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"I…"

Xia De wants to correct it, but the gift given by the butterfly **** is not based on what Xia De wants, but what he wants to give:

"Then go find it, it's a very interesting gift. Although it's not powerful enough, it's definitely interesting. The gift is stored in the city you just talked about, and you don't have to go all over the world to find hints."

The tone was full of meaning that Xia De could not refute, Xia De could only nod:

"Then thank you for your generosity, and I will cherish your gift."

His tasks in Randall Valley, in addition to "Five Stories of Randall Valley", "Three Summoning Rituals", "Finding the Chosen One" and "Purifying the Crazy Land", there is another "Looking for the Gift of the Butterfly God" ".

If he had made a list, he would have gotten lost in the complicated list.

After the gods blessed the mortals who presented the songs, there were some ethereal and cheerful singing voices in the originally silent underground caves, making it more like a real banquet. So, the **** gave the second banquet offering that mortals need to complete:

"In addition to ballads, my followers also like pure poetry. Then, please present poems that sing praises to me, to the earth, and to butterflies."

Mr. Lyman smiled. This gentleman who can write his own lyrics is obviously good at writing poetry. Sister Perry frowned slightly. She probably wasn't good at writing. The witch maintained a respectful expression, and Ms. Brechett was obviously quite calm.

"Then, God of Butterfly, please allow me to leave temporarily again."

The time for Xia De's adventure has also come. Although he spent most of his time listening to songs this time, he still gained a lot of information:

"Next time you come, I will bring you poetry that pleases you."

He got up and bowed to say goodbye, and the butterfly **** smiled and nodded.

Xia De asked his companion again:

"So, this time, do you need me to bring you something?"

Mr. Lehmann shook his head first. Writing poetry does not require musical instruments. Sister Perry thought for a while and shook her head. When creating poetry, she can refer to the "Song of the Earth" in her hand, and no additional books are needed.

The middle-aged witch, Ms. Brecht, also shook her head:

"Sir, I am very curious about you, but I don't need help this time. I don't know where you came from, but I have some guesses about it. If I can get out of here alive, I will repay your help. "

"The premise is that you can get rid of the influence of these phantom phosphors and remember what happened here.

Xia De said with a smile and gave some hints.

He bowed to the **** again, then turned and walked into the thick white mist that only he could see.

(Mia is running...)

"Mr. Hamilton?"

On Monday morning, Fort Midhill in winter had unexpectedly good weather. The headquarters of the Cassandra Auction House is already open at this time, and the old witch's apprentice, Miss Rita Swift with beautiful flaxen hair, has just been in the lobby on the first floor, instructing the workers to move the new piano to the upstairs office area, and saw Xia De rushing over with Mia in his arms.

The female sorceress feels that she will be in a good mood today:

"Why are you here so early? What's the matter?"

She asked with a smile, and greeted the cat on Shad's shoulder. Mia didn't pay attention to her, and was a little dissatisfied that Xia De took it out of the house again.

"Good morning, Miss Swift. When I woke up an hour ago, Miss Galina contacted me to say that Grandma Cassandra had something to do with me."

Xia De said that although the young girl didn't know what the urgent matter was, she quickly led Xia De to the office area at the top of the auction house.

Although Granny Cassandra is old, she still gets up early and goes to bed early every day. Early in the winter morning, she chatted with Grace and Helen in the study on the third floor. After Xia De entered, the Red Butterfly girls greeted him happily, and Miss Swift took the initiative to retreat.

"It's not that I have something to do with you, but the teachers have something to do with you."

The old witch said kindly, and then left the study, closing the door behind her. Xia De sat down under the pull of two fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls, and then asked:

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"Did something happen...it's your injury..."

He was a little worried.

"No, we're fine. Last night, sir, we were reminded of something from the past."

Grace in a white dress said, while a shy Helen was pouring tea for Shad:

"We had a dream last night, it was very sudden, because we don't have dreams. Anyway, Helen and I suddenly remembered something about the old **** you mentioned last time [Thousand Eyed Butterfly] .It reminds us that he said he left you a present."

Xia De shook his hand holding the teacup, but then felt that it was reasonable, God knew everything. The memories that Helen and Grace suddenly obtained must have been written by that god:

"What exactly is it?"

he asked.

"There are many memories about that god. It wasn't that we took the initiative to find him, but he found us. It happened to be the time when the 22-year reincarnation ended and I could spend time with Helen."

