Early on Sunday morning, while Dorothy was in a good mood preparing breakfast in the kitchen, Shade, who had cleaned up, took out the key and stood at the door of the side sleeper.
This time, Mia didn't insist on following. The cat was now attracted by the smell of food in the kitchen, and probably didn't even notice that Shade was preparing to leave.
"Dorothy, see you in three seconds."
He said to the blond writer lady across the dining room, and after the girl in the apron turned around and waved, Xia De inserted the key in his hand into the lock hole of the door:
"The adventure is about to begin again. I don't know what the story will be like this time—may the World Tree bless me in infinite time."
click~
The door of the room was opened, and the fog door wriggling with white mist was so familiar and kind to Xia De. He checked his belongings one last time before stepping inside.
[Outlander, you have stepped into the "corridor of time". 】
[Message from the ancient **** "Father of the Infinite Tree":]
[Autumn of 4791 of the Fifth Epoch, Southern Continent, Worm Cave. 】
[Event: Butterfly Festival. 】
[Duration thirty minutes (1/3). 】
"Southern Continent? However, in 4791... 1767 years have passed since I bid farewell to Miss Olan Nord in the Gaddis Library in the Dead Valley; since I entered the Lost Lake to meet the Witch Emperor, There are still 386 years. This is another era where there are no acquaintances. Butterfly Festival...It doesn't sound like a festival for an evil god..."
Xia De was thinking in the white mist. So far, he has only encountered one evil **** in the past, and that evil **** left a deep impression on him:
"Worm Cave...Although I'm not afraid of worms, but..."
[You have obtained additional information. 】
[The figure of the father of the infinite tree is watching you. 】
[The ancient **** of time gives you a test. 】
[Help mortals complete the ritual of the old god-'Thousand Eyed Butterfly', so that one of them will be favored by his relatives. 】
[The father of the infinite tree will give you rewards: thaumaturgy - Fiona's domestic servant, a piece of real information - mermaid. 】
"Um?"
The information reward about the mermaid race did not surprise Shad, he had obtained the race knowledge of elves and vampires before that. What surprised him was the thaumaturgy, which corresponds to the [Laziness] spirit rune. Although the specific effect is unknown, judging from the name of the thaumaturgy, it does not seem to be a combat ability.
"This is really... wonderful!"
Although there are maids who help clean the house every Saturday, on weekdays Richard still has to do things like wash the dishes, wipe the table, or clean up the desk that Mia messed up. Fortunately, the cat hardly sheds its hair, otherwise the daily cleaning work would be more troublesome.
If this thaumaturgy is really what he thinks, it is a lost, life-like thaumaturgy of the "housekeeping" series of the fifth era, then it will be very useful to him.
The change from the fifth era to the sixth era caused a lot of knowledge to disappear. In terms of thaumaturgy, most of the fighting thaumaturgy has been preserved, but most of the private thaumaturgy created by the witch emperors to facilitate their own lives has been lost.
But for ring warlocks living in a relatively peaceful age, the thaumaturgy of witch emperors is actually very important.
"The festival of the Butterfly God... I don't know what kind of story I will encounter this time."
He took a step forward in the white mist, and as the thick white mist slowly spread towards the surroundings like a curtain, the rancid air almost suffocated Xia De.
In fact, outsiders have smelled the stench of the alleys in the slums more than once in this world, but the stench at this time is ten times more disgusting than that.
"The Worm Cave..."
With a bad premonition in his heart, he lit up the silver moonlight on his fingertips. Because he was worried about disturbing the sleeping things in the dark, his light was very weak, but it also allowed him to see that he was in a long and narrow corridor at this time. It is not straight, and the inside is also unusually rough.
Surrounded by stone-gray rock walls, there are densely packed small holes all over the rock walls. And as the moonlight approached, Xia De could almost see tiny multi-legged worms wriggling in almost every small hole:
"oh!"
At this moment, goose bumps appeared all over his body. Even though Xia De was not afraid of bugs, he couldn't take it anymore. Compared with the short-lived life threats encountered every time in the past, the "mental threat" this time is more terrifying.
He is thankful that he embarked on this adventure at the very beginning of the day, when he was most refreshed. If it was a time when he was a little tired at night, he couldn't guarantee what he would do at this time.
The appearance of Xia De, a human being, also caused restlessness among other creatures living in this narrow cave passage. When the colorful insects, big and small, crawled out from everywhere including the top of the head, Xia De was already rushing forward quickly.
