Chapter 304 The Blessing of the Poet Laureate, God-given Combat Skills
Professions are also distinguished by rarity.
The "Poet Laureate" who must be promoted through rituals is a rare profession in the way of bards.
This profession can be traced back to the ancient Iliad period. Bards created tragedies and comedies at drama festivals to worship the gods. A large number of outstanding playwrights emerged, but only works at drama festivals Only those who stand out in the campaign and win the favor of the muse can complete the promotion ceremony and become the "Poet Laureate".
The trial of the lyre is also essentially a ritual.
While Yeats harvested the legendary lyre, he also received the approval of the Muse and was successfully promoted!
As a rare profession, the poet laureate's professional talent is called "Flawless Heart".
【Talent·Flawless Heart: The greatest performers need an understanding of their own soul and flawless concentration. You use your art to forge an unparalleled steadfastness of mind, and your proficiency in Will saving throws increases to master level, making it easier to enter a state of concentration. 】
Because of this master-level will immunity, the Poet Laureate can resist negative states such as silence, fear, ridicule, etc.
However, "The Immaculate Heart" will be subject to 'Charm' for a longer period of time. The duration of the session may be due to the tendency of concentration to lead to trance.
Of course, the Poet Laureate can rely on a music spell called [Countersuit Suite] to provide auditory and visual shelter for himself and his teammates, thereby resisting emotions such as charm and fear.
Yeats thought to himself, bards can be said to be the profession best at countering magic and control spells, and music spells can also provide benefits to teammates to a great extent.
The new spells mastered after promotion are all related to music spells. There are three songs in total, namely Power Song, March Song, and Swan Elegy.
Compared with motivational songs, the latter focuses on boosting morale, while the former can directly enhance the power of the target through music.
On the one hand, the marching song can speed up the speed, and on the other hand, it can reduce the negative impact of the terrain in areas with harsh environments.
Swan Elegy is a five-ring magic control spell that weakens the enemy's morale through lamentations.
These three spells can cover tens of thousands of mortal armies. It can be said that every poet laureate is a powerful weapon on the battlefield.
After being promoted to the Five Rings Poet, the power of Yeats's music spells has been comprehensively improved. The spells that he is already good at, such as Enchantment and Requiem, are even more powerful with the blessing of professionalism.
The lyre that I just got has bright tunes and inspiring power, so it is perfect for performing inspirational and power songs.
The goddess of youth obviously noticed the performance of Yeats, the art god, in the trial. At the same time as Yeats was promoted, a beautiful aurora lingered in the sky, gradually turning into the divinity of youth, falling into Yeats Zhi's body.
"Sure enough, I have been blessed with this promotion!"
Yeats's eyes lit up.
Every time you are promoted, you will receive blessings that ordinary people can only hope for.
This is the value of choosing from multiple gods!
[Blessing·Tragedy Infection: You use magic power to weave invisible tragedy and infect a target with sadness. The tragedy will be infected through divinity, and the target does not need to be able to see or hear it. Grief spreads, causing the group unit to cry in sorrow. You can cast the reversed version of this spell, 'Comic Delivery'. 】
[Blessing·Comedy Delivery: You tell a comedy, infect a target with laughter, and spread it nearby. Humor is spread through magic, causing group units to laugh, causing guffaws or dancing symptoms. 】
Yeats nodded with satisfaction.
Next time I will use this blessing to tell jokes from hell!
After browsing the newly acquired abilities on the panel, Yeats remained calm, lowered his head and stroked the lyre, secretly paying attention to the reaction of Medis, the messenger god.
Medis has a treasure called [Wind Rider's Wing Shoes].
Not only can it enhance the flying ability of extraordinary people, but it can even fly with the wind in the underworld where flight is restricted by laws.
Yeats secretly thought:
"Medis should return the winged shoes that I accidentally lost!"
At the same time, Mo Dis winked at the three muses in the lake.
The three muses with different styles glanced at Yeats reluctantly, and then disappeared under the clear lake, leaving only the ripples on the lake.
Everything on Mount Julier was silent.
Medis removed his disguise and appeared as a young boy.
The boy has a healthy wheat complexion and a body as slender as a long-distance runner. He has a gentle smile on his face, and his dark eyes rotate from time to time, looking back and forth at Yeats.
