Chapter 565 Teacher, please obey me (6.3k)
A few days later, in the dense forest of the northern border.
Morgan looked at the thick fog ahead and couldn't help but frown.
For several days, they were unable to get out of the area, and the fog around them seemed to be getting thicker.
"Not here yet?" Morgan looked aside.
"It's almost there. It should be around here."
Habertlot, who was leading the way, turned around and answered, then pointed to a dead tree with scratches nearby and added,
"Look, this is the mark I made last time. The direction should be correct."
"When was the last time you came?"
"About two or three months ago."
"That's not right. The speed of decay is too fast."
Loen stepped forward and grabbed, and with his right hand he effortlessly pulled off a large piece of rotten wood from the tree. With a slight pinch of his five fingers, the whole piece of wood scattered like soft and damp cotton wool, like a coffin that had been buried deep underground for a long time.
"Not only that, there's something wrong with this forest and this fog."
Morgan added thoughtfully, then raised his dark blue wand and struck the ground.
Along with the buzzing of magic factors, the blue-green halo spread out like water waves, and the thick fog around was swept away piece by piece, revealing a desolate and dilapidated scene.
The ancient trees that required several people to hug have lost all the leaves that represent vitality. The disordered and slanted branches are waving towards the gray sky in various shapes, like hands desperately grasping and calling for help.
The fallen leaves piled several feet high on the ground gave off the smell of decaying plants, and when the surface was peeled off, white skeletons were scattered everywhere.
Judging from the shape and outline of the bones, there are not only common wild animals such as coyotes, brown bears, reindeers, and bison, but also some magical beasts that cannot be named.
Looking ahead, dense animal skeletons almost covered the entire forest road.
Habertlot was shocked when he saw this:
"What's going on?"
“These woods are dead.”
Morgan replied in a deep voice, looking ahead at the thick fog that had not yet completely dissipated.
"Or something has taken away their vitality."
"Like some kind of carnivorous monster..."
Loen picked up a few white bone fragments from the ground and showed everyone the marks of biting and tearing on them.
"What should we do next? Should we run away?" Vivian asked with a smile, as if she wanted to escape.
Morgan rolled his eyes at his sister who was nothing special except running away and lying, and snorted:
"No need, something is coming to greet us."
Upon hearing this, the two fairy knights, Bagster and Bawanshi, immediately rushed forward, one on the left and one on the right, drew their weapons from their waists, and looked excitedly at the violently swirling fog.
“Roar!”
After a moment, accompanied by the sharp sound of air cutting and the brutal roar of beasts, dozens of flapping shadows, wrapped in a fierce ether storm, smashed the branches along the way and swooped down towards the crowd.
"A wyvern? That's all? Isn't the etiquette of welcoming guests too shabby?"
The hearty and warlike dog-demon laughed arrogantly, holding the fairy sword Carventine, which was dyed red and black, and ignited with blazing flames, sweeping across the air.
In an instant, the etheric flame that was vigorously swung out from the sword quickly swept across the group of two-legged dragons, and the high temperature caused the air to slightly distort.
Boom boom boom boom!
With just this one strike, more than a dozen two-legged flying dragons that swarmed over had their wings destroyed and their scales shattered. They fell from the air and smashed heavily onto the ground.
"Weak! So weak! Ahahahaha!"
At the moment the wyvern fell to the ground, Bagster laughed wildly and rushed forward, dragging the large fairy sword in his hand along the way, plowing the soil, evaporating the moisture, and carving deep grooves on the ground.
Puff puff puff!
In an instant, the sword light was as aggressive as fire. Several two-legged dragons that had strong vitality and tried to struggle after being shot down were pierced through the heart and brain one after another, and their bodies emitted a strange smell of being burned by flames.
It smells so good...
Habertlot sniffed, and a trace of shiny saliva hung from the corner of his mouth.
Ever since she was drafted by Morgan, she has been forced to travel all the time. For several days, she has not even had a full meal.
