◎The goddess has abused me thousands of times, but I treat her like my first love. ◎
Whenever a girl comes forward, the guests will talk about it.
Birthday wine comes in handy at this time. The lady who is a girl will open the wine barrel. The girl who is called will first get a croissant cup and drink a sip of wine to strengthen her courage.
These birthday wines that have been brewing for several years are full of the blessings of the goddess, and powerful magical inspirations are born from them. Just like the gradually filling crescent moon, the young witch is about to be reborn.
Dill saw that Kristina was the first to take the stage. She was the oldest and mature girl, but even so, Dill could still see her trembling hands.
When Christina drank the first glass of birthday wine served with a silver-rimmed white ram's horn, Dill found that her hands stopped shaking and she raised her head again. Her eyes had never been so bright and moving, and there was an incredible feeling in them. Excited, like knowing the world for the first time, with a face full of hope and confidence.
Every shy and restless girl is radiant when she comes back, and her whole person seems to be brand new. Just like the great witches said, from now on they are no longer chicks curled up under the wings of the moon god, they are fierce and beautiful hunters. .
Helena almost fell nervously, but finally managed to fish out a set of sterling silver saddles from the cold water; even Veranika pulled out a shiny sterling silver to show off. When Grace received a silver crossbow skill, everyone present cheered and applauded enthusiastically, and Amber even stepped forward to hug her.
When she heard her name, Dill took a deep breath. Her body and brain were completely separated. Her body was still functioning, but her brain was completely white, and she had no idea what to do next.
There seemed to be a layer of mist all around, and countless faces were blurred.
The black-haired girl with an alien appearance slowly walked out of the silver sea, like a drop of ink being expelled by clear water. Everyone's eyes followed her, and then the big white goose swaying behind her, walking with white hips. She is beautiful, with her head raised and her chest raised, as if she is showing off the red rosette on her neck. The turnip came into play again, taking a lot of the pressure from the little master's gaze.
When a croissant cup full of wine was handed to her, Dill didn't even think about it, reached out and took it, and took the first sip.
The wine flowed into the throat at night. It was as gentle as milk at first, but there was no sweetness. Instead, a sourness suddenly spread from the tip of the tongue. The refreshing and sour taste reminded Dill of the green plum wine Amber sent, but soon, The overly strong breath hit the teeth, and the violent waves beat in the mouth, engulfing the dill to the top.
Dill's hand holding the wine glass began to tremble, but the wine was not finished yet, and every sip was almost sour to the roots of her teeth. Dill couldn't help but wonder, does the test start from now on?
Just before Dill was about to drop the wine glass and vomit, maybe it was the witch's fire taking effect in her body, or maybe it was the mercy of the goddess. The last sip of wine was like honey, gently wrapping the fragile tip of her tongue, and then caressing her scarred throat.
If the sourness at the beginning dissipates all distracting thoughts, the sweet remaining warmth ignites a small fire in her chest and gives her courage.
Dill tipped the wine glass back onto the silver tray in front of everyone, without leaving a drop.
She walked steadily up the steps covered with flowers, and immediately recognized Amber's face. The woman was covered with an unfamiliar and beautiful gemstone mask, among which a pair of shining emeralds were staring at her.
You did it. Dill said this to herself in her heart, using Amber's voice. At this time, she seemed to have returned to the Moonlight Forest, peering into the dark night under the hidden leaf fan, which gave her more power.
Dill has never felt so powerful.
The black iron crucible was filled with molten silver. The girl took a deep breath and felt that the crucible tongs in her hands weighed a thousand kilograms.
If the legend of the birthday wine is true, then Moon Goddess, please give the inspiration of magic to your loyal believers!
She slowly poured the mold into the mold in front of the Moon Goddess, and the silver slurry flowed out. When the cold water boiled instantly, a mysterious mist gathered. She fought hard and fished out an... item from it with iron tongs.
[Restrictions have been lifted and permission from the gods of other worlds has been obtained. Please bind the authorized objects immediately and activate the associated capabilities. ]
? ? ? What the hell? ?
Dill's first thought was that she was drunk, so drunk that she had auditory hallucinations.
Someone behind her reached out and pushed her gently. Dill reacted and immediately displayed the refined product in front of everyone.
She was so confused that she only thought that at least she could still see the shape. At least it was an object, not food. But the buzz around her quickly brought her back to her senses. The overwhelming number of strange and curious eyes almost overwhelmed her.
What the girl held in her hand was an exquisite silver cup.
Dill felt like she was announcing to everyone and the werewolf:
Fresh meat witch and plump white goose, a value-for-money luxury set meal, now also comes with a drink cup.
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After the last girl completed the ceremony, the women's carnival began.
A witch took a silver cauldron and broke open the large wine barrel, and delicious wine gushes out; along with it were too many fresh fruit pies to count, and a carriage carried mountains of rye bread; There were trophies from hunting on new moon nights, all set on fires and smeared with honey and spices until they were rich and golden.
Helena excitedly rushed into Dill's arms. She gave her many blessings and praised the moon god in confusion. Dill looked at her reddish face and had some doubts about the content of the birthday wine that had been brewed for more than ten years. What.
But judging from the reactions of Helena and other girls, it seems that they have been inspired by something they have never had before, perhaps the magical inspiration brewed by the birthday wine.
Dill's head is still dizzy now. Maybe it's confusion, disappointment, the effect of alcohol, or all three? She was used to the feeling of getting her blood boiling every time her hope was rekindled, and then quickly getting cold to her bones.
