Dark King

“Each of them was a character who had affected their own time!”

He faced the eyes of nobles. His tone was graceful as he continued.: “I believe that you have heard about the new textile machine! You have seen the masterpiece given by the God of Light!”

There were smiles on faces of most of the nobles.: “I have seen. We use them!”

“That is a great work of art!”

“Praise the glory of the God of Light!”

Kerry continued.: “The emergence of the new textile machines didn’t just improve the efficency of the production but the God of Light gave us an enlightenment! This is a huge blueprint. In the future lots of new masterpieces will be based on it. Our lives will be much better!”

Applauses resounded in the hall.

Kerry smiled.: “I’m not going to say too much as it is just a banquet tonight. I hope you will all enjoy yourselves. I would like to invite the hero of tonight’s gathering, the winner of the medal, the God’s architect, Mr Dean!”

After he finished Kerry stepped down. Dudian who was waiting accros the steps walked up. He was standing in the highest and most bright location. All the eyes were focused on him. He looked around and saw the aristocrats lined up. He remembered the party from many years ago when he was a scavenger. He remember that Mel family’s daughter Sarah was on spotlight while he was in dark corner.

“Thank you for coming.” Dudian smiled as he calmly said. There was no timidness or weakness in his tone. The people began to clap to congratulate. If there was an average person standing here then they would lose themselves under this applauses. But from the experience of hunting many monsters Dudian’s instincts had become more sensitive. Rudolph was applauding and smiling at the same time as if nothing had happened between them. He could see the deep coldness under his smiles.

Dudian removed his eyes and glanced at other nobles. Abel from Milan family was here. The head of Mel family was present too. There were about 10 extraordinary people with same temperament standing at the first row. Behind them were the others. Dudian saw Old Fulin who was using crutches to stand up. There was a pleasant smile on his face.

Mace was standing in crowd and looked at Dudian. He didn’t expect that this juvenile was the main protagonist of today’s party and the winner of the medal. There was anger in his eyes but he restrained as smile appeared on his face.

Dudian looked around the crowd and saw Annia at the outside parts. There was a middle-aged man and a lady dressed in velvet close to her. Although she was dressed decently but in comparison to other ladies she seemed low-key because of her jewelries and clothes.

Annia’s eyes met with his.

Dudian recovered his eyes and said.: “I met a childhood friend and promised to tell her a poem. I would like to take advantage of this opportunity and say the poem. Please don’t make fun of me.

Kerry was slightly surprised.: “A poem?”

Many aristocrats were stunned. One of them immediately reacted.: “It is pleasure to hear the poem from ‘epoch’ medal winner. Mr Dean is really versatile!”

“Young and promising …”

The aristocrats at the back whispered to each other. But the top nobles at the first row slightly smiled and didn’t speak.

Dudian looked at Rudolph and began to chant the modern poetry that he had learned form super chip.:

“If I love you -”

” I will never be a trumpet creeper Clinging to your body to highlight my height.”

“If I love you -”

” I will never be a spoony bird Repeating the monotonous song for a green shade.”

” Nor a spring That brings perennial cool solace.”

” Nor steep peak That increases your highness, reflect your eminence.”

“Even sunlight.” (daylight?)

” Even the spring rain.”

” No, all these are not sufficient!

“I must stand by your side, A tree with roots clinched underground, And leaves touching the cloud..”

Dudian slowly read the poem. The restless hall had become quiet. Only his voice echoed out as it revealed the aesthetic poem.

Dudian didn’t continue to read the second half of the poem. It was called ode to the oak. The latter part wasn’t good for the occasion so he retained.

Everyone knew that the poem had come to an end after Dudian’s voice no longer sounded for a long time. There were surprise in their eyes. Most of them didn’t understand poetry but nobles liked drama, poetry, music and other forms of art. IN the eyes of nobility the etiquette, education and art was more expensive than wealth.

“Good poem!” An obese middle-aged noble cheered.

Other aristocrats recovered and applauded.

Annia was shocked as she stood behind the crowd. The scene from many years ago emerged in front of her eyes. She remember the cold boy looking calmly at her. The words “I will never be a trumpet creeper Clinging to your body to highlight my height” had affected her. Although she didn’t know what trumpet creeper means but she could understand the meaning of the verse. That stubborn kid was like that back then. The poem had deeply pierced her heart. She couldn’t directly look at Dudian as her head was lowered.