\"Okay, Sister Perry, I understand, then.\"Shad looked at Mr. Fred Lehman again, and the latter explained before he asked:\"I offer to a witch, She agreed to guide me here because of the ancient books in the family collection.\"

\"Yes, I've heard of this too, but I didn't expect his destination to be here.\" said the middle-aged witch, Ms. Maggie Brecht, and Mr. Lehman thanked her cautiously and softly. But the witch didn't pay attention to this man m\"Then let me change the question, the two ladies are here for power.

And you, sir, why on earth have you come here?

Xia De spoke again, and Mr. Lehman hesitated before answering the question: \"Actually, I was born in the Eastern Continent, and since I was a child, I like to play with friends of different races. No, it's not like this nun here. The same thing of elven blood is that when I grow up, I have always wanted to marry a girl with animal features as my wife. But you also know that I am a human male, and a girl of a different race who has not awakened to become a witch, 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 good background, although the order is not high, but I am indeed the heir of a small kingdom of y.

People always have to pursue something, although it sounds ridiculous, but I always want to realize my dream, so I want to come here to try my luck, the firecracker is your distant aunt, a real little devil That's not what the man lent you. It sounds like Professor Manning will probably have a lot of topics to talk to that gentleman.

Yes, Xia De really noticed that this middle-aged nun had no elven blood.

The half-elves I have seen, such as Sister Olanord and Professor Garcia, can at least tell the characteristics from the ears, presumably the blood of the middle-aged nun is 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 demon boy's reverberation.

Before confirming that the Bagu companions at that time were all living beings, whether they were incarnations of gods or the fissioned souls of a certain individual, Xia De anxiously assisted us in the withdrawal ceremony.

In fact, after Shade arrived, we hadn't finished our preparations, and the tree father put Shade at that time, obviously wanting me to participate in the ceremony.

Due to the venue conditions of "Worm Cave" and the existence of the round wooden table where the gods once held banquets, the original method of summoning the gods has become much simpler.

Weak magical items, you can't let the rituals must draw the matrix, and you must use these expensive and common ritual symbols \"leaf\"

\"Flower\" and \"Fruit\"m, the middle-aged witch Maggie Brecht, prepared a dozen large statues from the ruins of the seventh era, and placed them under the empty chairs ;Mr. Li Peiwai from the Church of the Sun brought the original poem "Song of the Butterfly", which once described the story of the old god's banquet, and prepared to recite it later; It's a magical item, but I brought the holy emblem and statue of the [God of Butterflies] and placed them respectfully under the table.

[God of Butterfly] is not a very unknown god, and its believers are at least human beings, but non-human races. Therefore, Mr. Fred Lehman's preparations are quite sufficient. As for the eight people who have prepared the same Items, but they all meet the requirements of the **** summoning ceremony, so there is no hidden truth.

Xia De specifically asked, in fact, everyone's single preparation is enough to complete the ceremony, but with eight people, the probability of success of the ceremony will become smaller.

Before the complicated preparations, nun Pei Wai hadn't opened the long volume of poems, and recited the last big verse: "From the birth of the new spring, the growth from the midsummer, the decline from the golden autumn, and the burial from the cold winter.

The leaves of grass are scattered in: the banquet in the small land, the butterflies are flying in the beautiful spring breeze.

The morning dew is brewed into fine wine, the birds sing and sing, the grass dances and dances, and the 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 land, may your banquet be safe. \"

In the solemn voice of the sun god's nun reciting poems, outside the bare soil at the bottom of the cave, fragrant grasses and flowers emerged amidst the sound of breaking the ground, like laying a green carpet for the ground.

Twigs, green buds and morning glory protrude from the caves around the cliff, interlocking with each other, and are full of fruits and flowers.

The falling skylight below the cave originally could only illuminate the small round table and the surrounding area, but at this time, the creeping and disappearing branches, leaves and flowers are spontaneously emitting severe pink, white and green light.

The bare underground caves are being decorated, and the miracle elements are also at this time, and the unprecedented forms are coming from all directions. The huge round wooden table behind everyone emits a dazzling golden light.

And outside this light, wooden wine glasses, spoons, bowls and plates dropped from the sky, fragrant wine, shining fruits, and tempting meat and vegetarian meals were gradually piled up under the round wooden table.

