BXBX NOVEL Chapter 109 A Music with Concept
Chapter 109 A Music with Concept
VROOM! The motorbike went out of the garage. The garage door automatically closes.
Edgar's house is located in a subdivision developed by a top real estate company. The company has guilds under its command.
Along the road near the entrance or exit of the subdivision, there are trees that look like cherry blossoms. They are not flowers, but pink leaves. They are trees that can be located in a particular restricted area of the Philippines.
The real estate company worked with magicians under its command to develop the trees and transplant them onto properties that they developed.
Edgar drives out of the subdivision.
After driving for a while, he is already near a famous park in Manila. He is driving in four lanes. Building roads became a lot cheaper because of magic, so skyways and more roads were built in Manila and many other cities.
As he is driving, he is thinking of one of his to-do lists.
"It is nearly the annual event in Italy. I already scheduled when I can apply for my visa. I should be able to spread aura and magic cultivation before I go there. I will personally witness the power of an eight-circle that inherited the power of go-" His train of thought was cut off when he heard a sound.
TNNG! TNNNG! TNNG! A beautiful sound of zither spread in the air. Ordinary humans can faintly hear it around Edgar, but he is different. His senses are strong.
"This-" Edgar is shocked. Ordinary humans can only feel peace and joy when they listen to the music played by the zither, but he can see more.
There is a simple and warm house. It is surrounded by small, white wooden walls. In the garden, there are flowers with small bees and butterflies. Under a small banyan tree, a blanket lay on the grass. A girl is playing zither. A middle-aged man and woman are happily listening to the girl.
Flute said that when a musician has developed their own concept, their music can build a world. That world is the heart of the musician. When Flute developed his concept, in the world of illusion that he developed, he was playing zither in a gazebo while his mother was quietly listening with a smile. His mother is the one that gifted him a zither, the one that supported him all the way along his chosen path. When she died,no one else was supporting him anymore, but playing a zither helped him go on as he felt his mother's presence and support every time he strummed the string of the zither.
LIFE DETECTION
An invisible shockwave spread from Edgar.
In the park, a girl is playing zither, surrounded by many people.
"She is just an ordinary human! There is no trace of aura or magic at all! That girl is a prodigy! Flute, I found your Legatee!" Edgar smiles as he thinks of this. There is no magic equipment on the girl's body that hides her energy. She really is just ordinary.
Edgar's face suddenly changed. Not too far from him, a single motorcycle came out of a corner and went to the other lanes near the park. The mother in the back seat is holding a baby. She is distracted by the music, and her grip on the baby is getting weaker.
VROOM! Edgar accelerated and overtook many vehicles.
The mother is completely distracted by the music. The father drives in the other lane. The baby fell to the left side of the motorcycle.
The mother reacted. Her face turned pale.
"Nooo!" cried the desperate mother.
VROOM! Edgar is rapidly driving in the left lane, beside the lane where the motorcycle drove.
The left side of the motorbike is lowered to the left. Edgar's knee almost reached the cement road. His left arm stretched to the side.
Flop! His left arm caught the baby. He hugs the baby to his body while he skillfully manipulated the brake, gear, and clutch. He put his weight to the right, then suddenly pressed the brake hard and raised the front wheel of the motorbike, then he rotated the back wheel to the left. The motorbike stands on one wheel. On the right side of the motorbike, which Edgar avoided, is a sinkhole being repaired.
The baby feels happy and giggles.
Edgar smiles at the giggling baby.
"Do you enjoy thrills and excitement? You will probably be adventurous when you grow up," said Edgar to the baby.
The front wheel drops and hits the cement road.
The parents of the baby look anxious. They park their motorcycle and frantically walk toward Edgar.
Edgar gave the baby to the mother.
"Thank you! Thank you very much! I thought we were going to lose him. I will never forgive myself if that happens," said the mother with watery eyes as she hugs her baby.
"Sir, how can we thank you?" asked the father of the baby.
"Just be very careful next time. Use a strap to make sure that the baby will not fall," said Edgar.
The parents nod and repeatedly thank Edgar. The father drove the motorcycle. The music is still playing, but the mother is no longer listening as she pays more attention to her baby.
A red sports car with an open top stop beside Edgar on the highway. A woman with long blond hair and sunglasses is in the driver's seat. She lowers her sunglasses and looks at Edgar with a smile.
"That was cool. Hmm, you are just ordinary, but you look acceptable." The blond woman took a calling card. She left a kiss mark on the calling card.
Woosh! She blew the calling card toward Edgar. A heart-shaped wind moves toward Edgar with the calling card.
"Call me," said the blond woman with a wink, then she drove her sports car.
Edgar just smiles at the temptation of the blond woman. He took the card as she might do some trouble if she saw him throwing it away. Many hyperbeings have high self-esteem. What he did will not catch the attention of the media because many people are now capable of doing it even if they are not hyperbeing. There is even more amazing news than what he did, like a water magician who single-handedly saved a burning building. His heroic deed is so pale compared to the deeds being done by the hyperbeings.
Edgar drove his motorbike to the park.
After parking the motorbike, he walks toward the source of the music.
He will meet the first legatee of the Legacy of Aurora World.
The legatee who will carry on the legacy of Flute.