In Medis' view, Yeats not only showed outstanding insight and wisdom in the previous rounds of trials, but also discovered his identity, which is worthy of praise.
As a divine choice for art, Yeats has a profound connection with the God of Light, so it is reasonable for him to be recognized by Lyre.
However, Medis is still a little bit dissatisfied. The God of Deception can't even deceive a human being? This all gave Medis some self-doubt!
"How did you find out my identity?" Medis couldn't help but ask.
"Just think of it as...an intuition." Yeats said.
Medis raised his eyebrows slightly, crossed his arms, and said:
"So, you had this premonition when I met you on the mountaineering road?"
Yeats nodded.
Medis was even more surprised.
It is easy to explain why Yeats had this intuition. The God of Light holds the power of 'prophecy' and has keen intuition and accurate predictions of destiny.
The God of Light once predicted his own death and the arrival of Ragnarok, which caused chaos in the divine world.
But even if a prophecy is made, it is difficult to change the fateful outcome. The God of Light fell under the mistletoe, and there are very few traces of him in the world.
The handsome shepherd boy looked deeply at Yeats.
Immediately, Medis raised his head and looked up at the sky, tapping his chin lightly with his finger.
In fact, he was divined with the help of astrology and the magic of the prophecy school.
The prophecy school is the most difficult school to master among the many magic schools. There is a legendary spell called the 'Great Prophecy', which even has the extraordinary power to turn effects into causes and words to follow.
Although Medis is the god in charge of the traveler domain, he is also good at prophecy spells. A circle of starlight vaguely appeared in front of his eyes, trying to piece together the picture.
Under Medis' gaze, all these starlights shattered without any valuable clues.
Medis was a little surprised.
Even though he is a being above the holy realm, the result of Yeats's divination is only blank!
Medis became increasingly interested in Yeats.
From the appearance point of view, Medis looks both male and female, slim and delicate, and is a good candidate for women's clothing.
The interested gaze of this "little man" made Yeats a little wary.
Although Yeats didn't have much contact with prophecy magic, he could still sense that Medis had just tried to pry into his own details.
Medius’s position is not yet clear, and Yeats does not dare to expose the Silver Sword to him.
Fortunately, there are many ways to resist the prying eyes of prophecy spells. In addition to the "inconspicuousness" that comes with the Silver Sword, the panel also has corresponding abilities.
Judging from Medis’ expression, Yeats was convinced that Medis did not get the information he wanted, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Medis chuckled and said: "It seems that you do have many secrets... This is also a good thing. Starlight will become dim or even die in front of the sun, and before you can compete with the sun, there will be people like me. Good Samaritan, help you..."
"Help?" Yeats said.
Medis smiled pretending to be mysterious, a faint light appeared in his hand, and a double snake staff appeared.
The double snake staff, consisting of a golden cane engraved with a pair of wings and two snakes wrapped around the cane, is also a symbol of commerce.
The lyre corresponds to the [Music] authority of the God of Light, while the double snake staff corresponds to the [Business] authority of Medis. As long as you get this double snake staff, it means inexhaustible wealth in the world.
Yeats couldn't help but pay more attention to the double snake staff, and thought in his mind:
"There are two gods in charge of business in this world, Medis, and Mammon, the greedy god of hell. , these two people have been fighting openly and secretly for nearly a thousand years to fight for the [Law of the God of Merchant].”
“If you are troubled by the God of Greed in the future, you can use the help of Medis...”
Whenever the great sage encountered monsters on his way to obtain scriptures, he had to go to heaven to bring rescue troops.
Yeats felt that if he encountered the devil in the future, he could rely on favors to get through the difficulties!
Hu——
Medis gently waved the double snake staff, and a breeze suddenly rose in the forest.
This breeze condensed into substance and became a majestic big rooster with colorful feathers, flying wings and falling to the ground from mid-air.
Medis pinched the struggling big cock, chuckled twice, and said:
"I feel sorry that I have added a lot of difficulty to you in the trial. In this way, I will give this treasure to you as my gift to you!"
"Giggle——"< br>
The rooster crowed, and Medis pulled off the two most colorful tail feathers.
