God said:
"Divided into three times, show me your talents. Then, give the petals to the most talented companion. The lucky one with the most petals is the winner among you. This will be an interesting banquet game. Please be honest Faced with the result of the competition, give this
some petals. Otherwise, the flowers and butterflies will punish you. If all your talents are mediocre, then I have the right to refuse everyone's request. 「
In other words, if God is not satisfied with the final result, even if someone gets the most petals, no one will be favored by the retinue of the Butterfly God.
This god talked about the "punishment" of dishonesty. Somehow, Shade thought of the scene of everyone being swallowed up by a swarm of insects. The God of Butterflies did not sound like an evil god, but Shade always felt that this god was not. It is truly as pure and innocent as the delicate flowers and flying butterflies.
"So, how do you show off your talents and enjoy this feast of the earth?"
Shade ignored those messy thoughts for the time being and asked again. He thought this time he would be tasting delicious food and wine again, or collecting betrothal gifts. Quests such as collecting sacrifices.
"The butterflies that I care about like the songs of mortals. Since this is a banquet that mortals have invited me to, here, for the flowers, butterflies and the feast, I will sing those beautiful songs."
The god replied, his voice so sweet and melodious. The three of them, with their heads lowered, observed each other's expressions, trying to see what they thought about this. Of course, Mr. Fred Lyman is still cautious about daring to look into the eyes of the Demon Man.
"God, you don't want to win the favor of your relatives, you just want to help those mortals."
Shade spoke again. What I want to make clear is that I am participating in the so-called "competition".
"He cannot participate in this competition at the festival, but if he is participating in a banquet, please get up and leave."
The saint still smiled and said, "It doesn't mean that Yang Lan's victory cannot be counted, but I must participate in the festival activities, otherwise God will allow me to sit outside."
And Shade was very sure that once he left the table, the tree father would immediately start my adventure. The tree father asked me to participate in the stories of the past, and to watch the stories of the past.
"But you can sing."
The people in Lixiang thought rather troubledly in their hearts.
Of course, Shade couldn't just care about his singing voice and sing a song carefully. After all, I also want to win. The task of the tree father is to help the others complete the ceremony. But the problem is that the gods just said that the results must be satisfactory, so there will be no Ying family in this festival.
That means that Yang Lan must perform at his best, otherwise it will drag down others:
"So, your mission before going back that time was to learn singing?"
That's the same as before.
I thought to myself that half an hour has not come to an end yet. After confirming what needed to be done that time, Shade had to leave. I just hope that in the next two tasks, there will be no dancing.
"God, may I allow you to leave the table temporarily? You will come back soon."
I said to the saint across the round table, and the butterfly god smiled and nodded. The other eight people looked at me in surprise, understanding what Shade meant.
"You can't leave there temporarily without being given a way. Of course, you can only leave there temporarily. I would like to ask, do they have nothing else that they need you to bring?"
Xia De raised his voice and asked his companions:
"Since it's a banquet, you think the rest of you will be short of food and water, so I'll ask you for something else. Although you can still tell them who you are, but you really want to help them, you can only bring Come for special items."
"Sir, if you can't, please bring you an external piano. You are very good at playing and singing."
Mr. Fred Lyman said first.
Olly Peiwai Xiunan of the Church of the Sun also understood that even though he knew that Shade could leave temporarily, since it was confirmed that he was a competitor, there was no need to worry too much;
"Sir, if it's convenient, please bring you the Song of Little Earth."
Shade heard Iluna talk about that. It was one of the religious classics of the Church of the Sun, and it was a collection of long poems in the form of biographies. This book is as thick as a big Mia. Even the most devout cultivator would have a hard time reciting it in pieces.
"So, Sister Bretchet, what does he need?"
Shade asked the middle-aged demon man again, and the former looked at me slightly suspiciously:
"It must be convenient. Please bring you leaves and grass. Some fresh leaves. It doesn't matter any kind, but it must be fresh."
Na Gu's request was not strange. Although the appearance of the gods caused flowers and green grass to appear in the desolate and hot insect cave, there were no trees.
"has a problem."
Shade nodded, those requests have been fulfilled.
"And in return, you will tell him the [Ritual: Calling the God of Butterflies]."
The demon man then said again, and Shade immediately thanked him. Although the existence of the old gods has not disappeared in the Eighth Age, the god-summoning ritual itself still has extremely low mystical value.
