What Amber didn't know was that during the time she was royally drunk, the great white goose had gone from being a meal everyone coveted to a presence that everyone avoided.
Every morning, people carrying buckets of water saw a round body occupying the water channel.
Snow-white feathers, hazy morning dew, the big white goose to take care of their beauty, and fairy, the results of a perceived movement, immediately puffed up the fluffy chest fluff, flapping wings rushed over to peck and bite, grabbing people's heads to do a bird's nest.
That aggressive appearance is a bit scary; the cats of the family magic became the main victims, and from time to time, it was chased all over the street, and the witches were halfway there.
On the contrary, Dill adjusts the mood, and the big white goose also shows more and more love. The protector, not to mention the snow-white round body, stepped on a pair of red palms, a swing behind the master. Just look at its walking appearance, which is very healing; moody hold over the jerk, jerk down the feathers, and fine and soft can also be used to cushion pillows.
How could she not love a living, breathing, walking-feather goblin?
"This is the friend bestowed upon me by the goddess. Turnip, this is your favorite, isn't it?"
Dill put a basket of washed and green turnip leaves on the ground. The great white goose immediately feathered its wings in obedience at the sight, revealing a meekness not seen in front of others.
Even Amber, who had seen a lot of things, was dumbfounded.
It has been said that the goddess of the moon is the protector of the forest, and the forest animals are not surprised by the existence of her people; the black cat shares the inspiration of his highness; the white deer symbolizes the purity of the goddess; and as for the big white goose,. Amber hadn't been able to see much before she arrived, but now she could probably tell a thing or two.
After all, the Moon Goddess is best known for her temperamental temper, in addition to her strong power; even the most devout believers violate taboos and directly turn into animals to eat dirt, not to mention outsiders who intrude into their holy land. The Moon Goddess has a strong sense of territory, and the Sky Punishment Meteor Blast is an accurate arrow shot.
Amber recalled the way the big white goose protects its owner and its territory—that ruthlessness can be regarded as part of the goddess's true heritage.
"Say, you call it a turnip?"
"It's nice, isn't it? It's a good match for me."
Yes, a dill and a turnip, together exactly the name of a dish: the girl dill and roasted turnip white goose, the next door to the wolves, are gluttonous.
Amber saw a hint of self-loathing joy in the little disciple's relieved smile.
Unable to stand it, the Grand Witch turned to open the window and let everyone cool off with a blast of air.
Dill was practicing the "witch's fire," a magic potion of courage that can ward off evil spirits in the darkness, and she followed the steps of the ancient book step by step: sun-dried sheep's heart as the base of the medicine, three drops of scorpion-tailed snake venom, a small bit of devil's hair pepper, and half an hour's spinning of the clock. Finally, dill did not smell the spicy aroma of the mutton broth. I accidentally smelled the aroma of spicy lamb soup.
The young girl immediately decided to close the doors and windows tightly, ready to destroy the body, which led to what happened afterward.
"I can make witchfire with my eyes closed; I just lack some inspiration."Dill clarified seriously, but the aroma of the overflowing room was not very convincing. Amber's response was a grumbling stomach, so the two of them split the pot of spicy soup. Dill also used the ingredients of the leftover snake meat chopped into pieces of soup to add flavor.
Amber all as a decoction soup, don't have to say, but also quite warm stomach, to some extent is really to the drunkard "exorcism.".
Master and disciple, two people enjoy the spicy soup.
"Perun is going back to Junlihe after this benediction is ready." Amber hiccupped and quickly hunched her shoulders again, slurping down several mouthfuls of the hot soup.
Remembering that she had spent several nights in the tavern, Dill turned and closed the window to save the careless woman from catching a cold by accident.
Strictly speaking, the little witch who has not entered the temple of the goddesses is not considered to be a god's favorite, but only the god's favorite's maid. Since she has learned someone else's magic, naturally, she has to serve their daily needs. Dill treats it as if she were doing an apprenticeship, and she is not a bit uncomfortable.
Amber was so big-headed that she relied on magic for everything and often needed Dill to look after her carefully.
"Shall we prepare a going-away present for Ms. Perun?"
Amber drank fast and furious and said vaguely, "Why don't you and Peren go together?"
Dill was pleasantly surprised; she had never left Miller's Hollow in her life, so she immediately responded, "Yeah!"
She hurriedly cleared the dishes and the table, wrapped some odds and ends of herbs in brown paper, and put them away in her little medicine chest—a carry-on suitcase made from East Coast drift—with a rose-gold lock that opened into a tiered medicine cabinet.
It had been Dill's birthday present some years ago, and God knew she'd originally wanted a backpack. Amber wasn't very good at sewing, but the final product was still something Dill loved. It had originally been a battered Eastern-style shrine, which Amber had given a major makeover because she wanted to purify it of divine power from above.
She repaired the delicate carvings on the top, then covered the missing wood with black ink, and in the center, she made a small door that could be opened, under which there were countless exquisite secret cabinets and trousseau boxes; the wood inside was also coated with layers of special magic potion, which could prolong the preservation of the herbs and, at the same time, hide the scent of magic!
The well-fed great white goose waddled to follow its master, and Maki picked it up in one hand and said, along with the soft white feathers:
"But I'll have to ask Lord Perun to wait until my consecration ceremony is over. I don't want the Lunar Temple to misunderstand that I'm fleeing without a fight, and in the end, Lord Perun is afraid that he'll have to carry me there."
Amber stared for a moment at the young girl's oblivious face. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"If you want to go, you can go with Peren tomorrow night, and I'll take care of everything here, and no one will know, including the Lunar Temple."
Finishing with a flourish, Amber pressed against her vaguely aching head. God knows how many barrels of wine she'd had to drink before she'd saved up enough courage. But even then, she couldn't control her faltering tone.
"Ma'am you..."
Dill finally realized something was wrong. The woman in front of her had her head in a death grip, her thick blonde hair covering all her expressions. The turnip on the ground was not very good at reading the occasion, as it treated the long hair that fell to the ground as ripe fallen ears of rice, its red beak pulling and tugging nonchalantly.
"Dill, harvest is not a substitute for abundance, and the three goddesses will love you, and you can live a lifetime of peace and happiness under their patronage in the Junri River."
The blue-eyed calico cat on the windowsill was listless; the powerful woman seemed to have lost all her magic and now cowered so thinly that even a great white goose could bully her at will.
She's more afraid than I am. Dill froze as the thought crossed his mind.
When the egg breaks out of its shell, not only are Dill's illusions shattered, but Amber's last hopes are dashed as well.
The Enchantress was quick to notice the change in her master; she yelled as if she had been stabbed in the buttocks, quickly letting go of Amber's hair, and with a few puffs of her wings, she shook her large white buttocks and retreated under her master's skirt in resignation.
"I will never turn my back on the Lunar Temple for the rest of my life."
I will never turn my back on you for the rest of my life. Dill found her voice faltering slightly.
Thinking of Amber's usual carefree demeanor, she tried to muster up an easy smile and said, "If it weren't for the Goddess, I'd probably be living in some whorehouse in the harbor right now, probably still a slave to my master's beatings and scoldings, no, probably suffocated from the start buried under the filthy fish cargo."
If it weren't for you, Amber, I would have rotted away in this primitive, strange world.
You brought me into this world, so how can you just let go?
Dill looked at the woman who had become the equivalent of her mother; she had a lot of things she wanted to say, but her throat was dry and clammy, in contrast to the feelings that welled up from her heart and were warming her body.