Whispering Poems

Chapter 1179 Feast of Butterflies

"Okay, Sister Perry, I see, then"

Shad looked at Mr. Fred Lehman again, and the latter explained before he asked:

"I donated an ancient book collected by my family 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 Brecht, said that Mr. Lyman thanked her softly, but the witch didn't pay attention to the man.

"Then let me change the question. Both ladies came here in pursuit of power. What about you, sir, why did you come here?

Xia De spoke again, and Mr. Lehman hesitated before answering the question:
"Actually. I was born in the Eastern Continent. Since I was a child, I have liked to play with partners of different races. No, it is not a partner with elf blood like this nun here. After growing up, I have always wanted to marry a A girl with animal body characteristics is my wife. But you also know that I am a human male. A girl of a different race who has not awakened to become a witch has more or less the power of racial inheritance, so it is rare to fall in love with someone like me. .”

He was a little embarrassed:
"I come from a wealthy family. Although my rank is not high, I am indeed the heir of a small kingdom. People always have to pursue something. Although it sounds ridiculous, I always want 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 witch."

It sounds like Professor Manning will probably have a lot of topics to chat with this gentleman.However, Xia De really didn't realize that the middle-aged nun actually had elven blood.The half-elfs he had seen, such as Miss Olanord and Professor Garcia, could at least tell their characteristics from their ears, presumably the blood of this middle-aged nun was not outstanding.

Xia De is not a correspondence student of the School of Political Science and Economics, and his understanding of other 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, neither the incarnation of gods nor the fissioned soul of a certain individual, Xia De felt relieved to assist them in the god-calling ceremony.

In fact, before Xia De arrived, they had already started preparations, and the tree father placed Xia De 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 a banquet, the originally complicated ritual of invoking the gods became much simpler.Powerful magical items, which can make the ritual unnecessary to draw a base array, and do not need to use those expensive and rare ritual symbols "leaves", "flowers" and "fruits".

The middle-aged witch Maggie Brecht prepared more than a dozen statuettes from the relics of the fourth era and placed them on the empty chairs; Sister Ollie Perry of the Church of the Sun brought I bought the original copy of the poem "Song of Butterfly" that once described the story of the banquet of the old gods, and prepared to recite it for a while; while Mr. Fred Lehman, an ordinary person, did not have those magical items, but he brought [God of Butterfly] The holy emblem and small statue of the gods were respectfully placed on the table.

[God of Butterfly] is not a very famous god, and most of its believers are not human beings, but non-human races, so Mr. Fred Lehman is quite well prepared.

As for the three of them prepared different items, but all of them happened to meet the requirements of the god-calling ceremony, there was nothing hidden about this.Xia De specifically asked, in fact, everyone's preparation alone is enough to complete the ceremony, but the three of them together, the probability of success of the ceremony will become greater.

After simple preparations, Sister Perry has unfolded the long volume of poetry and recited the first stanza:

"Since the new spring sprouts,

Growing up from midsummer,
Since the fall of golden autumn,
Buried from the cold winter.

The blades of grass scatter on the feast of the earth,

Butterflies flutter in the beautiful spring breeze.

The morning dew is brewed into fine wine,

The birds sing and sing,

The grass whirled and danced,

Weaving poems with flowers.

Praise to the master of thousands of butterflies,
You are the protector of butterflies,
You are the patron saint of the fertile earth,

May your banquet be all right. "

In the solemn voice of the nuns of the Sun God reciting poems, grasses and flowers emerged from the bare soil at the bottom of the cave, as if a green carpet had been laid on the ground.Twigs, green buds and morning glory protrude from the caves around the cliff, interlocking with each other, full of fruits and flowers.

The skylight falling above the cave originally could only illuminate the huge round table and the surrounding area, but at this time, all the branches, leaves and flowers that were creeping and growing were spontaneously emitting soft pink, white and green light.The bare underground caverns are being decorated, and at this time, miracle elements are coming from all directions in an unprecedented form, and the huge round wooden table in front of everyone begins to emit a dazzling golden light.

