Chapter 225 Midsummer Day, the Blessing of Love
There was an eerie silence between Yeats and Daisy.
The extremely beautiful gray-haired goddess has a lazy look on her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth are raised, as if she is quite satisfied with Yeats's reaction.
Yeats changed his face and said: "Can't we really change the ceremony?"
The ceremony to be promoted to a fourth-circle magician is to express love to Gray and Hilde at the same time? This is clearly a ritual leading to the underworld!
Daisy smiled, her beautiful eyes full of teasing, and asked: "What do you think?"
Yeats said strangely: "Because you think this is interesting, you must not agree. "It's for the replacement ceremony."
Daisy smiled more cheerfully, her eyes curved into beautiful crescents, and she nodded frequently:
"You got the answer right, I originally wanted to increase the intensity. ~"
"But I also follow the rules." Daisy said with a smile, "The difficulty of the Fourth Ring Ceremony should not be too high, otherwise, there will be no fun in the future."
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Yeats heard something between the lines.
I understand, every time I am promoted to Trickster in the future, Daisy will try to find some fun from me!
It would be even harder to get this mad goddess of the mist to give up the idea of watching a good show than to climb the Rainbow Bridge.
Although Yeats had the idea of celebrating the festival with Gray and Hilde, but if he really confessed to these two people at the same time, it would be a tragic Shura scene!
Countless horrific scenes appeared in Yeats's mind.
In front of his eyes, the picture of Gui Yanye's victory seemed to appear.
Yeats couldn't help but hissed.
I don’t want to be the headless horseman!
Looking at the tall and thin gray-haired goddess, Yeats said expressionlessly:
“I agree to this ceremony, but there is a condition.”
"Oh?" Daisy's beautiful eyes lit up, as if she saw the beginning of a good show, and she nodded happily, "What are the conditions? I will try my best to satisfy you."
"Bring flowers to me on Midsummer's Day next year Look at me in front of the grave, even if you have intentions." Yeats said.
Daisy laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten up.
Her snow lotus-like arms were placed on Yeats's shoulders to support her body. One hand held her belly, and the other hand repeatedly patted Yeats's shoulders.
Yeats looked up at the sky, feeling a touch of sadness in his heart.
The joys and sorrows between people are not the same. He only thinks that Daisy is noisy.
Finally stopping her laughter, Daisy coughed twice and said softly: "Think about it, what are the professional characteristics of a trickster?"
Before Yeats waited, After opening her mouth, Daisy said to herself: "It's cunning and cleverness!"
"What can better embody the skills of a trickster than maintaining a balance between two beauties with their own merits and escaping unharmed?" "Where is it?"
Daisy put on a serious look.
Yeats always suspected that she would burst out laughing the next second.
Daisy spoke eloquently:
"In short, this ceremony is not just because I find it interesting, the bigger reason is--because of you!"
< br>Daisy's eyes were burning, reflecting the handsome silver-haired boy.
“Because of me?” Yeats was surprised.
"That's right, because of you!" Daisy nodded and emphasized, "As long as you can pass this ceremony, it is enough to prove that you have a strong psychological quality. No matter how big a crisis you encounter in the future, you will definitely be able to stay calm!"
Yeats was moved by this serious nonsense.
Not everyone is qualified to be comforted by the gods with a set of lies.
Although this lie can be exposed at a glance, Daisy, who has the power to deceive, tells such a clumsy lie, which highlights her cuteness.
Goddess of Mist, lies will only show up when faced with something of special concern.
Yeats nodded and said: "What you said seems to make sense!"
"Of course, after all, the most important thing for a trickster is to keep calm at all times."
Daisy Mansheng Reciting: "To borrow the words of you humans - with a stormy heart but a calm face like lake water, you can become an imperial general!"
All Lorraine's quotations are here.
If Yeats refuses to agree, the Goddess of Mist will fail and laugh out loud.
"Okay, what you said seems to make some sense." Yeats sighed, "If the ritual fails, can I still be promoted by drinking the magic potion?"
"Yes, yes, I can. But that's very boring." Daisy trailed off lazily.
Yeats smiled bitterly and said: "Anyway, whether the ceremony succeeds or fails, you will have fun watching it. You should leave a way for me, the chosen one, to escape."
Daisy Light Gray His eyes blinked and he nodded slightly: "Okay -"
"I will watch you in the sky."
With a serious look on her face, she stretched out two curved fingers, pretended to dig into her eyes, then gestured to Yeats, and then showed a charming smile.
Yeats said: "When I call for help, will you look at me?"
