◎Should I cook and eat my familiar? ◎
The most common form of the Moon Goddess is that of a beautiful hunter with a silver bow. She is also the guardian of forests and animals. Therefore, the goddess gives her believers the magic power of contract with animals, allowing believers to hunt hateful wolves with their familiars and maintain the forest for the goddess. of peace.
To the moon witches, familiars are like the silver bow on the back of the moon god. The venom of snakes can be used to make poison that paralyzes werewolves; the rare white deer can purify the curse of werewolves; and the most common wild cat around witches can sense monsters. movement.
As for the big white goose... Amber racked her brains and could probably buy the master five minutes, which is about the time for an appetizer?
Since that day, Dill has successfully gained sympathy from the whole village, and all kinds of condolences are piled in front of her hut. The little witches of the same generation who usually play well came to visit one after another. Some of them talked emotionally and even burst into tears, as if it was the last time for Dill at any time, or her last time as a human being?
"Perun, what do you think I should do to save this child?"
The red-haired witch caught a tabby cat from an empty wine barrel and threw it back to her drunken hostess with disgust. At this time, the other party was talking to an empty oak barrel and cup.
Each one is more greedy than the other. She said angrily: "If you ask a tavern hostess this question, she will always have only one answer."
As soon as he finished speaking, the oak barrel cup in Amber's hand was once again filled with clear red and mellow liquid. The tabby cat huddled in its owner's arms took the opportunity to lick a few mouthfuls of the stains on the table.
Both the elder and the younger had a pair of drunken blue eyes open. Perun couldn't help but miss the green grapes of Junli River. The bright and plump grapes absorbed the green of spring and the light of summer. Just looking at them made people intoxicated.
It's true that the silver-haired Mida is the most beautiful witch here, but the magic of a witch lies in her eyes, and Lady Amber has the most moving eyes she has ever seen.
Just when she thought about it, the "most powerful witch" had already fallen forward and hit her forehead hard on the wooden table, making the tabby cat in her arms jump in fright.
Perun smiled and drank the wooden cup in his hand, his fair face not showing any trace of the red drunkenness. No matter how powerful the witch is, she will bow down to her cup of "magic".
She put down the empty glass, looked at the tabby cat that was a little fatter than the year before, and suddenly sighed in her heart: "Oh, in the blink of an eye, a group of little frogs will be sixteen years old, and my wine cellar will be half empty again."
Amber pressed her red forehead, picked up the wooden barrel cup on the table, and wanted to continue drinking wine to relieve the pain. Suddenly, she reminded her of business, and she quickly shook her head to stay awake.
She squinted her eyes, trying to see the witch in front of her clearly. This woman has the best wine cellar in the village. She warned herself not to get drunk and go crazy here and offend the other party.
God's celebrations are always indispensable with the addition of wine. There is a wine cellar under the village that is enough for a whole year's carnival, but this is not enough. Each little witch has a barrel of her own fruit wine. After sixteen years of brewing, it contains With powerful blessings and magic, it will only be opened when she reaches adulthood.
At the sixteenth-year-old blessing ceremony, the young witches practice wine and drink their birthday wine. At the same time, they also make a sacred oath to the goddess, so that they can be upgraded from low-level divine attendants to practicing divine envoys, officially Embark on a journey to hunt the magic wolf.
In order to brew this special magic wine, the oldest witch traveled thousands of miles and specially invited the witch Perun from the distant Junli River. It is the holy land of the goddess of nature, and the line of witches who believe in the goddess of nature are there. Perun has a special background and believes in several goddesses at the same time. In addition to the moon goddess, there are three goddesses of nature.
"Speaking of which, you really dislike Little Dill so much, why not give it to me. My goddesses are much gentler."
The goddess of nature is in charge of harvest and enjoyment. Perun, the god's companion, naturally brews excellent wine. She is also very fond of dill, which can be turned into gold. In the past few years, she has been trying to preach to dill and doing some evil things to poach people. .