Yes, it is real meat and a real monster.
At this moment, Loen ruled out the answer of "illusion" from his mind, frowned and looked at the guide beside him:
"Is there a wyvern's nest nearby?"
"No, I didn't see it the last time I came here anyway."
Habertlot wiped his saliva and added,
"The forest was still green at that time, and there were many animals and plants. If it weren't for the crazy monsters that kept rushing out of the swamp area and eating people and things, I might have gone in to take a look."
"Then you should be glad you didn't do that."
Loen answered casually, but his gaze towards the distance became slightly more cautious.
Obviously, something happened in the area ahead.
In other words, there was something wrong with the Tomb of Albion they were looking for.
Otherwise, this kind of spirit cave with a self-protection mechanism and movable entrances and exits would not be able to remain in the same place for a long time, and would not be found by accident by a textile fairy.
Just as Loen was lost in thought, a brilliant flash of fire splashed out.
Morgan immediately raised his wand, constructed a defensive spell to block the attack, and looked towards the battlefield with a frown.
Her fairy knight Bagster's body was ablaze with red and black flames, and solid horns grew on his head. His originally clear pair of heterochromatic eyes were now filled with blood and madness.
The large fairy sword slashed down again and again, and its power increased steadily. The dead wyverns around it turned into pools of red and black meat paste and flew in all directions.
Some of it was smeared on Bagst's body and face, and some of it splashed all around, making the scene look bloody and cruel.
Likewise, Bawanshi on the other side wasn’t much better.
The bloody whip was waving wildly in all directions, and the thorn-like spikes extending from the whip dismembered several lingering flying dragons. Large amounts of blood poured over Bawanxi's body, making her skin whiter and more translucent, and her expression more excited and crazy.
A pair of deer hooves that had revealed their true form hopped over the fallen carcass of the wyvern, dancing in a pool of blood and flesh, with a "puff puff" sound under their feet that made their teeth ache.
Morgan frowned when he saw this.
The pair of fairy knights under her command did possess extraordinary fighting talents. If they could be trained well, they would eventually become fairy kings at the level of "Great Mother" and possess the strength to compete with ordinary main gods.
But the only drawback is that they also have serious character flaws.
One is a battle maniac who easily loses control and has pica;
The other is a female ghost with a terrible personality who likes to suck blood and cause trouble.
If she, the "mother", is not careful and relaxes her control over them, these two fairy knights may very likely lose control and use their powerful talents to cause a catastrophe that is no less severe than the Wild Hunt.
No wonder fate's prophecy suggests that I need to recruit the three fairy knights to maintain the stability of Britain.
It turns out that they are not only a sword to establish order, but also an inducement to cause disasters.
Only when these three fairy knights are placed under the supervision of her, the Fairy Queen, will Britain be at peace.
Morgan rubbed his sore brows and scolded:
"Now that you have dealt with the enemy, why don't you stop? Look at what has become of you two?"
As the cold voice reached their ears, Bagst and Bawanshi, who were immersed in the pleasure of sadism on the battlefield, suddenly came to their senses, hurriedly wiped the blood and ashes on their faces, and retreated to their mother Morgan like thieves.
However, the dirt and strong smell of blood on the two men made Morgan frown and he couldn't help but open his mouth to scold again.
"Ahem, it looks like something has happened in the area ahead. It's almost dark now. It would be disadvantageous for us to venture into this unfamiliar environment at night. To be on the safe side, why don't we rest here for a night and explore the situation ahead? We'll continue exploring tomorrow morning when we're fully rested."
Loen coughed lightly and stepped forward to smooth things over.
Morgan nodded and swallowed the reprimand.
In order to find the Tomb of Albion as quickly as possible, they hardly stopped on the road, and their bodies and minds were inevitably a little tired.
And right now, Bagster and Bavanshi seemed to be showing signs of losing control, so it was not appropriate to continue moving forward.
