◎No matter how beautiful the jewelry is, it can't compare to the sacred flower of the new moon. Congratulations on growing up. ◎
Her chest palpitated. She didn't know who had added the Black Wolf card to it, but before she could think about it for a moment, she was caught and thrown all over her body.
Finally, they got tired of playing cards, and they started to raise glasses to celebrate all the great witches, and then they just randomly greeted each other:
"I want to hunt the Wolf King. One rotten Wolf King's head can liberate a large number of victims of the wolf bondage. This glory will belong to the entire Temple of the Goddess!!"
Grace's face is full of dark purple sauce. She has always been someone else's child, but she is not the material for playing games. However, she obviously drank a lot of wine, and the next sentence made no secret of it:
"Back then, my lady was one step slower than Lady Amber to enter the Temple of the Goddess, so I, Grace, will win back all the glory for Lady Bertha."
Although her face was covered with jam, her bright eyes could still focus on Dill accurately. She whispered softly: "I know you are not as fragile as you look on the outside, and I look forward to your performance, Dill."
Christina clapped her hands and laughed: "Then you can go to Junli River with me. I heard that Silver Wolf King Sirius has been pretending to be a noble there, hahahaha, a wolf can do better than an illegitimate daughter like me!"
Switching to Becky raising the cup: "I want to invent a poison that can kill werewolves, and then enter the Temple of the Goddess, and ask the Green Goddess of Junli River to give me eternal youth and beauty."
"I...I hope...no one will be injured because of werewolves." Helena was too drunk, her head tilted on the back of the buffalo.
Dill was greedy for the bottomless wine juice, and suddenly felt the silence around her. She looked up and saw the waiting eyes of everyone.
"I want to cross the sea."
Dill swallowed the refreshing plum juice and couldn't help but express her true thoughts. She just wanted to know what was on the other side of the sea, that familiar yet unfamiliar "Eastern Shore"?
She wanted to know, who brought her into this world?
"My Moon God, you don't want to be like the immortal Gemma." Veranica's voice was abrupt and sharp.
The immortal Gemma that Veronica talked about is an island witch who is not affiliated with any goddess shrine. Legend has it that she owns an entire island on a sunny sea that is like summer all year round, and received the blessings of twelve goddesses at the Temple of the Goddess. For the past three hundred years, she has been able to control the wind and rain on her island, which is no longer a realm that ordinary humans can touch. Many witches even worship her as a demi-god.
Veranika's words made Dill's wish seem overestimating and ridiculous.
She didn't know where to find a confident response. Maybe it was the sweet and sour green plum that gave her the courage to go far away. Dill did not deny it, but just put down the empty cup and said calmly:
"If I can have the wings of the wind god like Jima, then I must cross the entire sea. I want to know what is on the other side."
After finishing speaking, she blushed at her inexplicable poetry. She just stared at the lonely moon in the sky and murmured softly: "I just want to know where I come from and why I come here?"
The sparks crackled, dyeing the girl's black hair with a layer of copper red, and an inexplicable obsession was deeply engraved into the beautiful and exotic facial features.
At this time, the little girl was immersed in another world. The orange-red velvet light embraced her petite and slender frame. Her unique appearance was like an exotic lotus flower that was born on the wrong land. She was out of place and inexplicably pitiful. The air couldn't help but fall into silence, and even she sipped. The drinking sound also lowered.
"Okay, East Coast... porcelain and some strange things. Legend has it that there is the oldest belief in the goddess there. If you go and have a look, don't forget to give us a gift."
Becky's jokes brought back the lightness of the atmosphere.
The crescent moon has reached the center of the night sky, and a cold light shines in the darkness. The moment has reached the "string pupil". The girl goddess of the crescent moon has already put away her silver bow and let the holy beast black cat patrol the night for her with its bright eyes. It's time for the hunt to end.
Christina stood up first, signaled everyone with her eyes, and took the lead in raising her glass. At the same time, everyone shouted in unison to the bright moon:
"To the hunt! To the new moon! To the goddess!"
Before a new round of carnival started, Dill gave up his seat to Veranika. She and the drunken Helena leaned on the warm belly of the buffalo. The big white goose nestled beside her obediently. The soft feathers were the best pillows.
This night, Dill had a beautiful dream. She dreamed of the cute little native dog. Her little Cinnamon was back, with the Chinese knot she had tied around her neck, and she was so happy.
She took the turnips and cinnamon together on a luxurious ship and headed for the distant east.
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The result of a night of indulgence is that corpses litter the field, and the drunken corpses cannot walk back on their own. The big witches each took their children back. Bertha was so fierce that she almost knocked Grace to the ground and woke her up.
Dill woke up with a sudden jolt. She and Helena were carried on the back of a buffalo. Arminos walked steadily step by step, while the long cow tail swayed to drive away mosquitoes for them. The slight bumps were like rocking a cradle, so comfortable that he almost caught up with them. sedan chair.