Grace touched her sister's head, and the latter smiled happily:

"Yes, it was the believer of that **** who found us, and then held a god-calling ceremony to call the **** to show up. He was very good, took care of us, and gave us strength so that we could persevere through those lonely and difficult years , otherwise you will probably see us insane... and the price of giving power is let us tell you that the gift was taken away by one of the three mortals who attended the banquet with you, and with him or her buried together."

From this point of view, the time when the red butterflies met the Butterfly God was after Xia De attended the banquet.

"Do you know what the gift is?"

Xia De asked, and Helen nodded seriously:

"Yes, although my sister and I have not seen it with our own eyes, we have heard about it from other butterflies.

That is the creation of the gods [Calling Butterfly Flute]. As long as you carry it on your body, any power related to butterflies will be enhanced, including your butterfly illusion, and the incarnation of butterflies. And if it is used as a one-time item, after playing the flute, you can call the arrival of butterflies. By playing in a specific way, the summoned butterflies are also different, and the most powerful individual among them, the favored one of the gods, is enough to rival the thirteenth-order witch. "

Helen opened her palm, red butterflies fluttered in her white palm, and the appearance of a silver flute was outlined by illusion. Recalling these things, their strength seems to have returned a lot at once, but Xia De did not notice that the whispering elements in them became stronger, and even the whispering elements declined a bit.

"Do you know where the tomb is?"

He suppressed the doubts in his heart and asked, Grace shook her head regretfully:

"We investigated, but we don't know who you attended that god's banquet with."

"That's it... This information is very important to me, and you guys have really helped me a lot."

Xia De praised with a smile, and Helen blushed a little "hmm". Xia De asked again:

"Your bodies..."

"It seems to have improved a lot, but the fate of the red butterfly has not returned because of this. The power of the butterfly **** recovered faster than the power of the relic, and now we feel good."

said Grace, bit her lower lip, and asked again:

"Only a small part of the memory of that **** has been revived. Sir, don't you really want to sleep with us, touch the deepest part of our soul, and open the door of dusty memories?"

This time, Xia De can assure that he has not misunderstood what they mean.

"I would make a request if necessary, but not now."

He gave a reply, and Helen blushed again and hummed again, not knowing what she was thinking.

Among the three companions Xia De met in the fifth era in 4791, the witch Miss Bletcher believed in [Forgotten Old Man], and Sister Perry, who had the title of "St. Perry", was buried in Randall Valley City after her death. Mr. Lyman did not see any connection with the city of Randall Valley for the time being.

Therefore, Shad plans to investigate the "St. Perry's Cemetery" first. He is not without clues. In the sixth era, Randall Valley City still has a street named after the lady, and the "St. Perry's Cemetery" is also one of the local legends.

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The cat was still entrusted to Dorothy to take care of it temporarily. After returning home from Fort Midhill, Shad set off for Randall Valley City. Of course, since today is Monday, he has not forgotten this week's gift. What was taken out this week was still an ordinary item. It was a gold goblet inlaid with gemstones. It looked quite impressive. Xia De planned to take this as a present when he attended someone else's wedding next time.

And this week's task is to drink a glass of milk for breakfast for five consecutive days in a week. For Xia De, this couldn't be easier.

"So, where are you going to start?"

There is light snow in Randall Valley City today~lightnovelpub.net~ Shade didn't bother Luvia who was working, but found the local witch, Miss Bernanice, at the Wilde Opera House. The transaction contract for the Wilde Opera House has been signed, and the opera house belongs to the witch. The Golden Dawn Opera Troupe has also officially moved its residence to the largest opera house in the southwest of Carson Ridge.

Recently, Miss Lathers is busy with the relocation and redecoration of the opera house, while Miss Benanis is investigating the "Crazy Land". The church has already heard about the general situation from the Witch Council, and it should take some action in the near future, so there is no need for Shade to intervene in this matter for the time being.

"Do it? Miss Bernanice, you should have heard the legend of "St. Perry's Graveyard."

With light snow falling outside the window, Xia De held a teacup and asked the slightly lazy witch opposite. Facing the not-so-bright sun, the witch's golden hair glistened, and the consumption of the mythos from last night had already recovered. This morning welcomed Xia De, and she was looking forward to what kind of story Xia De would bring.

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Chapter 1219 Gods Creation - Butterfly Calling Flute