Chapter 563 Morgan Marry Me Today
An hour later.
The two guardians, who looked refreshed, led the three problem children, who looked clear-eyed, out of the house.
Since most goblins don't like to move around during the day, the streets are quite empty.
After walking through a straight gravel road and admiring the unique forest-style buildings of the fairies along the way, the group soon found a spindle-shaped cabin in the southwest corner of the city.
Morgan went up and knocked on the door.
A moment later, a petite figure flapped its wings and rushed out of the room, running straight into Morgan's arms:
"Zhan, when did you come to Orkney? And you didn't even tell me, meow?"
With a cat-like meowing habit, a little pink head rubbed against Morgan's arms, appearing very familiar and friendly.
Morgan patted the little guy's head and explained softly:
"I went to visit my mother-in-law yesterday, so I didn't have time to see you until this morning. Sorry."
"It's not enough to just apologize, you have to compensate!"
The little goblin frowned, put his hands on his waist, and looked unhappy.
Morgan smiled, half squatted down, skillfully stretched out his right hand, and gently scratched the little elf's raised chin.
"Is that so?"
"Hmm, a little to the left, meow. A little to the right. Up, up, it's not strong enough, meow!"
The little goblin gave orders while squinting his eyes in enjoyment.
The tense body stretched out, the two pairs of wings at the back trembled with pleasure, bursts of feline purring came from the chest, and the corners of the lips showed the shape of a cat's mouth, showing that he was enjoying it very much.
This scene made Loen think of humans petting cats.
After a moment, the little fairy opened his eyes with a look of unsatisfied satisfaction, looked at his former close friend, and sighed happily:
"Hehehe, so satisfying, such a wonderful feeling of happiness. So happy to see you, Ash."
"Me too, Habertlot."
Morgan had that same smile on his face as he stroked the goblin's head.
Habetlot is a spinning fairy in Scottish tradition. It is said that it can spin cotton and linen fibers, weave cloth, and cut dresses. It has dragonfly-like wings and is as small as a child. It is a fantasy creature that girls and brides want to see the most.
Because this kind of little fairy is not only an excellent designer and tailor, but also likes to use beautiful girls and brides as models, carefully cutting clothes for them and preparing wedding dresses.
Legend has it that the thread she spins can bring luck. Anyone who wears clothes woven by this little girl will immediately recover their health, be free from illness and disasters in the future, receive mysterious blessings, and have a happy marriage.
And in the days to come, if the girls need help, they can ask the spinning wheel fairies for help. The summoned spinning wheel fairies will do their best to help and take care of the girls and lead them out of the trough.
In a sense, this fairy is the guardian of unmarried girls and brides.
Loen suspects that the fairy tale of Cinderella and the fairy godmother in it were based on this.
At this moment, the weaving fairy Habertlot, who had come to his senses, also noticed the people following Morgan. He looked around with his small red eyes, and finally looked at a man in the team with surprise:
"Zhan! Have you chosen your husband? This guy looks quite promising!"
Morgan was embarrassed when he heard this, and he glared at this demon friend:
"Don't talk nonsense, this is my friend and Vivian's teacher."
"You're not married yet? That's better!"
Habertlot's eyes sparkled, and he seemed even more excited.
"I made several wedding dresses for you, but they have been lying around in the workshop. You refused to wear them before. Now that you have the chance to be a bride, you can try them out!"
"I didn't say I wanted to be a bride."
"What a great bride! She's so light and sparkling, as beautiful as a flower and as dazzling as a bird. How could any girl not like her?"
The weaving fairy, who was suffering from occupational disease, was narrating excitedly while looking up and down at his friend Morgan and commented,
"Look at you. You have the purity of a fairy, the magnificence of a goddess, the mystery of a witch, and you are tall and beautiful. You will be suitable for any style of wedding dress. Come on, follow me into the house and let me help you try it on. I guarantee that you will become the best bride in the world!"
Unable to bear his friend's relentless entanglement, Morgan, who was in a headache, quickly said seriously:
"Habertlot, calm down. We came to you today for something else."
"What?"
"We are looking for a tomb. Have you found any strange areas near Orkney recently?"
"Yes, I do. Besides, I still remember the way to get there."
"Very good, take us there!"
"Of course you can, but you have to agree to one condition first."
Habertlot took the opportunity to propose conditions and looked at Morgan eagerly.
"Become a bride! Try out all the wedding dresses I made!"
"no!"
"Then go find it yourself. If you don't agree, I won't help you."
Seeing Habertlot cross his arms and refuse to cooperate, Morgan had no choice but to compromise.
"Well, after I finish my test, you must take us to that place as soon as possible."
"No problem, meow!"
Habertlot nodded hurriedly, then excitedly pulled Morgan's arm and shouted to Lorne beside him,
"Elbow, follow me into the house!"
"And me?"
Lorne pointed at his nose, a little surprised.
Habertlot put his hands on his waist and answered confidently:
"What else? What kind of bride is there without a groom? You're the only male here. If you don't take charge of selecting the wedding dress, who will?"
