The Whispering Verses Chapter 1179: The feast of butterflies
Chapter 1179 The Feast of Butterflies
"Okay, Sister Perry, I understand, then"
Shad looked at Mr. Fred Lyman again, who explained before he asked:
"I gave a witch the ancient book collected by my family, and she agreed to guide me here."
"Yes, I've heard about this too, but I didn't expect his destination to be here."
Ms. Maggie Bletchett, a middle-aged witch, said that Mr. Lyman thanked her very carefully and softly, but the witch did not pay any attention to the man.
"Then let me change the question. Both ladies came here to seek strength. What about you, sir, why did you come here?
Shad spoke again, and Mr. Lyman hesitated before answering:
"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 is not companions with elf blood like this nun here. When I grow up, I have always wanted to I want to marry a girl with animal characteristics as my wife. But you also know that I am a human male. There are no girls in heterogeneous races who have awakened to become witches. They also have the power of racial inheritance more or less, so they rarely marry me. Kind people love each other."
He was quite embarrassed:
"I came from a privileged background. Although I was not ranked high, I am indeed the heir to a small kingdom. People always have something to pursue. Although this sounds ridiculous, I have always wanted to realize my dream, so I just wanted to come here to try my luck. This gun was lent to me by my distant aunt, a real great witch."
It sounds like Professor Manning probably has a lot to talk about with this gentleman. However, Shade really didn't realize that the middle-aged nun actually had elf blood. The half-elves he has seen, such as Miss Olanode and Professor Garcia, can at least tell the characteristics from their ears. Presumably the middle-aged nun's bloodline is not outstanding.
Shad is not a correspondence student from the School of Political Science and Economics, and his understanding of foreign races is limited to the knowledge given by the tree father and the slight information in the witch's reverberation.
After confirming that the three companions this time were all normal people, not incarnations of gods or fissioned souls of an individual, Shade safely assisted them in the god-summoning ceremony.
In fact, they had already begun preparations before Shade arrived, and the tree father placed Shade at this point in time, obviously wanting him 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 complex **** summoning ceremony became much simpler. Powerful magical items eliminate the need to draw a matrix or use those expensive and rare ritual symbols "leaves", "flowers" and "grass".
Middle-aged witch Miss Maggie Blechette prepared more than a dozen figurines from the ruins of the Fourth Age and placed them on empty chairs; Sister Olly Perry of the Church of the Sun , brought the original copy of the poem "The Song of the Butterfly" that once recorded the story of the old god's banquet, and prepared to recite it for a while; and Mr. Fred Lyman, an ordinary person, he did not have those magical items, but he brought [Butterfly] God]'s holy symbol and small statue were placed respectfully on the table.
[The God of Butterflies] is not a very famous god. Most of its believers are not humans, but non-human races. Therefore, Mr. Fred Lyman is quite well prepared.
As for the fact that the three of them each prepared different items, but they all happened to meet the requirements of the God-Calling Ceremony, this was not a hidden secret. Shade specifically asked. In fact, each person's individual preparation is enough to complete the ceremony, but with three people together, the probability of the ceremony's success will be greater.
After simple preparations, Sister Perry has unfolded the long poem and recited the first stanza:
"Grown since the New Year,
Growing up since midsummer,
Since the decline of the Golden Autumn,
Buried since the cold winter.
A banquet with leaves of grass scattered on the earth,
A group of butterflies are flying in the beautiful spring breeze.
Morning dew makes fine wine,
The birds are singing,
The grass is dancing,
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 earth,
May your banquet go well. ”
In the sound of the nuns of the Sun God solemnly reciting poetry, grass and flowers emerged from the originally bare soil at the bottom of the cave, like a green carpet covering the ground. Twigs, green buds and morning glories protrude from the caves around the cliff, intertwined with each other, and studded with fruits and flowers.
The skylight falling above the cave could originally only illuminate the huge round table and the surrounding area, but at this time, all the branches, leaves and flowers that were crawling and growing spontaneously emitted soft pink, white and green light. The bare underground cave was being decorated, and the miraculous elements were also coming from all directions in an unprecedented form. The huge round wooden table in front of everyone began to emit a dazzling golden light.
