Shade looked at Mr. Fred Lyman again, who explained before he asked:
"I presented an ancient book from my family's collection to a witch, and she agreed to guide me here."
"Yes, I've heard about this too, but I didn't expect his destination to be here."
The middle-aged witch Ms. Maggie Bletchett 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?
Shade 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 the companions with elven blood like this nun here. When I grow up, I have always wanted to marry someone.
I am a wife of a girl with animal characteristics. But you also know that I am a human male. Girls from heterogeneous races who have not awakened to become witches also have the power inherited from the race, so they rarely fall in love with people like me.
."
He was quite embarrassed:
"I come from a privileged background. Although I am not ranked 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 want to come here.
Try your luck, this gun was lent to me by my distant aunt, a real great witch."
It sounds like Professor Manning probably has a lot of things to talk about with this gentleman. However, Shade really didn't see that the middle-aged nun actually had elf blood. The half-elves he had seen, such as Ou Lan,
Miss Nord and Professor Garcia can tell the characteristics at least from their ears, so the middle-aged nun's bloodline must not be 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 bits of information in the Witch's Reverberation.
After confirming that the three companions this time were all normal people, not the incarnation of gods or the fission of an individual's soul, Shade safely assisted them in the god-summoning ceremony.
In fact, they had already started 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 god-calling ceremony has become much simpler. Powerful magical items can eliminate the need to draw a base array and eliminate the need for rituals.
Use those expensive and rare ritual symbols "leaves", "flowers" and "grass".
The middle-aged witch Miss Maggie Bletchet prepared more than a dozen figurines from the ruins of the Fourth Age and placed them on the empty chairs; Sister Olly Perry of the Church of the Sun brought them
He picked up the original copy of the poem "Song of the Butterflies" that once recorded the story of the banquet of the old gods, and prepared to recite it for a while; and Mr. Fred Lyman, an ordinary person, did not have those magical items, but he brought the "God of Butterflies"
The holy emblem and small statue of the god were placed on the table respectfully.
[The God of Butterflies] is not a very famous god, and most of its believers are not humans, but non-human races, so Mr. Fred Lyman is quite well prepared.
As for the three people each preparing different items, but they all happened to meet the requirements of the god-summoning ceremony, there was no hidden secret. Shade specifically asked, in fact, each person's individual preparation was enough to complete the ceremony, but together, the three of them made the ceremony successful.
The probability will become higher.
After simple preparations, Sister Perry had already unfolded the long poem and recited the first stanza:
"Since the beginning of the New Year,
Growing since midsummer,
Since the decline of the golden autumn,
Buried since the cold winter.
A banquet with blades of grass scattered across the earth,
Groups of butterflies flutter in the beautiful spring breeze.
Morning dew makes fine wine,
The birds are singing,
The grass dances,
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 everything go well for your banquet."
In the solemn voice of the nuns of the Sun God reciting poetry, in the originally bare soil at the bottom of the cave, grass and flowers emerged with the sound of breaking the earth, as if the ground was covered with a green carpet. Twigs, green buds and morning glories
, protruding from the caves around the cliff, connected to each other, and covered 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
It was being decorated, and the miraculous elements were also coming from all directions in an unprecedented form at this time. 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 dishes were gradually piled on the round wooden table.
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 bird songs were heard,
Then with a strange sound, a swarm of butterflies, like a torrent of waterfalls, flew out of the cliff cave with branches and leaves extending out, 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 indescribable powerful existence really slowly appeared at the other end of the round table.
And as the butterflies spread out from around the round table, evenly dotted on the grass, flowers, branches and vines, the originally bare banquet venue now had the richest feast.
Shade was glad that the banquet did not start with the sound of metal banging, otherwise he would probably jump up.
The god has arrived, and the appearance of the god swept away the stench in the air, and the fresh fragrance of flowers and plants hit his face. But Shade noticed that as those buds and branches protruded from the opening of the cliff, they were densely packed and terrifying.
Swarms of insects also climbed onto the plants and left the narrow corridors.
Therefore, although it currently appears that this is a banquet venue deep in an underground cave, dotted with flowers, green grass and high vines, in fact, disgusting bugs are hidden in every beautiful scene here.
The warm yellow skylight made it impossible for eyes that had adapted to the 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 lady wearing a rose red and black dress.
, already sitting at the main seat of the banquet round table.
The long light brown hair naturally hangs down behind her, but if you look carefully, you can see that the hair is parted at the corner of the forehead, and a 5 cm wide section of hair is taken from the temple to the ear, and divided into three strands to form a long and overlapping braid hanging down the side of the long hair.
Wearing a wreath on her head, she wears a ring woven with green buds on her right index finger. Her rosy lips are like the most beautiful rose in the New Year, and her quiet cheeks are like the most elegant magnolia.
Dream-like colorful spots of light dance around the god. Every time he blinks, the god's body will undergo another change. This is not the original body of the old god [Thousand-Eyed Fantasy Butterfly], but one of the thousands of butterflies just now.
A god who is only a carrier of divine descent and appears in the form of a saint in the material world.
The golden cracks had penetrated Shade's right eye at this moment, and then the cracks spread inch by inch throughout his body, until even the hem of his clothes showed a golden glow.
Because he is only a saint and not his true self, Shade dared to face him directly, but others did not dare to raise their heads at all. At this moment, unknown melodious music sounded from high in the sky, and the huge mental pressure that came with it even made Maggie Bly
Miss Chet, Sister Perry and Mr. Lyman almost vomited 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 they were falling into an endless dream just by looking at it.
With her peripheral vision, the witch saw the abnormal phenomenon on Shade's body, and also noticed the way Shade raised his head. But before the startled witch could ask, Shade put one hand on the edge of the round table and turned to
The god asked:
"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, you have the most time. 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:
"You have come here and called me to hold this banquet of the earth, although it is not grand, but it is very interesting. Since it is a banquet, please enjoy it with me and the butterflies. I hope you can be fascinated by the earth.
In a dream."
Shade didn't quite understand what this meant, but he could basically conclude that the God of Butterflies was indeed related to the ancient god [Mother Goddess of the Earth].
The melodious music in his ears was changing its tune, and Mr. Lyman, who was the weakest, was already covering his heart and humming. After a slight pause, it was as beautiful as a dream, as if there were butterfly wings behind it, and there were thousands of pairs of eyes on the wings.
The god smiled and said:
"Please attend this banquet and show each of you to the butterflies. No, it is not your belongings. Mortal wealth will eventually turn into dust. No, it is not your power. What butterflies appreciate is not stupid power."
The saint chanted like a song, and as the gentle wind blew in the deep underground cave, the petals fell downwards. The small petals that gradually turned pink fell into everyone's hands, and everyone was