"In this way, both Sister Perry and Ms. Bletchett have something to do with Randall Valley..."

Xia De looked at Mr. Lehman again, the heir of the small principality who came here for a special purpose, and immediately understood what Xia De wanted to know:

"I'm from the Eastern Continent. I told you that when you first met me. I've never been or heard of the place these two ladies mentioned."

He said with certainty, Xia De nodded, but he had more thoughts in his heart.

Judging from past experience, the tree father directed him to a strange era, which must have some significance, or at least has a major connection with the time of the sixth era in which he lived. I thought that this time it was just to provide him with a way to obtain the ritual of summoning the gods, but now it seems that it may not be that simple.

After Xia De finished asking what he wanted to know, and confirmed that he had nothing else to say, he said to the phantom-like god:

"God, we can offer you the ballad of the banquet."

He can only stay for half an hour, and everyone has to sing a song, so we can't waste too much time.

The **** with transparent butterfly wings on his back nodded slightly:

"You can arrange the order yourself. After everyone presents the ballad, give a petal in their hands to the singer you think is the best. It's just a banquet game, not a solemn sacrificial occasion, so as a prize for this part of the banquet, I will give a small gift."

Butterflies all over the sky are flying in the sky. If you don't know that the neighborhood is full of all kinds of bugs, this scene is indeed quite dreamy.

Although there are four people here, only Xia De and the middle-aged witch Brecht can actually make decisions. The two looked at each other, and the latter wisely made a compromise:

"You decide."

She pinched the leaves and said.

"I'm the last one, you decide the other order."

Xia De said very easily, the witch nodded slightly, and said to the other two:

"This gentleman is fourth, then I am third."

Sister Perry then looked at Mr. Lehman, because the sequence didn't matter much, so in the end Mr. Lehman showed his gentlemanly demeanor:

"Sister, you decide."

He has a lot of respect for the clergy, and although he's come to this place to fulfill the most outlandish desires, at least he's a good character.

The nun hesitated:

"Then I'll be second."

"No problem, I'll be first."

Mr. Leman nodded and picked up the lyre Shade had brought him. It took a few minutes to tune, and then he said to the **** with a trembling voice:

"Great one, please allow me to present to you my ballad - "The Road to the Butterfly."

Taking the initiative to talk to the gods at this moment probably consumed most of his courage in his life.

Although his heart was trembling, when he started to pluck the strings, his heart gradually calmed down. Even if you are a mortal, but came here for your own dreams, you must muster up the courage to dedicate your own songs to the gods.

Shad was sure that the song Mr. Lyman sang was his own original, because it was the story of his journey all the way to this cave. The lyre has a mellow tone, and Mr. Lehmann's singing is vicissitudes and a little sad. In the depths of this empty underground cave, the butterflies flying due to the arrival of the gods danced along with the sound of the piano, and the colorful sparkling lights fell in the white sky above the round table as the butterflies flapped their wings. And a little weird.

Shad had heard many bards singing in taverns and hotels, so he suspected that Mr. Lehman had also been trained as a bard. Like it.

The song sang about his worries and fears on the road, the bewilderment when he raised a bonfire alone to spend the night, the joy and caution when meeting the gods, and his inner loneliness and longing The desire for companionship... If he didn't specifically mention that he likes furry tails and soft ears, then this song is really perfect.

However, although Mr. Laiman’s singing skills are solid, his lyre playing is also very good, and the lyrics and tunes are also quite admirable, but this still cannot be changed. This is just excellent (this chapter is not finished!)

Chapter 1217: Everyone's Song

Ballad.

Shad didn't know what Sister Ms. Perry and the Witch Ms. Brecht would sing, but he was sure that Mr. Lyman's song was nowhere near a tenth of that of Miss Berenice in the Sixth Age. Whether it's the content, the way of expression or the singing itself, Mr. Lehman is far behind. Even Shad, who doesn't know how to appreciate it, can judge this point.

"May the beloved girl look sideways at me,

Sweet kisses accompany me to sleep on the earth.

When we return home,

May this dream never end. "

Mr. Lehman ended his singing with a hoarse bass, nodded slightly to the gods, and put down the piano.

No one clapped, everyone was thinking about their own business. Only the butterflies in the sky are still dancing with the lingering sound, as if a little 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 Shad. Of course, these are all written in the Sixth Epoch, but since potions can be provided here so that everyone can communicate with each other, potions can also be provided so that Sister Perry can understand these texts.

