Chapter 133: Drifting like clouds, igniting lightning (end of this volume)

The night was as dark as water, and when the rays of light symbolizing the miracle of the god of love appeared, they instantly ignited the clouds.

The participants of the poetry reading all looked up, with shock and disbelief on their faces.

The goddess of art has just blessed him, and now the god of love has come to join in the fun? How much do you two love this boy? Perun's eyes were full of disbelief... I have never seen the miracles of the god of love, I can only learn about it indirectly through literature.

However, Yeats's "Ode to a Nightingale" not only received the blessing of the goddess of art, but even the god of love paid attention to it! The aurora and the glow of the sky entangled in the sky for a moment, and finally the glow of the sky broke through the aurora and poured into Yeats' body.

Ye Zhi felt the power of love gradually rising in his body, and felt strange, thinking:

"I think I'm the one chosen by the God of Art... Wouldn't it be a little strange for the God of Love to bless me in front of the Goddess of Art?"

Hearing the pleasant reminder tone ringing in his ears again, Ye Zhi sighed softly.

It has come to this.

I can only see what kind of blessing the god of love gives.

"You have learned a new spell!"

"Spell·Friendship: A first-level spell. It is easier for you to establish friendship with non-hostile creatures you designate. This spell is blessed by the god of love, and its casting effect is improved."

The God-given spell 'Friendship Spell' is an order of magnitude more powerful than the ordinary friendship spell.

Ye Zhi looked at his own dashboard: friendship skills, charm humans, nightingale voice, seduction song...

The charm value has far exceeded that of a succubus!

"He's too handsome, and it's impossible to be low-key." Ye Zhi thought shamelessly, "I should find a chance to upgrade my rogue profession to a trickster and learn the art of 'disguise'."

Yeats remembered that spring was a foggy season, and followers of the goddess of the mist would perform rituals in the fog.

During the ceremony, believers were only allowed to tell the truth, but Yeats was not a believer in the Mist, and he had the "Impeccable Lie" with him, so theoretically he could lie during the Mist ceremony.

The rosy glow gradually dissipated, revealing petals made of magic. One petal after another fell into Yeats's hands and turned into a heart-shaped glass bottle of perfume.

"Perfume 'Love Fire': Rare. Using this perfume will increase your charm, and people who have feelings for you will be more likely to fall in love with you."

Yeats was a little surprised.

This is the first time that one has received blessings from a material deity.

Fine perfume has many uses, and Yeats gladly put this perfume in his robe pocket.

The participants stared at the night sky for a long time, and then their eyes changed again when they looked at Yeats.

"Am I seeing things?" the gypsy girl Sasha said in astonishment. "Two gods have blessed the Baron in a row?!"

The writer Lalong's face flushed with excitement. He picked up the small notebook he carried with him and wrote down his inspiration in the book.

Kendela stood beside Ye Zhi, holding a staff, his eyes flickering, thinking to himself:

"There is now another god of love among the gods who bless Yeats. He is really welcomed by the goddess..."

There are some clues to this.

It is recorded in the epic poem "Iliad" that beautiful young men are more likely to be favored by gods.

Dean Richard stroked his beard and said with emotion: "The Baron's Ode to a Nightingale has 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 burning: "If Your Excellency the Baron is interested, you may come to Jianhe University to study for a while. I am willing to pay you a suitable remuneration!"

Ye Zhi was stunned, and looked at Kendela, and saw a hint of surprise on the expression of the old man in white robe.

Jianhe University is related to the inheritance of the Magic Goddess. Ye Zhi originally planned to go there. He pondered and said, "I will consider it."

The poem will come to an end.

Yeats successfully advanced to the second-ring poet position.

After totaling it all, he had learned two new spells, the art of friendship and the art of suggestion, and obtained the talent of 'Nightingale Voice', the blessing of 'Wings of the Goddess of Poetry', and a bottle of 'Fire of Love' perfume.

The ceremony was undoubtedly a great success, but unfortunately it would have to wait until the Mid-Spring Festival next year before it could be held again.

Among all the rewards Yeats received, the one he was most satisfied with was the blessing of the "Wings of the God of Poetry".

You can fly with just two rings! This is simply shocking, breaking the traditional concept that only those with three rings or above can fly!

It was already late at night when we said farewell to all the participants.

Ye Zhi returned to the lord's mansion and found the couple Irene and Serin waiting there.

"My Lord!" Serin said happily, his eyes sparkling. "In the evening, when Irene and I were admiring the sunset, we suddenly felt the gaze of the god of love!"

According to Serin, both he and Irene have been promoted to the second ring, and when they work together, they will have an ability bonus called "Love Bond".

Their promotion is equivalent to the improvement of the overall strength of the territory. Ye Zhi nodded with satisfaction... These two have a bond that even succubi admire, and they deserve the blessing of the god of love!

After the beginning of spring, the development of the territory was on the right track. Ye Zhi prepared to go out for study for two months and obtain the immortal flower during the Witch Night in May.

During the journey, you can go to the Mist Festival of the Mist Followers to join in the fun and strive to be promoted to a second-ring trickster.

Return to the Lord's Hall.

By the fireplace, Yeats summed up his wandering life over the past five months and couldn't help feeling a little relieved.

The cold wave was successfully passed, and the hidden danger of the ancient white dragon 'Isidora' was solved. In the future, the power of the cold wave encountered in Morning Frost Ridge will be greatly reduced, which is greatly beneficial to the development of the territory.

