Chapter 71 focuses on pragmatism! (Please place your first order!)
Yeats finally understood that he would leave the matter of learning magic to his own snowy owl in the future.
My snow owl can use the magic of enlargement/shrinking, and it can also be used on snow leopards, which is no different from mine!
"Gu?" The snowy owl's yellow eyes squinted at Yeats, and tilted its head as if in surprise.
This old man just said the spell three times, haven't you learned it yet?
Yeats used the new communication skills he learned after being promoted to bard to talk to the Snow Owl, with a strange tone:
"You have learned..., right?"
"Gu!" The Snow Owl nodded.
I just said, how can you not learn such a simple spell!
Is this the magic master?
Yeats sighed in his heart... The owl's talent in magic seems indeed to be greater than that of a rotten tree like me.
Of course, if it’s moonlight or shadow spells, I can learn them easily!
"It only knows a little bit about it... After this dinner is over, I will teach it to fully master this spell."
The white-robed mage chewed gingerbread and spoke vaguely. Said: "Let's eat first!"
On the other side of the backyard.
The Argonians reached out to catch the incoming carrier pigeon, removed the letter, released it, and unwrapped the paint.
The moment the fire seal was opened, the voice magic on the letter started to chant automatically, and Perun's voice echoed in the courtyard.
“Ah! Beautiful Sola, you are a pearl in the desert of the southern continent, you are Helen of the Argonian tribe! For your sake, I, Perun, am willing to suffer the teasing of fate and take the golden apple. Dedicated to the God of Love and Beauty!”
Yeats was shocked, “Oh, your poem is much better than what you wrote in the Aurora Poetry Festival!”
You, an elf, have great love and are really perverted!
Wait.
Yeats looked at Sola, who had gills on her neck and scaly face, and the two rows of snow-white lizard fangs in her mouth, feeling strange.
Sora is not really a beauty among the Argonians, is she?
While I question Perun’s aesthetics, maybe Perun is the real master of evaluation?
Hilud looked at the Argonians and asked curiously: "Who is Perun?"
Sora tore up the letter and gritted his teeth and said: "A dying elf."
"He is one of the contestants in today's Aurora Poetry Festival." Gray gnawed on the bread and said, "But lost to Yeats "
Hilud was extremely surprised: "Yeats won the Aurora Poetry Festival?"
The courtyard became quiet, and everyone looked at Hilud, as if asking you. Why is the information so poorly informed?
A trace of embarrassment rose on Hilud's cheeks, and he calmly explained: "I am studying the chess game in the room."
With Hillud's identity, it was indeed not suitable to go out. Yeats thought that he was about to return to Morningfrost Ridge, so it would be best to bring Hillud and her group of Ironsworn Guard veterans with him.
At this time, a homing pigeon flew in again.
The Argonians' foreheads jumped, thinking it was another harassing letter sent by Perun. Gray swallowed the bread in one gulp and said loudly:
"Wait a minute! This is what I posted before. The homing pigeon returning to Morning Frost Ridge!”
A few days ago, Yeats asked Gray to write a letter telling Furkas that he would be staying in Winter Lake City temporarily and would return soon.
The carrier pigeon brought back a letter from Forkas. Yeats opened the letter and read it for a moment, his expression gradually becoming complicated.
"What's wrong?" Gray asked strangely.
Yeats: "Carrot, abducted a nightmare horse."
Gray was stunned: "Nightmare horse? Isn't that a magical beast that is said to come from hell?"
Yeats: "The letter said that the nightmare horse was a mare, and she fell in love with Carrot, and was taken back to Morning Frost Ridge by Carrot, and is now being fed by Furkas..."
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"Is there such a thing?" Gray looked shocked.
I also find it very strange... Yeats has a complicated mood... I didn't realize that radish has such charm!
Shouldn’t the Nightmare Horse be a monster similar to undead and ghosts?
Carrot, I didn’t expect you to be an undead knight?
But overall, this is a good thing. After all, the fear aura of the nightmare horse can play a major role in the beast tide.
I don’t know if Phokas... no, I should say I don’t know whether Carrot can control this nightmare horse... Yeats was homesick.
Looking up at the full moon above your head, you raise your hand and inject a touch of magic into "Idun's Musical Instrument Brooch". The small brooch gradually changes into the shape of a lute.
The lute is regarded as the originator of the modern guitar. It is one of the most popular solo instruments in the Zhongting Continent. It is deeply loved by the nobles and can often be seen in paintings.
Yeats held the lute and slowly plucked the strings, and the power of the "rest piece" gradually flowed around.
Candela, Gray, and Hilde all looked at Yeats, and the snow owl and snow leopard also stopped playing and listened quietly to the music.
The melody played by Yeats is "Five Hundred Miles", a classic homesick ballad.
The musical ability blessed by the ‘Art God’s Choice’ makes the melody more melodious.
In Gray's eyes, Yeats playing the lute was reflected. Starlight fell on him, and the fingers that plucked the strings were white and slender.
"Yeats... is quite good-looking." Gray thought to herself, "The music he plays is also very nice..."
A nobleman like him should have made an engagement early, right?
Strange, why do I think about this.
Gray looked around and saw that everyone was immersed in the music. He stood up, leaned over and forked a large piece of steak into his bowl.
Earn it! Gray's eyes lit up.
At the end of the song, everyone applauded gently.
Candela seemed to have penetrated Yeats's mind and said with a smile:
"After returning to Morning Frost Ridge, you might as well build a temple in the territory to worship the gods and obtain the gods' blessing for the territory."
< br>Yeats was surprised: "Blessed by the temple?"
"You must have read "The Iliad". Each city-state in the epic is dedicated to worshiping a god."
>Kandra stroked his beard and said: "For you, you don't have to think too much about what kind of temple to build in your territory, right?"
I see. From this point of view, the first temple built in the territory is particularly important.
Yeats sighed... It's a pity that Mr. Guan can't take care of this, otherwise I would build the Temple of Guan Shengdijun.
The idea of the first temple gradually emerged, and Yeats nodded: "I have already decided."
Candra showed an expected smile and continued: "The Temple of Art, Or a magic temple?"
Yeats interrupted: "I plan to build a temple to the god of war, Tyr!"
Candela was startled.
Aren’t you the chosen one for art?
Why did you turn around and go to worship Tyr in your territory!
Yeats looked at the astonished Candela and said with a smile:
"Tyr is the god of war, and he is also in charge of fairness and justice. The scale is his holy symbol."< br>
"The blessing of war that He sent is more suitable for my territory... What do you think?" Yeats deliberately asked Herod for her opinion.
Hilud's golden eyes flashed and he nodded:
"I can help you build the Temple of War."
The Black Knight is a subordinate god of the God of War. , Herod and her cronies have always believed in war.
Constructing the temple is a good opportunity to recruit the Ironsworn Guard.
In addition, the blessing of the God of War can also enhance the combat power of the territory. Currently, it is more effective than the Temple of Art.
Yeats secretly thought.
The main focus is pragmatism!
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