Candles made of distorted white long worm corpses glowed faintly on the top of the huge round table. The candle was flickering, and the middle-aged nun covered her chest below her neck with one hand, then closed her eyes and raised her head to sing.

Compared with Mr. Lyman's "bard-like" singing just now, Sister Perry undoubtedly uses a "choir-like" singing method. In addition, what she sings is the poem recorded in [The Church of the Sun and the Earth], so the sense of sanctity and solemnity makes people really feel like they are listening to the singing of the choir.

Mr. Lehman's voice was hoarse just now, but Sister Perry's voice was undoubtedly unusually mellow.

The content of her poems does not involve butterflies, but praises the earth and nature. Xia De has also read this book, so he knows that this poem describes the early spring season. When the poet saw the ice spring burst and all things sprouted when he went out, he wrote the poem with praise for nature and the earth. The poet was a clergyman who lived in the early fifth era, so the poems involved sentences praising the righteous **** [Old Man with the Lamp].

Of course, Sister Perry would not presumptuously change the praise of "Old Man with the Lamp" into praise of "Thousand-Eyed Butterfly", but instead changed the sentences praising the gods into praising the earth itself in the ballad.

The butterflies were still flapping their wings in the air following her singing, and the people who listened carefully watched the nuns flipping through the classics. Although she is no longer a young girl, her appearance and voice in her thirties are more able to sing the heavy feeling of the earth.

From Shad's point of view, although Sister Perry has no musical instrument accompaniment, her singing is better than that of Mr. Lehman. She had been trained in the church, and the lyrics were better than they could have been written on the fly. Neither of them used extraordinary means, and Sister Perry was undoubtedly the winner.

[The phosphorous powder of butterflies is hallucinogenic. 】

The nun's chants were longer, but her voice was so beautiful that no one was impatient with it. In the singing, the voice of "her" suddenly appeared, and Xia De realized that the voice of "her" was more beautiful than the singing.

"Is it hallucinogenic? Ordinary hallucinogenic powder, or extraordinary?"

[Take a deep breath. 】

Out of trust in "her", Xia De immediately took a deep breath through his nasal cavity, and the inhalation of phosphorous powder also made "her" come to a conclusion:

[The appearance of these butterflies is related to that old god, and the hallucinogenic colored powder has miracle elements. 】

"What will happen to long-term contact?"

【Your body is protected by the first fire, nothing will happen. But those three mortals, even the witch, couldn't bear such a metered amount of hallucinogenic powder all the time. Without the help of other powers, none of them would be able to leave after the banquet, and they would all fall into eternal illusions until they turned into dry bones at the table. 】

The nun was still singing, Shade was silent for a moment:

"The **** promised that the person who pleases him at the banquet can gain the favor of his relatives and leave here. Therefore, at least one person can leave."

[You want to save the other two? 】

"She" asked with a chuckle.

"Sister Perry will most likely not die here, Bi (this chapter is not finished!)

Chapter 1217: Everyone's Song

Iluna has found out that she is still active in history, at least this name is still active. But regardless of whether she wins or not, I will guarantee that they all leave alive. "

【Because pity is still sympathy】

"Since we who live in different eras can get together, it must be a wonderful fate. I have witnessed their stories, and I naturally hope that the ending of the story is good. Of course, I can only do my best...at least this time Companions, they all look good~lightnovelpub.net~Sister Perry's song ends with "Praise the Earth" repeated three times. After the song is over, Xia De seems to be able to hear her voice in her ears reverberate.

Still no one applauded, but Xia De somehow felt that the atmosphere of the banquet became more lively, perhaps because the flying butterflies looked more "lively".

The next one was the witch Brecht. She specially asked Shad to bring fresh leaves. Naturally, like Shad, she planned to use extraordinary power to improve the quality of her singing.

It’s just that unlike Shad’s direct “copying” of a song, Miss Brecht used those fresh leaves as the casting material, and after throwing the leaves into the soil under her feet, a slender sapling grew in just half a minute. come out.

The trunk is very straight, and there are only a few short branches. The highest point is almost as high as the head of the sitting witch. She took a deep breath, and twelve golden steps appeared behind her.

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Chapter 1217: Everyone's Song