Chapter 225 Midsummer Festival, Blessing of the God of Love

An eerie silence fell between Yeats and Daisy.

The extremely beautiful gray-haired goddess had a lazy look on her eyebrows and her mouth corners raised, as if she was quite satisfied with Yeats's reaction.

Ye Zhi's face changed and he said, "Can't we change the ceremony?"

The ceremony for becoming a fourth-ring trickster is to confess to both Gray and Hilde at the same time? This is clearly a ceremony leading to the underworld! Daisy smiled, her beautiful eyes full of teasing, and asked back, "What do you think?"

Yeats said strangely, "Because you think this is very interesting, so you definitely don't agree to change the ceremony."

Daisy smiled even more happily, her eyes curved into beautiful crescents, and she nodded repeatedly:

"You're right. I was originally planning to increase my efforts~"

"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."

Yeats heard the hidden meaning.

I understand. Every time I get promoted to a trickster, Daisy will find ways to make fun of me! It is even harder than climbing the Rainbow Bridge to make the goddess of mist, who is so crazy, give up the idea of ​​watching the show.

Ye Zhi certainly wanted to celebrate the holiday with Gray and Hilde, but if he really confessed to these two people at the same time, it would become a tragic Shura scene!

Countless terrible scenes emerged in Yeats's mind.

The scene of Katsura Kotonoha’s victory seemed to appear before my eyes.

Ye Zhi couldn't help but let out a breath of cold air.

I don't want to be a headless knight! Looking at the tall, thin, gray-haired goddess, Ye Zhi said expressionlessly: "I agree to this ceremony, but there is a condition."

"Oh?" Daisy's eyes lit up, as if she saw a good show starting, and she nodded happily, "What are the conditions? I'll try my best to meet your requirements."

"Next Midsummer Day, bring flowers and come to my grave to see me. It will be a sign of your love," said Yeats.

Daisy laughed so hard that she collapsed.

She placed her arms, as white as snow, on Ye Zhi's shoulders to support her body, holding her belly with one hand and patting Ye Zhi's shoulders with the other.

Yeats looked up at the sky, feeling a faint sadness in his heart.

People do not share the same joys and sorrows; he just thought Daisy was noisy.

After finally stopping her laughter, Daisy coughed twice and said softly, "Think about it, what are the characteristics of a trickster's profession?"

Before Yeats could speak, Daisy said to herself, "It's cunning and cleverness!"

"What could better demonstrate the skills of a trickster than to maintain a balance between two beautiful women with their own unique qualities and escape unscathed?"

Daisy put on a serious look.

Ye Zhi always suspected that she would burst out laughing at the next second.

Daisy spoke very clearly:

"In short, this ceremony is not just because I find it interesting, but for a bigger reason - it's because of you!"

Daisy's eyes were bright, reflecting the handsome silver-haired boy.

"Because of me?" Ye Zhi was surprised.

"That's right, because of you!" Daisy nodded and emphasized, "As long as you can pass this ceremony, it will be enough to prove that you have strong psychological qualities. No matter how big the crisis is in the future, you will definitely be able to stay calm!"

Yeats was moved by this serious nonsense.

Not everyone is qualified to be appeased by the gods' lies.

Although this lie can be seen through at a glance, Daisy, who has the power to deceive, tells such a clumsy lie, which highlights her lovable side.

Goddess of the Mist, lies will only be exposed when faced with something you care about particularly.

Ye Zhi nodded and said, "What you said seems to make sense!"

"Of course. After all, the most important thing for a trickster is to stay calm at all times."

Daisy chanted in a gentle voice: "To borrow your human words - if you have a storm in your heart but a face as calm as a lake, you can become a general of the empire!"

Lorraine's quotations are here.

If Ye Zhi didn't agree, the Mist Goddess would lose her power and laugh out loud.

"Well, what you said seems to make some sense." Ye Zhi sighed, "If the ritual fails, can I still advance by drinking the potion?"

"Of course you can, but that's boring." Daisy said lazily.

Ye Zhi smiled bitterly and said, "Anyway, whether the ceremony succeeds or fails, you will have fun watching it. You should leave a way out for me, the chosen one of God."

Daisy blinked her light grey eyes and nodded slightly: "Okay -"

"I will be watching you from heaven."

She looked serious, stretched out two bent fingers, touched her eyes, then pointed to Yeats, and then showed a charming smile.

Ye Zhi asked, "When I yell for help, will you watch me?"

Daisy smiled and said, "I'll open my eyes wider."

