Whispering Verse

Chapter 1180 A song dedicated to God

God said:

"Divided into three times, show me your talent. Then, give the petals to the most talented companion. The lucky one with the most petals is the winner among you. This will be an interesting banquet game. Please be honest Faced with the result of the competition, give these petals as a gift. Otherwise, Flower and Butterfly will punish you. If all your talents are mediocre, then I have the right to reject everyone's request."

In other words, if God is not satisfied with the final result, even if someone gets the most petals, no one will be favored by the retinue of the Butterfly God.

The god talked about the "punishment" of dishonesty, and for some reason, Shade thought of the image of everyone being swallowed up by a swarm of insects. The God of Butterflies does not sound like an evil god, but Shade always feels that this god is not as absolutely innocent as the delicate flowers and flying butterflies.

"So, how can I show my talents and enjoy this feast of the earth?"

Shade ignored those messy thoughts for the time being and asked again. He thought that this time it was another mission to taste food and wine, or to collect betrothal gifts and sacrifices.

"The butterflies that I care about like the songs of mortals. Since this is the banquet that mortals invite me to attend, then here, for the flowers, butterflies and the feast, I will sing those beautiful songs."

The god replied, his voice so sweet and melodious. The three of them, with their heads lowered, observed each other's expressions, trying to see what they thought about this. Of course, Mr. Fred Lyman was still careful not to look at the witch.

"God, I don't want to gain the favor of your relatives, I just want to help these mortals."

Shade spoke again. What he wanted to make clear was that he would not participate in this so-called "competition."

"You don't have to participate in the competition in the festival, but if you don't participate in the banquet, then please get up and leave."

The saint still smiled and said, that is to say, it doesn't matter if Shade wins, but he must participate in the festival activities, otherwise God will not allow him to sit here.

And Shade was sure that once he left the table, the tree father would immediately end his adventure. The tree father asked him to participate in the stories of the past, not just watch the stories of the past.

"But I can't sing"

The foreigner thought rather troubledly in his heart.

Of course, Shade could just sing a song regardless of how good his singing voice was. After all, he didn't want to win. The task of the tree father was to help several others complete the ceremony. But the problem is that God just said that if the result is not satisfactory to Him, then there will be no winner in the festival.

This also means that Shade must perform at his best level, otherwise it will drag down others:

"So, your mission after returning this time is to learn to sing?"

This is different from before.

I thought to myself that half an hour had come to an end. After confirming what needs to be done this time, Xia De also left. He just hoped that there would be no dancing in the next two tasks.

"God, can you please allow me to leave the table temporarily? I will be back soon."

He said to the saint across the round table, and the butterfly god smiled and nodded. The other three people looked at him in surprise, not understanding what Shade meant.

"I have a special way to leave here temporarily. Of course, it is only temporary. Excuse me, is there anything you need me to bring?"

Shade lowered his voice and asked his companions:

"Since this is a banquet, I think you will not be short of food and water. Please make some other requests to me. Although I still can't tell you who I am, but I really want to help you and I can only bring ordinary items. "

"Sir, if you can, please bring me a lyre. I am very good at playing and singing."

Mr. Fred Lyman said first.

Sister Olly Perry of the Church of the Sun also understood that even though she didn’t know why Shade was able to leave temporarily, since it was determined that he was not a competitor, there was no need to worry too much;

"Sir, if it is convenient, please bring me Song of the Earth."

Shade heard Iluna say this. This is one of the religious classics of the Church of the Sun, a collection of long poems in the form of biographies. The book is as thick as a little Mia, and even the most devout nun would have a hard time reciting it completely.

"So, Miss Bleichett, what do you need?"

Shade asked the middle-aged witch again, who looked at him slightly suspiciously:

"If it's convenient, please bring me leaves and grass, some fresh leaves, any kind, but they must be fresh."

This request is not surprising. Although the appearance of the gods caused flowers and green grass to appear in the desolate and cold insect cave, there were no trees.

"no problem."

Shade nodded, these requirements are easy to achieve.

"And in return, I will tell you the [Ritual: Calling the God of Butterflies]."

The witch then said, and Shade immediately thanked her. Although the old gods no longer exist in the Sixth Age, the god-summoning ritual itself still has extremely high mystical value.

As white mist appeared around him, Shade knew his time was up. He stood up respectfully and said goodbye to the gods. Before the white mist took him away, he took the initiative to turn around and walk into the depths of the white mist.