No wonder Helena loved it so much, it was like a moving ox cart.
"You are lucky. Perun went back early to help with the summer festival and didn't have time to check the cellar. Otherwise, you would have asked her to kill you before you met the werewolf."
Amber was pulling the rope nearby, and at a glance she spotted Diluo, who was squinting and pretending to be asleep.
She went up and pinched the girl's little face and said: "You can't punish girls and children on the night of the new moon. I'll let you go this time. But you have to go to the morning prayer ceremony by yourself."
Dill responded vaguely, then turned her head and fell into the fluffy and soft feathers.
"Hey, I'm willing to trade five buffaloes for this beautiful white goose."
Before falling into a deep sleep, she heard Mida muttering to herself. It turned out that she was here too, and she was probably worried about Helena.
"If your Majesty the Moon Goddess hears it, be careful not to lose your tongue." Amber said angrily.
"There is no need to wait for His Highness to get angry. Every time this stupid cow is mentioned, Helena becomes as stubborn as a cow."
Mida's voice became smaller and smaller... Dill had just closed her eyes when she was shaken awake by someone. When she opened her eyes, a hot cloth was pressed on her face.
"It's not early, it's not early!"
Mida used a towel to rub the sleepiness off the girl's face. Dill, who gradually woke up, realized that she was not in her room at all.
The morning sun sheds shining gold dust from the window, and a flower curtain of white lilies intertwined with silver roses rolls down from the eaves, projecting a patchwork of gold on the ground, which is breathtakingly beautiful. Mida's silver cat is lying on the windowsill, its beautiful fur is blue and gray in the clear morning light. This is Mida's house.
"It must be the blessing of the Moon God. Today is a sunny day." Mida was in a good mood.
She picked up another towel and pulled up Helena who was sleeping next to Dill. Helena was stuffed with the hot towel in a daze.
"Today is the prayer ceremony. Lady Amber is the master of ceremonies. I will take you two out together in a while. The dress and breakfast are here. You can change by yourself."
As Mida said this, she rolled up the curtain and got into the room at the other end. She wanted to dress up for this grand event.
Mida obviously has no habit of taking care of others. On the table is a small basket of burnt bread, and the corn cream soup is almost as thin as water. But the two girls didn't mind at all. They were immediately attracted by the new clothes.
The silver robe material felt soft and cool to the touch. When the morning light refracted and circulated, I thought I had squeezed a handful of moonlight. I don't know what kind of craftsmanship it was. Dill couldn't find any traces of stitching on it, but when I put it on, the clothes felt strange. It fit every inch of the skin extremely well, and Helena excitedly assured her that it was definitely a robe soaked in magic potion.
They looked at each other, put on their robes, and combed each other's hair. But when the excitement passed, the silver-white ceremonial robe fell softly to the ground. Dill felt like she was wearing a piece of silver armor, and her chest felt inexplicably heavy. Looking back at Helena, her limbs covered by the robe were stiff, Every move seemed to be tied with puppet strings.
The severe hangover and nervousness froze her head into a cement block. Dill resisted the desire to vomit and forced herself to sit at the dining table.
The two of them had the same taste, and there was no jam on the burnt bread. Although Helena was moved to tears by the teacher's rare cooking, she managed to eat a few mouthfuls but still couldn't hold it in, so she could only fill her stomach with thin soup as much as possible.
Dill looked at the thin and tasteless corn soup, and suddenly remembered something. She took out a small bottle of magic potion hanging on a chain from the clothes she changed, with honey-gold liquid flowing in it.
"Try this."
A drop of the golden witch's fire was dropped into the thin soup, and like magic, the oil floating on the surface ignited with a roar, startling both Dill and Helena. Fortunately, the fire only appeared briefly. The soup bowl was bubbling with boiling bubbles, and the edges of the bowl were the color of burnt golden sugar. A fragrant aroma came to your nostrils, and it smelled like creamy soup just out of the oven.
Dill was the first to test the poison and took a sip. Her mouth was as pungent as ever, and then her tongue quickly tasted honey, cheese, and baked batter. Various rich and colorful flavors that she had not expected melted away the stiffness with warmth. A stone head in severe pain.
The aroma and heat needed for the whole morning seemed to be in it, and Helena ate it with gusto. She happily said to Dill: "I really hope I can travel with you."
Dill suddenly became more confident. She was not completely useless. At least she could eat well when she was out.
The two of them ate and digested the food together with their nervousness.
After the attractive and attractive Milda came out, she inspected the two of them carefully. She frowned for a moment, and finally picked two white lilies from the window and tied hairpins to the ears of the two girls.
"No matter how beautiful the jewelry is, it can't compare to the sacred flower of the new moon. Congratulations on growing up." She gave them a kiss on each cheek.