Chapter 305: The Ceremony of Sainthood, Lyra Lira, Returning Fully Fulfilled
With the blessing of god-given combat skills, Yeats's fighting ability has also greatly improved.
Clenched his five fingers into a fist, Yeats secretly thought.
It’s hard, the poet’s fist is hard!
“Now that Lyre has recognized you, it’s time for me to leave.”
The handsome young man put his hands behind his head and rested his arms on his head. His dark eyes were slightly bright, and he said with a hidden smile:
"You have to know that I first invented this piano. If you don't make good use of it, , I will take it back."
Yeats rubbed his fingers against the golden body of the lyre, and said in a deep voice:
"The lyre in my hand is not there yet. Restore its original strength?”
Medis looked at Yeats in surprise, nodded:
"As a mortal, your insight cannot be said to be sharp!"
"The current lyre is an instrument of the same level as the flute of the faun in your hand..."
Mo Dis looked at the lyre in Yeats's hand. The laurel wood body curved on both sides resembles a curved neck of a swan, with seven golden strings connected to the tortoise shell. There was a hint of nostalgia in Medis' eyes.
“A long time ago, when the God of Light used this instrument to compete with the God of Shepherd in musical performance, this lyre could flow out brighter music... At that time, it was also called [Heaven] Qin Lila]."
"And now, Tianqin is covered in dust."
Medis looked a little helpless, put his hands on his hips, lowered his head and sighed:
"After all, his master is no longer here, and it is inevitable that his divine power will dissipate."
Lyra Lila, Legendary Astrology The constellation Lyra is named after it.
Pan's Flute is an epic musical instrument, and Lyra's is even better.
Like Yeats's Silver Sword and Medis's Double Snake Staff, it is a legendary sacred object.
Legendary objects have great blessings for gods. Yeats couldn't help but feel a sense of hope and said:
"Then how can we restore the power of the lyre and let it become the lyra again?"
Medis glanced at Yeats, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and said:
"You can upgrade the way of the bard to the holy realm level."
Yeats was slightly startled.
What's the difference between this and letting Benbo Erba kill Tang Monk and his disciples?
“You have to remember, Yeats, there are three ways for mortals to become saints.”
Medis calmed down, showed a serious expression, and stretched out three fingers:
“The first is to temper one’s soul and body, steadily improve, and become holy from matter.”
“The second is to be valued by a god in the divine realm and be promoted to a higher level. Mortals are demigods and become his vassals.”
"The third type is to use blood, sacred tools, inheritance and other means to give mortals the power to transcend the world and become saints."
Yeats was thoughtful.
The first type is easy to understand. Sanctification of the physical body is often a privilege of knights and warriors.
The second type is about luck and opportunity. Legend has it that the Black Knight was valued by the God of War on the battlefield, and then he was promoted to the God of Strategy.
As for the third type... Gray's bloodline destined her to become a saint in the future, and it would be easier than a human being.
Yeats possesses many sacred instruments, which can provide a lot of assistance on the road to sainthood.
“Since you already possess [Pan’s Flute] and [Lyre] at the same time, it means that you have acquired the power related to music. You can use these two when holding the [Holy Ceremony] in the future. This sacred object will be added to your ritual, thereby opening up the field related to music."
Medis rubbed his chin and said meaningfully:
"At that time, under the baptism of the laws of art. , the lyre can also restore its original glory."
"Enthronement ceremony?"
This was the first time Yeats heard this term, and he wondered: "What is that."
"Whether it is becoming a saint or becoming a god, rituals are required..." Medis spread his hands and said, "You don't It’s normal to know. After all, the connection between the Rainbow Bridge and the Atrium is declining day by day. It is actually more difficult for ordinary people to become transcendent and holy than it was in the old era.”
Yeats couldn’t help but feel a strong desire for knowledge, and said. :
“What are the specific steps of the sanctification ceremony?”
There are very few records on the Zhongting Continent about how to become a saint.
The reason why Candela became the first Sanctuary in the Atrium in the original plot was also due to his heritage as a Watcher and absorbing the wisdom of many legendary mages, whose knowledge cannot be disclosed to the outside world.
Now, you can ask Medis for advice, and Yeats naturally refused to let go of this precious opportunity.
Medis shook his head and said lazily:
“It’s not that I don’t want to say it, but there are many kinds of rituals for becoming a saint. For example, Hercules, the Hercules, passed through After completing the [Twelve Trials] and hunting down incredible monsters such as the Hydra and the Nemean Lion, the Holy Realm was achieved.”