The warm yellow skylight illuminated the huge round wooden table, and the sound of squirming insects resonated with the sound of butterflies flapping their wings, creating an even weirder sound. It seemed that with Shade's departure, the temperature here became a little lower. The witch Miss Maggie Bletchett asked the god softly:

"God, now"

"Wait for him to come back, and you can enjoy the feast of food and wine. Of course, before that, you can think about what kind of song you want to dedicate to me."

The saint sat on the chair, his hand wearing a grass ring tapping the table rhythmically, and his eyes looked towards the place where Shade disappeared. Colorful light surrounds the God. He seems to be here, but he seems not to be here.

(Little Mia is running.)

"Oh! I've never hated bugs so much!"

Shade rushed out of the side sleeper, took off his coat immediately, and then rushed into the bathroom. When the cat standing on the dining table curiously stretched his head to look at the source of the sound, there was already the sound of water showering in the bathroom.

"What's up with him?"

The writer in the apron looked back at the cat on the table, and was surprised to see the cat shaking its head.

"Do you understand what I said?"

Mia raised her front paws and rubbed her neck, her silly look made Dorothy question her judgment again.

At the breakfast table twenty minutes later, Dorothy was curious about what Shade had experienced this time, but for her own taste, Shade did not describe the bugs in detail, but only vaguely talked about his own experience. Of course, it was the experience before the god-summoning ceremony.

"Speaking of which, do you know the old god [God of Butterflies]?"

Shade had put on new clothes, and his hair was still a little wet. He asked while stroking the cat. Shade's understanding of this god was limited to knowing that he had left in the fifth era.

There are a large number of old gods, and it is best for mortals not to know too much about the gods. Therefore, most ring warlocks will only take the initiative to read those ancient knowledge when they encounter things related to the old gods. The college will not take the initiative to open this part of the content.

"Of course I know. This god often appears in fairy tales of the Fifth Age."

The writer lady spoke very familiarly, and seeing Shade looking at her curiously, she carefully explained:

"Did you meet this god this time?"

Shade nodded cautiously, and Dorothy said worriedly:

"You have to be careful. This great one is not the good god we usually think of. No, no, the God of Butterflies is not an evil god. He is just like the story says, not a special lover. Sorry, I don't want to You are making such arrogant remarks about gods early in the morning. However, I can recommend some stories to you. The descriptions of this god in those stories are basically correct."

Of course, there are not only two types of gods: "very friendly to humans" and "quite unfriendly to humans", but for Shade, as long as he is not a pure evil god like [Vampire Duke Loair], that's fine. He then named the three companions this time, but Dorothy had not heard of them.

While Dorothy was peeling the smoking eggs, Shade's thoughts suddenly wandered to one morning, when he shook his head and thought of the most critical question:

"Are you good at singing? I need to dedicate a song to the gods on my next adventure."

"This is really a great honor, singing for the gods. I heard you mentioned that you are not good at singing, so don't expect it. You can make yourself good at singing in a week."

Dorothy said with a smile, and carefully peeled off the brown shell on the egg. Naturally, she also carefully tore off the thin keratin membrane between the brown shell and the white tender egg.

"I am proficient in the elements of enlightenment. Enlightenment includes not only fairy tales, but also poems, songs, etc. I have heard of many methods in the course that can allow ring magicians to master a certain technique in a short time. If you want to dedicate a song to the gods, Song, I think it is better to master it permanently. I will talk to Lesiya, we will discuss it, and choose a thaumaturgy for you. You can go to the library to redeem it. If I remember correctly, you are in the library, Can’t you still get thaumaturgy for free?”

The singing problem can be solved temporarily, but Shade still needs to determine what song he wants to sing. There are many songs related to "spring", "flowers" and "butterflies", both in this world and in my hometown.

"Ah~ open your mouth~"

Miss Writer said softly, and then put the peeled egg to Shade's mouth. Shade took a bite. The soft and warm eggs were indeed suitable for breakfast.

But for some reason, Dorothy actually blushed a little when she saw this scene.

"Wait, you don't know that too"

Xia De suddenly understood.

"Luvia mentioned it to me when we went shopping for clothes not long ago."

The blonde girl said shyly, looking down at herself:

"It's so bold. Probably, only that maid can do that kind of thing."

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