Lorne wanted to speak, but Morgan shook his head:
"Forget it, just listen to her. She won't be willing to lead the way unless she's satisfied."
Fairies are such beings, living for pure interest and impulse.
What humans consider to be right and wrong, good and evil, human relationships, and gains and losses do not apply in the world of fairies.
Therefore, even Morgan, who had been friends with Habertlot, had no choice but to submit if he wanted to get the help of the weaving fairy.
Second sister/mother in a wedding dress?
Three problem children followed, also wanting to take the opportunity to feast their eyes.
However, as soon as Habertlot entered the room, he immediately closed the door, opened the small window, and threw out a parchment with characters written on it:
"You three should stay still. Go to the street and buy these things. I will need them later!"
Not only do they not let us look, they also want us to run errands.
The three of them complained in their hearts. Although they were reluctant, they had no choice but to go out and buy things due to the power of their two guardians.
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And at this moment, inside the house.
As soon as Habertlot entered the room, he rushed towards Morgan impatiently.
“Sizzle~!”
Morgan felt a chill on her legs, and then she saw that half of her skirt had been torn off by the textile fairy, exposing a large area of white skin.
Well, very beautiful legs, the kind that can be developed over the years.
In the corner, Lorne commented secretly and admired the beautiful scenery in front of him with the corner of his eye.
Morgan, who had come to his senses, couldn't help but feel angry and looked at his fairy friend with shame and anger:
"Habertlot, what are you doing?"
"Help you change your clothes."
Habertlot answered without hesitation, and then rushed forward again like a wild cat pouncing on its prey, as if intending to strip Morgan naked on the spot.
However, a blue-black magic wand fell from the sky and hit her head hard like whack-a-mole, and the sharp corners almost caused tons of critical damage.
After finally recovering from the dizziness, Habertlot pulled his head out of the floor tiles and rubbed the swollen wound, his tone full of grievance:
"Didn't we agree to try on the wedding dress, meow? How are you going to change if you don't take off all your clothes?"
"Can't I do it myself?"
Morgan snorted in response, then struck his scepter, creating a miniature barrier in the hut, picked up a wedding dress prepared by Habertlot, and walked in.
The wave-like light patterns blocked out the sound and concealed the picture, forcing Loen to regretfully turn his eyes away from appreciating the art.
A moment later, Morgan, who had changed his clothes, walked out of the barrier and showed the results to the two audiences.
This is a standard Celtic-style robe. The main body of the linen fabric is dyed dark red, and the lapels are symmetrically cut to show regularity. The appearance is quite conventional, but it lacks flexibility and fails to highlight Morgan's own unique temperament and beauty.
The two judges standing against the wall examined it for a while and shook their heads at the same time, obviously dissatisfied.
Morgan didn't waste any time, took the new wedding dress, turned around and went into the temporary barrier to try it on again.
However, after trying seven or eight pieces in a row, the two judges gave mediocre responses, and Habertlot was extremely distressed:
"She's so pretty, and her clothes are so nice, why doesn't she look like a bride at all..."
As a textile fairy and the "fairy godmother" in the Cinderella girls' fantasies, Habertlotte has always felt that turning the girls into happy brides is the value of her life and the meaning of her existence.
It would be an incomparable enjoyment for Habertlot to create a suitable wedding dress for his good friend Morgan and watch her walk into the marriage hall.
But after working so hard for so long, all her works ended in failure, which made Habertlot very discouraged, and the dragonfly wings behind her curled up in frustration.
Seeing that the fairy guide wanted to shut himself up, Lorne quickly suggested:
"Maybe it's because of the style. If I change the design, maybe it will work."
"Designing new clothes?"
Upon hearing this, Habertlot's eyes lit up at first, then he lowered his head in frustration.
“It’s not that simple.”
As fairies, they are good at imitation and reproduction, and can create all kinds of gorgeous and complicated things, but they lack the talent of "creation".
Humans are often the best in this regard.
etc!
Isn’t there half of the human race already there?
Moreover, this is the chosen groom!
Habertlot's eyes lit up, and he excitedly pulled Lorne to the spinning wheel:
"How to change it? You try it!"
Loen had the same idea. With the help of the tools on the cutting table and the memory of the wedding dress in his mind, he quickly came up with a drawing and gave it to Habertlot to finish and cut.
Half an hour later, the first revised wedding dress came out.
After Morgan finished changing his clothes in the temporary barrier, he walked back in front of the two judges.
The new wedding dress is a layered linen robe inspired by natural elements, with spiral patterns and three-curved branches hand-embroidered on the collar, symbolizing the cycle of life and tribal ties. The collar is surrounded by a bronze-forged laurel leaf collar, and the drooping tassels are strung with acorns and mistletoe, implying the Druid belief in praying to the Mother Earth. The wide cuffs are woven with undyed wool to create a diamond check pattern, and the pleats are interspersed with indigo and moss green silk threads, echoing the color tradition of Celtic warrior cloaks.
