Chapter 131 Promotion Ceremony, Mid-Spring Poetry Festival (Two in One)
The spring weather is warm, the morning frost has melted, the villages and towns at the foot of the mountain are bathed in warm sunshine, and smoke from cooking fires is rising.
Lord's Garden.
The snow leopard was sitting next to a bush of violets, holding up its long tail. A butterfly landed on its nose, but it squinted its eyes and let the butterfly go without interest.
"Ever since the Winter Temple collapsed, the snow leopard has looked listless."
Gray crossed her arms and sighed, "I can understand it."
During the Apostle incident, the guardian beast of the Winter Temple died due to Remiel's attack, and Ye Zhi was also sad about this.
However, legend has it that the souls of the fallen warriors will be led to the heavenly place, Valhalla.
The heroic spirits will continue to fight in Valhalla until the end of the world... In other words, their souls will not dissipate, so there is a possibility of seeing each other again.
The white-robed wizard leaned on his staff and walked slowly beside Ye Zhi, murmured, "I once saw the guardian beast snow leopard in the Wild Hunt army, but I am not sure what method the King of the Wild Hunt used to take the snow leopard away."
"Oh no!" Gray said in astonishment, "Was the snow leopard kidnapped by the King of the Wild Hunt and made into food?"
Ye Zhi: “…”
If you can talk, please talk more, Grey.
Immediately, Yeats thought to himself.
'But why did the snow leopard become the wild hunt?'
'Is there a connection between the Wild Hunt and Valhalla?'
That being said, the Wild Hunt and Heroic Elves do have many similarities.
Regardless of whether he is the King of the Wild Hunt or the master of Valhalla, in Yeats's previous life legends, they both point to the same god: the god-king Odin.
Odin is not explicitly mentioned in Phantom Wings, but it cannot be ruled out that his existence is deliberately concealed.
Ye Zhi thought of the King of the Wild Hunt, who had clearly proposed to kill seven apostles. He estimated that he had a feud with the Holy Light forces long ago.
Yeats had a way to study the origins of this fellow countryman, which was to start with the life story of the "Great Emperor of Lorraine".
The library of Cambrian University contains many precious historical materials about Lorraine, which was one of the main reasons why Yeats decided to go there to study.
"Take the sandwich I made and feed it to him."
Facing the depressed snow leopard, Yeats gave advice.
"What's a sandwich?" Gray asked curiously.
"A new food I invented." Ye Zhi said calmly, "I plan to promote it to the whole continent."
There were no sandwiches in the Middle Ages. Sandwiches did not appear until the 17th century and were quite simple to make. Yeats promoted it for fame and to strengthen the reputation of Morning Frost Ridge as a "food paradise".
at the moment.
The most urgent task is to prepare for promotion to the second-ring bard.
There are three main ways to advance your career: rituals, potions, and prayers.
In fact, the ultimate purpose of "ritual" and "prayer" is to pray for the attention of gods in order to gain the power of promotion, but prayer is a daily routine, while ritual is an activity.
The exclusive festival of the gods belongs to the category of rituals in itself, so the probability of extraordinary people getting promoted on the holy festival will be greatly increased.
Potions are easier to understand. By drinking potions made from specific ingredients and fully digesting the potion's power, you can advance and gain new abilities based on the potion type.
The most famous potion for a bard to be promoted to the second ring is the Nightingale Potion, which is made by mixing nightingale feathers, dew, wild rose thorns, and tuberose liquid. Only a potion master at the mastery level or above can make a qualified Nightingale Potion.
The taste is not bad, and compared to the 'fermented herring meat' required for sailors to advance in their careers, it can be said to be quite delicious.
After a bard advances through the [Nightingale Potion], he or she can gain the fixed talent [Nightingale Voice], which can make sound spells more powerful and the voice more beautiful.
"Promotion potions are often in short supply. I can make Nightingale-related promotion dishes myself, but I lack the ingredients."
Yeats thought to himself, “It would be better to hold a ceremony in the territory and offer poetry to the goddess of art and youth to get promoted.”
The most common type of ceremony for the Goddess of Youth is the [Poetry Meeting]. The threshold for promotion to the second ring is relatively low, requiring the participation of three or more bards, and using a prop with artistic divinity as a medium.
The larger the scale of the poetry reading, the richer the artistic divinity in the reading, the better the quality of the poetry, and the higher the probability of attracting the attention of the goddess.
Mid-spring is approaching, and Yeats is preparing to hold a small poetry meeting in the territory. He will use the [Musical Instrument Brooch of the Goddess Idun] as the medium of the ceremony, take out 500 gold coins as prizes, and invite bards from all walks of life to participate.
