"Anthony, let's go——"

The traveler called out to Anthony, who was still looking at each other melancholy with Rose, then smiled at the knight and walked up first, "By the way, I seem to have heard singing?"

The corridor is still very dull, with the heat of summer still not dissipating.

"Yeah. I heard it too. I was discussing it with Miss Rose just now. Because it really sounds good."

Anthony followed closely behind Beihara and Feng, and answered quickly when he heard the words, as if he wanted to dispel the silent atmosphere in the corridor.

Rose blinked her eyes and suddenly wanted to speak to let the child, who was panting while climbing the stairs, put him down.

But in the end she said nothing.

Okay. The flower thought with some depression that she finally understood the reason why Kitahara and Kaede didn't reject the good name "princess" at that time - sometimes, rejection can also be a kind of hurt.

Fortunately, as the last section of the road, it is not very long under the calming singing.

Even so, when they reached the last step, for physical or psychological reasons, everyone still exhaled in unison.

The people guarding the tower looked out the window carefully, and when they spotted the last group of tourists to arrive, they greeted them warmly and then made a silent gesture.

"Quiet--"

Kitahara and Kaede showed a puzzled expression, and then they saw each other pointing at the dome of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore opposite.

Not far away is the orange-red dome of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore, which is also the highest point in the city of Florence.

It is said that the reason why it is so high is so that returning people can see their hometown at a glance.

On the top of the small pavilion at the top, the golden ball and cross shone with a moving light of gold and silver under the bright moon.

The traveler looked over and saw a man singing at the top of the church.

In the blurry night, he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, and he couldn't even completely identify the color of his clothes.

But he recognized the small harp held by the other party, and heard the ethereal sound of the small harp, as well as the clear and distant singing voice of the other party.

Light and distant, it seems to be plucking the string hidden in people's souls.

"The goddess of flowers dwells in the valleys and brooks

She spoke, and a graceful and beautiful oriole fell from her voice:

'O poet who came here, I do not remember your name.

I'm just washing this lily by the stream

It once bloomed on my rose-red skirt, like a bright star in the sunset

Why are you because of this reflection?

Are you going to pursue me so hard?’

So the sensitive poet shed tears, knelt down beside the goddess and begged:

'Beautiful goddess, I am not here for you,

I'm just here to pursue this sunset star.

How beautiful she is and how many souls she attracts!

The poets who drank with Apollo sang to her,

It is said that she is the beautiful shadow of Venus in the world.

The drunken fanatic shed tears for her,

I feel like she is the hottest drop of God’s blood.

Unless, you have the same love and pity as me

Otherwise you will never know the depth of this love.

I would like to dedicate myself to her

Even if the price in exchange will be endless happiness,

The joy of the future will be several times more intense than now,

But who has ever had such a strong love!

…

Then the goddess sighed and handed the poet a rose-red lily:

‘Go away, you poor thing.

This flower doesn't belong to me

Take all the poets who love her and take her away.

I give my name to this flower loved by art

From then on, she had the name of a god:
Chapter completed!