Alessio pinched his waist and looked up at the figure of his wife who had gone away again, and couldn't help sighing. Today's Liz is really enjoyable, and she can directly participate in so many interesting things.

He turned his head to look at Hill, and paused slightly: "I'll go fish for you!"

"I'll do it myself." Hill said quickly.

"The whitebaits are used to my smell. Changing people will affect their state. They will not eat for many days if they are so scared." Alessio waved his hand and took the time to fish for Hill .

However, after catching a fish, he couldn't help stroking the fish over and over again and thinking.

Hill knew that this scholar who was very sensitive to vitality had discovered a large amount of vitality in silverfish. A normal druid's natural blessing would never increase the vitality of fish in the water like Hill did.

However, because Hill still has the blessings of water magic and the sun and moon, and in his heart, the definition of nature has always been very broad. From the sky, the sun and the moon, to the underground fungi, and even some bacteria in the microscopic state, they are all considered He is defined within the scope of nature, so his natural blessing can almost catch up with the incarnation of the father of nature.

In Toril, it is estimated that only the father of the oak, who regards nature as a whole from the heart, will be so comprehensive when he releases the blessings of nature.

Although many archdruids who believe in the father of the oak tree can also do this, they gradually understand this truth after practicing, but the magic they comprehend is difficult to change, so they can only divide their blessings into plant types. Both with the animal type, and even many druid blessings will bypass the beast.

After all, druid is a relatively idealistic profession, as long as the mind slips down, it will be difficult to climb up again.

Hill smiled lightly. After all, he had taken biology classes, and the definition from macro to micro was almost his common sense.

Alessio glanced at Hill with a weird expression, but quickly restrained his expression, bent down and began to fish in the water: "Now I can give you a little more, your natural blessing is really useful .

I picked 50 of each male and female for you, it is best to keep them for a while before you start eating them.

Remember that when you want to eat fish, try to choose fish that have not been paired successfully. This kind of fish is very picky about its partner. Once paired, if the partner dies, it will not breed again.

If the pairing is successful, I will not give it to you. This fish is very picky. If you change the environment after getting married, the female fish will delay for a long time before laying eggs again.

Thanks to you, by spring, all the whitebaits here will probably be able to enter the breeding season, which is really a rare bumper harvest.

This is really good, and it can be distributed to those stunted newborns in the forest. Since the gate of **** was created, there are not many healthy children in the highest forest. "

Alessio took the trouble to popularize the common sense of whitebait breeding to Hill again, and Hill could only take them one by one and put them into the pendant in silence.

The spirit of the oak tree was ready. Hill just didn't understand how Alessio was sure that he was ready for the whitebait's feeding conditions.

Is it possible that this part-time pastor scholar has some predictive ability?

In fact, Alessio only saw that the pendant on Hill's neck was no longer shining, so he asked tentatively. Since the archmage didn't show any embarrassment at all, he must be ready!

The sky gradually darkened, and the afterglow of dusk shone with the last light. Liz took the wind and landed directly beside the two who were about to go back to rest after the handover.

"Alai~ Hill~ The moss is really useful!" Liz's big eyes shone with joy, "The captain said, the communion festival is going to be held today!

Hill, you can come too~ As long as you are of elven blood, even if you are not a follower of Corellon, you can participate in the Holy Communion Festival.

Not only the captain of the guard, but all of our team members hope that what happened today can get Corellon's attention. "

Liz looked at Hill solemnly: "This is an invitation in the name of the Sword of Evereska, and I hope that Mr. Hill can participate in today's Ratauquil Festival celebration as a distinguished guest.

May the blue crescent moon rise above the sanctuary. "

Hill was stunned for a moment, and then answered cautiously: "Of course I would like to appreciate the joyous song when the sky blue stars shine."

Liz and Alessio laughed together, and they knew that Hill had definitely received the oldest inheritance from the golden elves, and the elves would no longer be able to say this kind of prayer that called Corellon's attention.

It's a pity that their temptation failed, and Hill, a descendant of God, really didn't believe in Corellon.

Liz was a little disappointed, but this was considered normal among the elves. Some half-elves who obeyed order did not quite agree with Corellon's ideas. They didn't like the kind of chaos that they wanted.

After thinking about it, Hill bid farewell to Liz temporarily, and planned to go back to the Magic Tower to change into a formal dress. The black magic robe he was wearing was not suitable for appearing at the New Moon Sacrament Celebration.