Immediately, Medis let the rooster fly. It turned into a breeze and dissipated again, and the two feathers in Medis' hands were shrouded in white light and gradually turned into a pair of grass rings woven from olive branches and leaves.
During the ancient empire, messengers traveling long distances often wore out their shoes and walked barefoot, leaving their soles dripping with blood. They would take olive leaf rings and tie them around their ankles to pray for the blessing of the messenger god.
Medis handed the pair of olive leaf anklets to Yeats.
“When you need it, it can turn into wing boots, add wings to your ankles, and fly in the wind.”
Medis put his hands on his hips and smiled freely:< br>
"Mortals can't see it, so you don't have to worry about attracting covetous people... I believe this treasure can express some of my goodwill!"
Flying props on the Atrium Continent. Relatively rare, [Wind Rider's Wing Boots] can work wonders in aerial combat.
Yeats accepted it generously and expressed his gratitude:
"Thank you, God of Messengers. On your holy day, I will definitely prepare a sumptuous feast for you!"
Medius's The holy festival is held in March and is quite popular in port cities. The favorite offerings are turtles and chickens.
Yeats was thinking, giving Medis a pot of [Overlord Turtle Chicken], why not give Medis a good job of turning his intestines?
Merdis glanced at Yeats and asked, "Are you still a gourmet chef?"
Yeats said modestly: "I know a little bit about it."
"Hey, I'm very knowledgeable about food." Medis smiled and said, "If the gift of food can satisfy me, I will definitely do it." I won’t treat you badly!”
The spread of ingredients and cooking techniques in human civilization is inseparable from commercial trade.
Medis, as the God of Commerce, is also a well-known gourmet among the gods. Looking at Yeats's confident expression, he can't help but feel a sense of expectation.
“It’s a deal.” Yeats smiled and said, “Let me prepare all the ingredients and give you a surprise on Holy Day.”
Medis smiled, glanced at the aurora still flickering in the sky, and thought quietly came to his mind.
“You should know that I am the professional patron saint of [Wandering Poets], and these cosmopolitan poets are used to rough fights in taverns, and are very fond of weapons such as bottles, chairs, and fists. Good at..."
Medis rubbed his chin, rolled his dark eyes, and said with a smile:
"That aurora was a blessing given to you by the goddess of youth, right? I will also give you a piece of divinity!”
Medius also had another purpose, to test whether Yeats was really not affected by the [Divinity Conflict].
Even gods will suffer the backlash caused by divine conflicts. In Yeats, Medius felt the breath of the three gods of magic, youth, and blazing sun at the same time.
‘No more of me is more, let me see how many divinities a human being can accommodate at the same time! ’
Medis not only had the idea of mischief, but also had an extra thought.
‘If anything goes wrong, I will save him again... I don’t want the successor of the lyre to die like this! ’
Yeats naturally accepted all gifts from Medis.
Open the soul realm and accept the [Traveler Divinity] from Medis.
The divinity of the traveler appears in the form of a rooster in the realm of the soul, standing proudly.
Soon, the rooster attracted the attention of a "black hound".
The image of this hound is transformed from the divinity of the Wild Hunt. It is constantly circling the rooster, with the intention of devouring it.
Yeats restrained his inner restlessness, and then calmed down the spirit of the Wild Hunt.
Seeing that Yeats quickly adapted to the traveler's divinity, Medis' eyes flashed with hidden surprise.
Human beings who want to endure divinity are bound to endure severe pain. However, Yeats did not react and mastered this divinity so quickly!
Medis was secretly stunned.
——This human’s physique is really bizarre!
Opening the panel and examining the abilities granted by Medis, Yeats felt in a subtle mood.
You are so stingy, Medis, you are not even willing to give me a blessing!
[God-given combat skill·Poet's Grip: The wandering poet has mastered the secret of weapons through years of brawls in taverns. Any item you are holding can be used as a weapon, and can cause a grapple to the enemy after hitting it. 】
As the patron saint of boxing, the God of Messengers is also a good hand in fights.
It is easy to understand this talent.
Jackie Chan in the Furniture City and the open space are obviously at two levels of combat power, and the 'Combat Skill·Poet's Grip' allows Yeats to pick up a French stick and use it as a weapon.
"This combat skill should obviously be called -" Yeats complained:
"Poet's Hold!"
(End of Chapter)