"In this way, Sister Perry and Ms. Bretchett are both related to the Randall Valley."
Shade looked at Mr. Lyman again, the heir to the small principality who came here for a special purpose, and immediately understood what Shade wanted to know:
"I am from the Eastern Continent. I told you that when you first met me. I have never been to or heard of the places these two ladies talked about."
He said with certainty. Shade nodded, but he had more thoughts in his heart.
Judging from past experience, the tree father guiding him to a strange era must have some meaning, or at least have a significant connection with the sixth era in which he lived. I thought that this time it was just to provide him with a summons.
The path to divine rituals may not be that simple now.
After Shade asked what he wanted to know and confirmed that there was nothing else to say, he said to the phantom-like god:
"God, we can offer you a banquet song."
He could only stay for half an hour, and everyone had to sing a song, so he couldn't waste too much time.
The god with transparent butterfly wings behind his back nodded slightly:
"You can arrange the order by yourself. After everyone sings a song, give a petal in his hand to the singer you think is the best. It is just a banquet game, not a solemn sacrificial occasion, so as a prize for this part of the banquet,
I will give you a small gift."
Butterflies are flying all over the sky under the sky. If you didn't know that the area is full of all kinds of insects, this scene would be quite dreamy.
Although there were four people here, the only ones who could actually make the decision were Shade and the middle-aged witch Bletchett. The two looked at each other, and the latter made a wise compromise:
"You decide."
She pinched the leaves and said.
"I'll be the last one, you decide the rest of the order."
Shade said easily. The witch nodded slightly and said to the other two people:
"This gentleman is the fourth, then I am the third."
Sister Perry then looked at Mr. Lyman, because the order actually had little effect, so in the end, Mr. Lyman showed his gentlemanly demeanor:
"Sister, you decide."
He respects the clergy very much, and although the wish he came to this place to fulfill is the most bizarre, at least he has a good character.
The nun hesitated:
"Then I'll come second."
"No problem, I'll be the first one."
Mr. Lyman nodded and picked up the lyre that Shade brought to him. He spent a few minutes tuning it, and then said to the god in a trembling voice:
"Great One, please allow me to present to you my song - "The Road to Searching for Butterflies"."
Taking the initiative to talk to the gods at this moment probably consumed most of the courage in his life.
Although his heart was trembling, when he started to strum the strings, his heart gradually calmed down. Even if he is a mortal and comes here for his dream, he must muster the courage to present his songs to the gods.
Shade was very sure that the song Mr. Lyman sang was his own original creation, because it was the story of his journey to this cave. The sound of the lyre was mellow, and Mr. Lyman's song was vicissitudes of life and a little sad. In this empty underground
Deep in the cave, the butterflies flying due to the arrival of the gods danced with the sound of the piano. The colorful sparkling lights fell in the white sky above the round table as the butterflies flapped their wings. The scene was dreamy and a bit strange.
Shade had heard a lot of bards singing in taverns and hotels, so he had some doubts that Mr. Lyman had also been trained as a bard. The singing method and ballad narrative techniques he displayed at this time were too similar to those of the bards.
Like it.
The song sings about his worries and fears on the road, his confusion when he spends the night alone with a bonfire, his joy and caution when meeting the gods, and his inner loneliness and longing.
If he hadn't specifically mentioned that he likes fluffy tails and soft ears, then this song would be perfect.
However, although Mr. Lyman has a solid foundation in singing skills, plays the lyre very well, and the lyrics and melody are quite admirable, this cannot be changed. This is just an excellent ballad.
Shade didn't know what Sister Perry and the witch Ms. Bretchett would sing, but he was very sure that Mr. Lyman's song was far less than one-tenth of that of Miss Benenice of the Sixth Age. Regardless of content or performance,
In terms of technique or the singing itself, Mr. Lyman is far behind. Even Shade, who doesn't know how to appreciate music, can judge this.
"I hope the girl I love can look at me with special eyes,
Sweet kisses accompany me as I sleep on the earth.
When we return to our hometown,
May this dream never end."
Mr. Lyman ended his singing with a hoarse bass, nodded slightly to the gods, and put down the piano.
No one applauded, everyone was thinking about their own things. Only the butterflies in the sky were still flying with the lingering sound, as if they were reluctant to let the music end.
"Great God of Butterflies, please allow me to bring you the song of the earth."