Yeats was speechless and waved to Daisy.

Daisy also waved her hand gently, and her figure was instantly shrouded in mist and disappeared into the moonlit wilderness.

In this dark dream plane, Ye Zhi suddenly heard the clear sound of birds singing.

The moment he realized he was dreaming, his world suddenly fell apart.

When consciousness returned to the body, a gentle voice called out to me:

"My Lord? My Lord, it's time to take a bath and change clothes."

Yeats lay on a velvet mattress so soft that he almost sank into it, then slowly stood up and drew aside the silk curtains on the four-poster brass bed.

Maid Delphinium stood at the end of the bed, holding a silk dress in her hands, her eyes lowered, and for some reason, her cheeks were slightly red.

Ye Zhi yawned. The Roman-style white nightgown on his body was loose and comfortable. The open collar gave him a cool feeling. He said, "There is no need for you to serve me, Delphinium. I can change my clothes by myself."

Delphinium raised her eyes and wanted to say something, but her cheeks became redder. She bent down and put the gorgeous clothes next to the glass mirror, and nodded:

"As you command, my lord."

Click.

The door is closed.

As a high-level extraordinary being, Ye Zhi heard Delphinium's rapid breathing and heartbeat.

He shook his head and stood in front of the floor-length mirror to change his clothes.

The little squirrel jumped out from nowhere, stood in front of the mirror with Ye Zhi, and nodded:

"Very big, Yeats."

Ye Zhi paused while tying his belt, his face full of black lines, and said:

"I'll blast you apart!!"

*Midsummer, the sun is shining.

Laughter and joy flowed freely, and the festive atmosphere enveloped the entire Morning Frost Ridge.

The festival grounds were covered with green grass, children were chasing and playing, and young people were singing and dancing.

Long tables were laid out with fresh fruit and bread, and the air was filled with the aroma of grilled meat, fine wine, and flowers.

Yeats and Phocas stood on a high slope in a field of blooming honeysuckle, overlooking the green meadow beside the river.

"Before I knew it, it has been almost a year since you took office, Master." Fokasi said with some emotion.

Ye Zhi smiled and said, "Why, are you suddenly missing the past?"

Fukas smiled and said, "I just want to say that you have become a high-level strongman in just one year, and have developed the territory to this scale... You have done better than your father."

Ye Zhi smiled and said, "This is all thanks to everyone's help. If it weren't for you, Gray, and Hilde, I wouldn't be able to do it on my own."

"You are too modest, young master." Phocas stared into the distance, with a hint of nostalgia on his resolute profile. "Sometimes I think that you are not the same as the boy I remember..."

Yeats' heart skipped a beat, but he said nothing and just looked out at the scenery quietly with Phocas.

The summer sun was shining brightly, making everything look exceptionally bright. The old man slowly spoke:

"Then I thought, if someone is slowly getting older, then there must be someone who is slowly growing up."

Yeats said: "You are not old, Phocas, you are still a Knight of the Three Rings."

"Thank you, Master. However, the laws of nature cannot be violated." Phocas smiled and said, "I just hope... I can see your wedding sooner. This is the scene I often dream about recently."

"Oh? How many wives did I marry in my dream?" Ye Zhi asked with interest.

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

Phokas shook his head.

Ye Zhi said, "Can't remember?"

Phokas said: "It is countless."

Ye Zhi laughed, patted Fokasse on the shoulder, looked at the lively festival venue, and said:

"Come on, Phocas, let's go dance around the bonfire too!"

"Master, you should maintain your noble demeanor," Phocas said tactfully.

"Sharing joy with the people, this is the demeanor of aristocrats!"

The arrival of the lord at the festival venue immediately caused a sensation in the crowd. Young girls blushed and secretly looked at the young and promising baron, and people gave enthusiastic and excited cheers.

"Praise the Lord!"

"Gods above, Midsummer's Day is honored by you!"

"My Lord, this is my family's aged wine that has been aged for more than ten years! Come and have a taste!"

Yeats had not yet drunk any wine, but he felt already intoxicated by the summer breeze.

Suddenly, Gray, who was wearing a white dress, stepped out from the crowd and stopped them, saying, "Don't drink wine from unknown sources. It might be poisonous!"

Gray still remembers her mission as a guard.

However, Yeats is already immune to all poisons.

He took the wine glass, raised his head and drank the bright red wine in it, then handed the wine glass back to a simple-looking man, smiled and nodded, saying:

“Very good wine.”