In one sentence: The goddess has tortured me thousands of times, but I treat her like my first love.
So, what now?
Dill looked up.
Meda carefully supported Helena and tried out the silver saddle for Arminos; Becky and her lady were playing with several bottles of love potion, but just a few sprays into the air made several ladies like They were intoxicated and scrambling; while Bertha and Grace were carving up a large wild boar, and the panther and the falcon were devouring several bloody pieces of raw meat.
But she is out of place and has nothing.
Dill thought, she was going to find Amber.
But when she turned around, Amber's shadow flashed past. The overwhelming crowd pushed Dill aside, and the turnip that followed her was buried under the skirts of everyone.
Dill's heart tightened, but soon she heard a few croaks, and the crowd immediately screamed. The crowd seemed to be doing a tap dance, opening a path for Dill. Turnip once again proved that she was very good with her actions.
Another figure bumped into her. She lost her balance and staggered to the ground. Whether they were humans or witches, too many people wanted to talk to the Lord of the Valley.
A pair of hands holds Dill in time.
"Ms. Amber may want to drink some water now."
The woman's voice was soft and soft, like a piece of snow velvet melting in her ears. Dill was startled, her head cleared a lot, and she looked up.
It's Oya.
The woman's chestnut brown hair is wrapped around a beautiful oval face, and her lips are filled with plump lines. Her beauty has a little more indescribable charm than Perun. All the remaining youthfulness has gone away, and she is a beautiful and mature woman's face. .
"Thank you." Dill wanted to stand up, but was pushed back by those hands.
Oya took a strand of black hair and looked at Dill up and down, as if looking at some rare imported product. Her tone was even more wonderful, as if she was smiling: "Ah, it's as dark as night, it's really like The color Perron mentioned is just far more...loving than I thought."
When she talked about Perun, Dill felt the wine in her stomach was causing trouble, as if she had swallowed a ball of fire. She pulled back her hair, trying to get away from the other party's sudden intimacy, but she felt a thin layer of sweat on her hands.
"Pei...Ms. Perun, we know each other, she is a very nice person."
Oya did not put down her empty hand, but instead showed it directly to Dill, with just the right amount of kindness and blame in her tone: "Yes, but you don't accept her kindness, child.
"What?"
She spoke very softly, maybe not out of habit, but because the walls have ears: "She wants to save you. Children are treasures, but here it is like raising sheep. She plans to throw you lambs to feed the wolves."
Oya reached out again to touch her hair. Dill flashed back, looking directly at the woman with black eyes, the color of a lightless night.
The girl swept away her previously demure and well-behaved appearance, and the bottomless darkness made the other party stop involuntarily:
"I will pretend that I have never heard this sentence. You have never offended my beliefs and gods. Please forgive me for leaving now. My lady is calling me."
Although Dill's head was dizzy, she still didn't lose her mind and called out a big witch, so she moved Amber out and reminded the other party to be cautious even if they throw rats.
"I shouldn't be surprised by this answer. Perron said she tried it and now I believe it."
Dill didn't want to talk to her anymore. She took a few breaths of hot breath, feeling that her whole body was so hot that she couldn't think. Her thoughts flashed by and then evaporated immediately. She stared at the skewed reflection on the silver cup and tried pressing her forehead against the cold cup to see if it could cool her down.
"So I'm sorry that I have to take you away in this way."
A hint of cleverness gave her a moment of clarity. Dill wanted to call Turnip's name, but her voice got stuck in her throat.
At the moment when the girl was about to fall to the ground, a pair of hands helped her; they were soft and white, with full fingertips and round nails coated with a layer of pink flower liquid, but they just pressed her shoulders lightly and screamed. The girl lost all her power.
Before Dill was half-conscious, she heard Oya's voice saying:
"Ms. Amber will thank me."
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Dill was woken up by a sudden knock.
Her vision was so dark that it was obvious that she was no longer at the banquet.
Dill tried to reach out and touch it. The sound of her rapid breathing was so clear. It was obvious that this was an extremely small space, and everything she touched was made of wood. As she groped forward, a familiar round and plump arc was vaguely outlined. , the air is filled with dizzying aroma.
A wine barrel, she was in a wine barrel.
The previous drowsiness disappeared without a trace. Dill listened to her own breathing, and her thoughts in the darkness were extremely clear.
Her mind was spinning rapidly, and a terrible thought struck her like a lightning strike:
"At a carnival party, no one will notice the whereabouts of a wine barrel."
This thought made Dill a little desperate. She was always good at enjoying hardships and was stunned for a long time. It seemed that today's bad luck was far from over. She prayed that this was just a prank, and even if it was Veranika who did it, she would go up to her first, give her a hug, and then punch her.
"Turnip?"
She tried to call her familiar, but the answer was not Veranika, but another woman's voice:
"I'm sorry I have to do it this way."
Oya.
Dill covered her head, the overly strong smell of alcohol still lingering in her mouth, and the faint pain under her fingers told her: the conspiracy had been planted a long time ago, perhaps fermenting and brewing in that croissant cup.
"You tampered with my wine?"
"Perun is right, you are a keen child. A small amount of ambrosia powder will basically not leave any sequelae except some headache symptoms. Don't worry, you are safe here."
Oya sounded satisfied: "We have been waiting for a long time, Dill, we have been waiting for your arrival."