The outer layer of the skirt is covered with translucent tulle, and the interlaced knot pattern on it is derived from the ancient Ogham script. The waist is fixed with a leather belt, and the inlaid amber and turquoise spell out the bride's clan emblem. The headdress is made of ash branches wrapped into a ring, embellished with primroses and fern sprouts collected in early spring, and the silver chain hanging in the hair sways with the dance steps, like the starlight reflected by the stream in the forest. The whole outfit abandons metal nails and is only fixed with bone needles and plant fibers, highlighting the philosophy of Celtic civilization and the coexistence of nature.
The overall harmony washed away Morgan's gloomy feeling and perfectly highlighted her sacred side as a goddess.
“Great, we did it!”
Habertlot cheered excitedly at first, then turned to look at Lorne beside him and exclaimed,
"You are amazing, human."
Luo En smiled modestly, without much surprise in his eyes.
In Greece, Dionysus, the god of wine, is not only the creator of wine, but also the patron of art. He will endow mortals with all kinds of wonderful ideas about art.
Thanks to his own accumulated knowledge and the protection of the Nine Muses and the Three Graces, Loen is more or less an artist.
He can show his talents in various art fields such as food cooking, dance choreography, music design, and clothing cutting.
At this time, Morgan took off his ash wood crown and asked Habertlot with a hum:
"Now, are you satisfied?"
"No, how can one set be enough? At least try another set!"
Habertlot shook his head firmly, and without further ado, he pulled the chief designer beside him and urged him to speed up the work.
Unable to persuade this stubborn little thing, Loen had to design another wedding dress.
This time, he gave up adding Celtic elements and adopted a solution that highlighted the trend.
After a busy period, Morgan, wearing a wedding dress, appeared on stage in a subversive manner. The pure white long dress was like starlight, and the skirt was decorated with ice-like silver lines, symbolizing her bond with the "Inner Sea of Stars". The silver hair under the black gauze crown was like starlight, forming a cold contrast with the blue pupils, implying the dual nature of the British witch and the fairy in the lake. The gun-shaped magic wand she held was also decorated, with thorn rose patterns wrapped around it, and the chain hanging from the tip of the gun turned into a lace ribbon - the weapon that would smash the round table in the future, at this moment, it was both a token of oath and a symbol of authority.
The "sin" of betraying the mission of saving the world condensed into a broken gemstone belt around the waist, and the "punishment" of abandoning the tenderness of motherhood precipitated into the dark red lines of the skirt that dragged on the ground. And when Morgan's fingertips gently stroked the gun, the falling petals were not a blessing, but a kind of loneliness and desolation of walking alone to the end of the world and watching the wounds of all things.
When Morgan stood in front of the two people in this posture, the two judges were almost stunned.
I have to say, Morgan as a witch is even more attractive.
Seeing the two people's reactions, Morgan couldn't help but reveal a hint of pride and satisfaction in the depths of his eyes.
Although she was forced to change clothes, these two pieces of clothing are really nice and she likes them from the bottom of her heart.
After all, whether it is a goddess or a witch, they all have vanity and lack resistance to beautiful things.
"Cough~~"
With a light cough, the two people who were somewhat dazed suddenly woke up.
Habertlot clapped his hands excitedly and announced loudly:
"It looks good, meow, this is the one!"
"So, we can go now?"
Morgan asked quietly, getting back to business.
However, Habertlot shook his head and said:
"Why are you leaving? The wedding hasn't even taken place yet."
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Morgan had an ominous premonition in his heart, and looked at his fairy friend:
"You're going to give me a wedding?"
"Yes, if you put on a wedding dress, of course you have to have a wedding and become a bride. Otherwise, it's just a beautiful dress."
Habertlot answered confidently, then raised his hands on his waist triumphantly.
"Don't worry. I'm a professional in this area. I've already asked the three guys to go out and buy the things needed for the wedding. Now, according to the time, they should be back soon..."
"puff!"
The sharp spear of light grazed Habertlot's cheek and pierced into the wall of the wooden house.
The weaving fairy shuddered with anticipation and asked cautiously:
"You, what are you doing?"
"I've changed my mind. I think it's better to arrest you and torture you to extract a confession."
The British witch in a wedding dress was surrounded by black air, her voice was cold and her eyes were sinister.
The fierce aura was so strong that even the backup groom beside him couldn't help but shrink into the corner.
Sure enough, there is no creature like goblins that doesn't deserve a beating.
Let me make it clear first, you can fight me, but don’t let the blood splash on me.
“Boom!”
Just as the atmosphere in the cabin was tense, a dull explosion came from the street, and a strong blood light flashed in the smoke and dust.
—Bhavanshi?
——Something happened!
Morgan was startled when he sensed the familiar breath. He didn't even bother to use the "Great Memory Restoration Spell" on Habertlot. He jumped out of the cabin and headed straight for the scene of the incident.
(End of this chapter)
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