"Okay, Sister Perry, I understand, then." Shade looked at Mr. Fred Lyman again, who explained before he asked: "I gave the family collection to a witch. She agreed to guide me here because of the ancient book."
"Yes, I have heard about it, but I didn't expect his destination to be here." The middle-aged witch Ms. Maggie Bletchett said. Mr. Lyman thanked her carefully and softly, but the witch Didn't pay any attention to this man m" Let me change the question. Both ladies came here to seek strength.
And what about you, sir, why on earth have you come here?
Shade spoke again, and Mr. Lyman hesitated before answering the question: "Actually, I was born in the Eastern Continent. I have always liked playing with friends of different races since I was a child. No, it's not like this nun here has elves. Even though I have the same bloodline, when I grow up, I have always wanted to marry a girl with animal characteristics as my wife. But as you know, I am a human male. Girls from different races who have not awakened to become witches have more or less races. The power of inheritance, so it is rare to fall in love with someone like me." He was quite embarrassed: "I come from a privileged background, and although my rank is not high, I am indeed the heir to a small kingdom.
People always have something to pursue. Although it sounds ridiculous, I have always wanted to realize my dream, so I wanted to come here to try my luck. That fire blunderbuss is your distant aunt, a real little devil. That's not what the man lent you. It sounds like Professor Manning will probably have a lot of topics to talk to that gentleman.
Yes, Shade really saw that this middle-aged cultivator did not have elf blood.
The characteristics of the half-elves I have seen, such as Sister Olanode and Professor Garcia, can be seen at most from their ears. Presumably the middle-aged nun's bloodline is not outstanding.
Shade was not a correspondence student at the School of Political Science and Economics, and his understanding of foreign races was limited to the knowledge given by the tree father and the slight information in the demon man's reverberation.
Before confirming that the Bagu companions that time were all living beings, the incarnation of gods, and the fissioned soul of an individual, Shade anxiously assisted us in retreating from the summoning ritual.
In fact, after Shade arrived, we had not finished preparations, and the tree father placed Shade at that point in time, obviously wanting me to participate in the ceremony.
Due to the site conditions of the "Worm Cave" itself and the existence of the round wooden table where the gods once held banquets, the originally unconventional god summoning ceremony became much simpler.
Weak magical items cannot be used in rituals. The formation must be drawn, and these expensive and common ritual symbols "leaf" must be used.
"Flower" and "Fruit" m, the middle-aged magician Sister Maggie Bratchett, prepared a dozen large statues from the ruins of the Seventh Age and placed them under the empty chairs; the Church of the Sun Mr. Leigh Payne brought the original copy of the poem "Song of the Butterflies" that once described the story of the old gods' banquet, and prepared to recite it for a while; and Mr. Fred Lyman, a special person, did not have these magical items. But I brought the holy emblem and the statue of the [God of Butterflies] and placed them respectfully under the table.
[The God of Butterflies] is not a very unknown god. Its believer, Xiao Shao, is a human being, but a non-human race. Therefore, Mr. Fred Lyman is quite well prepared. As for the eight people who each prepared the same The items happened to meet the requirements of the God-Calling Ceremony, which was not a hidden secret.
Shade specifically asked. In fact, everyone's single preparation is enough to complete the ceremony, but with eight people together, the probability of the ceremony's success will become smaller.
Before the complicated preparations were over, Pei Waixiu Nan had not yet unfolded the long scroll of poetry and recited the last stanza: "Beginning in the New Year, growing in the midsummer, declining in the golden autumn, and buried in the cold winter."
The leaves of grass are scattered in the small land, and the butterflies are flying in the beautiful spring breeze.
The morning dew turns into fine wine, the birds sing, the grass dances, and the flowers weave poems.
Praise to the owner of thousands of butterflies, you are the protector of butterflies, you are the patron saint of the fertile land, I hope your banquet will go well. "
In the sound of the Sun God's monk solemnly reciting poetry, grass and flowers sprouted out of the originally bare soil at the bottom of the cave, like a green carpet on the ground.
Twigs, green buds and morning glories protrude from the caves on the seven sides of the cliff, interconnecting with each other and covered with fruits and flowers.
The skylight falling below the cave could originally only illuminate the small round table and the surrounding area, but at this time, the squirming branches, leaves and flowers were all spontaneously emitting bright pink, white and green light.
The bare underground cave was being decorated, and the miraculous elements were also at this time. Forms that had never been seen before were coming from all directions. The huge round wooden table behind everyone was emitting a dazzling golden light.
And outside this light, wooden wine glasses, spoons, bowls and plates fell from the sky. Fragrant wine, sparkling fruits, and tempting meat and vegetarian meals were gradually piled under the round wooden table.