Sister Ollie Perry also said respectfully, and then opened the "Song of the Earth" brought by Shade. Of course, these are all texts from the Sixth Age, but since magic potions can be provided here, everyone can interact with each other.
Communication can naturally also provide magic potion so that Sister Perry can understand these words.
Candles made of twisted white insect corpses bloomed with faint light on the top of the huge round table. The candle flames swayed, and the middle-aged nun covered her chest under her neck with one hand, then closed her eyes and raised her head to sing.
Compared with Mr. Lyman's "minstrel-style" singing method just now, Sister Perry undoubtedly uses a "choir-style" singing method. In addition, she sings the hymns recorded in the "Church of the Sun and Earth"
, so the sense of sanctity and solemnity makes people really feel like they are listening to the choir singing.
Mr. Lyman's voice just now was hoarse, but Sister Perry's voice was undoubtedly unusually mellow.
The content of the poem she chose does not involve butterflies, but praises the earth and nature. Shade has also read this book, so he knows that this poem describes the early spring season. The poet saw the ice spring bursting when he was outing.
After the birth of all things, the praise of nature and the earth surged in his heart, and he composed the poem. The poet was a clergyman who lived in the early fifth era, so the poem included sentences praising the righteous god [the old man with the lamp].
Of course, Sister Perry would not change the praise of "The Old Man with the Lamp" to the praise of "Thousand-Eyed Phantom Butterflies". Instead, she would change the sentences praising the gods in her songs to praise the earth itself.
The butterflies still fluttered their wings in the air with her singing, and the people who listened carefully looked at the nun who was reading the books. Although she was no longer a young girl, her appearance and voice in her thirties were more able to sing the weight of the earth.
feel.
From Shade's point of view, although Sister Perry has no instrumental accompaniment, her singing is better than Mr. Lyman's. She has been trained in the church, and her lyrics are better than those written hastily. Both
No extraordinary means were used, and Sister Perry was undoubtedly the winner.
[Butterfly phosphorus powder has hallucinogenic properties.]
The nun's song was relatively long, but her voice was beautiful, so no one would be impatient because of it. In the song, the voice of "her" suddenly appeared, and Shade realized that it turned out that the voice of "her" was louder than the song.
The singing is even more beautiful.
"Is it highly hallucinogenic? Ordinary hallucinogenic powder, or does it have extraordinary properties?"
【Take a deep breath.】
Out of trust in "her", Shade immediately took a deep breath through his nose. The inhalation of the phosphorus powder also made "her" come to a conclusion:
[The appearance of these butterflies is related to the old god, and the hallucinogenic colored powder has miraculous elements.]
"What will happen if you are exposed to it for a long time?"
[Your body is protected by the First Fire, so nothing will happen to you. But those three mortals, even the witches, cannot always bear such a quantity of hallucinogenic powder. Without the help of other powers, none of them can leave after the banquet.
, will all fall into an eternal dream, until they turn into withered bones at the table.]
The nun was still singing, and Shade was silent for a moment:
"The god promised that those who please him at the banquet will be favored by their relatives and leave here. So, at least one person can leave."
【You want to save the other two people?】
she asked with a chuckle.
"Sister Perry will most likely not die here. After all, Iluna has found out that she is still active in history, at least the name is still active. But regardless of whether she wins or not, I will ensure that they all leave alive.
"
【Because of pity or sympathy?】
"Since we who live in different eras can get together, it must be a wonderful fate. I have witnessed their stories, and naturally I hope the ending of the story is good. Of course, I can only do my best to be my companion at least this time
, they all look good.”
Sister Perry's song ended with "Praise the Earth" repeated three times. After the song ended, Shade's ears seemed to be able to hear her voice echoing in his ears.
Still no one applauded, but Shade somehow felt that the atmosphere of the banquet became more lively. This may be because the flying butterflies looked more "lively".
Next up was the witch Bretchett, who specially asked Shade to bring fresh leaves. Naturally, like Shade, she planned to use extraordinary power to improve the quality of her singing.
It's just that unlike Shade's direct "copying" of a song, Miss Bleichett used those fresh leaves as casting materials. After throwing the leaves into the soil under her feet, a slender sapling grew in just half a minute.
come out.
The trunk of the tree was straight, with only a few branches. The highest point was almost as high as the sitting witch's head. She took a deep breath, and twelve golden steps appeared behind her.