In contrast, Vivian in the team only cared about another issue:
"What are you having for dinner?"
"How about trying roasted dragon meat? I'll cook." said Loen.
Slurp...
Weiwei subconsciously moved her throat, swallowed saliva, and nodded excitedly:
"Okay! It's settled. Let's go collect the ingredients and pick up some firewood nearby!"
As she spoke, she called the two fairy knights, Bagster and Bavanshi, to prepare for the gourmet feast that was about to begin.
This dead nightmare is really good at making jokes.
Lorne shook his head, then cleared a space and prepared to make a fire and prepare food.
Morgan and Habertlot were responsible for setting up camp on the spot and constructing magical spells around it for vigilance and defense.
Soon, bright flames flickered in the darkness, and the pieces of skewered wyvern meat on the turning branches became crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sizzling with oil.
A rich aroma filled the air, and several teammates in the camp followed the smell to the fire, staring at the skewers of grilled meat turning over the fire, their saliva drooling wildly.
Even the proud Morgan couldn't help but feel his appetite aroused by the aroma.
"Okay, let's give it a try."
Taking the stick from Lorne, Morgan took off her veil, opened her cherry lips and took a light bite.
The rich and crispy meat flavor, the perfect amount of juice and the rich layers of seasonings made her eyes light up and she subconsciously lowered her head.
She never thought that food could be a pleasure besides filling the stomach.
Soon, she quickly swallowed the skewers of barbecue in her hand.
For a god with strong digestive ability, this amount would not even be enough to fill his teeth if he did not suppress his appetite.
but……
"Delicious! Woohoo... It's so delicious meow... I want more! Twenty more skewers!"
"Leave the two hind legs on the rack to me!"
"I want a whole one!"
The three fairies, Habertlot, Bavanshi and Bagst, who had just finished a battle, impatiently asked for more food without even taking a breath.
"How is it? I didn't lie to you this time, did I? You'll definitely get what the teacher makes." Vivian boasted proudly on the side, and at the same time, in the name of "helping", she took away the freshly grilled skewers first.
This behavior of eating alone made the other goblins very angry, and they all rushed forward to fight for the food.
Vivian used illusion to escape while protecting the food, and did not forget to turn back and make a few sarcastic remarks. This despicable behavior naturally attracted more intense fights and targeting from the goblins.
Figures were moving around in the camp, shouting, cursing, and begging for mercy were heard everywhere, and a cheerful atmosphere filled the air.
Looking at the people playing and frolicking, Morgan's face, immersed in the night, softened and he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips.
But then, she couldn't help feeling a little melancholy.
There are serious hidden dangers in Bagst and Bavanshi. If they are not handled properly, they will get out of control, and as the queen, I might one day have to fight with my own knights.
At that time, the deeper the bond, the more painful it will be to do it.
"We have completed the work you asked us to do, but where are the things?"
Morgan's thoughts were interrupted by a questioning voice from the side. She turned around and saw Bavanshi and Bagster gathered in front of the fire, reaching out to someone with expectant eyes.
When Loen took out two parchment books and handed them over with a smile, Bawanshi and Bagster flipped through a few pages and immediately felt like they had found a treasure. They returned to their respective tents excitedly.
"What did you give them? So that they don't even eat?"
Morgan was a little surprised.
Luo En flipped the sticks and replied with a faint smile:
"Bagster had the recipes in his hand, and Bavanshi had the designs for the clothes and shoes."
"What's the use of this?"
"Satisfy their interests and give them something to do so that they don't spend all their time thinking about killing people and sucking blood."
Hearing this casual explanation, a bolt of lightning seemed to flash through Morgan's mind.
yes!
Fairies are indeed fantasy creatures that exist for interest and impulse, with a crazy and disordered nature, and can easily be led astray and end up in self-destruction.
But killing, fighting, sucking blood, and torturing others are interests. So are cooking, clothing, crafts, and poetry also interests?