Daisy smiled and said: "I will open my eyes wider."
Yeats was speechless and waved to Daisy.
Daisy also waved her hand gently, and her figure was instantly enveloped in mist and disappeared into the moonlit wilderness.
In the dark dreamland surrounding him, Yeats suddenly heard the clear chirping of birds.
The moment he realized that he was dreaming, the world around him suddenly fell apart.
The consciousness returned to the body, and a gentle call came from the ear:
"Lord? Lord, it's time to take a morning bath and change clothes."
Yeats lay down Standing on the velvet mattress that was so soft you could sink into it, you slowly stood up and pushed aside the silk curtains on the four-poster brass bed.
Delphinium, the head maid, stood at the end of the bed, holding silk clothes in her hands, her eyes lowered, and for some reason, her cheeks were slightly red.
Yeats yawned. The white Roman-style nightgown on his body was loose and comfortable. The open chest collar felt cool, and he said:
"I don’t need you to serve me, Delphinium. I'll just change my clothes myself."
Delphinium raised her eyes and wanted to say something, but her cheeks turned redder and redder. She bent down and placed her clothes next to the glass mirror, and nodded:
“As you command, Lord.”
Click.
The door is closed.
As a high-level transcendent, Yeats heard the rapid breathing and rapid heartbeat of the delphinium.
He shook his head and stood in front of the floor mirror to change his clothes.
The little squirrel jumped out of nowhere, stood in front of the mirror with Yeats, nodded:
"It's very big, Yeats."
Yeats's hand holding the belt stopped, and his face was covered with black lines, and he said:
"I will blow you away!!"
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The sun is shining brightly on Midsummer Day.
Laughter and laughter flowed freely, and the festive atmosphere enveloped the entire Chenshuang Ridge.
The festival grounds are covered with green grass, children chase and play, and young people sing and dance.
The long table is filled with fresh fruits and bread, and the air is filled with the aroma of barbecue, wine and flowers.
Yeats and Phokas stood on a high slope where a honeysuckle field was in full bloom, overlooking the green grassland beside the river. "Unknowingly, it has been almost a year since you took office, Master." Phokas said with some emotion.
Yeats smiled and said: "Why, are you suddenly nostalgic for the past?"
Forkas smiled and said: "I just want to say that in one year, I became a high-level powerhouse and developed my territory to such a scale. ...You have done even better than your father."
Yeats smiled and said: "Thanks to everyone's help, if it weren't for you, Gray and Xilu. I can't do it alone."
"You are so humble, Master." Fokas looked into the distance, with a trace of recollection on his resolute face, "Sometimes I can. I think you are not the same as the young man in my memory..."
Yeats's heart skipped a beat and he said nothing, quietly overlooking the scenery with Phokas.
The summer sun was shining brightly, shining everything particularly brightly. The old man slowly said:
"I then thought that since some people are aging slowly, then there are always people who are growing up."< br>
Yeats said: "You are not old yet, Phocas, you are still a knight of three rings."
"Thank you, Master, but the laws of nature cannot be violated." Phocas smiled , said, "I just hope... to see your wedding scene earlier. This is what I often dream about recently."
"Oh? In the dream, I married several people. Wife?" Yeats asked with interest.
Phokas shook his head.
Yeats said: "Can't remember clearly?"
Fukas said: "There are countless."
Yeats laughed and patted Fukas. Looking over Si's shoulder, he looked towards the lively festival venue and said:
"Let's go, Phokas, let's dance around the bonfire too!"
"Master, you should maintain your aristocratic demeanor." Forkas said tactfully.
“Having fun with the people, this is how a noble behaves!”
The lord arrived at the festival venue and immediately caused a sensation in the crowd. The girl blushed and secretly looked at the young and promising man. Lord Baron, there are cries of enthusiasm and excitement.
“Praise to the lord!”
“Gods above, Midsummer Festival will be more glorious because of you!”
"Lord, this is my family's aged wine for more than ten years! Try it quickly!"
Yeats hasn't drank yet, but he feels like he is already intoxicated in the summer breeze.
Suddenly, Gray, wearing a white dress, walked out from the crowd and stopped her, saying:
"You cannot drink wine from unknown sources, it may be poisonous!"
< br>Gray still remembers her mission as a guard.
However, Yeats was already immune to all poisons.
He took the wine glass, drank the bright red wine in one gulp, then handed the glass back to a man with a simple face, smiled and nodded:
" Very good wine.”
Man. With excitement on his face, he hurriedly said: "If you like it, I will bring you all the wine at home, Lord!"
