The Moon Goddess is most often seen in the guise of a beautiful silver-bowed hunter and guardian of the forests and animals; the Goddess thus grants her followers the magical power of contracting with the animals, allowing the followers to bring their envoys to hunt the abominable man-wolves and maintain the peace of the forests for the Goddess.
To the moon witches, the magic is like the silver bow on the moon goddess's back. The venom of a snake can make a poison that paralyzes a werewolf; a rare white deer can purify a werewolf's curse; and the wild cat, which is the most common cat around the witches, can sense the movement of a demon.
As for the great white goose, Amber racked her brain; she could probably buy her master's temple in a good five minutes, almost the time of a hors d'oeuvre.
Since that day, Dill has successfully harvested the sympathy of the whole village, sending all kinds of condolences to her hut door pile. The little witches of her peers, who usually played well together, came to visit, and a few of them even cried out when they talked emotionally, as if any time would be the last time for Dill or the last time for her to be a human being.
"Perun, what do you think I should do to save this child?"
The redheaded witch caught a large calico cat out of an empty keg and tossed it back to her drunken mistress in disgust when the other woman was talking into an empty oak glass barrel.
One was more of a glutton for punishment than the other. She didn't have the heart to say, "You ask a tavern host that question, and she'll always have one answer."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, the oak barrel mug in Amber's hand once again overflowed with a red, mellow liquid, and the large calico cat cowering in her master's arms took the opportunity to take a few mouthfuls of the table's residue.
With a pair of drunken blue eyes, Perun couldn't help but miss the green grapes of Junlihe, so full of the green of spring and the light of summer that just looking at them was intoxicating.
It was true that the silver-haired Midas was the most beautiful witch here, but a witch's magic was in her eyes, and Lord Amber's had some of the most moving eyes she'd ever seen.
Just as she thought that the "most powerful witch" had already fallen forward, she hit her forehead hard on the wooden table, causing the big cat in her arms to jump up in fear.
Perun smiled and drank the barrel cup in her hand, her white face not showing any sign of reddened drunkenness. Even the most powerful of witches would fall for her cup of "magic."
She put down the empty cup, looked at the big flower cat that the year before was a circle of fat, and suddenly sighed with a sigh of relief: "Alas, in the blink of an eye, a group of small frogs is going to be sixteen years old; my wine cellar will be half empty again."
Amber pressed her red forehead, picked up the bare cup on the table, and wanted to continue to stop the pain through the wine, but suddenly remembered the important thing from her mention and hurriedly shook her head to stay awake.
She squinted, trying to get a better look at the witch in front of her. This woman had the best wine cellar in the village. She warned herself that she couldn't go on a drunken rampage here and offend the other woman.
The celebration of the gods is always fueled by wine, so there are enough wine cellars built under the village for a whole year's worth of revelry. But it's not enough; each little witch had a cask of fruit wine all to herself, brewed over sixteen whole years with powerful blessings and magic, just waiting to be opened when she came of age.
At the sixteen-year-old consecration ceremony, the young witches practiced with wine and drank their birth wine, and at the same time, they made a sacred oath to the goddess to be upgraded from a lowly divine servant to a practicing divine messenger and formally embarked on the journey of hunting the magic wolves.
To brew this special magical wine, the oldest Grand Sorceress traveled thousands of miles to bring the Sorceress Perun from the distant Junli River. It was the holy land of the Goddess of Nature, and the lineage of witches who believed in the Goddess of Nature was all there. Perun had a special background, believing in several goddesses at the same time. In addition to the Goddess of the Moon, there were three Goddesses of Nature.
"That said, if you dislike the little dill that much, why don't you let me have it? My goddesses are much gentler."
The Goddess of Nature was in charge of harvest and enjoyment, and naturally, the goddess Perun made excellent wine and was even quite fond of Dill, who turned food into gold. She had been trying to preach to Dill for several years, doing some unethical things like digging for her.