The man looked excited and said quickly: "If you like, I will bring you all the wine in my house, Lord!"

Yeats smiled, asked Phocas to give the man some money, and asked Gray to follow him to the quiet river.

The sound of water was gurgling, and the surface of the river was shining with beautiful silver light in the sun, making the girl on the river bank look sparkling, and her white dress was shining as if by magic.

She wore a beautiful straw wreath on her forehead, her eyelids were decorated with shiny pearl powder, and her single ponytail was undone, with her slightly curly brown hair spread over her shoulders.

"What a beautiful dress." Yeats exclaimed, "Gray, where did you get it from?"

Gray was a little upset just now, but now her unhappiness disappeared, and her smile was as bright as a sunflower. She said, "You think it looks good too, right? Hehe... It's a dress that Blueberry wove with magic. She said it was specially prepared for me for Midsummer Festival!"

Ye Zhi nodded and praised again: "Not bad, very beautiful, it is definitely Gray's holiday limited edition gift dress!"

"You're saying weird things again." Gray put her hands behind her back, observing herself in the mirror-like lake, and tucked up her hair beside her ears. She said casually, "Where's Hildreth... Why can't I see her today? Didn't she go on the cruise with you?"

"She and Sora just finished rebuilding the watchtower. They returned to Jiandongbao today and said they would go out again when night falls." Ye Zhi guessed, "Maybe she's catching up on some sleep now."

High-ring people can use cultivation to replace sleep, but long-term lack of sleep will cause mental fatigue. Five-ring extraordinary people need to sleep for a short time at most once every seven days.

"So that's how it is..." Gray nodded and said to herself, "Before tonight, it was just you and me."

As soon as she said it, she felt something was wrong. Her cheeks flushed and she changed the subject abruptly: "By the way, Yeats, what was the gift you mentioned before, which you wanted to give to the god of love?"

By offering gifts to the gods on holy days, festivals, and ceremonies, you may gain new talents and spells, or even receive physical rewards and blessings.

"Well..." Ye Zhi pondered.

"Is it food?" Gray answered quickly.

"Why do you only think about food?" Ye Zhi was speechless.

"Because the food cooked by Yeats is really delicious." Gray said sincerely.

Yeats smiled and replied: "This time, what is offered is not food, but music... Do you want to listen to it?"

Gray asked, "Here?"

Ye Zhi nodded and said, "Well, it's right here, I'll play it for you alone."

Gray looked away, her cheeks flushed quietly, and the sound seemed to come from her nose. She nodded and said, "Hmm..."

Yeats took out the 'Edun's Musical Instrument Brooch', transformed it into the shape of a harpsichord, and pondered for a moment, using inspiration to awaken the remaining memories deep in his mind.

Mendelssohn, Overture to A Midsummer Night's Dream.

The overture is about ten minutes long and is light and nimble, depicting the dance of elves playing in the hazy moonlight.

The piece is known as the first romantic titled concert overture in music history, which fits the theme of Midsummer Night's Night.

Yeats sat down at the harpsichord by the river and tried to communicate with the invisible divinity of love in the realm of creation, offering a prayer: "God of love and beauty, on your holy day, I present to you this prelude, 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 one after another, echoing the passionate dances of people around the campfire not far away.

"It sounds so beautiful..." Gray couldn't help but murmur, "It's like Yeats swallowed a siren into his stomach."

Yeats's forehead jumped... Gray's wonderful metaphor appeared!

The artistic genius actually played a wrong note! Although there are flaws, it is not a big problem. After all, it is Yeats's "original music". If he played it wrong, he could justifiably say that the original music was like this!

The song is over.

The divinity in the realm of creation is like a gentle evening breeze or a lover's hand, gently brushing Yeats's cheek.

"You have received the grace of the God of Love!"

"You have mastered a new blessing!"

Ye Zhi's eyes lit up.

Before, the god of love only gave me a bottle of perfume, but this time he is finally willing to bless me!

"Blessing: Enhanced Senses: Through the blessing of the God of Love, you can enhance your own senses or the senses of a spell target. Physical or psychological feelings will be multiplied by this spell.

You may cast a reversed version of this spell, 'Dulled Senses,' which acts as the reverse effect of this spell."

Ye Zhi: “…”

The proper usage is to match "Blessing·Enhanced Sense" with "Spell·Fear" and "Talent·Thousand Illusion Eyes" to deal tons of psychic damage.

Desensitizing the senses can even be used to reduce inner feelings of fear.

There are too many improper uses! (End of this chapter)