Yeats smiled, asked Phokas to reward the man, and then asked Gray followed him and walked together to the quiet river.
The water was murmuring, and the river surface glowed with beautiful silver light in the sun, making the girl by the river shine brightly, and the white dress on her body shone like magic.
She wears a beautiful straw wreath on her forehead, her eyelids are decorated with shiny pearls, her single ponytail is untied, and her slightly curly brown hair is spread on her shoulders.
“What a beautiful dress.” Yeats exclaimed, “Grey, where did you get it?”
Gray was still a little moody just now, but now her unhappiness disappeared and she smiled. As bright as a sunflower, she said:
"You think it looks good too, right? Hehe... It's a dress woven by blueberries with magic. It's said to be specially prepared for me for Midsummer Festival!"
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Yeats nodded and praised again: "Yes, it looks very good. It's just Gray's holiday exclusive gift!"
"You are saying strange things again." Gray put his hands behind his back and looked through the mirror as if Observing himself on the lake, he pulled up his hair beside his ear and said casually, "Where's Hilud...why can't I see her shadow today? Didn't she go on a cruise with you?"
"She and Solagang After completing the reconstruction work of the watchtower, I returned to Jiandong Castle today and said I would go out when night falls. "Yeats guessed, "I may be catching up on sleep now."
High-level people can use cultivation instead. Sleep, but long-term lack of sleep will make you mentally exhausted. Five-ring extraordinary people must sleep for a short period of time at most once every seven days.
"So that's it..." Gray nodded and said to himself, "Before night, it's just you and me."
As soon as she said it, she felt something was wrong, her cheeks turned red, and she changed the subject abruptly: "By the way, Yeats, as you said before, it is a gift to the God of Love. , what is it? "
Offer gifts to gods on holy days, festivals, and ceremonies, and you have a chance to obtain new talents and spells, and even receive physical rewards and blessings.
"Well..." Yeats pondered.
"Is it food?" Gray answered quickly.
"Why are you thinking so much about food?" Yeats was speechless.
"Because the dishes cooked by Yeats are indeed delicious." Gray said sincerely.
Yeats smiled and replied: "This time the offering is not food, but music... Do you want to listen to it?"
Grey said: "Here?"
Yeats nodded and said: "Well, right here, I will play it for you alone."
Gray looked away, her cheeks flushed quietly, her voice seemed to come from her nose, and she nodded: "Well..."
Yeats took out the 'Edon's Musical Instrument Brooch' and transformed it into a harpsichord Shape, ponder for a moment, and use inspiration to awaken the remaining memories deep in your mind.
Mendelssohn, Overture to A Midsummer Night's Dream.
The overture is about ten minutes long, light and dexterous, depicting the dance of elves swimming under the dim moonlight.
This piece is known as the first romantic title concert overture in the history of music, and it fits the theme of Midsummer Night.
Yeats sat down by the harpsichord by the river, tried to communicate with the invisible God of Love in the realm of creation, and offered a prayer:
"God of love and beauty, on your holy day , I present to you this overture, called "A Midsummer Night's Dream."
In an instant, cheerful and lively notes poured out.
Gray recalled many things, and those memories were all related to dance. Memories of the dances of witches and ghosts came to mind one after another, echoing the enthusiastic dance of people around a bonfire not far away.
"It sounds so good..." Gray couldn't help but murmur, "It's like Yeats swallowed a siren into his stomach."
Yeats's forehead jumped... Grey's wonderful metaphor appeared!
The divine artistic choice actually played a wrong note because of this!
Although there are flaws, it is not a big problem. After all, it is Yeats's "original music". If you play it wrong, you can confidently say that the original music is just like that!
The song is over.
The divinity in the realm of creation is like the gentle evening breeze, or like a lover's hand gently brushing Yeats's cheek.
"You have received the favor from the God of Love!"
"You have mastered new blessings!"
Yeats's eyes lit up.
Before, the God of Love only gave me a bottle of perfume, but this time I was finally willing to give him a blessing!
"Blessing·Strengthening of Senses: Through the blessing of the God of Love, you can strengthen your own or a spell target's senses, and the physical or psychological feelings will be multiplied by this spell.
You can cast a reversed version of this spell, dull senses, as the spell's reverse effect. "
Yeats: "..."
Serious usage, "Blessing·Strengthening Sense" combined with "Spell·Fear" and "Talent·Thousand Illusory Eyes" can produce Tons of psychic damage.
Blunting feelings can even be used to reduce inner fear.
Indecent usage... that’s too many!
(End of this chapter)