He even felt that even when facing the "fear" behind him in the Dreadfort, he didn't run so fast. But fortunately, the tree father would not throw him too far away from the place where the incident happened. After running in the winding and narrow corridor for less than 20 seconds, the convenience before him had come to an end.
"Fortunately there is no fork in the road!"
The quick running made the ground vibrate, causing the bugs to rain down from the top of their heads. Of course Xia De would not let himself bathe in the "worm rain", he gritted his teeth and turned into a group of red butterflies and flew forward. At the end of the corridor, only a faint light could be seen, and he couldn't care what was there at this moment. The red butterflies flapped their wings and rushed out like a stream of red light.
It was the first time he knew that if he concentrated his attention, he could actually make the butterfly fly so fast.
It's just that the end of the corridor is not a flat ground at all. Only after the group of red butterflies flew out did Xia De realize that there was no solid ground under his feet, and there was a huge downward-facing cave outside the entrance.
So, under the watchful eyes of the three people who had already arrived here at the bottom of the cave, a flock of red butterflies shining with scarlet light flew out of one of the countless openings around them. As the red butterflies slowly fell to the ground, Xia De, who felt his whole body itching, also walked out of the red butterflies.
The air here is much fresher than in the cave passage just now. Looking up, the cave he flew out of just now is a full two-storey distance from the open space at the bottom where he is currently stepping on.
The bugs didn't come out from the end of the corridor, as if the bug swarm just now was Xia De's imagination. The current location, like the deepest part of an underground cave, is surrounded by rough gray stone cliffs, with holes of all sizes. The big one can allow a carriage to pass, while the small one is only as thick as a little finger.
Looking up, the sky light descends from the sky, but it cannot illuminate the surrounding rock walls. The boundless darkness blocked the line of sight all around, and the surrounding rock walls continued to extend upwards, and those large and small holes also extended upwards. It was impossible to see where the highest point was, but it was certain that the insects living here were probably bigger than this one. There are more living people in the era.
The open space at the bottom is as big as a square, but it is unusually empty. The ground is fairly flat, and there is a huge round wooden table in the center of the open space, which can almost be used as a stage.
The wooden table is not painted, so the wood grain on the surface is very obvious. But Xia De could not see any traces of connection, which meant that the entire table came from a single tree, and Xia De could not imagine how huge that tree was.
The faint light at the end of the passage he saw in the passage of "Insect Rain" just now was the beam of skylight that fell from the sky and illuminated the round table in the center of the empty space. In addition, there are some dimly lit candles on the table. Each candle, made from crooked white longworm corpses, is placed in a wooden candlestick.
The light of the candle was not bright, but the edge of the beam of skylight was enough to illuminate the three people sitting on the round wooden bench beside the table and Xia De who came out of the red butterfly.
It is worth mentioning that because the table is too large, the three people at the table did not choose to sit evenly, but moved the stools and sat on the same side of the table.
While the three of them watched in amazement the last red butterfly landed on Xia De's shoulder, and then disappeared into red shards ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Xia De was also observing them.
Here are two ladies and a gentleman, but only one of them is a witch.
It was a woman in her forties with long brown hair. On the basis of a simple ball head, she straightened out the hair pieces and superimposed them one by one to form a bun-like effect. A few short hairpins in the shape of pink petals were used as decorations to cover up the traces of hairpins.
Of course, although she looks to be in her forties, thanks to the long lifespan of the witches, she may be close to a hundred years old.
The other lady looked like she was in her thirties, her face was not delicate, but she had an inexplicable sense of compassion. Although she is not a witch, the jewelry on her body and the short dagger on the table all have elemental reactions. These are all alchemy items. She has long light brown hair with a wreath on her head, the long hair is gathered together, around the back of the neck, in front of the left shoulder, and the ends of the hair are tied with green twigs.
Instead of a skirt, she was wearing a robe. From the style point of view, this is a typical priest's robe.
As for the last gentleman, he was also in his thirties, and his brown eyes were particularly energetic. The facial features are extremely three-dimensional, and the eyebrows are slightly thicker. Even without a beard, you can still feel that this is a very mature gentleman. In the breast pocket of his black jacket was a small pink flower pinned.
Dressed in formal attire, there was a thick firecracker on the table in front of him. There are glowing runes branded on the black iron shell, which are also alchemy items, and he probably relied on this to finally come here.
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