As long as there is enough fun for them to entertain themselves and let them vent their abundant energy, they don't necessarily need to fight and kill all day long and linger on the edge of madness and loss of control.
His thoughts became clearer and clearer, and the cloud of sorrow in Morgan's mind also dissipated. He looked at the figure in front of him as if he had discovered a treasure:
"You are the wisest person I have ever met."
"You're being polite. I just don't want them to be watching me from behind all day and have to sleep with one eye open."
Luo En smiled and joked, not taking any credit for it.
Although he did intend to give Morgan some advice, it was also for the sake of giving himself some peace and quiet.
Ever since Bagster and Bavanshi's night attack on him ended in failure, the two female fairies were not discouraged. Instead, they became more interested in him and wanted to find an opportunity to strip him naked and eat him up.
Of course, one is interested in his blood, and the other is interested in his strength and flesh.
Loen was very annoyed by this and could only try to help the two fairies, Bavanshi and Bagster, develop some normal interests and hobbies to distract their attention and prevent them from following him like nymphos all day long and trying every means to push him down.
After some intelligence gathering and targeted development, he successfully led the two female fairies, Bavanshi and Bagster, onto the right path.
Now, one of them is interested in cooking and is preparing to develop dishes that suit the British taste, while the other has fallen in love with designing clothes and collecting beautiful shoes. She is busy asking Habertlotte how to sew new clothes for her mother Morgan and has no time to go on the trail for the time being.
This made Loen very satisfied, and his nerves, which had always been on guard against sneak attacks, were relieved a lot.
"Here, yours."
A handful of freshly grilled skewers of meat were handed to Morgan, and a smiling face was reflected in the golden firelight.
When Morgan came to his senses, he found that he had unknowingly taken the skewer and started eating it.
I couldn't even resist this temptation, what a shame...
But, it smells really good.
Morgan bit off the last piece of barbecue on the skewer with mixed feelings, turned his head to look at Lorne who was still patiently preparing the meal in front of the fire, and pondered as his thoughts surged:
"When the trip is over, how about coming back with me to the Misty Forest?"
Loen's hands shook and he almost dropped the skewers into the fire.
He suppressed his surprise and asked casually:
"Why did you suddenly think of saying this?"
"Because you're better than I thought."
Morgan paused, looked at the mixed-blood wizard in front of him, and commented seriously,
"Not only are you proficient in magic, swordsmanship, potions, cooking, and literature, you also have a wealth of experience and knowledge. You are an all-rounder who can do everything and knows everything. More importantly, you are used to relying on wisdom rather than force to solve problems. No matter how harsh the environment or how difficult the problem, you always seem to be able to come up with a corresponding strategy, or even the best solution.
I am sure you have sensed that the Celtic Age of Gods has entered its twilight years, with various disasters occurring frequently, and the relationship between the Tuatha de Danann in Ireland and us in Britain is not harmonious. I am in urgent need of a helper who can give me advice, mediate between the various forces, and maintain the survival of the Celtic Age of Gods.
Based on my observations over the past few days and the way you handled the crises in recent times, I feel that you are the person I am looking for.
So, consider it, when this journey is over, join my team and become my knight like Bawanshi and the others, how about that? "
Seeing Morgan's sincere invitation, Lorne, the insider, suddenly felt a headache and could only cough dryly to get through it.
"Forget it. I'm not used to being constrained."
"You can go wherever you want in Britain. No one will restrict you. As long as you are there when I need you, that's enough."
"The Misty Forest is too remote. I can't get used to living there."
"What about Londinium? Or Camelot? I can build you a castle in either place."
"It's too much trouble. I still prefer to walk around."
Hearing the other party repeatedly making excuses to shirk responsibility, Morgan frowned and asked directly:
"Tell me, what do you want? Wealth, power, or godhood? As long as I can do it, I will satisfy you!"
What if I want to annex Celtic?