The original white sky light gradually transformed into a harsh warm yellow light, covering the small round table and the seven people around the round table. The normal coolness and brightness of this light was naturally known as the crisp bird song in the low altitude. , followed by a strange sound, like a waterfall, a special group of butterflies flew out of the cliff cave with branches and leaves extending out, and fell to the bottom of the cave.
These butterflies blocked everyone's sight, but Shade was keenly aware at this moment that some kind of indescribable and weak existence really appeared at the other end of the round table.
And as the butterflies spread out from around the round table, evenly dotted under the grass, flowers, branches and vines, the originally bare banquet venue was already filled with the richest feast.
Xiang Zhen was very glad that the banquet was held with the theme of "ding"
"The sound of metal tapping started, otherwise I would probably jump up.
The god has arrived, and the appearance of the god has swept away the stench in the air, and the fresh fragrance of flowers and plants has hit your face.
But Shade noticed that as these buds and branches protruded from the cliff holes, dense and terrifying swarms of insects also clung to the plants and left these narrow corridors.
Therefore, although looking back, there is a banquet venue deep in the underground cave, decorated with flowers, green grass and low vines, but in fact, every beautiful scene outside is hiding disgusting bugs. Warm yellow The skylight made it impossible for eyes that had adapted to the white darkness to fully open immediately. When Shade, who was the first to adapt to the light, raised his head and looked across from the huge round table, he saw the woman wearing a rose and white dress. The gentleman has not yet sat at the head seat of the banquet round table.
The long light brown hair naturally hangs down in front of her body, but it can be seen that the hair at the corner of the back of the forehead is separated, and a 5 cm narrow section of hair is taken from the temple to the ear, and divided into eight strands and braided into slender overlapping braids hanging on the long side. Hair sideways.
Wearing a garland of flowers on the head, and a ring woven with green buds on the index finger of the left hand.
The rosy lips are like the most beautiful rose in the New Year, and the quiet cheeks are like the most elegant magnolia.
Dreamlike colorful spots of light dance around the god, and every time he blinks, the god's body will undergo another change.
That is the true body of the old god [Thousand-Eyed Fantasy Butterfly], but a god who appears in the form of a saint in the material world using one of the thousands of butterflies just now as the carrier of divine descent.
The golden crack had not penetrated Shade's left eye at this moment. Then the crack spread inch by inch towards the whole body, until even the hem of his clothes showed a golden glow. Because it was only a saint but the true body, Therefore, Xia De dared to face it directly, but the others dared not raise their heads at all.
At this moment, the famous melodious music sounded from low in the sky, and the great mental pressure that came with it even made Sister Maggie Blechette, Mr. Pei Wai Nan and Mr. Lyman almost vomit blood.
This music seems to be able to shake the heart, and the countless light spots floating in the surrounding air make you feel like you are falling into this boundless dream just by looking at it.
From the corner of his eye, the demon man saw the normal phenomenon under Sha De's body, and also noticed the way Sha De raised his head.
But while waiting for the startled demon man to ask, Shade put one hand under the edge of the round table and asked the god: "Guardian of thousands of butterflies, how should those mortals get your Allow me to gain the favor of your most loyal family members?"
Every time you use a new time key for the first time, it is the easiest time. After all, you have to take the time to understand the background of the adventure and the situation of your companions.
There is still no time left at this time, and Shade needs to seize some time.
The other eight people at the table were all silent, listening quietly as Xiang Zhen finished asking the question.
The gods at the round table looked at us with a smile, the butterflies flying in the sky looked at us, and the dense swarm of insects also looked at us: "They found a way to come outside and called you to hold the meeting. Although it was not a grand meeting, But it's very boring; a banquet in Xiaodi.
Since it is a banquet, please enjoy it with you and the butterflies. I hope they can be intoxicated in the dream of the small earth. "
Shade doesn't quite understand what that means, but I can basically conclude that the God of Butterflies has nothing to do with the Ancient God [Little Earth Mother Goddess].
The melodious music in his ears was changing its tune, and Mr. Lyman, who was in the strongest condition, started to hum while still covering his heart.
Before a slight pause, it was as ugly as a dream, as if there were no butterfly wings on its back, and the god without thousands of eyes under the wings smiled and said: "Please come to that banquet and show each other to the butterflies."
Yes, yes, it is the rest of our possessions, and the wealth of mortals will eventually turn into dust.
Yes, it is also their power. The butterfly is not rewarded by stupid power. "
The saint chanted like a song, and as the harsh wind blew in the deep underground cave, the petals fell upwards.
Large and delicate pink petals are in everyone's hands, and each person has eight petals.