In this regard, Amber warned her countless times that her Highness is not as generous as the three goddesses. If you don't believe it, you can take a day trip to the "Goddess' Garden".
But at this time, Amber was drinking to drown her sorrows, so she went on and talked nonsense: "Okay, if you can pick a wolf's head for her, I'll give it to you."
After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for her to answer. He rummaged around for something on his body for a long time, and finally found a small piece of paper and said, "Before that, please hand over my student's birthday gift."
She held out a small piece of old parchment.
Perun raised his eyebrows slightly, reached out and took the note, his cuffs slightly dangled, and Amber immediately smelled a fragrance that was like wine.
The beautiful red-haired witch always picks ripe fruits to dye her robes. At this time, her body is stained with the green color of summer ripeness. The sleeves are covered with fruits, and an autumn brown shawl is wrapped around her neck and shoulders.
Even Mida had to admit that the goddess of nature gave Perun a mature and intoxicating charm.
Perun glanced at the note, couldn't help but sigh, and rubbed the shawl around his neck with the note.
Haha, I heard the mink sneezing, then slowly stretched out its body, its small nose rested on its black eyes, and a small head with golden brown and black three-line stripes was exposed from the soft fur. It turned out that It is an extremely rare golden civet cat,
The civet cat spit out its pink tongue, and a delicate bronze key was spit out on the owner's open palm.
"Let's get the bar together."
It was rare for Perron to leave the tavern, and it was not difficult for Amber to guess that the other party was probably poaching again. But if Dill really wanted to, her incompetent teacher would be willing to bear the wrath of the Moon Goddess for her.
This is also the only thing she can do for the other party now.
When the two came out of the wine cellar, the sky had just broken, and the morning light had not yet penetrated the darkness of the night wind. The evaporated rain and dew in the morning weaved a gray mist, lightly covering the surrounding rolling hills. I saw a graceful and hazy outline in the distance, like your house under the goddess's gray clothes, nurturing all the forest things in the mountains, and all the forest things nourished the witch village in the valley. In the end, all the glory went to the goddess.
Miller Valley is located at the bottom of a valley where clouds and fog gather. It is humid all year round and is covered with greenery. Even if you push away the gray fog, you can only see dark and dense green ancient wood forests. Whenever the rain and fog are thick, this place becomes a towering place nestled in the fog. Island in the sea.
But Amber knew that as long as he spent seven days crossing the mountains, he would be able to see the sea swaying with its bright blue skirt, the spiers carved by mortals pointing arrogantly at the sacred sky, the bustling port full of insects, and the merchants from foreign countries. Tobacco is popular on the east coast, and many merchant ships do business there. Miller Valley is isolated and independent, but it is never far away from the hustle and bustle.
The tabby cat was playing in the direction of the wind. It stuck out its tongue playfully, as if it could taste the salty and wet breath coming from across the mountain. The owner who had a close connection with it couldn't help but look up into the distance, and unformed thoughts gathered and dissipated like clouds.
"Actually, there's nothing wrong with staying here for the rest of your life."
Perun suddenly felt something. Before Amber could respond, she thought to herself:
"The outside world is too scary."
Following her gaze, she saw cute and simple thatched houses. Red camellias and purple morning glories climbed all over the roofs, and gorgeous flower waterfalls hung from the eaves. Suddenly, a door or window opened, and the young witch held up her arms. The flower curtain greeted them with a smile.
"How can it be compared to the place blessed by the goddess." Perun praised softly.
The humidity in the valley is heavy, so the roofs of the village are made of woven wheat straw, covered with some clay to fix the structure, and are irrigated by wind and rain from time to time. They are then ripened by the summer sun and the gentle sea breeze passing over the mountain. At first glance, they look like tall and dense flowers. There are trees; there are also deer and hares that are not afraid of nature, looking out of the window for food. Everything is as natural as a god-made thing, a fairy abode in fairy tales, and there is no room for dust and smoke.