Luo En sighed inwardly but didn't say anything out loud.
Because he understood that this was an impossible request.
Whether it is Greece, Northern Europe, or Celtic, they have all reached a critical point of life and death. Even if it is a choice between three, he is destined to stand on the opposite side of Celtic.
Seeing that the other party did not answer for a long time, Morgan fell into deep thought.
A person who does not seek wealth, power, or strength, but possesses the talent to shake up the situation...
So what does he want?
Gradually, a hint of doubt and... gloom appeared in Morgan's eyes.
“It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others.”
"?"
"If you want to stand at the top, you must learn to walk independently. I can help you temporarily, but I can't help you forever. Besides, I am used to being lazy and weak, so I can't bear such a heavy responsibility. However, since you sincerely ask me for help, I can't just sit there and watch for the sake of our previous friendship."
Lorne paused and said in a deep voice,
"Well, if you have any questions about mediating disputes, governing a country, or performing magic spells, you can ask me and I will do my best to answer them for you."
"So, you want to teach me—how to think?"
"It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. Compared to being a nanny who takes on too much responsibility, I prefer to be a teacher who takes it easy and let the students deal with the problems they need to face themselves."
"So, what's the price?"
“For a teacher, the best gift is to be able to teach a student who surpasses himself.”
"Don't worry, I'm no worse than Vivian!"
Morgan smiled, confident and proud.
Lorne glanced at the new student and snorted:
"Don't be too happy too soon. Let me make this clear. I'm only responsible for teaching during the trip. I haven't decided where to go after this is over. You can contact me first."
"If you are willing to come to the Misty Forest, you are always welcome."
"It depends."
After throwing out an ambiguous statement, Loen secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he felt that the suspicion from Morgan had completely dissipated.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and fooled the person in time.
Otherwise, there was no guarantee that the Celtic goddess of death would not become suspicious of the purpose of his actions.
If things go wrong, it's possible that his true identity and purpose will be uncovered step by step.
Just as Loen was organizing his thoughts and thinking about how to write a temporary teaching material for the new student Morgan in order to get through this hurdle, beams of golden flames rose slowly in the darkness and converged towards Morgan like a rushing river of stars.
The ancient and obscure chant came with the wind, becoming louder and louder.
"It's Samhain."
Morgan looked up at the night sky lit up by countless flames and murmured.
This is the Celtic New Year celebration. Residents often wear strange costumes on this day, go out to sing and dance, decorate their homes, or share a sumptuous dinner with relatives and friends.
At this time, several bonfires will be lit in the square, and the white-robed druids in charge of presiding over the ceremony will also be busy, sending out small wooden pieces and dominoes engraved with Ogham language to convey wishes, or chanting divine words and casting spells to purify and bless the residents passing by.
After the ceremony, the druids distributed the still-burning embers from the fire to each household to use to light a new kitchen fire.
These flames were used to keep the home warm and to keep away evil spirits.
Just as light comes after darkness, new life is born out of death.
In the Celtic cultural philosophy, only at this moment will the barriers between this world and the other world be eliminated, and gods and humans, monarchs and subjects, the dead and the living will revel together, without any more hatred of fighting and killing and barriers of identity and position.
Suddenly, Morgan felt an unknown urge in her heart. She raised her hand and gathered the flames and faith offered to her into a ball of golden starlight and passed it forward:
"I didn't prepare any apprenticeship gift, so I'll just give this to you."
The golden starlight sank into Loen's chest, conveying the celebration and blessing that broke through the differences of identity, race, strength and weakness on this land.
Pressing his warm chest and feeling the divine power surging in his body, Loen looked at Morgan, who had come up with this as a gift to become his apprentice, and suddenly felt a little amused.
It seems that the traditional Celtic festival of Samhain is the future Christian-revised Halloween?
Your Excellency the Celtic Goddess of Death, you are aiding the enemy.
(End of this chapter)
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