And in that light, wooden wine glasses, spoons, bowls and plates fell from the sky one after another. Fragrant wine, sparkling fruits, and tempting meat and vegetarian meals were gradually piled on the round wooden table. superior.
The original white sky light gradually transformed into a soft warm yellow light, covering the huge round table and the four people around the round table. The light was unusually warm and bright. From an unknown high altitude, crisp birdsong came, and then in the strange sound, a swarm of butterflies like a waterfall flew out of the cliff cave with branches and leaves, and fell to the bottom of the cave.
Those butterflies obscured everyone's sight, but Shade was keenly aware at this moment that some kind of indescribably powerful existence really appeared slowly at the other end of the round table.
As the butterflies spread out from around the round table and evenly dotted the grass, flowers, branches and vines, the originally bare banquet venue now held the richest feast.
Shad was glad that this banquet did not start with the sound of "ding~" metal knocking, otherwise he would probably jump up.
God has arrived, and the appearance of God has swept away the stench in the air, and the fresh fragrance of flowers and plants is blowing towards your face. But Shade noticed that as the buds and branches protruded from the cliff openings, dense and terrifying swarms of insects also clung to the plants and left the narrow corridors.
So, although it currently looks like a banquet venue deep in an underground cavern, dotted with flowers, green grass and high vines, in fact, disgusting bugs are hidden in every beautiful scene here.
The warm yellow sky light made it impossible for eyes that had adapted to the darkness to fully open at the first time. When Shade, who was the first to adapt to the light, looked up and looked across the huge round table, he saw the man wearing rose red and black long trousers. The lady in short skirt was already sitting at the main seat of the banquet round table.
The long light brown hair hangs naturally behind the back, but if you look closely, you can see that the hair at the forehead is parted, and a 5 cm wide section of hair is taken from the temple to the ear, and divided into three 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 right hand. The rosy lips are like the most beautiful rose in the new year, and the quiet cheeks are like the most elegant magnolia.
Dream-like colorful light spots dance around the god. Every time he blinks, the god's body will undergo another change. This is not the true form of the old **** [Thousand-Eyed Fantasy Butterfly], but a **** 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 penetrated Shade's right eye at this moment, and then the crack spread inch by inch to the whole body, until even the hem of his clothes showed a golden glow.
Because he is only a saint and not his true form, Shade dares to face him directly, but others dare not raise their heads at all. At this moment, unknown melodious music sounded from high in the sky, and the tremendous mental pressure that followed almost made Miss Maggie Blechette, Sister Perry and Mr. Lyman almost vomit blood. The music seemed to be able to shake the heart, and the countless light spots floating in the surrounding air made it seem like falling into a boundless dream just by looking at it.
Out of the corner of her eye, the witch saw the abnormality on Shade's body, and also noticed the way Shade raised his head. But before the suspicious witch could ask, Shade put one hand on the edge of the round table and asked the god:
"Guardian of thousands of butterflies, how can these mortals get your permission to win the favor of your most loyal relatives?"
Every time you use a new time key for the first time, time is the most pressing. After all, you have to spend time understanding the background of the adventure and the situation of your companions. Time is running out at this time, and Shade needs to seize some time.
The other three people at the table were silent and listened quietly as Shade finished asking the question.
The gods at the round table looked at them with a smile, the butterflies flying in the sky looked at them, and the dense swarm of insects also looked at them:
"My sister Qieya came here and called me to hold this earthly banquet, which is not grand but very interesting. Since it is a banquet, please enjoy it with me and the butterflies. May you You can be enchanted by the dream of the earth."
Xia De didn’t quite understand what this meant, but he could basically conclude that the God of Butterflies was indeed related to the ancient **** [Mother Goddess of the Earth].
The melodious music in his ears was changing its tune, and Mr. Lyman, who was the weakest in health, was already covering his heart and humming. After a slight pause, it was as beautiful as a dream, with butterfly wings behind it, and the **** with thousands of eyes on the wings smiled and said:
"Please attend this banquet and show each of you to the butterflies. No, it is not your belongings. The wealth of mortals will eventually turn into dust. No, it is not your power. What the butterflies admire is not stupid. Strength."
The saint chanted like a song, and as the gentle wind blew in the deep underground cave, the petals fell downwards. Small gradient pink petals fell into everyone's hands, and each person had three petals.