Hill knew that most elves today would wear sky-blue dress robes, so he had better avoid all blue robes, otherwise, when the elves danced and sang, it would be too silly for him to look around in the same dress up.

He looked at the closet in the bedroom and thought for a while: Black and blue cannot be worn, and if Corellon is really attracted, the angels around him will probably wear it. After all, what descended this time should be the body of the Kingdom of God. , and Corellon, who officially appeared, is always accompanied by singing and dancing winged angels.

After Hill pushed away the robes of three colors, he was embarrassed to find that he had only a few to choose from. Most of the robes of other colors were bought by him from the undead. They were full of jewels and luxury. That's all right, but... at the party of the elves, if you don't want to get too many invitations to have a good time, you'd better dress conservatively.

Especially since this is a follower of Corellon, with a main **** like the father of elves, it is conceivable that most of them are both male and female, and they are unscrupulous.

"Sir, you can choose the camel robe. Although it is also from the undead, the style is very traditional." Liszt looked at it for a long time, and finally couldn't help talking.

Even if Martha is not here, you should ask yourself this kind of thing, right? No matter how unfamiliar with matching, I am better than Hill's mindless way of finding!

Hill hesitated and took out the robe. The fashion of the undead has always been complete with shoes and accessories. This suit happened to be made of sky blue metal, no wonder Liszt would recommend it.

And at first glance, it was very tightly wrapped. Although the robe inside was very slim, there was a wide cloak outside. He nodded in satisfaction, and hurried to take a shower and change.

Binding his long golden hair with a sky-blue hair chain, Hill thought about it, and pinned the hairpin that Fran made for him in his hair.

When he hit the ground, Liz and Alessio had also changed into fluffy blue tulle robes, and Hill... Hill was a little suffocated.

He cheered himself up: elves are a race that doesn't like restraint, but a race that likes to show their sexiness. No matter what they see, it's best to keep an expressionless face!

Anyway, Liz and Alessio still have a pair of aprons in the key parts. Although they are relatively thin, wearing them is better than not wearing them! Moreover, the silver crescent moon embroidery on their bodies is very thick, covering a lot of scenery.

Hill, trying to keep calm, followed Liz, who was excitedly jumping three times, to the highest peak of the Star Mountain Range, and then stopped on a platform halfway up the mountain.

Most of the elves have already fallen. Fortunately, Hill has done a lot of psychological construction for himself. There are indeed many elves who choose not to be restrained. The key parts are covered by crescent patterns, but the elves like to jump and jump, even standing on big rocks, but they don't cover anything.

However, as Hill expected, even though the styles were different, most of the elves wore sky blue robes, with silver or mithril crescent moon pendants hanging on their foreheads or silver chains around their necks.

Sure enough, most of the Star Mountains here are priests or priests of Corellon, otherwise, not everyone can wear such a sky blue tulle robe.

Soon, the cliff in front of the platform they were standing on opened up, and a wrought iron gate made of ivy and roses blooming all year round appeared in front of everyone.

The silver-blue light shone inside the gate, and the elves began to walk in in twos and threes.

"Let's go~" Liz greeted Hill happily, "As long as there is elven blood, Corellon's holy land will be allowed to enter, and even the camp is not picky. In the past, when the High Forest was still good, there were even demon descendants The elves and dark elves are taking advantage of the night to pay homage!"

Hill smiled and walked in behind.

Although they were indeed invited as honored guests~lightnovelpub.net~, the elves didn't intend to engage in any entrance ceremony at all, and even they themselves behaved very casually.

This is completely different from the celebrations in human society. Hill is a little interested, as long as his eyes move quickly.

Walking into the gate, there is a row of tall columns decorated with ivy and roses, but after walking down the stone path, there is a round valley where you can see the stars and the silver moon above your head.

A large number of trees and plants are woven into the stone walls and decorative stone pillars, magic fountains are scattered around, and the ground is also soft grass for people to sit and lie on.

A mighty dome of green-veined marble woven into the forest canopy stood in the foreground, and beneath it stood the statue of Corellon: the elf-creator of extraordinary beauty traditionally depicted with a thin face, sky-blue eyes, a straight nose, and a long, With alluring eyes, he wears armor and carries a long, slender sword. The delicate tiara adorns the forehead of Alvado's crowned king, and the statue exudes a sense of calm and contentment.

Hill thought about the real Corellon he saw in Aglea City, and then looked at this extraordinarily serious statue, feeling that the elves were a little deceiving themselves.

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