"...I don't understand what you mean, Major General Leon." Damon frowned deeply as he looked at Leon before him, his heart full of suspicion.
Killing intent?
Where had that killing intent come from?
Though he knew nothing about music, he could tell from the rhythm of John's performance that this was supposed to be a very cheerful piece.
How had it become a song brimming with murderous intent toward the Morning Star Clan in Leon's mouth?
Was this Major General Leon fooling him?
"I see you really don't understand anything at all."
Leon chuckled and shook his head. Then, listening to the impassioned music by his ear, he could not help closing his eyes in intoxication and listening carefully, though he did not stop explaining:
"Sir Damon, didn't you notice that John Maslow is playing this piece on a morin khuur? And as for the morin khuur, Major General Damon, you should be quite familiar with it."
"In your history and culture, the morin khuur does indeed represent the Centaurs' yearning for freedom. But that also depends on who is playing it."
"A instrument symbolizing Centaur freedom is now firmly held in the hands of John Maslow, your enemy. Doesn't that mean he intends to strangle your freedom?"
"!"
Damon was instantly startled upon hearing this and was just about to say something when, at that moment, the originally melodious tune suddenly changed.
"Tap, tap!"
"!"
As he listened to the abruptly altered music in the air, and the clopping sounds produced through a special playing technique, like hooves striking the ground—
The look of intoxication on Leon's face froze instantly, replaced by solemnity.
His eyes locked onto the distant figure concealed by the night.
If the earlier style of the music had depicted the majestic scene of galloping steeds,