And in that light, wooden wine glasses, spoons, bowls and plates descended from the sky. Fragrant wine, shining fruits, and tempting meat and vegetarian meals were gradually stacked 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 beside the round table, the light was unusually warm and bright.From an unknown high altitude, there was a crisp bird song, and then amidst the strange sound, a group of butterflies, like a waterfall torrent, flew out of the cave on the cliff where the branches and leaves protruded, and fell to the bottom of the cave.

Those butterflies covered everyone's sight, but Xia De 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 already had the richest feast.

Xia De was very glad that the banquet did not start with the sound of "ding~", otherwise he would probably jump up.

The gods had already descended, and the appearance of the gods swept away the stench in the air, and the fresh fragrance of flowers and plants rushed over.But Xia De noticed that as the buds and branches protruded from the cliff hole, the dense and terrifying swarms also clung to the plants and left the narrow passages.

Therefore, although it seems that this is a banquet venue deep in the underground cave, dotted with flowers, green grass and high vines, in fact, there are disgusting bugs hidden in every beautiful scenery here.

The warm yellow sky light made it impossible for the eyes that had adapted to the darkness to fully open immediately. Xia De, who was the first to adapt to the light, looked up to the opposite side of the huge round table, and saw the lady in a rose red and black long dress , has already sat at the main seat of the banquet round table.

The long light brown hair naturally hangs behind him, but if you look carefully, the hair on the forehead is parted, and the 5 cm wide hair is taken from the temple to the ear, divided into three strands and braided into long, slender and overlapping braids hanging on the side of the long hair.She wears a wreath on her head and a ring woven with green buds on her right index finger.The rosy lips are like the most beautiful roses in the new year, and the quiet cheeks are like the most elegant magnolias.

Dreamlike colorful light spots dance around the god, and every time you blink, the god's posture will undergo another change.This is not the body of the old god [Thousand-Eyed Phantom Butterfly], but a god in the form of a saint who appeared in the material world with one of the thousands of butterflies just now as the carrier of the divine descent.

The golden crack had already penetrated Xia De's right eye at this moment, and then the crack spread inch by inch to the whole body, until even the golden glow appeared on the hem of his clothes.

Because it is only a saint and not the body, Xia De dared to face it directly, but the others did not dare to look up at all.At this moment, the unknown melodious music sounded from the sky, and the ensuing tremendous mental pressure even made Miss Maggie Brecht, 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 seemed to fall into the boundless dream just by looking at it.

From the corner of the witch's eyes, she saw the abnormal phenomenon on Xia De's body, and also noticed the posture of Xia De raising his head.But before the surprised witch asked, Xia De put one hand on the edge of the round table and asked the god:

"Guardian of thousands of butterflies, may I ask, how should these mortals get your permission to win the favor of your most loyal followers?"

Whenever I use a new time key for the first time, it is the most time-consuming. After all, it takes time to understand the background of the adventure and the situation of the companions.At this time, time is running out, and Xia De needs to hurry up.

The other three people at the table did not speak, and quietly listened to Xia De's question.

The gods at the round table looked at them with a smile, the butterflies flying all over 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 not grand, but very interesting banquet of the earth. Since it is a banquet, please enjoy it with me and the butterflies. May you be fascinated by the earth in a dream."

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 god [Goddess of the Earth].

The melodious music in my ear was changing, and Mr. Lehman, who was the weakest, was already humming while clutching his heart.After a slight pause, it was as beautiful as a dream, as if there were butterfly wings behind it, and the god with thousands of eyes on the wings said with a smile:

"Please join this banquet and show each of us to the butterflies. No, not your belongings. The wealth of mortals will eventually turn into dust. No, it is not your strength either. What the butterflies appreciate is not stupid strength."

The saint chanted like a song, and as the soft wind blew in this deep underground cave, the petals fluttered downward.Gradient pink petals fell on everyone's hands, and everyone had three petals.

(End of this chapter)