The Whispering Verses Chapter 1220: God’s Creation-Butterfly Calling Flute
Chapter 1220 God’s Creation-Butterfly Summoning Flute
"I"
Shad wants to correct it, but the gift given by the Butterfly God does not depend on what Shad wants, but what he wants to give:
"Then go look for it. It is a very interesting gift. Although it is not powerful enough, it is definitely interesting. The gift is stored in the city you just talked about. You don't have to search all over the world for hints."
The tone was full of meaning not to allow Sha De to refute, so Sha De could only nod:
"Thank you for your generosity, I will cherish your gift."
His mission in the Randall Valley, in addition to the "Five Stories of the Randall Valley", "Three God-Calling Ceremonies", "Searching for the Chosen One" and "Purifying the Crazy Land", also included "Searching for the Butterfly" God’s gift”.
If he had made a list, he would have been lost in its complexity.
After the gods blessed the mortals who presented the songs, some ethereal and joyful songs appeared in the originally silent underground caves, making it more like a real banquet. Therefore, the gods gave the second banquet gift that mortals needed to complete:
"In addition to singing, my relatives also like pure poetry. So, please offer poems that praise me, the earth, and butterflies."
Mr. Lyman smiled. This man who can write his own lyrics is obviously very good at writing poetry. Sister Perry frowned slightly. She was probably not good at writing. The witch maintained a respectful expression, and Ms. Bretchet was clearly quite calm.
"Then, God of Butterflies, please allow me to leave temporarily again."
The time for Shade's adventure has come. Although he spent most of his time listening to music, he still gained a lot of information:
"Next time you come, I will bring you poetry that will satisfy you."
He stood up and bent down to say goodbye, and the butterfly **** smiled and nodded.
Xia De asked his companion again:
"So, do you need me to bring you anything this time?"
Mr. Lyman first shook his head, writing poetry does not require the aid of musical instruments. Sister Perry thought for a while and shook her head. When writing poetry, she could refer to the "Song of the Earth" in her hand, and no additional books were needed.
The middle-aged witch Ms. Bretchet also shook her head:
"Sir, I'm sorry for you, but I don't need help this time. I don't know where you are from, but I have some guesses. If I can get out of here alive, I Will repay you for your help."
"The premise is that you can get rid of the influence of these phantom phosphorus powders and remember what happened here."
Xia De said with a smile and gave some tips.
He bowed to the gods again, then turned and walked towards the thick white mist in front of him that only he could see.
(Little Mia is running.)
"Mr. Hamilton?"
On Monday morning, Fort Midhill unexpectedly had good weather in winter. The headquarters of Cassandra Auction House has opened its doors at this time. The old witch's apprentice, Miss Rita Swift with beautiful flaxen hair, has just been in the lobby on the first floor, directing the workers to move the new piano to the office upstairs. area, and saw Shade hurriedly holding Mia in his arms.
The sorceress feels that she will be in a good mood today:
"Why are you here so early? What's wrong?"
She asked with a smile, and then said hello to the cat on Shade's shoulder. Mia didn't pay attention to her, and was a little dissatisfied that Shade took it out of the house again.
"Good morning, Miss Swift. When I just got up an hour ago, Miss Carina contacted me and said that Mother-in-law Cassandra had something to do with me."
Xia De said. Although the young girl didn't know what the emergency was, she still quickly led Shade to the office area at the top of the auction house.
Although Grandma Cassandra is old, she still gets up early and goes to bed early every day. On a winter morning, she, Grace and Helen were chatting in the study room on the third floor. After Shade entered, the Hongdie girls greeted him happily, while Miss Swift took the initiative to exit.
"It's not me who has trouble with you, it's the teachers who have trouble with you."
The old witch said kindly, then left the study and closed the door. Shade sat down with the help of two girls aged fifteen or sixteen, and then asked:
"What happened? It's your injuries"
He was a little worried.
"No, we are fine. Sir, last night we remembered some things from the past."
Grace, who was wearing a white dress, said, while a shy Helen was pouring tea for Shade:
"We had a dream last night, which was very sudden because we don't have dreams. In short, Helen and I suddenly remembered something, about the old **** [Qianmu] you mentioned last time Phantom Butterfly]. We remembered that I once said that I had left a gift for you."
Xia De's hand shook as he picked up the teacup, but then he felt that this was reasonable and that God knew everything. The memories that Helen and Grace suddenly gained must also be the work of that god:
"What exactly is it?"
he asked.
