne in Eaton Town, there really exists a lovely girl with silver hair and blue eyes.

“To Vivienne” is not just a gift from Don to the fairy Miss.

It was what he thought of, to introduce Vivian’s way of existence to everyone on a large scale.

Because when I first came to Golden Oak City, the alchemist Fafna Miss suggested that if you want to break Vivienne’s current situation of zero presence, you can try to introduce Vivienne to more people.

Let more people believe in the existence of Vivian.

This is Donne’s attempt.

However, the result of this attempt was not ideal.

At least, the two nobles Miss in the same box still didn’t notice the existence of Vivian.

Of course, Dorn is also mentally prepared for things like attempts may fail.

After all, the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment after failing.

Dorn was a little bit disappointed, and turned his head to look at the fairy Miss beside him.

I saw Vivienne at this moment, sitting in the chair with the ebony staff lying horizontally on her knees, tightly grasping the corners of the blue and white skirt with both hands, and bowing her head deeply.

“Vivienne, don’t you like it? Sorry, I just…” Donn thought that Miss, the fairy, doesn’t like this kind of gift, and asked in a low voice.

It doesn’t matter if the other two nobles Miss will hear his [self-talking].

“No, no… I’m just too happy, I, oo…” The fairy Miss still lowered her head, in anxious tone, accompanied by a little choking, “I like this gift, I really really like it. , Dorn.”

Dorne was slightly in a daze when he heard this.

Vivian’s whimpering sound reminded him of the scene when the two met for the first time.

At this time, Ms. Barbasa on the stage spoke again, which was the final summary of the song “To Vivian”:

“With this song, to all the romance, beauty and love of the world, to every lovely and innocent teenager and girl in the world, to Vivian.”

As soon as this remark came out, the crowd in the theater became excited again.

In the box, the red-haired Veronica maintained a lazy sitting position, and spoke with a subtle teasing tone:

“I take back what I said on the front page of the “Musician” journal at the “Pastoral” Symphony. It seems that tomorrow, it will be the romantic story between you and Vivienne Miss, Mr. Donne. .”

…

After the performance of “To Alice”.

Ms. Barbasa conducted two more symphony performances. After the fourth symphony ended, the concert officially ended.

Gentleman Miss and the musicians, while recollecting the grand content of tonight’s concert, left in twos and threes.

On Dorn’s side, he also said goodbye to Miss, two nobles, Anrietta and Veronica.

When they were parting, the little lady looked at Dorn more.

But in the end nothing was said, nothing was asked, and nothing was shown.

On Dorn’s side, after parting with the two noble Miss Miss, he did not return directly to the Jinzun Tavern.

Instead, with Vivian, quietly went up to the towering tower of the Grand Theatre.

After all, he had agreed with Miss, the fairy, that before leaving Golden Oak City, he would have a bird’s eye view of this art capital from a high altitude.

Appreciate the beauty of this city from different perspectives.

Nowadays, I have been playing in Golden Oak City for a long time, and I have listened to concerts, and even left an excess of “To Vivian”, which is destined to become a classic of music history.

Probably tomorrow or Houtian, it’s almost time to leave.

I just did the last thing I wanted to do tonight.

Through the winding stairs, all the way up, to the top of the tower.

This is a platform surrounded by stone railings with a good view.

When Dorn and Vivian climbed here quietly, the people in the theater had almost dispersed. However, the entire main urban area of ​​Golden Oak City is still brightly lit.

Under the dark sky, warm yellow lights everywhere enveloped the entire Golden Oak City. The lights were brilliant, like a shining pearl that never night.

“Huh—it’s really beautiful here, isn’t it?” Dorn sighed as he looked at the lights of Golden Oak City.

Vivian held the heavy ebony staff, stood a little timidly, just gave a soft “um”, her eyes avoided, and she didn’t dare to make eye contact with Dorn.

From listening to the concert until now, the fairy Miss has always been in this state.

It seems to be entangled in my heart thinking about something, it seems that there is something but I dare not say it directly.

The night breeze from the heights blows over, swaying Vivienne’s long silver hair, a bit cold, but with the soft fragrance of the fairy Miss.

“It seems a bit cold above, shall we go down in a while?” Dorn suggested.

Vivienne still just nodded.

Her gaze looked out from the platform at the top of the tower and fell on the bell tower of the church not far away.

There is a figure moving there.

It was the bell ringer of the church, and the time is now approaching 10 o’clock. At this time, the bell ringer of the church will ring the big bell on the bell tower.

Vivienne stared at the clock tower opposite for a while, and what the alchemist Miss Favna had said to her appeared in her mind—

[Maybe, Vivienne Miss, you can also try and be proactive with those you like. ]

This sentence, after listening to the song “To Vivian” tonight, will pop out of Miss the fairy from time to time.

Vivienne’s gaze stayed on the clock tower opposite.

The figure of the bell ringer seemed to be about to ring the bell.

The fairy Miss took a deep breath: “Dorn, I like the gift you gave me. So, so I have something for you too.”

“Huh?” Dorn, who was leaning on the stone railing to watch the night view, turned his head and was a little surprised, “What is it?”

“Yes… can you close your eyes first?” Vivian’s breathing accelerated slightly, her hands tightly squeezing the ebony staff, the blue eyes flashing like a pool of lake water in the night.

“Yeah.” Dorn closed his eyes.

Feeling a little interesting in my heart, thinking: Vivian has a sense of ritual.

“Well–”

Dorn heard Vivian whimper shyly and quietly.

She could still hear her breathing more and more quickly.

Immediately afterwards, there was a slight sound of the ebony staff leaning on the stone railing.

Then, Dorne felt the ends of his shirt’s chest, being gently pulled by a pair of soft, trembling hands.

The little hands that pulled his chest gently forced Dorn to lean down slightly.

Subsequently.

clang–

The big iron bell on the bell tower of the church opposite was rang.

The loud and melodious bell rang in Don’s ears.

And there is–

A pair of small, soft, warm, elastic lips were lightly stamped between Don’s lips.

After a brief, simple post.

The pair of small, trembling lips quickly fled.

However, it does not seem to escape too far from the ground.

Because Dorn could feel that Vivian was exhaling shortly, with a warm, moist breath, lightly on the tip of his nose.

Then, he heard Vivian speak:

“—You, Don.”

Because the loud bells covered the sound, and the sudden kiss a little short-circuited Dorn’s brain, he only heard the last three words clearly when he said to Vivienne.

“Vivienne?” Dorn opened his eyes.

But only saw that the fairy Miss had turned his head, picked up the ebony staff leaning on the stone railing, like a frightened rabbit, hurriedly ran down the curved stairs of the tower.

Donne looked back.

In a trance, you can feel–

Under the tower, Golden Oak City is still brightly lit.

And the night breeze on the tower seemed to become gentler, with that soft fragrance.

And between own lips, there seems to be a little bit left, warm and warm, coming from the temperature of Vivian.