"God's Chosen One naturally has the advantage of career advancement..." Ye Zhi thought to himself, "Even the goddess is one of us, what can she use to compete with me!"
*The news that Morning Frost Ridge was preparing to hold a poetry meeting to celebrate the arrival of spring quickly spread.
Originally, Morning Frost Ridge was located in a remote area and was not well-known. Even if there was a poetry gathering, not many extraordinary people would come.
But after surviving the cold wave in Morning Frost Ridge, Ye Zhi's management ability and the foundation of the territory have been proven, and many extraordinary people came to watch out of curiosity.
After Thomas acquired Wick Port, he waved his hand and allowed navigation between Wick Port and Whitefish Port. From then on, there was no need to pass through White Night City, and one could take the sea route to reach Morning Frost Ridge outside the pass.
Half a month passed in a flash, during which time bards arrived at Morning Frost Ridge one after another.
at the same time.
Sora returned from Windmill County with a reward of 500 gold coins from Big Fang Meta. He placed the full purse on Ye Zhi's desk and said with a smile:
"The baron named Beno originally planned to refuse to pay me. I wasted three days in Windmill County. But when the news came that the carrier pigeon had taken Morning Frost Ridge through the cold wave, he immediately paid me!"
Ye Zhi smiled slightly, and then said: "Hilde has been waiting for you to come back. He must have something important to discuss with you."
"I've seen her just now." Sora's tone darkened. "I didn't expect that she would be so seriously injured... She has something else to ask me to discuss with you."
Ye Zhi had a premonition and sighed, "Let her come and tell me in person."
Sora walked down the street, silently thinking about saying goodbye.
The whole street is bathed in the joy of the Mid-Spring Festival. Many bards have come to the territory recently. It is said that even the dean of the Poets Academy of Jianhe University has come to collect folk songs.
A handsome elf in a long red robe, carrying a lyre on his back, walked with a middle-aged man with a curly beard and a graceful temperament. He said proudly:
"Dean Richard, I lost to the chosen one by the God of Art, which is enough to prove my artistic talent—"
The middle-aged man, dressed elegantly and stroking his upturned beard, changed the subject and said, "It's the first time I've seen sandwiches sold in a pub. It seems to be the invention of Baron Yeats..."
Perron muttered to himself: "So, as long as you are willing to guarantee my masterpiece and let me publish it, I guarantee that you will be remembered for generations!"
Richard coughed lightly and interrupted again, saying, "You still haven't told me who the Chosen One of Art is."
"This... you won't believe it even if I tell you..."
When Perun hesitated, he caught a glimpse of the Asian dragon man. He was stunned for a while, and his eyes sparkled.
Sora's face turned pale with anger, and he drew out his sword with a clang.
Perron waved his hand calmly and said:
"Please don't misunderstand me. The love between you and me is like the stars last night. I have fallen in love with someone else. Let the past drift away like smoke."
Richard looked around at Perron and the Asian dragon man who walked away with a cold snort, and said in a respectful tone: "Sir Perron, you are really a man of character."
Perron smiled and said, "I have already lost to Baron Yeats once. This time, I will definitely avenge my previous defeat in this poetry stanza!"
Dean Richard's eyes flashed with surprise, and he said calmly: "So, the Art Chosen One you mentioned before is the Baron of Morning Frost Ridge?"
Perron nodded and smiled, "If Baron Yeats personally attends the poetry reading this time, two more masterpieces will be born!"
"Aren't there one poem per person? Why two?" Richard was puzzled.
Perron said proudly: "One masterpiece is his Yeats's, and the other masterpiece is, of course, mine!"
Richard twirled his beard and thought to himself... This poetry reading seemed like a promotion ceremony specially prepared by Baron Yeats.
However, if his poems did not satisfy the goddess of art, all his hard work would be in vain.
"A masterpiece?" Dean Richard smiled.
Please...collect 6...9...books...!
"Let me look forward to your masterpiece!"
On the high ground west of Morning Frost Ridge, blooming honeysuckle swayed in the breeze.
The snowy owl flapped its wings and looked down at the entire territory from a high altitude. Its yellow pupils reflected Yeats and Kendara, who were traveling together, and they swooped down quickly.
Yeats raised his arms and caught the falling snowy owl. It yawned sleepily: "Gu!"
Master, I have stayed up so many late nights and finally learned the "Flying Technique"! The flying technique can give oneself and other units the ability to fly for a short period of time. It is extremely difficult to learn, and even a fourth-ring extraordinary person has difficulty mastering it.
