Black Sail

Su Yizhana pondered for a moment and answered earnestly.

Liszt was about to explode! Private Fafna! The information was completely wrong, hey!

Mulong has quite a bit of snow, baking, such ordinary hobbies are hard to tackle.

A different approach needs to be taken in questioning.

"What I want to ask is not this, but rather a kind of pursuit, an endeavor you are willing to dedicate everything to, in order to achieve a certain accomplishment."

To avoid misunderstanding, Liszt specifically added the words "pursuit."

"If I have to say, I quite admire the poetry collections of the writers west of the Narrow Sea..."

Su Yizhana didn't say it out loud, but she held a deep interest in some deceased authors.

"Oh? Sounds like you have some insights?"

Liszt wanted to gradually unlock Su Mei's heart; her willingness to speak indicated her mood was good, and getting her to laugh was such, so he had to keep the momentum going.

"The Narrow Sea splits the Western Continent in two, and from each other's perspective, there's always a bit... of peculiarity, you could say. Perhaps it's closer geographically to the Ancient Divine Continent over there, and their style often inserts many bizarre and fantastical visions, presenting an elusive, reality-distorting style, wrapped in a layer of the bizarre, as if it's... dream counter-training."

Su Yizhana finally started to complain after all this time.

This time, the complaint carried significant weight.

Everyone in the Black Sail core was forcing themselves to keep a straight face, sweating profusely, while Su Yizhana couldn't hold it together, but for sixteen billion Golden Dragons, they had to keep straight faces!

Each person put on a tactical black face, continuing serious training.

Su Yizhana saw her sharp comments had no effect on this group, really entering a sick zone, as expected from desperadoes, their psychological defenses were exaggeratedly strong.

"Overall, I quite like it."

Su Yizhana really couldn't stand being called Su Mei; indeed, as Fafna said, you could have fun with it all day, but no need to make it so weird.

"Why poetry and not other literary forms?"

Feeling relieved, Liszt thought, Private Fafna finally didn't ruin the final boss showdown scene, the library disaster; your IQ must be at least one hundred sixty.

"In university, you'd discover that professors in the linguistic department of so-called Cyrus are not being underrated; their achievements are still higher than the majority. But eventually, you'd see that the breadth of knowledge isn't the key factor in creation; the most crucial point lies in talent or some irreplicable special experiences. For those residing in the ivory tower, the beauty in their creations isn't absent but somewhat pale, lacking decisive... strength, one could say. In scripts and novels, the lack of formal training might be exposed, but not in poetry, where that strength can be most intuitively felt. Poets west of the Narrow Sea make you curious about their experiences, allowing them to create such works."

On personal interests, Su Yizhana had more to say.

Fen's eyelid twitched; Su Yizhana didn't understand the prestige of Pedan National professors at all. Though those guys were worse than himself, they had some tricks up their sleeves. But for sixteen billion Golden Dragons, he didn't immediately jab back, keeping the tactical black face.

"Is that so? I happened to have some stuff; when bored at sea, I thought of some myself, but I'm illiterate, recognizing few characters and unable to write. For various reasons, I've never shown it; you seem to understand. Could you help me take a look? But you must promise not to laugh."

Liszt's strategy formally unfolded, Inception began; he needed to plant hints in the first layer of dreams, eventually fully engaging in the third layer of dreams.

Rein flying back two meters, damn, you're using this move again, huh? Classic illiterate pretending, playing dumb to fool, acting for what?

"You..."

Su Yizhana was somewhat shocked, a half-smiling face; this guy, is he the big boss of the mob with hearing issues? Or from the East Sea...

"I promise I won't laugh."

Su Yizhana said seriously.

Rein just felt his worldview shattered; five years ago Dreya said he could play the piano, this kind of Golden Eight Heavenly Country Sea Corner forbidding zone master playing the piano was already terrifying, damn, he could even write poems? Must be doggerel!

Fen found it normal; he knew Liszt, Mo Yutong, these folks weren't from the Western Continent, not even the Far East, definitely stolen from somewhere.

Liszt now had to plant the "day and night" hint.

Since Liszt wasn't a native of the Western Continent, with disadvantages in the mother tongue, high-context communication couldn't be directly translated; better to use modern poetry, translated without much discrepancy.

Start with some relatively basic ones, primarily fitting today's subject.

"If time and space, as philosophers say, are actually non-existent things.

The enduring sun is no greater than us.

Then lover, why do we crave to live up to a century.

Like the butterfly living just a day still...

Also experiences eternity."

After speaking.

Rein and Shadi Morrison just felt the meaning unclear, but it sounded cool, like a poem but not quite so cool.

Su Yizhana just leaned back tactically, not showing much shock, just finding it somewhat curious.

Music is intuitive, hence it is a lethal tool for competitive situations.

Whereas this kind of thing isn't intuitive enough, only effective for experts in special settings; music is like a chainsaw, indiscriminately destructive but somewhat bulky, while poetry is a precise scalpel, specialized in slaying agile adversaries.