The original white sky light gradually transformed into a harsh warm yellow light, covering the small round table and the seven people beside the round table. The normal coolness of the light and the well-known low-altitude light came from the crisp birdsong. , 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.

These butterflies covered everyone's sight, but Xia De was keenly aware at this moment that some kind of indescribable weak existence really appeared urgently at the other end of the round table.

And as the butterflies spread out from around the round table, evenly dotted under the grass, flowers, branches and vines, the originally bare banquet venue was already filled with the richest feast.

Xiang Zhen is glad that the banquet was held with \"ding\"

\" to the sound of metal knocking, or I'd 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.

However, Xia De noticed that as these buds and branches protruded from the opening of the cliff, the dense and terrifying swarms of insects also clung to the plants and left these narrow passages.

Therefore, although looking back, it is a banquet venue deep in the underground cave, dotted with flowers, green grass and vines in the lower part, but in fact, every beautiful scenery outside there hides disgusting bugs. Warm yellow The bright 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 at the opposite side of the huge round table, and saw the man in the rose red and white long dress. Gentlemen, you haven't sat at the main seat of the banquet round table yet.

Light brown long hair naturally hangs in front of the body, but the way it looks, the hair at the back of the forehead is separated, and the hair with a width of 5 cm is taken from the temple to the ear, divided into eight slender and overlapping braids and hangs on the long hair. hair side.

She wears a wreath on her head and a ring woven with green buds on her left 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.

A dreamlike colorful spot of light dances around the god, and every time he blinks, the posture of the **** will change in another way.

That is the body of the old **** [Thousand-Eyed Phantom Butterfly], but a **** in the form of a saint who appeared in the material world using one of the thousands of butterflies just now as the carrier of the divine descent.

The golden crack hadn't penetrated Xia De's left eye at this moment, and then the crack spread inch by inch towards the whole body, until even the golden glow appeared on the hem of his clothes. Because it is only the saint but the body, So Xia De dared to face it directly, but others dared to raise their heads completely.

At this moment, it was the well-known melodious music, which sounded from the low altitude, and the accompanying tremendous mental pressure even made Sister Maggie Bletchett, Mr. Pei Wai and Mr. Lehman almost vomit blood.

This music seems to be able to shake the heart, and there are countless light spots floating in the surrounding air, just looking at it seems to fall into this boundless dream.

From the corner of the eye of the demon boy, he saw the normal phenomenon under Xia De, and also noticed the posture of Xia De raising his head.

But still waiting for the suspicious demon man to ask, Xia De put one hand under the edge of the round table and asked the god: "Guardian of thousands of butterflies, how should those mortals get you?" permission to gain the favor of your most loyal kin?\"

Every time you use a new time key for the first time, it is the easiest time. After all, you have to spend time to understand the background of the adventure and the situation of your companions.

The time is still running out now~lightnovelpub.net~ Xia De needs to hurry up.

The other eight people at the table were all talking, quietly listening to Xiang Zhen's questions.

The gods around the round table looked at us with a smile, the butterflies flying all over the sky looked at us, and the dense swarm of insects also looked at us: "They came here and called you to hold that event. , but very boring; Banquet in the Little Land.

Since it is a banquet, please enjoy it with you and the butterflies, and hope that they can be fascinated by the dream of the small land. \"

Xia De doesn't really understand what that means, but I basically can't conclude that the God of Butterflies really has nothing to do with the ancient **** [Little Earth Mother Goddess].

The melodious music in my ears was changing, and Mr. Lehman, who had the strongest body, started humming while holding his heart.

Before a slight pause, it was as ugly as a dream, as if it had no butterfly wings on its back, and the **** without thousands of eyes under the wings said with a smile: "Please join the banquet and show them to the butterflies.

Yes, yes, it is the property of the rest, and the wealth of mortals will eventually turn into dust.

Yes, it is also their strength, which is rewarded by butterflies, not stupid strength. \"

The saint chanted like a song, and as the severe wind blew in the deep underground cave, the petals fluttered upwards.

Gradient pink petals are big and delicate, Mao is in everyone's hand, and each person has eight flowers.