The two passed by flower houses, as if they were in a goddess's labyrinth. If they didn't pay attention to the east, west, south, and north, they would run into solid green walls, but it was not difficult at all to find Dill's house.
Just like trying to find a fragrant mutton hot pot among the black iron pots filled with rejuvenation potions, the exotic-looking black-haired girl always has a way to make herself stand out.
An animal head with a lion's head and a lin's neck sprang out from the camellia bushes. It seemed to be still riding the wind and waves for the bow of the ship with its teeth and claws, but the feathers and lins on its neck were already mottled with rotten wood; while the morning glory vines followed the green color. The fishtail flag climbed up and curled up into a green arc in the blue sky.
There is no space for birds to rest on the exaggeratedly crowded roof, and the only bare dead branch has been put to good use by dill. Several wooden masks have been hung on it; half of the face is covered with moss. , but you can still vaguely see the slender eyebrows, and more importantly, the painted eyes and splashed hair color, with the shadow of dill, are also the faces of people from the East Coast.
"How many times have I told you to take out the garbage? I will definitely sneak away to the river bank to pick it up again!"
Amber cursed and stepped over a blue and white porcelain basin with a broken neck. It was filled with some sewage and a few withered yellow round leaves; on the other hand, Perun clicked her tongue in surprise. She finally saw what others said about the garbage house. .
The two stopped in front of this small house filled with debris.
The waste that has traveled across the sea is piled everywhere inside and outside the house. Occasionally, when the breeze blows, the petals flutter, and the row of strange-shaped glazed objects under the edge of the house whispers and jingles, making it particularly noisy in the row of beautiful flower houses. .
From a distance, Dill's hut looks like an exotic merchant ship stranded among the waves of flowers and trees.
Amber took Peron to carefully avoid some sharp objects to find the entrance. There were a few iron plates that were too rusty to read where the windows should have been. Perun squinted and could vaguely make out a few. The strange and foreign words are just surrounded by a square shape, but there are thousands of twists and turns inside, like a maze, which makes people dizzy just by looking at it.
Since Dill learned about his life experience from Amber, he has become like a field mouse. Whenever he has the opportunity to get imported items from the "East Coast", even if it is just a piece of rags, he must carefully collect them. As time goes by, it spreads out of the house and eventually piles up like a mountain.
The girl with black hair and black eyes collected scattered fragments, trying to piece together the appearance of the "East Coast", trying to find the impression of that distant "hometown".
"Where's that goose?" Compared to the deer and rabbits playing nearby, Dill's hut was too eerily quiet.
Perun suddenly pointed to the roof and said slowly, "What are you cooking?"
She frowned: "This child is really sneaky. How can he cook without opening the window?"
Through the small crack in the window, the female owner of the tavern with a sensitive nose couldn't help but smell it again: "It smells very fragrant... Are you making broth?"
The air was stagnant, and the two looked at each other. They both saw an ominous premonition in each other's eyes. They looked at the closed doors and windows...
The door of the hut was blasted open.
Sweet waves filled the room, and the black-haired girl stood in front of the iron pot, holding a large spoon in both hands as a self-defense weapon. She stared at the two people who came in dumbfounded.
Before Perun could even look at the bottom of the pot, he was kicked right in the nose with a red palm.
Amber saw a big white goose flapping its wings, swooping at Perun's face and biting her, as if it was trying to make a nest with her head.
"No, Turnip."
The girl tapped the edge of the iron pot with a big spoon. After hearing this, the big white goose retracted its wings and waddled back to its owner. However, the beautiful witch had already rushed out of the gate with a mess of hair and fled far away.
Turnip?
There had just been a false alarm. Amber had sobered up a lot. She patted her chest and felt lingering fear.
Looking at the woman's green and white face, the precocious and keen Dill suddenly narrowed her eyes.
"You guys outside the door just now didn't think I cooked and ate my familiar, right?"
"..."