As white mist appeared around me, Yang Lan knew that her time was up. I stood up respectfully and said goodbye to the gods. After the white mist took me away, I took the initiative to turn around and walk into the depths of the white mist.
The warm yellow skylight illuminated the huge round wooden table, and the sound of squirming insects resonated with the sound of butterflies flapping their wings, creating an even weirder sound. It seems that with Shade's departure, the temperature outside has become a little higher, and the demon Maggie Bly
Sister Chet asked God in a serious voice: "God, now"
"Waiting for my return, they have enjoyed the feast of food and wine. Of course, after this, they can't think about what kind of song they want to dedicate to you. "
The saint sat under the chair, his hand wearing a grass ring tapping the table without mercy, and his eyes looked towards the place where Shade disappeared. Colorful light surrounds the god. The robe seems to be outside, but it also seems to be outside.
[Da Mia is running...]
"Oh! You've never hated bugs so much!"
Shade rushed out of his side bed, immediately took off his underwear, and then rushed out of the bathroom. When the cat standing under the dining table curiously stretched his head to look at the source of the sound, there was no sound of water pouring outside the bathroom.
"What's wrong with me?"
The writer sister wearing an apron looked back at the cat under the table, and then she was surprised to see the cat and shook her head.
"Does he understand what you say?"
Mia raised her hind paws and rubbed her neck, her silly look made Rosie believe in her own judgment.
At the breakfast table seventy minutes ago, Young Rosie was curious about what Shade had experienced that time, but for your sake, Shade did not describe the bugs in detail, but simply told his own experience clearly. Of course, it was the experience after the god-summoning ceremony.
"Speaking of which, does he know the old god [God of Butterflies]?"
Shade had changed into new clothes, and his hair was still wet. I asked while stroking the cat. Shade’s understanding of that god was limited to knowing that he had not left in the seventh era.
The number of old gods is very small, and it is best for mortals to know too little about the gods. Therefore, a small number of ring magicians will only take the initiative to read these ancient gods when they encounter things that have nothing to do with the old gods. knowledge. The college will also take the initiative to open up that part of the content.
"Of course I know. That god often appears in the fairy tales of the Seventh Age."
The writer sister said it very familiarly. Seeing Xia De looking at you curiously, she explained carefully:
"Did he meet that god that time?"
Shade nodded cautiously, and Young Rosie said without any worry:
"He should be more careful. The giver is the good god that you usually think of. Yes, the butterfly god is not an evil god. He is just an ordinary lover as the story says. Sorry. , you want to have an early morning
Such nonsense. However, you cannot recommend some stories to him. The descriptions of that god in these stories are basically correct. 「
Of course, there are only two types of gods: "very friendly to humans" and "quite friendly to humans", but for Shade, as long as he is a pure evil god like [Vampire Duke Loel], I will go ahead. Then he told the names of the eight companions from that time,
But Rosie has never heard of us.
While Rosie was peeling the smoking eggs, Shade's thoughts suddenly wandered to a certain morning, when I shook my head and thought of the most critical question:
"Is he good at singing? You need to dedicate a song to the gods during your last adventure."
"That's really a great honor. To sing for the gods, you heard him mention that he is good at singing, so you have to look forward to it. He can make himself good at singing in a week."
Young Rosie said with a smile, peeling off the brown inner shell under the egg very carelessly. Naturally, she also carefully tore off the thin keratin membrane between the brown inner shell and the white tender egg.
"You are proficient in the elements of enlightenment. Enlightenment includes not only fairy tales, but also poems, songs, etc. You have heard very few in the course. Methods that cannot allow ring magicians to master a certain technology in a short time have been given to him. Dedicate a song, do you want it or not?
It is better to master it permanently. You will tell Lesia and you discuss it and choose a thaumaturgy for him. He cannot go to the library to redeem it. I misremembered, but he was in the library. Can he still get thaumaturgy for free? 「
The singing problem has been solved for the time being, but Shade still needs to decide what song he wants to sing. and "spring"
"Flowers"
There are not many songs about "Butterfly", whether in that world or in my hometown.
"Ah~ open your mouth~"
The writer sister said softly, and then put the peeled egg to Shade's mouth. Yang Lan took a hard bite. The soft and warm eggs were indeed suitable for breakfast.
But somehow, young Rosie didn't blush when she saw that scene.
"Wait, he will also know"
Xia De suddenly understood.
"Later, Luvia mentioned it to you when we went shopping for clothes."
The blonde girl said generously, looking up at herself:
"What a coward. Only this manservant can do such a thing."
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