Amber had warned her numerous times that her Highness was not as generous as the three goddesses and that if she didn't believe her, she could take a day trip to the "goddesses' garden.".
However, at this time, Amber was drinking to ease her sorrows, so she went on to babble, "Okay, if you can pick a wolf's head for her, I'll let you have it."
Finished also did not wait for her to answer, both hands in the body rummaging for something, a good half before catching out a small piece of paper saying, "Before that, first hand over my student's birthday gift."
She handed out a small piece of aged parchment.
Peren raised an eyebrow slightly and reached out to take the note, the cuffs shifting slightly, and Amber immediately smelled a fragrance that was like wine.
The beautiful red-haired witch had always harvested ripe fruit to color her robes, and right now she was smothered in the greenish color of summer ripeness, with bases of fruit adorning her cuffs and a shawl of autumnal brown wrapped around her neck and shoulders.
Even Mida had to admit it: the Goddess of Nature had bestowed upon Perun a ripe, mesmerizing charm.
Perun glanced at the note and couldn't help but sigh, rubbing the note against the shawl around her neck.
Ha shoo, only to hear the mink sneeze a small sneeze, and then slowly stretched out the body, a small nose hitching black eyes, a small head of gold, brown, and black three lines of stripes from the soft fur exposed, it turned out to be an extremely rare golden musk cat, and the musk cat's pink tongue spat out.
With the spit of the musk cat's pink tongue, a delicate bronze key was spat out onto its owner's open palm.
"Get the bar together."
It was rare for Perun to step out of the tavern, and it wasn't hard for Amber to guess that the other man was probably hitting on another dig again. But if Dill wanted to, she, an incompetent teacher, was willing to take the wrath of the Moon Goddess for her.
That was the only thing she could do for the other party now.
When the two of them came out of the wine cellar, the sky was only just breaking, the morning sun had not yet penetrated the blackness of the night winds, and the evaporated dew of the morning wove a gray mist that lightly covered the surrounding rolling hills. Only to see the distant ridge up the beautiful hazy silhouette of the goddess as the gray coat under the Ru room, feeding the mountains in the forest of all things, while the forest of all things is nourished by the valley of the village of witches, and finally the glory of all to the goddess.
Miller Valley is at the bottom of the valley where the clouds converge, year-round humidity is green, and even if the gray fog can only see the dark, thick green forest, whenever the rain and fog are thick, this place will become a lonely island located in the sea of fog.
But Amber knew that if she took seven days to cross the mountains, she could see the sea swaying with its brilliant blue skirts, the spires carved by mortals pointing proudly up to the sacred sky, the bustling harbors with their insects, the exotic merchants spitting out the tobacco that was popular on the East Coast, and the many merchant ships that traded there. Miller's Valley was separate from the rest of the world and never far from the hustle and bustle.
The big fancy cat frolicked in the direction of the wind, stretching its tongue mischievously as if it could taste the salty scent that came across the mountains; the master, who had a heart-to-heart with it, could not help but look up into the distance, his unformed thoughts converging and dissipating like clouds.
"There's nothing wrong with being here for the rest of my life."
Perun suddenly had a feeling. Not waiting for Amber to respond, she said to herself:
"The world outside, it's too scary."
Following her gaze, a grass hut was lovely and simple; red camellias and purple petunias climbed all over the roof, and then from the eaves of the roof hung down a gorgeous waterfall of flowers. Suddenly, a door and window opened, and the young sorceress lifted the curtain of flowers, smiled at them, and greeted them.
"How can it compare to the place where the Goddess has blessed us?" Perun praised softly.
The valley was damp, the roofs of the village were made of straw with a little clay to hold the structure in place, irrigated by the wind and rain from time to time, ripened by the summer sun, and gently caressed by the sea breeze across the mountains, and at first glance it looked like a tall, dense flower tree; there were also unafraid deer and rabbits poking their heads out of the windows to ask for food, and everything was as natural as a creation of the gods, the dwelling place of the fairies in the fairy tale, which could not bear to be dusted off.