Ye Zhi calculated that it took Snow Owl about a month to master this third-level spell.
"How long did it take you to learn how to fly?" Ye Zhi asked, tilting his head.
"I saw the location of the poetry reading." Kendra said lightly.
Under the shade of honeysuckle, the participants of the poetry reading greeted Yeats respectfully.
"It's an honor to meet you, noble Baron. I'm Lalon, a writer living in London, and a poet by profession." The bald man said politely.
"My name is Sasha." A gypsy girl wearing a belly-exposing dance dress, with a bronze waistline, bells hanging around her waist, loose black hair, and a sly smile, "My Lord, I see that you seem to be in need of a fortune teller. Why don't you consider letting me try?"
As she spoke, Sasha grabbed her collar and moved closer to Ye Zhi.
Yeats frowned.
Seeing this, she tactfully stepped aside and said modestly, "I am also a first-class poet. Goddess of Art, I am honored to participate in your poetry meeting."
The Gypsies are a nomadic people spread across the entire continent. They love music and dance, are good at divination, are free-spirited by nature, and are unrestrained even towards the nobility.
Ye Zhi saw a minotaur girl wearing a yellow dress and wearing flowers on her horns. She was surprised and asked, "You...are here to attend the poetry reading too?"
The Minotaur girl said shyly, "No... I am here to accompany Lord Perron."
Perun? The elf whose love transcended race?
Ye Zhi's thoughts flashed, and he saw a handsome elf in a red robe walk out of the crowd, bow gracefully, and say:
"Hello again, Baron."
"You... aren't you pursuing Sora?" Ye Zhi had a blank expression on his face, maintaining his cold temperament, and secretly communicated with Peren through communication techniques.
"That was because I was young and naive." Perron said calmly, "Now I realize that Miss Margot is my true love!"
"No...you can actually do that to the Minotaur?" Ye Zhi said in a strange tone.
Perron said firmly: "As long as there is love, there will be no problem!"
Ye Zhi: “…”
Where is the God of Love? Hurry up and give Perron a chance to be the God of Love! "Baron, will you participate in this poetry reading you are hosting?" Perron asked with a burning gaze.
Seeing Yeats nod, Perron nodded with satisfaction: "That's the best. This time I will definitely write a better poem than you!"
Ye Zhi: “…”
I copied the poems just for promotion, there's no need for you to be discouraged...
After that, Yeats met an unexpected figure, Dean Richard of the School of Poets at Cam University.
Yeats learned from Perron that the cold wave was over, and he had planned to go to the Absolute Mountains to collect folk songs. Coincidentally, a poetry meeting was being held at Morning Frost Ridge, so he participated in it.
Richard was quite surprised to see Kendala next to Yeats, and immediately performed the chest-touching gesture towards Kendala.
Kendra nodded slightly.
"My Lord Baron, how come Master Kandra appears in your territory?" Peren asked curiously.
“He is my teacher.”
"Huh?!" Peren's eyes widened in shock, and he looked back and forth at Yeats and Candela.
Chosen by the gods of art, and a student of the greatest wizard of the time? The value of the second place in the Aurora Poetry Festival is still rising! !
"When you go to study at Jianhe University in the future, Richard may become your dean." Candela said.
Ye Zhi muttered to himself, "A college for poets? I'd be more than capable of being the dean!"
The test questions for the poetry competition will be drawn on the spot. Yeats asked each participant to write down the test questions related to the Mid-Spring Festival on a piece of pottery and put them into a large jar one by one.
Then, Master Kendara, who served as the notary, used levitation to randomly take out a piece of pottery from the large jar.
Two words were clearly written on the pottery: [Nightingale].
Dean Richard was a little surprised: "It seems that I wrote the test questions... But Your Excellency, Baron, does this seem like a trick on my part?"
"It doesn't matter." Ye Zhi said with a smile, "After all, the test questions given by others also have the probability of being selected. It's just the test question you wrote that was selected."
Dean Richard couldn't help but take another look at Yeats.
Perron said seriously: "The nightingale is the sacred bird of the goddess of art, and it is also a common potion for bards. I think this test question can inspire my inspiration!"
Other poets responded and approved of the title.
Yeats was also worried that with two famous poets, Perron and Richard Dean, participating in the competition, there was a small chance that he would fail.
Looking at this test question again, Yeats was almost certain to be promoted to a second-ring poet.
After all, the poem I want to copy is tailor-made for the Nightingale, the sacred bird of the goddess of art. Even the god of love will be fascinated by it! (End of this chapter)