"There are many memories about that god. It was not that we found him on our own initiative, but that he found us. It happened to be the time when the 22-year reincarnation ended and I could get along with Helen."
Grace touched her sister's head, and the latter smiled happily:
"Yes, it was the believers of that **** who found us, and then held a god-calling ceremony to call the **** to appear. It was very good, he took good care of us, and gave us strength so that we could persevere through those lonely and lonely times. The hard years, otherwise you will probably see us crazy. And the price of giving strength is, let us tell you, that gift was taken away by one of the three mortals who attended the banquet with you, and with He or she is buried together."
From this point of view, the meeting time between the red butterflies and the Butterfly God was after Shade attended the banquet.
"Do you know what the gift is?"
Shad asked, Helen nodded seriously:
"Yes, although my sister and I have never seen it with our own eyes, we have heard other butterflies talk about it.
That is the creation of the gods [Butterfly Summoning Flute]. As long as you carry it with you, any power related to butterflies will be enhanced, including your butterfly illusions and the ability to transform into a flock of butterflies. And if you use it as a disposable item, you can call the butterflies to come when you play the flute. By playing it in a specific way, different butterflies are summoned. The most powerful individual among them - the God's Favorite, is enough to rival a thirteenth-level witch. ”
Helen opened her palms, red butterflies fluttered in her white palms, and the illusion outlined the appearance of a silver flute. After recalling these things, their strength seemed to have returned a lot, but Shade did not notice that the whispering element in them had become stronger, and even the whispering element had declined somewhat.
"Do you know the location of the tomb?"
He suppressed the doubts in his heart and asked, Grace shook her head regretfully:
"We investigated, but we don't know who you attended that god's banquet with."
"Well, this information is very important to me. You guys are really helpful."
Xia De smiled and praised, Helen blushed and said "Hmm". Shade asked again:
"Your body"
"It seems to have improved a lot, but the fate of the red butterfly has not returned. The power of the Butterfly God revived faster than the power of the relic, and now we feel good."
Grace said, biting her lower lip, and asked again:
"Only a small part of the memory about that **** has been revived. Sir, do you really not want to dream with us, touch the deepest part of our souls, and open the door to dust-covered memories?"
This time Shade can guarantee that he did not misunderstand what they meant.
"I will make a request if necessary, but not now."
He gave a reply, Helen's face turned red and she hummed again, not knowing what she was thinking.
Among the three companions Shad met in 4791 of the Fifth Era, the witch Miss Blechet believed in [The Forgotten Old Man], and Sister Perry, who had the title of "Saint Perry", was buried in Randall after her death. River Valley City, Mr. Lyman has not seen any involvement with Randall River Valley City for the time being.
Therefore, Shade planned to investigate "St. Perry Cemetery" first. He was not without clues. In the Sixth Age, the city of Randall Valley still has a street named after the lady, and "St. Perry's Cemetery" is also one of the local legends.
The cat was still entrusted to Dorothy for temporary care. After returning home from Fort Midhill, Shade set off for Randall Valley City. Of course, since it's Monday, he hasn't forgotten this week's gift. What was taken out this week was still an ordinary item. It was a gold goblet inlaid with gems. It looked quite good. Shade planned to use this as a gift the next time he attended someone else's wedding.
This week’s task is to drink a glass of milk for breakfast for five consecutive days in a week. For Shade, this couldn't be easier.
"So, where do you want to start?"
It was snowing lightly in Randall Valley today. Instead of disturbing Luvia who was working, Shade found the local witch Miss Bernice at the Wilde Opera House. The transaction contract for the Wilde Opera House has been signed, and the opera house is under the name of the witch. The Golden Dawn Opera Company has also officially moved its location to the largest opera house in southwest Kasenlik.
Recently, Miss Lassers is busy with the relocation and renovation of the opera house, while Miss Benanis is investigating the "Crazy Land". The church has already heard the general situation from the Witch Council and should take action in the near future, so there is no need for Shade to intervene in this matter for the time being.
"Get started? Miss Bernanice, you must have heard of the legend of 'Saint Perry's Cemetery', right?"
There was light snow falling outside the window. Shade held a tea cup and asked the witch opposite who looked a little lazy. Facing the not very bright sunshine, the witch's golden hair sparkled, and the consumption of the secret lock last night had long been restored. We welcomed Sha De this morning, and she was looking forward to what kind of stories Sha De would bring.