Chapter 133 Drifting like clouds, igniting lightning (end of this volume)
The night is like water, and when the glow symbolizing the miracle of the God of Love appears, it immediately ignites the clouds.
The participants of the poetry meeting all raised their heads, with shock and disbelief on their faces.
The goddess of art has just stepped down to bless her, and the goddess of love has come to join in the fun with her hind legs?
How much you two love this boy!
Perun's eyes were full of disbelief... I have never seen any miracles of the God of Love, and I can only learn about them indirectly through literature.
But Yeats's "Ode to a Nightingale" not only received blessings from the goddess of art, but even the goddess of love paid attention!
The aurora and the glow entangled in the sky for a moment, and finally ended with the glow breaking through the aurora and injecting into Yeats' body.
Feeling the power of the God of Love gradually rising in his body, Yeats felt strange and thought to himself:
"I seem to be the chosen one by the God of Art... The God of Love gave it to me in front of the Goddess of Art. Isn’t it a little strange to give a blessing? ”
Yeats sighed softly when he heard the pleasant sound in his ears again.
That’s it.
I just have to look at what kind of blessing the God of Love has given me.
"You have learned a new spell!"
"Spell·Friendship: a first-level spell. It is easier for you to establish friendship with the non-hostile creatures you designate. This spell is favored by the God of Love. Blessing, the effect of spellcasting is improved."
The God-given spell ‘Friendship Technique’ is one order of magnitude more powerful than the ordinary friendship spell.
Yeats looked at his own dashboard: making friends, charming humans, nightingale singing, seduction songs...
The charm value has far exceeded that of the succubus!
"He's so handsome that he can't keep a low profile even if he wants to." Yeats thought shamelessly, "Look for an opportunity to upgrade the rogue profession to a trickster and learn the art of 'disguise'."
Yeats remembered that spring was the misty season, and followers of the Mist Goddess would perform rituals in the fog.
Believers were only allowed to tell the truth during the ceremony, but Yeats was not a believer in the Mist, and he had the "Immaculate Lie" by his side, so he could theoretically lie during the Mist ceremony.
The rosy glow gradually dissipated, revealing petals made of magic. One petal fell into Yeats's hand and turned into a heart-shaped glass bottle of perfume.
"Perfume 'Love Fire': rare. Using this perfume will increase your charm value, and humans who are interested in you will be more likely to fall in love with you."
Yeats was a little surprised.
This is the first time I have been blessed by a material god.
Fine perfume has many uses, and Yeats happily carried it in his robe pocket.
The participants stared at the night sky for a long time, and then their eyes towards Yeats changed again.
"I read that right..." the gypsy girl Sasha said in a daze, "Two gods in a row blessed the Baron?!"
Writer Lalon was so excited that His face turned red, he picked up the small book he carried with him and wrote down his inspirations in the book.
Kandela stood beside Yeats holding a staff, his eyes flickering, and he thought to himself:
"The gods who blessed Yeats have another god of love. He is really popular with the goddess..."
There are traces to this.
It is recorded in the epic poem "The Iliad" that beautiful young men are more likely to be favored by gods.
Dean Richard twirled his beard and said with emotion: "His Excellency the Baron's "Ode to a Nightingale" contains both the art of poetry and the romance of love. It is truly a masterpiece——"
"To be honest, I am looking for a suitable lecturer for the college's poetry department."
Richard's eyes were blazing: "If Your Excellency the Baron is interested, you might as well come to Jianhe University to study for a while. I am willing to pay you a suitable remuneration!"
Yeats was stunned, and looked at Candela. There was also a hint of surprise in the expression of the old man in white robe.
Jianhe University is related to the inheritance of the goddess of magic. Yeats had planned to go there and mused: "I will consider it."
The poem will come to an end.
Yeats was successfully promoted to the second ring poet.
All in all, he has mastered the two new spells of Friendship and Suggestion, and obtained the talent of 'Nightingale Singing Voice', the blessing of 'Wings of the God of Poetry', and a bottle of 'Love Fire' perfume.
This ceremony was undoubtedly a great success, but it is a pity that if we want to hold it again, we have to wait until the Mid-Spring Festival next year.
Among the rewards he received, Yeats was most satisfied with the blessing of the ‘Wings of the God of Poetry’.
You can fly with just two rings! This is simply astonishing, breaking the traditional concept that only extraordinary people with three or more rings can fly!
It is late at night as we bid farewell to all participants.
Yeats returned to the Lord's Mansion and found the couple Irene and Celine waiting here.
“Lord!” Selin’s eyes flickered and he said happily, “In the evening, when Irene and I were admiring the sunset, we suddenly felt the gaze of the God of Love!”
According to Sai Lin Lin said that both he and Irene were promoted to the second level, and when fighting together, they would also have an ability bonus called 'Love Bond'.
Their promotion is equivalent to the improvement of the overall strength of the territory. Yeats nodded with satisfaction... These two have a bond that makes even the succubus admire them, and they deserve to be blessed by the God of Love!
After the beginning of spring, the development of the territory was on the right track. Yeats was going to study abroad for two months. By the way, he obtained the immortality flower on the Witch's Night in May.
While traveling, you can join in the fun at the Mist Festival of Mist Believers and strive to be promoted to the second-level trickster.
Return to the Lord's Hall.
Beside the fireplace, Yeats couldn't help feeling a little relieved as he summarized his wandering life for more than five months.
Successfully survived the cold wave and solved the hidden danger of the ancient white dragon ‘Isidora’. In the future, the power of the cold wave encountered by Chenshuang Ridge will be greatly reduced, which will greatly benefit the development of the territory.
I have grown from a Kuchiki with no talent for cultivation to a second-level extraordinary person. And because I have multiple jobs, I have a great advantage when meeting extraordinary people with a single profession.