“The ceremony of becoming a saint is a step from the mortal world. Entering the holy realm is a crucial step... As far as I know, if a bard wants to become a saint, one way is to go down to the underworld, play music all the way from the palace of death, and impress the judges, hell dogs, The boatman of the Styx and the headless general finally left the gate of the underworld and could not look back. "
"This kind of ritual should be relatively easy for you."
Medis glanced at Yeats and said in a subtle tone: "After all, you are so familiar with the road to the underworld."
How to go to the underworld is another huge problem.
Right now, I am only in the fifth ring, and I am still a long way from the seventh-ring sanctuary, so I am not in a hurry.
It is worth mentioning that a god can control multiple areas at the same time. The same domain may be controlled by multiple gods at the same time.
He has three major career paths and is expected to open up three major fields in the future.
Yeats silently took note of Medis' suggestion and said:
"In addition to being promoted to the Holy Realm, is there any way to restore the light to the lyre?"
"I do have the power to grant it the liberation of its true name, but there is a limit to the number of times."
Medis placed his cane lightly on his temples and thought:
"In the material realm, if you can hunt down an imperial monster with a turtle shell, find the flowers of the laurel sacred tree, and dedicate these two sacred objects to me... I can temporarily restore the lyre."
Got it, Lyra Lira experience card.
Yeats slandered.
The flowers of the sacred laurel tree are quite simple. I remember that there is a sacred laurel tree in the Temple of Youth that has survived from the old era and is a sacred object of the temple.
As for the emperor-level monster with a turtle shell?
The emperor-level monsters are like beasts that protect the country. I am not tired of living to get into trouble with the emperor-level monsters!
“Thank you for your suggestion.” Yeats said politely, “I will build your temple in the territory and give you offerings on the holy festival.”
Medis smiled slightly He smiled and said:
“I don’t like temples, just build a lighthouse named after me!”
Medis seemed to have insight into Yeats’s thoughts, holding his arms, The double snake staff in his hands shone with golden light.
"In return, I will protect your port as the God of Commerce... By the way, after you build my lighthouse, don't build the Poseidon Temple anymore." Medis added, "Poseidon is more cautious. Don’t like to share beliefs with other gods.”
A city-state usually worships at most one god.
The main city of Morningfrost Ridge is dedicated to Tyr, the god of justice, and the Winter Temple, the founder of the snowy forest area;
Whitefish Harbor is suitable for worshiping Medis, the god of commerce.
Because Medis has the authority to resolve disputes, under his protection, business cooperation will become more frequent.
The advantage of worshiping the Poseidon lies in the calmness of the port. Baron Crane built a Poseidon Temple in Silver Harbor.
But Poseidon Temple did not dare to be built randomly. Yeats was afraid that he had a way to die. "If you want to leave Mount Julier, just play the lyre to dispel the illusion of the trial place."
Medis smiled and said:
"Then See you next time, Yeats!”
A breeze blew up from the top of the mountain. Medis stepped on the ground with his bare feet, and a pair of wings appeared on his ankles. Immediately, Medis flew up on the wind, waved to Yeats, and disappeared lightly into the blue sky.
Medis’ control over the wind element is definitely one of the best among the gods.
Even with Yeats's slow elemental perception, he can also realize that in the realm of creation, the concentration of the remaining wind element alone has reached an astonishing level.
Yeats put away his lyre and looked at the [Wind Rider's Wing Boots] gifted by Medis in his palm. These pair of emerald green anklets woven from olive branches and leaves only need to be worn on the ankles. , and by injecting mana when necessary, you can display superb flying skills like Medis.
As a reward for a hidden task in the trial, the value of this treasure cannot be measured by ordinary wealth.
Yeats couldn't help but smile.
Not only did he gain the [Lyre] and [Wind Rider's Wing Boots] at the same time, he also made breakthrough progress in his career and became the five-ring "Poet Laureate".
More importantly, the advice Medis gave on the 'Enthronement Ceremony' is extremely valuable information even for the Sixth Ring Master.
This trip was really fruitful!
The happy mood did not last long, Yeats immediately became worried.
"Now the knight profession and the bard profession have been promoted to the fifth level, and only the trickster profession is left."
Yeats looked up at the clear sky, feeling nervous in his heart, and murmured:
"I don't know what kind of trial Daisy will be given this time. I hope it can be simpler..."
But Yeats knew in his heart that Daisy would definitely give a trial as difficult as hell in order to watch the show. .