He had grown from a useless person with no talent for cultivation to a second-ring transcendent. And because he had multiple jobs, he had a great advantage when he met transcendents with a single job.

Not to mention, he also has a magical pet to provide assistance.

However, Ye Zhi also felt the desire to improve his strength... It was impossible for him to rely on his fellow villagers for help when he encountered difficulties.

Compared to the corrupt Holy Light forces that have formed a mortal feud, the Hell forces are more like the lawful camp.

After all... it's not clear whether your sins are mitigated when you buy indulgences -

You signed a contract with the devil, and if something goes wrong, the devil will really take over! "Seven levels of hell... Lucifer..." Ye Zhi muttered the information he got from the King of the Wild Hunt.

The name sounds like a traitor. If he wants to fight the Holy Light, Lucifer will definitely be the first one to agree! *Gravel Tundra.

The sky was covered with dark clouds.

Boom! The troll Ogg and the witch doctor Wall were walking on the desert covered with tumbleweeds. Thunder roared and a rainstorm was brewing.

Wall was as thin as a pole, with two knives with curled blades on his waist. His blue skin was covered with totems, and he had fangs sticking out of his mouth. He said coldly:

"The humans and trolls who want to kill you are simply inextricable, Ogg, and neither troll nor human society can tolerate you."

Oger was wearing worn-out armor, his body covered with scars, and he smiled brightly: "Haha, Oger is used to it."

Wall was silent for a while, then said:

"I've already told you, unless you can become the king of the trolls, Ogg, there is no place for you in this world."

"Actually, Ogg doesn't care." The troll said seriously, "Do you want to know why?"

Looking at Oger who looked like he was asking "Ask me why?", Wall sighed and asked, "Why?"

Og grinned: "Because Og's friend told me - don't be afraid of death."

Thunder and lightning rolled across the sky, and heavy rain fell. Oger stood in the rain, opened his arms, let the rain wash over his body, and shouted: "Only by facing fear can we defeat fear!"

Vol'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.

Granny Giselle stood beside Little Red Riding Hood, looking at the scenery at the foot of the mountain, and said softly:

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

"Have you grown taller, Ridgelife?"

"It seems so." Ridgelife smiled shyly.

"You've grown taller, but I've gotten shorter." Grandma Giselle hunched over and smiled, "Just like the riddle of the Sphinx."

"Hey--Regilev!"

In the distance, Lotta, a dashing girl riding on a reindeer, waved: "Let's go sledding together! Master Yeats has agreed to lend me those three guys!"

"Mother-in-law..." Ridgelife glanced at Giselle.

Giselle said gently: "Go ahead, just come back before it rains, don't catch a cold..."

Ridgelife's cheeks flushed slightly as she said softly, "I no longer catch colds... and can even help treat others."

"Haha, yes, you grew up with these honeysuckle flowers." Gisele laughed.

*Phocas sat under the eaves of the stable, knitting a sweater.

The Headless Knight Kylia stood quietly by.

Under the stable, Luobo and Youlin were being affectionate with each other.

"I heard from the master that you were a powerful knight when you were alive?" Phocas asked casually.

Kailya nodded silently, holding her head which was about to fall off.

"What exactly is the way of chivalry?" Phocas seemed to ask, but then answered on his own, "For me, perhaps it is to die peacefully and without regrets."

"You can't go to Valhalla that way."

"Those who die of old age or illness go to the underworld, right? Hehe." Phocas smiled. "I never worried about this before, but now I am more worried."

Silence fell between the two of them, with the only sound being the rustling of knitting.

Kylia says:

"Then continue to fight... Even if you go to the underworld, you can continue to fight. Death cannot stop the fight."

A glimmer flashed in the old knight's eyes. Thunder exploded above his head. Phocas looked up and murmured:

"This year's first spring rain..."

Outside town.

Yeats rode on the back of a snow leopard with a snowy owl hovering above his head.

Looking at Hilde and Sora who were about to set off, Ye Zhi, who was good at speaking, was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Take care."

The red-haired Valkyrie rode on a horse, her red cloak fluttering, and the scar was imprinted in Yeats's eyes.

"Take good care of Yezhi, Gray." Hildre said to the dragon girl beside Yezhi.

Gray nodded vigorously.

Yeats: "I am more or less taking care of Gray."

"Lord Hildreth, it's not too late for you to stay now..." Sora whispered.

Hildre ignored Sora's words and said:

"I will strive towards the Holy Land, Ye Zhi, and look forward to seeing you again."

Boom! Dark clouds rolled in and thunder rumbled.

"I have to go." Hildreth glanced at the sky and said softly, "I will treasure your gift... Goodbye, Yeats."

Yeats racked his brains but couldn't find the right farewell words, so he nodded silently.

In an instant.

Heavy rain fell, and the ink color spread between the sky and the earth. The first spring rain irrigated all the reviving things, and branch-like lightning flashed in the clouds.

Hildreda held the reins, feeling something in her heart, and looked back.

It rained heavily.

The silver-haired boy was soaked all over, his hair was wet from the rain and stuck to his forehead.

In his eyes.

Reflecting the lightning that streaks across the sky.

It was like that gaze that ignited lightning.

"Whoever will eventually shake the world with his voice, will remain silent for a long time——"

Yeats stared at the spring thunder, awakening all things, and awakening the deaf:

"Whoever will eventually ignite lightning must wander like a cloud for a long time!"

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Volume 1 [Drifting Like a Cloud], end.

(End of this chapter)