Not to mention, he also has a magic pet to provide assistance.
However, Yeats also felt the desire to improve his strength...it is impossible to rely on fellow villagers for help when encountering difficulties.
Compared to the Holy Light forces that have formed deadly feuds and become corrupted, the Hell forces are more like the lawful camp.
After all... if you buy indulgences, it is not clear whether your sins will be alleviated -
You sign a contract with the devil, and the devil will really stand up to you if something goes wrong!
"Seven Hells...Lucifer..." Yeats murmured the information he obtained from the King of the Wild Hunt.
This name sounds like a young boy. If he wants to fight with the Holy Light, Lucifer will definitely be the first to agree!
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Gravel tundra.
The sky is covered with dark clouds.
Boom!
The troll Ogg and the witch doctor Wall were walking on the Gobi desert full of tumbleweeds. Thunder exploded and a heavy rain was brewing.
Wall was as thin as a rod, with a pair of curled blades on his waist. His blue skin was covered with totems, and he had fangs sticking out of his mouth. He said coldly:
"I want to kill you." Humans and trolls are simply impossible to get rid of. Ogg, neither trolls nor human society can tolerate you."
Ogg was wearing a worn-out armor with scars all over his body, and he showed a hearty smile: " Haha, Ogg is used to it." Wall was silent for a while and said:
"I have told you, unless you can become the King of Trolls, Ogg, there will be no place for you in this world."
"Actually Ogg doesn't matter." Giant The devil said seriously, "Do you want to know why?"
Looking at Ogg with a "Ask me why" look on his face, Wall sighed: "Why?"
Ogg Grinning: "Because Ogg's friends told me - don't be afraid of death."
Thunder and lightning rolled in the sky, and heavy rain fell suddenly. Ogg stood in the heavy rain, opened his arms, let the rain wash over his body, and shouted:
"Only by facing fear can we defeat fear!"
< br>Wo'jin threw a cloak to Ogg, and the cloak fluttered, covering the troll's head, and the cold voice of the witch doctor came.
"Don't get sick, idiot."
*
Honeysuckle fields.
Honeysuckle flutters in the wind.
Grandma Giselle stood next to Little Red Riding Hood, looking at the scenery at the foot of the mountain, and whispered:
"Have you grown taller, Reggie Leif?"
"It seems so." Reggie Leif smiled shyly.
"You have grown taller, but I have become shorter and shorter." Grandma Giselle hunched her back and said with a smile, "It's like the riddle of the Sphinx."
"Hey - Rui Jileif!"
In the distance, the sassy girl Lotta, riding on the back of a reindeer, waved: "Let's go sledding together! Lord Yeats promised to lend me those three guys. !"
"Mother-in-law..." Reggie Leif glanced at Giselle.
Giselle said gently: "Go, just come back before it rains, don't catch a cold..."
Reggie Leif's cheeks were slightly red, and she said softly: "I can no longer catch a cold...I can also help others treat it."
"Haha, yes, you have grown up with these honeysuckle flowers. ." Giselle laughed.
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Forkas sat under the eaves of the stable, knitting a sweater.
The Headless Horseman Kelya stood aside quietly.
Under the stable, Luobo and Youlin were having sex with each other.
"I heard from the young master that you were a powerful knight during your lifetime?" Phocas asked casually.
Kelya nodded silently, holding her head that was about to fall.
"What exactly is the way of chivalry?" Phokas seemed to ask, and then answered to himself, "For me, maybe it means walking to death calmly and without regrets."
"You can't get to Valhalla that way."
"The dead of old age and the sick will go to the underworld, right? Haha." Phokas smiled, "I never worried about this before, but now I am more and more worried."
The two of them fell into each other. Silence, only the sound of knitting sweaters.
Kaelya said:
"Then continue fighting... Even in the underworld, you can continue fighting, and death cannot stop the fighting."
Old age A glimmer of light flashed in the knight's eyes, and thunder exploded above his head. Phokas looked up and murmured:
"The first spring rain this year..."
Outside the town.
Yeats rides on the back of a snow leopard, with a snowy owl hovering above him.
Looking at Herod and Sola who were about to set off, the eloquent Yeats was silent for a long time, holding back his words and said: "Take care."
The red-haired Valkyrie rides on a horse Above, the red cloak rustled, and the scar was imprinted on Yeats's eyes.
"Take care of Yeats, Gray." Hillud said to the dragonborn girl beside Yeats.
Gray nodded vigorously.
Yeats: "I can pretty much take care of Gray."
"Lord Sirud, actually it's still too late for you to stay now..." Sola whispered.
Hilud ignored Sola's words and said:
"I will strive towards the [Sacred Realm], Yeats, and I look forward to seeing you again."
Boom!
Dark clouds rolled in and thunder roared.
"I have to go." Herod glanced at the sky and said softly, "I will treasure your gifts...Goodbye, Yeats."
Yeats After much searching, I couldn't find a suitable farewell word, so I nodded silently.
In an instant.
The heavy rain fell, and the ink color spread between the sky and the earth. The first spring rain irrigated the resurrected things, and branch-shaped thunder and lightning flashed in the clouds.
Hilud held the reins, felt something in his heart, and looked back.
It rained heavily.
The silver-haired boy was soaked all over, his hair was wet from the rain and stained on his forehead.
In his eyes.
Reflection of lightning streaking across the sky.
It's like that gaze igniting lightning.
"Whoever makes his voice shake the world will be silent for a long time——"
Yeats looked directly at the spring thunder, and everything was awakened and deafened:
"Whoever will ignite the lightning will be like a cloud drifting for a long time!"
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Volume 1 [Wandering like a cloud], the end.
(End of this chapter)