Considering that Daisy had helped him many times, even if the content of this trial was to go to hell, Yeats could only grit his teeth and accept it.
"Don't worry, you are the Goddess of the Mist's chosen one after all."
Diamond comforted:
"Even if you can't complete the trial, as long as you can survive, for example, stand on your head while standing on your head. Play the lyre, and I believe the goddess of mist will also let you pass!"
Yeats: "..."
You obviously want to see it!
There is actually an allusion to the saying "drilling teeth".
Legend has it that the God of Light and the God Pan competed with each other on musical instruments, with no distinction between them. The God of Light proposed to continue playing in an inverted position, and God Pan agreed. The lyre can be plucked while standing upside down, but the pan flute is difficult to play. In this way, the God of Light won the contest.
I always feel that even the God of Light has a crooked side.
Yeats shook his head, took out his lyre, and played the "Countersuit" to break the illusion.
The outside world.
Next to an ancient stone tablet with carved runes.
The blind priestess Hebe stood quietly, motionless, watching the stone tablet.
"You have been standing for almost four hours without moving, Mr. Hebe." Gray persuaded:
"You'd better rest for a while, Yeats, he will definitely be able to pass. Trial!
“Are you so sure? "Hebe said softly.
Gray smiled and said: "Because I believe in him, just like he believes in me!"
The priest wearing a silver eyepatch seemed to be lost in thought, and then the corners of his mouth under the eyepatch slightly raised.
"That's what you said... Your Excellency Yeats is trustworthy."
At this time.
The stele emits soft golden light, the runes on it flow like water waves, and the surface of the stele becomes as transparent as a water curtain.
From the water curtain, a tall and handsome figure dressed in white walked out, holding a beautiful and exquisite lyre, with a noble temperament, like a beautiful young man walking out of a classical oil painting.
Hebe was stunned, with a hint of trembling in his voice:
“Is this... the lyre of the God of Light?”
The lyre is not just the god of light. The symbol of God is also the sacred object of the Youth Sect.
Now that the sacred object has been seen again, Hebe can't help but feel a little excited.
Yeats plucked the lyre at random. The sweet notes have their own magic, and even the fierce beasts will be tamed by the music. Yeats smiled and said:
"Thank you for your guidance, Hebe, so that I can get this legendary lyre!"
Hebe could not calm down.
Your Excellency Yeats obtained this lyre, which means that he passed this trial and received the musical inheritance of the God of Light!
Art God Selection is already a leader in the field of music.
And with the current musical attainments of Lord Yeats, there is no one in the entire Zhongting Continent who can compare with him!
Hebe's lips moved slightly, and even under the cover of the silver eye mask, her expression could still be seen.
"Congratulations, Your Excellency Yeats." Hebei nodded deeply and said, "You are the genius poet who is destined to inherit the lyre according to the prophecy of the goddess of youth!"
"I What are you talking about?" Gray said with a smile, "It's not a problem for him at all!"
"I am sincerely happy for you..." Hebe spoke quickly and exhaled piously, "I have to go back to the temple and pray to her in front of the statue of the goddess of youth. I believe she will definitely bless you!"
Yeats could understand Hebe's mood and smiled:
"If you return to the temple, please do me a favor..."
Yeats will need "the flowers of the laurel sacred tree" "The matter was expressed to Hebe, and the latter readily agreed and said that he would dedicate it to His Excellency the God of Choice the next time they meet.
The flower of the sacred laurel tree is related to restoring the lyre to the legendary level. Although it is difficult to find the turtle shell of the imperial level monster, it is right to get this flower first to prepare for a rainy day.
Sunset at dusk.
Yeats and three men camped at the foot of Mount Julier.
The mountain stream is clear, fish are swimming and shrimps are playing, Yeats is so itchy that he takes out the fishing rod from the space bag.
Gray looked curiously at Yeats, who was attentive, and said: "Did you catch it?"
Yeats's face was full of black lines, and he said: "The bottom is hanging... It's not a big problem. Wait for me to use the lyre!”
Grey:?
Yeats played a cheerful new tune on his lyre.
This music spell called 'Incitment' can stir up fast music and affect the emotions and minds of creatures. In addition to providing movement speed gain, it also has many wonderful uses... such as " Fried fish”.
The salmon rushed to the shore and were taken into the fish bucket one by one by the snow leopard.
Gray looked at the bucket full of lively salmon, then at the lyre in Yeats's hand, and blinked.
"Yeats, this is much easier to use than a fishing rod!"
(End of this chapter)